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I finally completed the next chunk. Now to see if there is any interest or if its dead. There are 5 parts which I will post before I go out of town for most of July. ---------- Part 67 - Spring Break Joe was sitting on the couch after class. The TV was on showing the college basketball tournament as background noise and he was typing away on his laptop. His two phones were sitting next to him along with a list of topics he wanted to cover in the presentation he was working on for one of his classes. First, his escort phone buzzed alerting him to a new message. A few minutes later his regular phone chirped on the arrival of a message. It seemed that there was only a few minutes between messages and they kept coming. It was ruining his concentration and he figured he should read the messages together and then put the phones in silent mode for an hour or two. First he looked at the escort phone. The first was from a known number. He looked it up and it was a guy that he had met several times before, all before he got pozzed. The guy was a young farmer in his late twenties. Joe had helped him first by teaching him about gay sex and then coming out and then the guy lost his parents in a fire and Joe helped him through it. It had been almost nine months since he had heard from him last. The message simply asked “Is this Dave?” He chuckled but appreciated that it had been a while and the guy didn’t want to blindly text someone asking for an escort appointment if the number was now someone else’s. He replied: Joe: “Yes. Are you Blaine?” Blaine: “yeah. U still avail?” Joe: “booked for 3 weeks” Blaine: “damn ur popular” Joe: “LOL, I wish. busy with school then spring break” Blaine: “ok. call when u have time” The next message was from another previous client asking if he was free that Friday night. He replied that he wasn’t. He was going out with Kyle and that always took precedence. Grabbing his regular phone he saw 4 new messages: Kyle: “at library with project team home at 9” Patrick: “need to talk soon” Mark: “u have plans 4 spring break?” Paul: “u guys are good. both ur btms from party +” Joe got nervous with the message from Patrick. He hoped that the job hadn’t fallen through. He had stopped looking for a job since he had accepted the offer from Greg. The trip to California seemed a distant memory now. He texted back “ok, when? good or bad?” He then replied back to Paul: “;) they ok? u tag urs 2?” Then to Mark: “staycation. maybe job hunting” He set the phone down and waited to hear a reply from Patrick at least. He typed out some more on his laptop and his phone chirped. Mark: “shit! what happened?” Joe: “dunno. got msg from Patrick that we need to talk” He grabbed the pipe, checked that it still had some life in it and lit it, taking a big hit. He calmed down a bit and went back working on his presentation. A few minutes later the phone chirped and it was a reply from Patrick - “both, now?” Joe replied “ok. u call me.” The phone rang and Joe answered it. “Hi Joe. I know you’re probably freaking out about now, but don’t worry. We had a little issue with Greg and he’s no longer with the company. Some of the higher-ups questioned your hiring since Greg was so big on you, but I took care of it. He wasn’t the only one to interview you and everyone who did wants you to join. We talked while you were out here and I know your brother. He spoke really highly of you, but I know he’s biased. In the end, I don’t see a problem with you starting in July as long as you graduate. Just be aware that some important eyes will be on you the first few months” Patrick said. “Oh, thank god. I had visions of having to start my job hunt all over. I won’t ask what Greg did, but it must have been bad” Joe replied. Patrick chuckled and continued “Uh, yeah. On the non-work side of things, I’m now single and my knocked up ex is out of the picture. If you hadn’t guessed, your little new years party was quite effective in giving me the bug. I’d prefer to think that it was then, rather than Greg’s hotel get together.” Joe chuckled. “I hope it was the party too. The hotel thing with him was strange and I only got a couple more odd messages from him after that while I was out there and there’s been nothing since. The new years party was a lot more fun. Congrats on your freedom. I hope you find someone who treats you better. I take it you were able to do the deed?” Joe asked. “Hell yeah! The stupid fuck couldn’t understand why I suddenly wanted to top all the time after I got sick” Patrick said. “That’s fuckin’ cool. I want to hear about it sometime” Joe replied. “Yeah, that kind of leads to the other thing I wanted to ask you. Are you going to be able to join us in Chicago during Memorial Day weekend? I have a room reserved for you. We’ll cover the cost of the room, but you are responsible for getting there. I just need you to confirm a week before, ok?” Patrick replied. “I think so. Can my boyfriend share my room?” asked Joe. “Yeah, no problem. Some guys are sharing their rooms with guys from the office and others are bringing in their partners so they will have a room to themselves. There’s one guy I think you’ll like who wants to make it a positive weekend. Oh, Raphi will be there too with his new magic trick” Patrick said. “Yeah, he told me once he got the test result. It will be fun seeing you guys again” Joe said before asking Patrick to keep him in the loop and then goodbye. He sent off a message to Mark “job still ok. why did u ask about spring break?” Mark: “I never did spring break. saw a deal. thought u n kyle might like it” Joe: “not in budget. gotta save for apt n car. CA more xpnsv than here” Mark: “My treat if u can get to Chicago, Dallas, Denver” Joe: “maybe. need to talk to kyle” Kyle and Joe talked and decided to take Mark up on his offer. Soon a packet showed up in the mail with all of the information - vouchers for the airport shuttle, airplane tickets and the brochure for the “LGBT-friendly” resort. They looked through the brochure and saw it proclaim that all packages were “All-inclusive” and “Over 90% of staff speak English” along with French, German and Portuguese. The pictures showed people swimming in pools, drinking at the pool bars, sunbathing, sailing on small catamarans, dancing in clubs, and eating at romantic dinners. They noticed that many of the people in the pictures were same-sex couples. “This place looks fucking awesome for a couple of homos” Kyle said. Joe and Kyle worked hard the next few weeks making sure they wouldn’t have any classwork waiting for them when they got back. They found out a friend of theirs was going back home for the break and lived just outside of Chicago. They could leave their car at his parents and get dropped off at the airport. The drive to Chicago was long and boring, broken up by a few breaks in rest area bathroom stalls for some fun. The final tally when they got to their friend Jaime’s parent’s house was 3 truckers, 2 twinks, 1 bear, 1 30-something businessman and 1 creepy older guy with only a few teeth who couldn’t bend over fast enough to have three college guys breed his hole. They got dropped off at the airport early in the morning with Kyle’s ass full of Jaime’s newly toxic nut. Kyle and Joe slept most of the flight and were well rested when the plane touched down in Cancun. They made it through customs and found their shuttle bus. It was easy to spot since there was small pride flag in the windshield. As the bus filled up they looked around and it was all guys near their age except for two guys in their late thirties (one cub and one otter) and two butch lesbians. Kyle looked at Joe and smiled, saying “Mark seems to have set us up good.” All the guys were rubber necking, checking each other out when the bus driver hopped in and closed the door. They drove to the resort which was in a secluded tropical forest right on the water. As they pulled up, Kyle saw four flags in the courtyard - the Mexican flag, the state flag, the hotel flag and a pride flag. Everyone piled out of the bus and grabbed their luggage and stood in line to check in. The guys were flirting with each other while waiting to check in. Joe and Kyle walked up and attempted to use their high school Spanish until they got hopelessly confused. The clerk laughed with them and tried to correct some of their bigger misuses of the language. He put their wrist bands on and then gave them their room key. They found their room which turned out to be an ocean view suite and a large covered balcony. The king size bed looked like a fun place and they saw the liquor dispenser on the wall. “All inclusive, baby” Joe joked to Kyle and then kissed him deeply. There was a knock at the door and Kyle reluctantly ended the kiss and opened it. “Hello. I am Javier. I am your room steward. I hope everything is good with your room. You can call me if you need anything” the guy said with a slight accent before handing Kyle a card. Joe and Kyle were mentally undressing the short, thin Mexican with a neatly trimmed beard and a bright smile. They stared just a bit too long, making it awkward and finally Kyle said “Gracias, Javier. Everything looks perfect.” “Thank you. Have a good day” Javier said and then turned and walked down the hallway. Joe and Kyle watched the nicely formed butt disappear around the corner and then laughed at each other. “I hope we get to tap that before we leave” said Joe. The two unpacked their clothes and looked through the info. They put their swim suits, tank tops and sandals on, grabbed some sunscreen and headed down to the pool. Kyle’s tattoo was mostly covered by his shirt and Joe’s covered the scorpion but the back of his lower leg was telling everyone he passed of his status. They walked up to the bar and said “Dos cervezas, por favor” in that uniquely American accent of high school Spanish, realizing they were better off sticking to short sentences if they spoke Spanish. The bartender responded “Can I see your wristbands?” They showed them to him and he then asked “Which one?” while pointing to the four beer taps. “Modelo Negra” Joe said and Kyle responded “Corona.” They got their beers and found two lounge chairs next to the pool. They sat down, stripped their shirts off and slathered on the sun screen. They laid back and enjoyed the breeze, sun and the music from the poolside DJ. After about twenty minutes, Joe rolled over and had Kyle help reapply sun screen to his back and did the same for Kyle. Another fifteen minutes later and the beers were empty and the sun seemed to be getting hotter. Joe got up and jumped in the pool and swam over to the pool bar. He ordered two more beers and then walked through the pool back to their chairs, looking around at all the guys. Kyle jumped in and they stood there talking at the edge of the pool for a while. They heard some noises behind them and saw that some guys had started a water volleyball game. It seemed to be six against four and they were trying to split a couple up to make it even. Joe yelled over “Need two more?” and the group yelled back “Yeah.” Joe and Kyle chugged their beers and swam over, joining the team of four. Once the game started, Joe realized quickly that these guys were serious about playing and it got physical. No one seemed to mind the body contact. There were splashes from guys diving to make plays and several times he collided with another guy going for the ball. A few times the other guy grabbed Joe while they were underwater and felt up either his ass or cock. One time he leapt into the air and when he came down the guy next to him reached into his board shorts and grabbed his cock and squeezed it several times, winking when he felt the piercing. He looked over a few plays later and someone had just ripped Kyle’s trunks off and was holding them up in the air. “Kyle, get those back on. We don’t want to get thrown out on the first day!” Joe yelled half jokingly. Kyle tackled the guy that had his trunks and slid a finger in his ass before grabbing his swimsuit and then releasing the guy. “That felt good” the guy said as Kyle put his trunks back on. They finished the game and both teams called a waiter over and ordered a round of drinks. They all stood in the corner of the pool and chatted, Joe behind Kyle with his arm around Kyle’s shoulder and chest. The guy that had taken Kyle’s trunks came over and said “Hey, I hope you didn’t mind me pulling them off. I kinda wanted to see what was inside. I'm Ian, by the way.” Kyle laughed and said “Its a lot bigger than the finger that went into you! Hi Ian, I’m Kyle and this is my boyfriend Joe.” “And probably a lot more dangerous too judging by the ink… Ah, boyfriend. I guess you’re taken for the week” Ian said. “He has a very long leash” Joe said and they watched Ian’s eyes light up. “So, I… uh… like the tattoo. Are you advertising or just like the danger that it hints at” Ian asked quietly after moving in closer. “I’m poz, if that’s what you’re asking” Kyle said. Ian seemed surprised at Kyle’s bluntness. “Uh, yeah. Ive run into guys who just liked the design and others that are fans of the band and others that just attract trouble” Ian explained. “Are you poz too?” asked Kyle. “Nah. Taken a bunch of charged loads but I’m still neg” Ian said. “If you keep taking them, it will happen eventually unless you’re on meds” Joe said. “No, no prep. I kinda like the risk of it all. Nothing hotter than a guy telling you right before he cums inside you. I love that rush” Ian said. “Sorry, I gave away the surprise then” Kyle said with a wicked grin. Joe decided he wanted to extend this cat and mouse game and asked “so, is that your boyfriend that you were paired up with during the game?” Ian chuckled “Nah, he’s just a friend. We tried being fuckbuddies but we’re both bottoms. Neither of us is very good at topping, but we like each other and do a lot of stuff together, just not sex. We joke that we’re like an old married couple in a sexless marriage.” “Where are you guys having dinner?” Joe asked. “We’re on the cheap plan, so we get either the buffet or the big restaurant. I see you have the primo wristbands so you can hit them all” Ian replied. Joe chuckled “We didn’t know. My brother got the trip for us so we don’t know what the hell he bought.” “Be sure to use all of the perks. You guys get sailboats, jet skis, free shuttle to the strip, and massages. Hell, they might give you free blowjobs too!” Ian said laughing. “With this crowd, I think everyone gets free blowjobs” Kyle said. Joe added “Except for the lesbians. Do you want to meet after dinner in the club?” “Sure. I should probably run through the shower before dinner. Meet at 8PM?” Ian asked. “Sounds good. I need a nap before dinner too” Joe said. “Siesta, Joe. It sounds more sophisticated” Kyle said with a laugh. Joe and Kyle dried off and grabbed their things and went up to their room. They started making out on the bed but were both sound asleep in minutes. Joe and Kyle woke up and realized they had been sleeping for almost two hours. They ran through the shower and dressed for dinner. “Thank god I didn’t get rid of all of the preppy clothes that my parents gave me” joked Joe. “And which fraternity house are you in?” Kyle jabbed back. The two were laughing as they walked out the door. Javier was walking towards them and Joe gave him a wink. “No ring. You think he’s straight, bi or gay” Kyle asked as they waited for the elevator. “Hopefully gay. He has a nice bulge and a killer ass so hopefully he’s vers too, as long as I’m dreaming” Joe replied. They walked up to the seafood restaurant and got seated in a corner looking out at some gardens. “An hour and a half should be long enough for us to get dinner before we meet Ian” Joe said. “Yeah, whats the deal? I was figuring you were going to drag him to the room and fuck his brains out but then you start asking about the guy he’s with and set up a time to go clubbing?” Kyle asked. “I just wanted him to be eager to get fucked. Kinda like fishing. Tease him a bit until he’ll do anything to get us to nail him. Sometimes the chase is as good as the conquest” Joe explained. They each devoured a dozen raw oysters, enjoyed a bowl of fresh seafood stew, and inhaled a full lobster while washing it down with a couple mojitos. “This is as close to a date as we’ve gone on in a long time” Joe said as they finished up. “Yeah. Its kinda nice. I hope one of the days we’re here it can be just us” Kyle said and Joe nodded. They got the waiter to take a picture of the two of them at the table and Joe sent it off to Mark with the comment “Thanks for the trip. Wish you were here.” They finished dinner and took a walk along the beach. A couple guys were on a lounge chair, one riding the other, the waves drowning out their moans. They passed the lesbian couple from the bus making out under a tree and then headed back to the main building. They walked up to the club and heard music coming from inside and it seemed there was a bunch of people dancing. They walked in and grabbed a couple drinks from the bar and looked around. The crowd was all guys and they were mostly crowded at the center of the dance floor. A few couples were on the edges dancing together. Other guys were in small groups talking and thats where they spotted Ian and his friend, Kent. Joe and Kyle walked over and greeted them. Once they finished their drinks the four moved over to the dance floor. By now several of the guys dancing had removed their shirts and hands were roaming everywhere. Kyle slipped his hand down Ian’s pants and fingered the now sweaty ass. Joe had grabbed Kent’s ass a few times but he seemed to be uninterested. Joe moved over and started to make a few moves on a shaggy haired blond guy and danced with him for a while and then kept moving around dancing and groping several of the guys. Joe got a tap on his shoulder from Kyle who motioned toward the door. He assumed that Kyle and Ian were headed back to a room and nodded. A second later, Kyle tapped him again, this time harder. Joe looked and the hand motion was more like “come along” this time. He smiled at the guy he was dancing with and headed towards the door. He walked out of the club and Ian, his friend Kent and Kyle were standing there. Joe raised his eyebrows, surprised that Ian’s friend was there based on the earlier vibes. Kyle led the three others up to their room and once inside the four stripped their clothes off immediately. Kent was on his knees in front of Joe in as soon as his clothes were off. Joe was completely confused but the moment that Kent’s mouth was around his cock he didn’t care. His tongue was magic and Joe was moaning in seconds. Joe held his head gently and slowly fucked his mouth. Kent didn’t seem to have any problems until the piercing went into his throat. Kent gagged a bit but soon was taking it as if nothing was there. Joe kept face fucking Kent for several more minutes and decided he needed to feel Kent’s pussy wrapped around his cock. Kyle was all over Ian and had him pushed to the bed. He climbed on top and fed his cock to an eager mouth. Ian was licking and sucking all over Kyle’s cock and balls. Kyle tried to push deeper but unlike his friend, Ian was having a lot of problems getting the pierced dick into his throat. Kyle jabbed his cock in deep and held it there a few seconds and started to feel Ian wretch. He pulled back and let Ian recover and decided on a shallow blowjob after that. Ian slobbered a lot of spit over his cock and Kyle could see even more spit running down his cheeks. Kyle pulled out and sat down on Ian’s face and “let” him rim his ass. Ian’s tongue seemed eager to dig into the sweaty ass and Kyle was moaning from Ian’s tongue both licking and poking into his hole. Joe looked over at Kyle and Ian and realized he was going to have to use something other than the bed since Kyle was right in the middle of the king sized bed. He looked around and decided the balcony offered a couple of possibilities. He reached down and pulled Kent up to his feet and led him out there. The warm moist air made the venue completely different than the chilled hotel room. Once on the balcony, Joe pushed Kent to the railing. “Grab on, its gonna be a bumpy ride” Joe joked as Kent grabbed the railing and he pushed Kent’s legs wider. The night sky was clear and there was a gentle breeze blowing. The sounds of crashing waves added a nice backdrop to drown out the quieter sounds the two were about to make. Joe was on his knees, prying Kent’s butt apart and then burying his face into the crevice. Joe hadn’t shaved since they left home and was growing his beard out. The stubble above the fuller chinstrap beard he usually had bristled against Kent’s butt cheeks and his tongue jabbed at his pucker. Sweat was dripping down Kent’s back and added an additional flavor to his regular scent and crotch sweat. Joe’s tongue fucked in and out and he could feel the hole start to relax. He pulled back and used his finger to circle the hungry ass-cunt. He heard Kent moan and wiggle his ass. Standing, he dragged his cock up between the crack and let the piercing rest on the hole. He leaned over Kent, his chest lightly pressing on Kent’s back. “What do you want?” Joe whispered in his ear. “I need your cock” Kent responded. “What else?” Joe asked as he began humping Kent’s ass, his cock riding along the crack. “Your cum” Kent moaned back. “What kind of cum?” Joe asked. “Your poz cum” Kent begged. “You ready to get charged up, Kent?” asked Joe. “Oh god yeah. Breed me good” Kent said while he started to rock his hips back to meet Joe’s thrusts along the crack. Joe aimed his shaft lower and drove in hard, feeling his cock squeeze into the tight ring. After a few more stabs, the piercing and his head were inside the tight tunnel. Joe had been leaking precum since he first started humping Kent and now it was making the passage slick as well. His strokes got longer until he bottomed out, his trimmed pubes pressed tightly against Kent’s ass. Joe wrapped his arm around Kent’s neck and started thrusting his cock in and out. He heard Kent whimper, but it didn’t seem to be from pain. He was submitting to Joe’s cock and letting Joe use him as he wanted. Joe felt Kent work his ass muscles around his shaft. He wasn’t aggressive like he wanted Joe to breed him right away, but enough to be more than a human fleshlight. Joe fucked faster and he knew anyone close could hear the grunts over the sound of the waves. Joe reached around with his other arm and twisted Kent’s left nipple and Kent dutifully clamped down on Joe’s cock. “You want it, Kent?” Joe asked as his arm pressed tighter on Kent’s neck. “Breed me, Joe. Mark my ass” Kent begged through his gasps. The words spurred Joe on and his thrusts got slower but more deliberate. The slaps of skin and the grunts from both guys could be heard all around. Joe’s balls had pulled tight and his cock was throbbing. Joe held Kent tight and gave his cock one more stab inside and unleashed a torrent of poz cum into the abused cave. His body shook, trying to get every bug filled drop of seed inside Kent. “Oh my fucking god, you did it! I can feel your cum inside me” Kent yelled out. Joe chuckled and rammed his cock in a few more times and slowly withdrew the shaft from Kent’s throbbing hole. “Stay there a minute” Joe said as he walked inside. Kyle watched Joe and Kent go outside and after face fucking Ian for a while and then getting rimmed, he slid down Ian’s body and pushed his legs over Kyle’s shoulders. His cock was dripping both saliva and precum as he pressed it to the puckered opening. He looked down at Ian and grinned. Ian locked eyes back with him and Kyle could see the fear and excitement in his eyes. “You want this poz dick?” Kyle asked. Ian nodded and Kyle pushed in a few times until the ring and his cock head popped inside. Ian let out a loud grunt, the spit and precum not being nearly enough lube for his tight chute. Kyle waited a moment and then rocked his hips until his cock was sliding easily in and out of Ian’s neg cunt. With each thrust, the piercings of the ladder would ripple through the outer ring of Ian’s pussy, sending shivers throughout Ian’s body. The harder Kyle fucked the more he felt them wrecking his guts. Kyle knew he could fuck deeper doggy style, but he liked watching the expressions on Ian’s face as he fucked him on his back. His pounding got harder and harder and then he leaned in. Kyle whispered “I’m not on meds, this load is going to be really toxic.” Ian flinched and his hole gripped Kyle’s cock tighter than it had before. Kyle moaned and felt his cock start to throb. He began thrusting in faster as his balls prepared their potent mixture. Kyle let out a few grunts as he slammed his cock in deep each time. His cock began to spew his viral seed into Ian’s battered hole. The toxic cream coated every crevice and ripple of Ian’s fuck chute, looking for any way to invade his body. Kyle gave a couple last thrusts and laid there on top of Ian, panting. Joe walked in just as Kyle had pumped the last spurt of venom into Ian. He stood there a moment and grinned. “Dude, you gotta feel this hole. It’s like fuckin velvet. Well, wet velvet now” Joe said and laughed. Kyle got up, slowly pulling his still partially hard cock from Ian’s ass. As Kyle walked toward the balcony, Joe took his place on the bed. He looked down at Ian and asked “Ready for more?” Before Ian could answer, Joe’s hard shaft slid into the slick tunnel. He could feel Ian twitch with each thrust and knew that Kyle had fucked him hard. He slowed down and let Ian relax a bit. Moans soon started coming out of Ian’s mouth and Joe decided to try flipping him over, so he pulled out and rolled Ian over. While pulling up on his hips slightly, Joe firmly drove his cock back inside and rolled his hips, plunging in and out of Ian’s well worn hole. Kyle walked out on to the balcony and saw Kent standing there, his arms splayed out on the railing and his legs spread wide on the floor. Cum was dripping out of his hole and he told Kent “Tsk, Tsk. You’re wasting Joe’s cum. I’m going to have to replace it.” “Wha…” was all that Kent could get out as Kyle jammed his cock into Kent’s pussy. “FUCK!” was the next thing out of Kent’s mouth. Anyone on their balcony or in the gardens below heard Kent’s scream. Kyle began fucking the still tight, cum-filled hole. His hands were on Kent’s shoulders and his hips were swaying back and forth, driving his cock deep inside Kent’s hole. His strokes got longer as almost the whole length of Kyle’s cock was sliding in and out. He fucked faster and started to hear Kent cry out with each stroke and he knew Kent’s hole was feeling the wrath of his new piercings. Kyle ratcheted up the intensity and was now pounding Kent’s ass. When his balls started to churn again, he knew he was going to shoot soon. He held off as long as he could and then slammed in and let his balls go. Shot after shot if his tainted cum pumped into Kent’s wrecked hole. Kent let out a weary “Oh fuck!” as he felt his ass getting filled with more poz cum. Kyle backed away and his softened cock plopped out of Kent’s swollen hole. He was waiting for Kent to turn around and hopefully suck his cock clean, but instead Kent stood, turned and walked right past him and into the room. Kyle turned around and followed him inside and watched Kent pull his shorts on and walk out of the room, carrying his shirt and sandals and saying nothing. He stood there a moment with his mouth open, shocked that he just got ditched like that. Kyle shook his head and walked over to the bed, leaned in and kissed Joe. Joe pulled Ian on to all fours and Kyle kneeled in front of Ian, who quickly started licking the cum that was dripping off of Kyle’s cock. Joe fucked faster and Kyle followed his example, fucking Ian’s throat. They pounded into each end until Joe gave a final shove and painted another layer of deadly cum all over Ian’s guts. Joe pulled back and collapsed on to the bed and Kyle did the same. Ian turned around and started to lick Joe’s cock clean of the mixture of cum, precum, and ass juice. Ian knew he would be feeling this fuck for a few days and with the coppery taste in his mouth knew that his string of taking poz loads and staying neg might be over. Once Joe’s cock was clean he crawled up between them on the bed and laid back. “Where did Kent go?” Ian asked. “I think he realized he’s not ready to be a poz pig like he thought he was” Kyle said. Joe let out a laugh and looked at Ian. “I hope you are, cuz I’m looking forward to pumping a few more loads into that hot ass of yours.” “I guess its too late to turn back now. I couldn’t start pep until I’m back home and thats in five more days” Ian said. The three made out and chatted for a while until they finally fell asleep. Ian woke up in the middle of the night with Kyle’s cock pushing back into his tender hole. He pulled his ass apart and pushed back on to the stiff cock. He felt Kyle’s cock piston into him and used his sore muscles to milk it. His own cock was rock hard and he guided it between Joe’s ass cheeks. Joe stirred and then pushed back and Ian suddenly found his cock deep inside another guy’s ass for the first time in over a year. Kyle started pumping faster and Ian was gasping for breath. Kyle shoved in and forced the last inch of Ian’s cock into Joe. Kyle’s cock pulsed as several shots of poisonous cream filled Ian’s cunt. Feeling Kyle unload inside him caused Ian to shoot. He hadn’t cum for over a week and he was full. Almost a dozen shots of neg cum pumped into Joe’s empty hole. Joe moaned and wiggled his ass around Ian’s still hard cock and they all fell back asleep.

Part 35 When a staff member came to retrieve Rob for the private party that evening, he was carrying some leather gear. He had Rob but on a harness that showed off the tattoos on his chest. He also fastened some leather restraints around Rob’s wrists and ankles as well as a wide leather collar around Rob’s neck. The collar and restraints were each locked into place with a small padlock. Rob was led to the prep room where another bottom was waiting. The other bottom for the night sharply contrasted Rob in stature. Compared to Rob’s 6’2” muscular frame, he was a slim blond twink that was only about 5’8” tall. They both however wore the same collar and restraints. As soon as Rob entered the room the twink’s eyes lit up. “Hi, my name is Stephen; looks like we are going to be the bottoms for the night,” he said. “I am so excited; this is going to be so HOT.” “I begged them to let me bottom at this party when I heard about it.” Rob thought to himself “Is this guy for real?” Rob looked the young twink up and down and asked, “Have you ever been to any of the parties here at the warehouse before?” “Oh, yes I came to a college night party one time as a guest and afterwards they contacted me about playing at another party,” replied Stephen. “I spent the whole night sucking cock through a glory hole at that party; it was so hot.” Rob just shook his head. “I don’t know exactly what will happen at this party, but I’m sure you’ll be doing more than sucking cocks through a glory hole,” Rob commented. “Oh I know, that is what is so exciting; I think bikers are so hot.” “I even signed some special waivers since the Dirty Hawgs aren’t regular club members.” Rob and Stephen’s conversation was interrupted by the staff member. “Enough chit chat you two; it’s time to get you tweaked for the party and trust me you are going to need it.” Stephen felt a sense of panic when he saw the meth points, but after he saw Rob so readily take his slam, he figured it must be okay.” After the slam, both Rob’s and Stephen’s asses were lubed and a booty bump was administered. Stephen giggled, “I’ve only been fucked twice but your fingers feel so good.” Leashes were attached to the two bottom’s collars and they were led to the party area. Once they arrived to the party area, the staff member handed the leashes to one of the party guests. “This is Sir Biff, he’s the boss here tonight.” The staff member nodded at Biff and said, “Here are your pigs for the night as requested; they’re all yours, enjoy!” Biff yanked the leashes and led Rob and Stephen to the center of the room. He then yelled out, “Fellow Hawgs, our party favors are here; let’s introduce these piggies to some Hawg cock.” The bikers whooped it up and whistled. Rob and Stephen were each led to a motorcycle along the perimeter of the space. Both were totally flying and stumbled as they walked on their leashes. Although his vision was a little blurred at this point, it appeared to Rob that there were between 15 and 20 bikers in the room. Their appearance matched the stereotype Rob had in his head perfectly. They were all clad in leather of some sort and all were heavily tatted. They all also had a dirty unkempt look. They certainly lived up to their club name of the Dirty Hawgs. Rob was restrained on his stomach bent over the seat of a Harley. Stephen was likewise restrained across the seat of another bike a few feet away. “I think I’ll go first on the muscle ass,” Biff said as he thrust his fat uncut cock up Rob’s ass. Rob just grunted at the intrusion. Biff paused briefly and called out, “Feel free to use the twink someone; I’ll use that ass when I’m done here.” Biff then began to fuck Rob’s ass full force. Rob moaned and called out “Fuck me Sir, fuck me Sir.” Stephen on the other hand let out a scream as he was roughly penetrated by a different huge cock. “Looks like we have a squealer here,” a voice called out. “This piglet’s hole is real tight, could even be cherry.” Another voice yelled back “It won’t be tight much longer after we all rut in it!” The room roared with laughter. Biff roughly pounded Rob until he deposited his seed. He pulled out and walked to the other side of the bike for Rob to clean his cock. Another cock replaced Biff’s in Rob’s ass and began its hard assault. Rob wasn’t counting but over the course of the next couple hours it seemed like each of the bikers had used his ass or mouth in some manner. He was then pulled off the Harley and led to a bondage table. He was expecting to be bound but was surprised when a large biker laid on his back on the table. The hairy bearded biker’s 10” fat cock pointed straight up from between his chaps clad thighs. Rob was pushed toward the reclined biker and ordered to sit on the fat Hawg cock. Rob started to squat on the cock when he was ordered to turn around and face the bearded biker. “That’s it pig, look me in the eyes while you lower that cum dump ass on my big cock.” Rob quickly sat and felt the biker’s pubes press against his ass cheeks. He was startled by the sounds of Stephen crying out again. He glanced over and saw Stephen bound spread eagle on a St. Andrew’s cross and being whipped. The biker being ridden by Rob grabbed Rob by the harness and said, “Pay attention; that other pig is being punished for disobedience.” “Keep that in mind”. The biker then pulled the harness so that Rob leaned down toward the biker’s face. The biker just stared at Rob in the eyes, but then Rob felt something pushing at the entrance of his filled ass. It was another cock. Another big cock as a matter of fact. Rob’s eyes bulged out as the second cock joined the first and stretched his ass open further. The biker smiled as he and the second Top began to grind their cocks in Rob’s ass. The Top behind Rob then took control and started a rhythmic fuck. Rob couldn’t believe the feeling he was experiencing. The two cocks were hitting all the right places. Drool began to run from his open mouth as his ass was pummeled. The pace of the fuck changed periodically but within 20 minutes he could tell by the quick shallow breathing of the two bikers that they were close to cumming. Somehow the two bikers synchronized their orgasms. When they shot their loads, Rob felt like he was being given a cum enema due to the volume of semen deposited in his ass. “Send that cum dump over here; our cocks need some attention while we are playing poker.” Rob was directed to the poker table and crawled underneath it. He spent the next hour going back and forth sucking the cocks of the 8 poker players seated at the table. Rob heard a voice say, ”You did a real good job training this one.” “He definitely knows his role.” A second voice answered, “We aim to please our customers.” The second voice sounded slightly familiar but Rob couldn’t quite place it because of all the background noise. A third voice interrupted the card game. “Let’s get that muscle ass out here; I need to sink my fist in a hole.” Immediately someone replied. ”Billy, you know that big meaty paw of yours would ruin that ass for the rest of us tonight.” “If you must fist a hole go use the twink; he hasn’t been very cooperative tonight and could use an attitude adjustment.” Rob saw a pair of large boots, presumably belonging to Billy, walk away from the poker table. Moments later though he felt a kick to his ribs as he was told to crawl back out from under the table; it was time for him to be fucked some more. Rob was tied back down on a fuck bench and the bikers began to fill his ass and skull fuck his face. Through the fucking he could hear the "squeals" of Stephen. Rob was fucked, slapped, spit on and degraded on the fuck bench for a few more hours. His ass was leaking cum all over the floor. The drugs were wearing out and he was starting to feel battered and sore. The new cum dump inside of him however, felt satisfied. Finally the party broke up and a staff member came to get Rob. As he was led back to his room and cage, Rob caught a glimpse of Biff and Nick deep in conversation.

I'd been working hard and had been seriously stressed out so I decided to take some much needed time off and decided to head to Las Vegas to relax at my condo and hopefully get fucked. Man, did I get way more than I expected. I got home, aired out the place and took a shower. I cleaned out really well in anticipation and once I was settled in, I smoked some weed and went online to look for that evening's entertainment. Being the usual workaholic that I am, I hadn't checked my email on any of my websites or apps in almost a month so I knew I'd have some catching up to do. I signed into BBRT and was greeted by almost two dozen messages. Right towards the top, one message in particular caught my eye "CumUnion - Las Vegas: Saturday May 16th." "Holy fuck," I realized, "that's tonight!" Right then and there I made up my mind to finally attend a CumUnion party. Over a week later I'm still in a post fuck glow. Ha ha ha. I decided to kill some time and had a few Jack and Cokes and smoked another bowl so I was pleasantly high and buzzing. At around 8:00 I ordered an Uber and headed over to Hawk's Gym. Luckily, there were a couple of rooms left so I got one towards the back facing the main corridor. After undressing, I went in search of some fun. I went into the dark room first and saw a couple of tall muscular bodies standing like wallflowers, each of whom was fondling a huge bulge under his towel. I made my way to a platform in the rear of the roomlooked like huge bulges under their towels. There's a platform made from sectionals which were positioned in the rear of the room. I walked over, dropped my towel and knelt on the platform, face-down, ass-up and pre-lubed for whoever wanted to fuck my tight hole. In less than 15 seconds I felt a huge, rough calloused hand stroking my ass cheeks and a thick finger shoved into my hole. I relaxed and enjoyed the ass play for about a minute when suddenly his hand retreated. The next thing I felt was a softball sized cockhead stretching my hole to its limit. I hit my poppers and felt my hole relax that final inch it needed for the huge cock to slide balls-deep inside me, filling me more completely than I had ever before felt. The cock must have been at least ten amazingly thick inches. The guy fucked me with a rough but steady rhythm. I still had no idea what he looked like and neither one of us had said a word. He fucked me roughly, grabbing my hips and squeezing my ass cheeks with each hand. The whole time I was hard as a rock and on the verge of cumming but I fought the urge to cum with every ounce of will power and gave into the shiver inducing pleasure, milking his cock, or at least trying to, given my hole was wrapped tight around his dick. He fucked me relentlessly for a few minutes and all too soon, he shoved in as deep as he could go and I could feel his huge cock pulsing and throbbing as he groaned and I felt a warmth spreading inside me letting me know that I was getting bred. He squeezed my ass tight, forcing me to clench my ass as he pulled out and I did not lose a single drop of his seed. I was flying from the poppers and as I lay there catching my breath, he walked away and all I saw was a manly silhouette as he exited the dark room. I lay there panting and was about to get up and stretch my legs when I felt the other guy who had just watched me get barebacked put his hand on my upper back, bent me over again and started slapping my hole with his equally impressive cockhead. With no further foreplay, he started sliding in with no more lube than what was already around my hole and I felt him go about another inch deeper than my first fucker. This new guy was out to get his nut and started almost hate fucking me. I loved every fucking second of his thick cock banging against my prostate and I started building up towards my own orgasm. This guy's brutal pounding was almost too much for me and I started groaning and moaning. He also fucked me for a few delirious minutes and as he hilted himself in me and started shooting his cum inside me. Icouldn't hold back and my own dick started spurting my own load. I collapsed onto my stomach as he held his dick in me until our respective spasms subsided. As he pulled out and walked out of the dark room, I turned and caught a glimpse of a tall bearded 20 something white stud with an impressive thick cunt wrecker leading his way. Draping my towel over my left shoulder, I walked back out into the main corridor where I caught a glimpse of a cock. I had been at CumUnion for only 20 minutes, and already had two loads inside my ass. I went in search of more loads, knowing the night would be amazing.

Part 21, Do I help or no? Mr C was climbing into the shower and said, 'hey pup, can you go downstairs, the room across from the play, I mean the rec room is the laundry room, can you get our work clothes out of the drier and bring them up?' Knowing we were running late, I bolted down stairs in just my underwear. I was walking through the lower level where the huge screen TV and wet bar were and saw the hallway where the laundry room was. It was darker heading down the hallway, but there was a red glow coming out of the rec room. I could hear the dryer buzzing so I knew which door it was in. However, right before entering the laundry room i looked to my right and saw the red light. It was just a small red light on the ceiling in the center of the room. I turned and entered the room. This is the room that I was in yesterday when Mr. C had me get him some things from the fridge. The light was directly over the hammock in the middle of the room. My eyes got accustom to the light a little bit and I entered the room. I realized there were mirrors all over and cabinets. I put my left hand on the chain holding the hammock up and ran my right hand on the leather straps of the cradle of it. It reminded me of something. But what? I heard Uncle Terry holler down the steps 'did you find it ok'? Startled, I turned back toward the door and entered the laundry and said 'yes Sir, getting the things now'. As I turned off the light of the laundry room and my eyes again focused on the red light above the hammock, I remembered.... oh it is like from my dream I had. I was in a hammock like that in a dark room with candles. I felt my cock harden as i turned to the left and headed back through the lower level to the stairway up. Mr. C was standing looking out of the window over the kitchen sink finishing a cup of coffee. He continued to look outside as he was rinsing the mug before putting it in the dishwashers. He was standing there just in his underwear, tall and confident. I could see the sun pouring in the window and illuminating the fur on his broad chest and my cock continued to thicken. What the fuck is wrong with me? I just shot my load a few minutes ago and it was already getting hard. I put the clothes on the kitchen island and separated my stuff from his. As I pulled my jeans on, I winced at the tenderness in my butt and upper thighs. Hopefully tomorrow at school the trainer is in and can stretch me out a little before hockey practice. As Mr. C approached the island to start putting his clothes on, he noticed me smiling and said, 'whats so funny?' 'Funny? Nothing, just really happy Sir. This last day has been amazing. I am so happy you gave me a job and let me sleep over and well. Well, and.' 'And what?' he said 'Well, you guys taught me more about growing up and the circle jerk and how to shave and all kinds of stuff. I just really appreciate it and I just wanted you to know how happy I am.' And with that, I went over to him and gave him a hug bear hug. I stood on my toes to be taller and my neck fit perfectly in the crook of this neck and shoulder. He held me for a long time, I could feel his warm breath on my neck. I just was taking in his freshly showered smell. I broke away from the hug quickly once I realized my cock was now rock hard against this thigh. He kind of shook his head quick, like ....what? why? whats wrong? He saw me adjusting myself and turning red. He came over and lifted my chin so he could look into my eyes and said, 'Lukas, dont ever be embarrassed for having a hard on around me. I am flattered.' And with that, he opened a drawer in the island and took out 3 of the blue diamond shaped vitamins and gave me two and he took one. We finished getting dressed and I smiled back again and let him know that I heard and appreciated his not teasing me about my erection. He let me drive and on the way to the restaurant, I just sat there with a grin. My hard cock had escaped the leg band of my boxer briefs and was snaking down the leg of my jeans. Mr. C looked over at me and said, 'can I ask you something pup'? I glanced over and nodded and raised my eyebrows. 'Did you enjoy spending the night with me?' I quickly said, 'oh my heavens, yes Sir' 'And what about with Uncle Terry?' 'Oh yes Sir, I think he is great, you guys seem like the best of friends' 'Yeah, we are very close for sure' He then asked, 'did you like him helping you shave?' 'Yeah, it was super cool that he helped me. I am sorry I got so turned on by it.' 'Stop right there Lukas. Please don't ever apologize for being turned on. Being turned on is a gift. A gift to you and to the person who is making you turned on. It is a beautiful way to show appreciation to a man who is making you happy. Please dont ever conceal that, ok? Well, you have to be careful, but for me you know and want to know more, it is a beautiful thing. ok?' With a huge smile, I said, 'sweet, thanks for explaining that to me.' 'I mean dont be a slut like women are, but it is ok to appreciate being turned on, you will learn how to regulate that excitement with time. I wondered, if you like the shaving, Uncle Terry only did your face. Maybe we could show you how to shave the rest of you later on?' 'The rest of me?' I asked? 'Oh yes, there are so many other parts men can trim or shave, maybe if you want, we can do some more when we get home', he said. 'Get home? 'Yes, well if you like hanging out at our house, I want you to think of it as yours as well.' 'Gosh Sir, I feel so safe and happy and loved there. I would love to spend more time with you. Well, or you and Uncle Terry when he is there.' As we pulled into the lot, he rustled my hair and said, 'good boy, now lets get you some tips. Do you remember everything from yesterday?' 'Yes Sir, I think so, oh, wait, my help cards, what did I do with my help cards?' He opened the glove box and pulled them out and handed them to me as we exited the truck and said, 'Here they are, I got you covered pup.' As we entered the restaurant and things were crazy busy. Mr C yelled out, 'what is going on?' Jax hollered back, 'we just got slammed with a huge order and we were already busy because of all the games on.' Mr. C said to 'go up front and help with the deliveries' while he joined Jax and the rest of the guys in the kitchen. There were 2 others ready to head out and they were each looking over the routes. Both saw this one order for two pizzas and the guy looked at the woman and said 'I aint going to that one, lets give it to the new kid'. 'Sure, I can do it, what is it?' I asked. The one guy said, 'it is bad area, lots of dealers and skanks. Here is what you do, you just go in the front door, dont ring the bell, they dont like that. There is a table as soon as you enter the house, they always leave a big stash of cash there. Just put the pizza down and take the money and get the fuck out of there. They are friends of Jax's but dont tell him I said so, but it is a bunch of his ex-cons. They have usually been partying and drinking so DON'T bother them! Do you hear me kid? Do NOT bother them. Just go in, drop off the pie, get your money and get the fuck out.' 'Sure I can do that, no worries' I said. I got this easy. I could see Sarah's name tag and she grabbed my arm and then she looked at the other guy and said, 'Wait, Noah, you realllllly should do this, you shouldn't let him go, he is new'. 'Fuck that.' Noah said, 'he is a big kid, he is 18, he can handle himself, right dude?' 'Yeah of course, I got this' I said and I loaded up the delivery box and headed out the back door. I found the house easy enough and parked in the driveway. There were several other cars in the driveway and sort of parked all over the place. The house was big but not well maintained. As I walked up the sidewalk, I could hear some house music getting louder. As Noah said, the front door was part way open and I entered. I had smelled pot a couple times before and when I was nearing the house it smelled like someone was smoking some of the marijuana. Sure enough, just inside the door was a table with a wad of cash on it. I set the pizza down and took the wad of cash. As I was turning to leave and stuffing the money into my pocket, I heard something that sounded like a cry for help. I stopped in my tracks and listened. The music was kind of loud but I heard it again. I moved closer to the rickety wooden steps leading to upstairs and bent my ear toward the steps. Then I heard it again, 'stop' 'please stop' 'stop it hurts' 'I cant' 'please'. It sounded like a woman, her voice was soft but scared. Maybe it was the TV? Maybe she was being hurt? Fuck, what do I do. I got out my cards and asked myself. 'Should I defy Noah's instructions to get the heck out and go upstairs and see if she needs help?' i turned over the card and it read... 'Yes, absolutely'. I slowly started to sneak up the old wooden staircase. The smell of marijuana was getting stronger and the music was getting louder. I made it to the top of the steps and hear two voices coming out of one of the rooms. I carefully crept down the hallway and peaked into the room. It was two black dudes with their backs to me sitting on some old gross dirty furniture, smoking some weed and playing a video game. The noise of the music seemed to drown out my footsteps. Then I heard more cries for help. 'please don't' 'oh god' 'no' 'no' 'oh please' they weren't loud screams of pain, more like whimpers and mini screams mixed together. I snuck further down the dark hall and noticed the door was cracked open at the end of the hall. I got close enough to peak in and saw a dark haired guy blindfolded on the bed. It wasnt a woman at all, it was a dude. A small tiny dude having sex. He was tied around his arms and legs to the bed posts. There was this huge black dude covered in tats with a giant cock fucking him. There was a second black dude kneeling over his head feeding his big black cock deep into the guys mouth. I then noticed the guy getting used, reach over and picked up something over to this other side. It was a little brown bottle. My eyes instantly zeroed in on it. It was all I could see. My eyes got huge and I knew it was the bottle of magic. Just then, I felt a guy lunge at me from behind. I felt his arm come up from behind and get me in a head lock. He had to be 6 foot 6 inches and super strong. He other hand went up to my mouth and firmly clamped my mouth closed. My eyes stayed glued on the brown bottle from the room and my heart raced. The guy behind me held me very firm and whispered into my ear. Well well well, what do we have here, but a beautiful blond princess. If you know what is good for you just stay very calm and very still and he shook me a little and said 'understood'? I nodded my head yes and he started pulling me toward another room across the hallway.

PART ONE My name is David and I’m an athletic 20 y/o straight guy. Correction: I thought I was!!! I used to spend my weekends hanging out with my girlfriend, but now I spend them lying in a sling getting gangbanged and getting my as filled up with loads of cum. I knew my GF since I was 9 y/o and I thought that I was in love with her, so I didn’t explore my sexuality. In one night I was converted all thanks to some white crystals. It all started a few months ago when my GF and I broke up because she was fucking another guy. To be honest… I felt relieved. Finally I could also spend time with my friends in the weekends. Not that I hardly see them; 7 years ago we started a Parkour (free-running) team after we saw some YouTube vids about it, so you could find us after classes or work at the park or by the abandoned parking garage practicing our moves and jumps. My best friend is Brian, he’s 18 y/o (nearly 19) and coincidently also the younger brother of my ex GF. Brian was a bit different than the rest. When he became 16 he started in the weekends by staying out all night, no one knew where he was. His parents grounded him but without any effect; he just sneaked out when he had the change. He always came home after a few days, so after a while his parents gave up. Around the same I also saw that he had a few tattoos on his body. My first weekend as a free man was coming up so I asked Brian if he wanted to hang out. He told me that his parents weren’t home that weekend so we could do whatever we liked. So later that evening I went over to Brian’s house. Brian opened the door shirtless. I could see that he had a lot more tattoos on his toned body than when I saw them for the first time. ‘Is your sis also home?’, I asked. ‘She’s out and probably won’t come home tonight. So don’t worry!’ he replied. We watched a movie, but I was keeping an eye on the door; I didn’t want to see her cheating face. ‘Dude, relax! Be glad that you’re a free man. Time to start living!’, said Brian. ‘You’re right! But I’m not as laid back as you!’, I replied. He asked ‘Wanna smoke some weed?’. ‘No! I tried that once and became ill’, I answered. ‘In that case… I have something else that doesn’t make you ill… and it will also help you relax’, Brian said. I wanted to say ‘No’ but Brian interrupted me: ‘What did I just said… live a bit!’. ‘Trust me!’, he added. I smiled and nodded. He came back with a burner and a glass pipe with a bowl on the end. He got a bag with a small amount of white crystals and he loaded the contents of the bag in the bowl. The he heated the bowl with the burner and took a deep hit. After 10 seconds he exhaled and said ‘Up for it?’. I nodded. Brian heated the bowl and placed the pipe at my mouth. I followed his instructions and inhaled deep and kept it in for about 10 seconds. ‘You have to take 4 more hits’ Brian said. After the fourth I could feel my body relax. I gave the pipe back to Brian and he also took 5 deep hits. A warm glow went thru my body. ‘When the heat gets to much it’s best to take of your shirt!’ Brian said. ‘Isn’t necessary I think!’, I replied. But a few minutes later I took my shirt off. ‘Shall I switch the movie to some porn?’, Brian asked. ‘Sounds good’, I replied. I felt horny as hell and started rubbing my cock thru my shorts. I saw that Brian got the pipe and took some hits, he than he handed over the pipe and I also took some hits. Brian pulled down his shorts and started to stroke his cock. ‘You don’t mind, do you?!’ he asked. I replied by doing the same. It wasn’t hard to miss that Brian’s cock was larger than my 8 inches. ‘Damn! I knew that my cock was large but yours is even bigger!’, I said. ’Just under 10 inches’, he replied. After stroking our own cocks for 20 minutes I asked for another hit. Brian replied: ‘Sorry dude, we used up the small amount I had!’. ‘Too bad! I made me feel so hot and submissive!’, I replied. ‘We can get some more!’, he said. I looked at Brian. He continued: ‘Friends of mine always have enough, so we can pick up some there. It’s only a 10 minute drive when we take your car’. ‘Don’t they mind?’, I asked. ‘No they won’t… so let’s go… the quicker we go, the quicker we’re back!’, Brian said. So I grabbed my car keys and we drove to Brian’s friends. We arrived at an apartment building. We walked inside, the doorman and Brian greeted each other. When we stepped in to the elevator Brian typed a code on the keypad and pressed the button for the penthouse floor. When we stepped out of the elevator we enter a hallway. At the end we came in a huge living room. Brian cut across towards an other hall, I followed him. We came at a door and I could here loud music and muffled voices coming from behind it. ‘Wait here!’, Brian said. He entered the room, but forgot to fully close the door. I heard moaning and other strange noises. I started to get curious and pushed the door a bit more open so I could see what was happening. I saw naked men fucking and sucking other men. I saw a young guy (18-19 y/o) laying in a sling with his wristed tied behind his back. A black guy with a huge cock walked towards the guy. He rubbed some spit on his cock and started to enter that small white ass. When young guy started to moan louder the black guy took the boys nipples between his fingers and started to pinch and pull them. The moans got louder and louder as the black cock sank deeper and deeper until his cock was fully inside the moaning guy. At that same moment the door opened and Brian and another guy stood in front of me. ‘Are you enjoying the view?’, he said. I stuttered while trying to say ‘No’. ‘Dude your dick is telling us a different story’, said the guy besides Brian. I looked down and saw that my cock was pitching a tent in my shorts and there was also a wet stain where my dick oozed pre-cum. ‘Don’t feel ashamed for liking what you see. I’m not ashamed for it either.”, said Brian. ‘Know you know what I was doing in the weekends’, he said laughing. ‘Come in… no one will bite you!’, said the other guy. I walked in and saw that the other guy was Brians older brother Chris. Chris is 25 y/o and his ripped body is covered in tattoos. His nipples are pierced and he has a huge cock with a PA piercing. Brian hands me a pipe. To calm my nerves I take several deep hits. When I give the pipe back to him I see that Brian already took of his clothes. ‘There’s only one of us overdressed’, Brian said while pulling down my shorts. Chris pulls up my shirt over my head. Brian stands in front of me and looks me deep in my eyes. His hand starts to stroke my hard cock. I become mesmerized. Our faces come closer, our lips touch and we start to kiss. I never felt like this before and I don’t want it to end. He did a step back and said: ‘You said that the Tina makes you horny and submissive. Are you willing to open yourself for new feelings and ideas? Are you willing to give yourself to me and to do whatever I say no questions asked? Do you thrust me?’. ‘YES, YES, YES’ I answered unknowing what to come. ‘Drink this’, Brian said. ‘What is it’. I asked. ‘It’s something called G… it’s to relax you… After this no questions anymore, remember?!’, Brian said. I nodded. I went to sit down and saw how the black guy was pounding the young guy in the sling harder and harder. With a loud roar he rammed his cock as deep as he could and started to shake. ‘That’s Devon and his loads are huge… Go and take a closer look!”, says Chris. I walk towards the sling and see how Devon pulls out his cock. The asshole of the young guy stays open and pulsates while slowly a stream of cum start to ooze out. ‘Your cock likes it… why don’t you put yours in so you can feel how a sloppy cum hole feels?’, says Devon. I move towards the ass and slide my cock inside. The feeling is incredible and not to explain. Brain takes place behind me, his hand goes around my waist and slides besides my cock in the ass. When it’s inside it wraps around my cock and begins to stroke my cock. The feeling of being jerked off inside some ones ass is mind-blowing. The bottom and I start moan in sync. Brian start to jerk harder and faster. I feel my cock swell up inside and with a loud roar I shoot my first load in a boys ass. Brian and I pull out and kiss. Then Brian takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom. ‘I’m going to show you how you clean your ass… because I only fuck clean asses… you want to feel this cock inside you? Yes you do! Because you said you would give yourself to me!!’, Brian said with a grin. I smiled and nodded. When I was clean I could feel that I was getting woozy from the drink. Brian orders me to lay in the sling. ‘When you’re in the sling a pipe isn’t very handy… so we a better way… stick out your arm and trust me!’, said Brian. I do as asked and stick out my arm. Chris takes a shoelace and ties off my arm. Before I realize it I feel a needle in my arm and see how the contents of the syringe disappears in my vein. ‘Enjoy the trip!’, says Chris while he looses the shoelace. I feel the T shooting thru my veins which makes me cough. And while I feel myself glide into a state of pure trance I hear Chris say ‘I gave him an extra dose to make him totally brainwash him and turn him in to a toxic cum whore’. The only thing I remember is begging to get my ass filled with cock and me pleading to be turned in to a toxic cum whore. I woke up from my trance a few hours later with a sloppy cum as like the other young guy. The young guy was laying beside me. He was wearing glasses this time. I recognized him as a guy from my class. ‘The next time the dose will be normal… that way you can feel it all when you get fucked by Devon”, said the guy. ‘Did I got fucked by Devon?’, I said. ‘Yes! Brian even fisted his cum deeper inside you!’ he replied. I was in shock. ‘They filmed everything so you can watch it… so you can see what they are going to do to you next week!’, he added. ‘Don’t think that there will be a next time!’, I said. ‘Yes you will, that empty feeling in your ass will get more and more until you beg to be filled! I was converted last year and I haven’t missed a party since! Their toxic DNA is flowing in your blood now. Your one of us!” he says. ‘One of you?’, I asked. ‘Hey guys, he didn’t discover the band-aid just above his cock!’, he shouts. ‘We all got a biohazard tattoo with the text “POZ BROTHER” above it. We all have one!’, he continued. Slowly the result of my actions set in and the harder I thought about it the hornier I got. My ass started to tingle, I know now that the empty feeling only will get worser, so I asked out loud ‘Can some one please fill my ass again?’. ‘Later… we first going to show you on bigscreen what you missed! So you know what where going to do to you next time!’, said Chris laughing. TO BE CONTINUED!

I laid back in the sling, naked, cleaned out and ready. He was naked and hard, and slamming himself. Straight away he then slams me, pushing the needle into my eagerly waiting vein, pulling it back and getting that beautiful flash of red and then pressing the plunger in. I feel it hit as waves of pleasure dart through my brain and as I'm beginning to rush I poke out my tongue involuntarily and start moaning. I feel his tongue writhing its way deeply into my hole as he pumps my cock with a lubed up hand. He also strokes my balls as his tongue frenzy continues in my hole. As I feel the rush starting to level out, I feel a big dildo entering me and his mouth engulfs my now soft but hugely horny cock. As he fucks me with the toy and sucks my T dick, I feel it welling up in my balls, and I moan that I'm gonna cum...next thing I feel my cum oozing out of my cock in one long steady stream, and he moans as he swallows most of it, then stands and kisses me, sharing some of it with me. Now I start to feel really piggy, and he removes the dildo and replaces it with his hard-as-steel cock, pounding away at my hole and hitting my prostate with every thrust. I am moaning as I lay my head back and it hangs over the top end of the sling. His mate wastes no time in getting his big long thick cock down my throat, and I am fucked up and blissing out as both my hungry holes are being served simultaneously, pre-cum sliding down my throat, and pre-cum adding to the lube in my hole. The guy fucking my mouth pauses and lifts my head, giving me four big hits of poppers...then lowers my head back down and as the poppers hit he is back all the way down my throat, fucking the warm wetness and slicking it up with more pre-cum...he starts so be more rhythmic, and I feel his huge shaft start to thicken in my throat, and he blasts seven streams of thick creamy cum down my willing throat. All that action caused ripples of pleasure to pulsate through my hole, giving the guy fucking me intense pleasure around the head of his super hard cock and all the way up and down the shaft as he pumped more rapidly into my velvety fuck hole, tensing and depositing his huge load inside me....providing lots of lube in my now filled and sloppy hole. He swapped places with the other guy and I licked and sucked him clean, he stood and went to the supplies table as the other guy started to ease four fingers into my hungry fuck tunnel. I felt a band around my arm, and the fingers entering my hole held still as I felt the prick of a needle in my arm, looked down and saw a register. He slid the plunger in, withdrew the needle and applied a swab all in one smooth motion, then nodded at the guy with his fingers in me....WHAM, I felt the rush hit, and as I felt myself get even more fucked up I felt a fist enter me and slowly slide deeper into me. I was moaning and growling, chanting fuck yeah, fuck yeah as I entered a completely new level of extreme and untamed pleasure, begging for more as the guy who just slammed me also positioned himself at my hole, rubbing his fingers around the fist already in me, and slowly applying pressure to invade me at the same time.Ever so slowly my hole is worked deeper and wider, and I know this is the preparation for some alternate punch fisting between the two guys. I am squirming and riding the fist as the second guy manages to apply the pressure needed to gain entry with his fist. I now have two fists slowly working my hole, and one of the guys hands me poppers with his free hand. I take four huge hits and put it down. I feel the intense rush as ripples of pleasure rolls over me in waves, and then I feel the fists start to increase in speed, and then they are both removed and it begins. One after the other they enter then exit my hole, sending wave after wave of intense pleasure through me, my cock is oozing cum continuously, and my hole takes over as I involuntarily push out.... bearing down and my hole blossoms out, engulfing and welcoming each intrusion of the alternating fists...they slow to barely moving as each thrust I am bearing down and pushing, and both of them are also moaning and prompting me with encouragement. Now both fists slowly enter me again together and I feel so stretched and full as they push in deep. I take more poppers and they slowly increase the pace, fully exiting my hole with each thrust, they slowly increase the pace until I am being double fist-punched, then I bear down as they pull out, and I push out a huge rosebud...they both alternate sucking and slurping on it, and then take turns feeding it their cocks until they blow their loads, leaving loads of cum oozing out of my wrecked hole. I feel so empty, but they say they are going for a smoke and drink, but not to worry...as they set up a fuck machine to pound me while they are gone. They position it and get it started, tit is thick and long, and has a 9" stroke...while it is deep in me they stop it, prep me and give me another slam, and WHAM, as it hits they turn the fuck machine on again and I go into orbit...as I come down from my rush I realise they have left the room, and the machine is fucking my sloppy cummy hole. They have placed the controls by my hand, and I slow it right down as I snort some more poppers, then I crank it back up so it is steadily fucking me as I moan, poke my tongue out and groan, and push my hole out to take in as much as I can. This is my dream, to be hired as a houseboy and used like this and more

Chapter 3 Carl passed me a shot, I quickly swallowed it and shivered as the straight scotch burned its way down my throat. "I think before you suck me you need to get your ass up on the bed and let carl taste your hole while is see if my mates are free at the moment. Unlock your computer then jump up and get your ass in the air, sound ok?" said patrick. I guess it was a question but he said it in a way that there wasn't really much option to disagree. In the back ground Carl had shucked his shirt and jeans. He was commando. He giant ebony cock was already hard and it glinted with a ladder of 5 sets of piercings running up across the top of his cock. I'd seen them under the knob but these were priced across the loose skin on the top. Clearly his ample foreskin had given them room to implant them where others would have struggled. " You heard him baby, get up there and let me taste that white neg ass", Carl was a yank. And his thick southern accent only made me weaker. I unlocked my computer, dropped my boxers and climbed up onto the bed on all fours. Spreading my legs and feeling the cool hair brush past my hole. Carl wasted little time coming up behind me to gently tease my ring with his fingers. Gliding them gently over the hairless puckered surface. Spreading my sheeck he leaned forward and painted his mouth bang on my puckers and started to noisily lick and slurp my hole. In my already drunken state it started to send me crazy. My hard cock hanging down between my legs was dripping, i stroked it a few times but my god his tongue was doing amazing things that just got me too close to blowing. In the background i could hear Patrick clicking away typing, i looked over my shoulder to see him messaging someone on BBRT. "How long since you been fucked baby?" asked carl as he gently teased just my ass lips with the tips of his fingers. " About 8 weeks, he was a semi regular, pretty small only about 5 inches" "And how long since you've had a cock like mine or Patti's?" "I don't think I've ever had once your size", I tried to remember as Carl resumed his masterful work on my hole. "My ex was the biggest i've had he was about 7 inches but no where near as thick as you, He tore me though just not preparing me" I had started to slur and probably should have stopped talking. "It turned me on him summing in me, he liked to say he busted my cherry, he always used condoms though. I want on prep, but i stopped. I guess i should have kept going, i mean maybe we shouldn't.." "Shhh.." Patrick had appeared at my side and slid his jockstrap down . It was bigger than the pictures. The uncut knob was pierced and drooling precum, his heavy hairy balls hung down low, spread down by a cock ring. He grabbed my head and pressed my face to them, I could smell his slight musk and manliness. I had always though bulls balls and beer can cocks were for the movies. But here I had a 9 inch beer can on a poz muscle god and a 10 inch pierced black rod on this rough black man with an amazing tongue. "How long since your last prep tablet?" Pat asked. "2 weeks", I mumbled as i tongued his balls. "I can take one now, that way you can fuck me bare, i know its not perfect but.." "Shh, enough talking" he pushed my face back to his balls. "Keep licking. Lets just see where things go. Lets have another shot, maybe you can just suck us off that would be safe, wouldn't it?" I looked up past the massive pierced leaking cock over his hairy bulging pecs. God he was sexy. My hole twitched thinking about that cock as Carl continued to eat me out. I couldn't believe how strong his tongue was. All standing up we moved over for shots. One for each of the, and an extra for me. I had started to feel queasy with this one and explained i needed to lay down. As i collapsed backwards on to the bed carl lifted my legs and got back to work. "Keep him occupied, I'm going to duck down and grab Gary and Mark." Carl gave a thumbs up as he continued his work on my hole, occaisiaonlly biting my ring now interspersed with his tongue. My head lolled side to side and the room was starting to spin. I think I'd had too much but i was determined to keep it down. That was good scotch.

I was eighteen, short for my age at just five foot and very slim. Often people thought I was younger, but my Id proved them wronged. While I generally enjoyed school, I hated sports and took every opportunity to avoid them. When, however, I could not get out of sports, I usually tended to go for cross country runs, probably because they involved no physical contact. Looking back now, however, I see one of those cross country runs set me on a path for life. Our runs took us for miles, through urban areas and also through woodland and parks. On such runs naturally the urge to urinate would eventually arise, but my rule of thumb was to hold-out as long as I could, even if the act of running was exacerbating the necessity. One one particular run I found myself increasingly desperate, so when, as I entered a woodland, I spotted a sign for some public toilets, I immediately padded down the path through the bushes and trees and came to a secluded toilet. Entering, it took a bit before my eyes adjusted to the relative darkness compared to the bright sunlight outside. A sort of twilight, lit purely from whatever daylight managed to filter through the small and dirty windows at a high level on one wall. I stepped over to the urinals and, fishing my penis out from the leg of my shorts, let go a long stream of piss from my bursting bladder. As I finished I realised that a tall man was also standing at the end urinal and seemed to be watching me intently. Somewhat innocently I turned as I rearranged my shorts and our eyes met. Then he glanced down and my eyes automatically followed. He turned slightly and I saw this huge erection jutting from his trousers with two heavy balls hanging below. I stared fascinated. It was the first mans cock I had ever seen, and it was enormously erect with a big swollen purple head that glistened moistly. His hand was wrapped around the shaft and he slowly eased it back and forth, the foreskin rolling over the head as he did so. A big drop of fluid emerged from the end and hung there obscenely, glistening in the dim light. "Come here", he said authoritatively. As if hypnotized, my legs propelled me in his direction, stopping a foot or so in front of him, only for him to reach over, grab my hair with one hand, as his other hand covered my mouth. The shock brought me to my senses, but too late. His fingers were woven into my hair and he forced my head down relentlessly until my face was level with his swollen member. A small biohazard symbol was tattooed to the upper left of his cock. Two fingers of his left hand were being forced into my mouth and he pried my teeth apart until my mouth gaped open. He then slid the swollen moist head of his cock between my lips commanding "Don't try to shout or scream boy. Just enjoy it. Oh, and don't bite me or I'll hurt you," he admonished, removing his fingers so that my lips clamped around the head. I was disgusted but his grip of my hair prevented me from moving my head. He slowly eased his cock further into my mouth until the head hit the back of my mouth at the top of my throat. He moaned and then started thrusting slowly back and forth. He had about four inches in my mouth and transferred his hands to hold my ears while he settled into a rhythm, my saliva and his precum lubricating the thrusts. As he raped my mouth I adjusted to the feel of his cock sliding over my tongue. It seemed like ages but was probably only about five minutes. But he was not satisfied with this and his bell end increasingly bashed against the back of my mouth. Then he held me firmly by the ears as he pushed the head into my throat. "Stop teasing me boy and take it right down your throat. You know you want it.," he said. I gagged and resisted and my arms flailed about as I struggled to resist. But then I heard one of the cubicle doors creak open and realised we had been watched by another man. He came over and grabbed both of my arms pulling them together behind me. At this the first man forced his cock into my throat, ignoring my gagging, and started a brutal throat rape. His cock stretched my throat open and his cock rammed a couple of inches into my gullet. "That's it, throat-rape the little slut," I heard a new voice, as the second man encouraged the first man. I was now held firmly by the ears and wrists and couldn't struggle. "Hang on a minute, let's strip him," , he added and he grasped both my wrists in one hand, and using the other to pull my tee shirt over my head. He then proceeded to tie my wrists together behind my back using my own tee shirt. The first man resumed his rape of my throat, slamming his swollen cock into my gullet and into my throat. The second man then pulled my shorts down to my ankles and raised one of my feet to free the shorts completely. This unbalanced me and I fell forward, impaling myself fully on the tool reaming my throat. Pubic hair was ground into my face as my throat accepted the full length. "Yes, take it!", I heard the first man say and he started long dicking my throat to the hilt. I gasped for air and my breathing rasped noisily as I struggled to breathe around the thick shaft. At the same time I felt my buttocks being parted and a finger pushing into my virgin boyhole. It was withdrawn and the second man spat onto my hole, reinserting the finger to the knuckle. Then a second finger was thrust in alongside stretching my hole open. The man worked my hole loosening it up. Then he pulled out his fingers, kicked my legs apart and I felt his cock head against my spittle wet hole. He held my hips and pushed the head inside. The pain was excruciating, but my groans were muted by the cock raping my throat and my efforts to complain just opened my throat more. The second man pushed and slowly forced his cock further and further in, deeper than I thought possible. Eventually, with one savage thrust his cock was in to the hilt, his pubic hair scratching against my virgin buttocks. "God his cunt is tight", he said. "I think he's a virgin", responded the first,"lets break him in as a pussy boy, I need to dump this toxic load". The second man started thrusting in and out, long smooth strokes that pulled my hole inside out on each exit stroke. Together they long-dicked me both ends synchronizing their strokes so that both ends were filled at the same time. I realised my only hope of surviving was to cooperate and try to relax both my throat and boy hole. "He's starting to enjoy it", one of them said and they settled in for a long session. A whistle announced the arrival of another man. "Hey John, who's your new fuckboy then?" "He's letting you do him bareback. He obviously doesn't know you," I heard. It seemed the new arrival already knew at least one of the first two. "Didn't give him a choice, but he wants it now, Just see how he's taking it and he's gonna get my spunk soon." "You wanna bit of him too?" "Damn right, I'll just get my mate from the van and we'll do him after you." With that he briefly left, returning after a couple of minutes with his mate who asked "Fuck, he's a cute young pussy boy. What's his cunt like?" "Fucking tight. I'm gonna cum in a minute," the first man added. At the same time the rate of his thrusts increased, his shaft swelled even thicker and harder as he pulled my ears tightly, thrusting fully into my throat. His cock pulsated as a stream of hot thick cum poured into my throat. Withdrawing his cock so his head alone remained in my mouth, his balls continued pumping volley after volley into my mouth. "Swallow boy, get used to it," he ordered. I complied, the thick spunk sliding downing my throat as I urgently sought to swallow it all. It tasted funny, sort of salty. I can't say I was sorry when the spurts of cum slowed down, not because I didn't enjoy swallowing his load, but rather if only to catch my breath, only to have him withdraw completely, wiping his cock head on my lips as he muttered "Fuck, that was amazing." "I'm gonna cum too, take my poz load.", the second man said. Shit it made sense. The biohazard and toxic talk. They had HIV and they were cumming in me. I struggled but to no avail. I felt his cock swell and pulse and I felt his hot spunk shooting into my guts, holding it fully in as he filled my boyhole, the hot spunk searing the tenderised insides. Then he too pulled out and a rush of cool air replaced his cock in my ravaged hole. The muscles contracted, closing my ring and preventing the big load of spunk from sliding out. I could feel it sliming about inside. I felt relieved that was over, but I hadn't counted on the two new arrivals. As I looked up the two arrivals, both black men were stripping off. I stared fascinated, one had a long thick erection about 10 inches with a massive cock head while the other had a slightly shorter 9 inches but really thick. They both started to wank their shafts, and I watched, fascinated, as the one in front of me rolled his thick foreskin back over the bell shaped head and it became rock hard with a large drop of precum glistening obscenely at the tip. I started to panic but the first quickly grabbed my head and thrust the head of his cock into my mouth. My lipsstretched to accommodate it all as he slid in along my tongue and into mythroat. At the same time his mate lined his cock up to my open boyhole and thrust in all the way, his massive tool like a bottle stretching the tender walls of my boyhole. I felt spunk running down my legs as the savage battering forced it out. The savage rape of my holes was now taken over by these two black men with huge cocks. "Hold him steady will you", one of them said and the first two men took up a position on each side of me pulling my arms and holding me tightly and rigid. Sweat was pouring down my face and dripped to the floor and my breath rasped noisily as I stuggled to inhale. My throat had become an open channel to the massive invader long dicking me at each thrust. His mate was synchronizing his thrusts so that both were embedded to the hilt together. Fortunately the thick load of spunk lining my boyhole made the anal rape less painful and I focussed on just staying conscious. Suddenly both men stopped, as if by some signal and dragged me into a cubicle. One sat down on the toilet and pulled me back to sit on him, impaled on his engorged cock. It slid fully inside to the hilt. The second black guy grabbed my ankles and drew my legs up to his shoulders, my white socks and trainers each side of his head. His cockhead brushed against my stuffed boyhole. Then slowly he pushed forward and against all resistance forced his cockhead in also. He held a hand over my mouth and suppressed my screams as he pushed further and further into my hole. I must have passed out because after a bit I came to with both cocks fully embedded in my cunt. I felt stretched beyond what was possible. The sitting guy raised me by the hips until both massive cocks were almost out – just the big heads inside my newly formed boy pussy. Then he slammed me back down and the two massive black cocks mashed together expanding my cunt to its limits. Againand again, faster and faster, and gradually the wilder the doublefuck became the more I began to enjoy the invasion and ignore the pain. Slamming in and out, sliding against each other, their two dicks fought, tearing through the last remains of my sweet boyhood. And the tender walls of my newly formed cunt fitted the double fuckpoles like a glove. Then suddenly my head was pulled down to one side as a third guy forced his cock into my mouth and started raping my throat. My boyhole was stretched beyond its limits to take the savage double fuck that was happening and my lips were numb and my throat raw into its brutal rape. I managed to slip my wrists from the tee shirt and clung on to the thighs of the guy under me. Suddenly the door swung open. From the corner of one eye I could see 2 new guys had arrived and were enjoying the spectacle. Here I was, an 18 year old slutboy, naked and being gangraped brutally and at the same time enjoying my conversion into a hollow fucktube. They opened their trouser flys and started pounding their big cocks. It seemed to continue for ages. Eventually I could feel the two cocks in my boy hole speed up further and I felt them expand. One guy and then the other started shooting a huge double load deep into my guts. Then the third guy rammed his cock deep into my throat to the hilt and held it there. I felt it pulsing and throb as jet after jet of thick cum was unloaded deep in my throat. After a minute he pulled his still semi erect cock from my throat, pulled up his jeans and just left without saying anything. I slumped forward against the standing black guy. "Wassup boi?" he asked. But I was too exhausted to reply. He stepped back and the guy under me pushed me forward. I slumped forward onto the floor, naked and sweating, with cum seeping from my cunt and a dribble trailing from my swollen mouth and lips. "You've now got a pussy both ends boi", the first black guy said, pushing a thick finger into my swollen pussy, and the both laughed obscenely. I just lay on the dirty stinking piss covered floor as they dressed, too shattered to move. "We've got some mates who wud love to use you boi, so if you want you can be out new white pussyboi. Just be here next Friday at 5.30 after work". Then they turned and left laughing. The two guys who had been watching now pulled me onto all fours and one stuffed his swollen cock deep into my throat while the other rammed his cock into my tender raped cunthole. They rammed in and out to the hilt until they too unloaded their spunk into me. Then they simply let me slump back to the ground and left laughing. I lay there for a while gathering my senses, then crawled around and found my shorts and tee shirt. I pulled them back on and managed to stagger from the toilet into the sunlight outside. Bow legged with cum seeping from my ravaged hole I slowly headed back to school and decided to tell them I had got lost and beaten up by some youths. But I wondered if my throat and new pussy would be sufficiently recovered for next Friday and wondered how many mates they had and how much I could take. It wouldn't be long before I found out...

2. Seth "I want to fall asleep with my dick in your hole," Jon said. I had felt each drop of his sperm shoot into my hole and I thought I had completely drained him. But his dick was still hard and very much lodged deep in my hole. It was a queer feeling, to be so comforted by another man so completely dominating me. I wondered if this was how girls felt, when a man was inside of them. "Me too," I said. "I like your arms around me." "Me too. Feel your body against me," Jon said. "Feel so relaxed. So safe here," I said. I could feel Jon's breaths slowing down, as he recovered from his orgasm. I pressed up against him, his cock still semi-hard in my hole, the last bits of his semen dripping into my body. "And you. You're inside me." Across from me, Cal and JP were cuddled up as well. Cal smiled at me before he rolled over to face JP. The two started whispering to each other. Despite them being only a few feet away, I couldn't hear what they were saying. It didn't matter. Jon was whispering into my ear. "You ok? With falling asleep like this?" "Yeah," I said. Jon relaxed and his body pressed up against me. In my gut, there was a pleasant warmth radiating out. It was the cum that these men had so carefully injected into me, and I treasured the sensation. However, just as I was about to fall asleep, the warmth disappeared, like it was blown out by a sudden gust of wind. It startled me, and I must have jerked my body. "Stay here boy," Jon whispered in my ear. "Stay on me, and just enjoy it. Enjoy my dick inside of you and the feeling of connection." He pulled me a bit closer. His arms, wrapped around me, were firm and muscular and it was easy to lose myself in the feeling of comfort and happiness. I closed my eyes again. Jon's dick was still hard inside of me and it was what I focused on as I fell asleep. "You think you need it?" JP said to me. I was in a bright room, somewhere in their apartment. I was naked and immediately realized that my cock was stubbornly, embarrassingly soft. I tried to look around, but I was trapped in my body, unable to move. I was dreaming, although it was still unclear if it was a dream or a nightmare. "Do you boy?" he asked again. Before I even realized what I was doing, my mouth said "Yes." I wanted the ability to control the dream, but my brain was not allowing me to. I had to let it play out. I had to find out what was at the end. "Not that it matters," JP said. I was scared, but also excited. I wanted to play with my dick, but when I tried to reach for it, I discovered I was bent over a bench, my hands handcuffed to eye hooks bolted into the thick wood. I knew it was a dream, but it felt so real. Even the unsteady timeline and complex causality seemed plausible, explained away by the very lacunae in my brain that no doubt caused them. A new man appeared in front of me. "This is Michael," a voice in my ear whispered. I tried to turn, but found it strangely difficult to move my head. "He's a friend of ours. And wants to try out your ass." "Of course," I managed to mumble. The scene tilted in ways that in the real world, gravity made difficult. But then it was back to normal, only with Michael's cock buried deep in my ass. It felt like I had tried to resist, but it had been futile. "How does that full-blown AIDS cock feel in your ass?" the unknown voice asked. All I could focus on was the hard dick sliding in and out of my hole. I knew it was Michael. He was fucking me raw, but it felt good that a man was pleasuring himself using my body. I knew that the strange man had just told me something, something that was crucially important for me to remember. Something that I absolutely needed to remember, but in the dense fog of a dream, I completely forgotten what it was. "Feel good?" the unknown voice asked me. All that really mattered was how good Michael's cock felt in me. "Fucking amazing," I said. It didn't matter what he had told me earlier. All that mattered was how it felt to have a man's cock in my hole. How it felt to have Michael's thick shaft in my hole. "Goddamn hard cock in my hole." There was something I was supposed to be scared about, something about the beautiful, masculine cock filling me up. But I lost it as soon as I tried to remember. It wasn't important. The only important thing was the raw cock pounding my hole. In the uncanny tilts and shifts of dreams, the geography of my body morphed. I was no longer tied down to the bench; I was on my back in the bed. The sun was setting, painting the bedroom in golden red tones. Michael was on top of me and his cock was still buried in my ass. The setting could have been romantic. "Fucking take my cock, bitch boy," Michael grunted. His cock slammed into my ass. I expected the familiar, comfortable feeling of a man's cock. But instead, it was a blinding explosion of pain. I yelped from the hurt. "Just take it faggot," Michael whispered in my ear, as he held me in place, prolonging my agony. "You'll be better for it. Not just a worthless faggot." "A better faggot," I replied, still struggling to understand why this was so agonizing. When Jon had been in me, it had felt so good. When Cal had bred me, it had been complete bliss. When JP had filled me with his seed, I had thought I had been in heaven. But Michael was torture. Even his pre-cum burnt. "No. Just a faggot. Not a better faggot," Michael said. He slammed his cock into me again, and I winced. "Take it, faggot. You were just begging me for my infected dick." "I want to be a better faggot." I heard the words. They were in my voice. But I couldn't believe that I had said it. All I wanted was for the torment to end. "You know how to do it, faggot," Michael said. "So easy." He had told me something. So easy to do, and I wanted it so badly. But it had also been utterly terrifying. It was something I had nightmares about for years; only now it was part of my most important dreams. "Cum in me," I said. It was what I wanted. The warm semen would lubricate my dry hole. It would help soothe the burning. I turned to JP, who suddenly had been next to me the entire time. He was staring at me, staring at me getting fucked, and was stroking his cock. "Do it boy," He said. "Do what he wants you to do. Do it for me." I looked back at Michael. "Please," I said. Michael's eyes glinted and he smiled. For a brief, perfect moment, I thought nothing was going to happen, and I would be spared any more pain. But then Michael slammed into me, and the bright, burning pillar of pain erupted into my hole. "Uggh," I grunted, as I jolted awake. I tried to remember the dream, before it flew away on diaphanous wings. I was getting fucked. The man was suggesting that I get infected with HIV. Someone else said it would be good, and that made me feel safe. Safe, despite the monstrosity of the suggestion. As I thought about it, my stomach clenched even while my dick throbbed. I reached down, and there was a drop of pre-cum. "You ok?" a voice asked. A soft beard rubbed against my neck, and warm lips nibbled on my ear. I was still in Jon's arms. His cock was still in me. "Yeah," I said, happy to have a familiar warmth next to me. I may have only met him in person a few hours earlier, but we had talked so much, I feel like we had been friends much longer. "Bad dream." "Oh?" Jon asked. An arm drifted down to my groin. He wrapped his hand around my cock, engulfing my own hand already there. "Doesn't seem all that bad to me." "Scary?" I offered. "And sexual." One hand was already resting on my hard cock. "Definitely sexual," Jon said. He reached between us, and found his own cock. "Here," Jon said. "Come here. Tell me about it." He gently pulled his dick out of my hole. It was still hard, even though we had been sleeping at least a few hours. "Still hard?" I murmured. "Yeah," he said. "But it needs a rest." He gently rolled me over so that I was facing him. Behind me, Cal's hand reached out, and rested on my butt. The two men were protecting me, making sure that I was never out of their reach, and could always avail myself of their personal space and the safety that came with it. "Now, tell me what you want about your dream." He kissed my forehead. His beard was a little scratchy, but it felt good against me. "Someone was fucking me. Fucking me hard. And." I paused for a second. I knew that Jon was HIV-positive. But he also bragged about how healthy he was. We had talked about it, but with him being undetectable and I was going to be on PrEP, it didn't matter much. "And," Jon asked me. One arm was wrapped around my back, holding me close to him. The other hand had found Cal's arm, and was guiding it towards my asshole. "I knew about him. Like he had AIDS." "Was he fucking you raw?" Between us, my cock was pressing hard against Jon's stomach. "Yeah," I said. Jon's cock was also pressing hard against my stomach. It seemed perverse, even downright evil to be getting an erection talking about this. But there was no mistaking that we were both hard. "How did you feel? When he was fucking you raw?" Jon asked. "A bit scared." "But you know, PrEP protects you even then." "Yeah," I said. "But, maybe, maybe sometimes I forget a dose." "Did you forget a dose in the dream?" Cal's hand had rested on my ass cheek; it was clear he had fallen back asleep. But Jon's finger had found my hole, and were gently tracing out the edges. It was still wet from sweat and spit and semen, and each stroke of Jon's finger sent chills down my spine. "I can't remember," I moaned. My cock was throbbing from the memories. "Did he cum in you?" "I don't know. It's...it's all slipping away." True to their reputation, the dream had slipped away; the details forgotten and only the purest emotions remained. "Do you want him to cum in you?" "No," I answered quickly. But then I thought about it. How hard his cock was. How it had felt sliding into me. How strong I was. As Jon said, the drugs I had taken would protect me from the dangers. "Yes," I countered. "Maybe," I continued, then gave up. "I don't know." "Yeah? You don't know?" "Well. In the dream. If he came in me," I began. I trailed off. Jon pulled me a little closer, and pressed the tip of his finger into me. I could trust him with anything. "If he came in me, good things would happen." Jon pushed his finger further up my asshole. "Really good things." "Better than the minor risks?" Jon asked me. "I wish I knew what they were. The good things. But yes. The good things were worth it." I found Jon's lips and gave him a long kiss. I was glad I had the dream with him. There was no one else in my life that could have understood it like him. And for you? Have the good outweighed the bad?" "For what?" "For being you know," I stumbled. "You know. Poz and all." He took a second before he answered and considered it carefully. "Yeah," he finally said. "If only for Jean-Paul. And Cal. They are worth everything. And more." Even in the darkness, I could feel him raise his head and look at the two men sleeping peacefully behind me. Instinctively, he knew where his men were. "We never had to be afraid. Never afraid that our love would end up hurting each other." "Oh," I said. I wasn't sure what else to say. I hadn't expected something quite so personal. "It's easier now. We were all undetectable the last time we were tested. You're on PrEP. Bareback fucking isn't a death sentence. Not like the way it was." I leaned in and kissed him. He was right. It no longer mattered that he was poz and I was not. We were both on drugs that would protect us. We didn't have to worry about anything, whether as simple as a kiss, or as complex as raw sex. "Yeah," I said. He pulled his finger out of my hole but kept on massaging it. I lay still for a few minutes and enjoyed the firmness of his cock against my stomach. "How long has it been?" I finally asked, breaking the late-night stillness. "Being poz?" he whispered back to me. "Yeah." "Gotta think. Over 15 years. At least. Yeah. 17, I think." "Do you know how? How you got it?" "Old fashioned way," he said. "Got fucked raw." "Did you know?" "I'm not sure I cared. It was a, well, a." He paused for a moment; I couldn't tell if he was embarrassed or just searching for the perfect phrase. "A sleazy time of my life," he finally said. "And I got what I expected from it." "But," I asked. I felt like there was more to it than he had said. "No. No regrets." He pressed his finger back into my hole. I grunted in pleasure. "But no need for those worries now. We can be safe and raw at the same time." "Yeah," I said. I reached down and felt his cock between us. It was fat and hard, heavy and engorged. Right at the tip was a bead of pre-cum. I ran my finger through it. "Pre-cum," I whispered. "Poz pre-cum." "Yeah, boy. Feel my cock. You know what I'm thinking?" "Tell me," I said. "Getting back inside you. Feeling you so close to me. Feeling you so open to me. Sharing everything with you." The words were intense. As plain as they were, in the context of our discussion, they carried so much more meaning and intensity. They were dirty and even a bit nasty. "You want that?" he asked me. His finger was pressing against my asshole, daring me to answer anything other than the truth. "Yeah," I said. I still hadn't fully waken up yet, and my answer was directly from my body, not my brain. But my brain didn't mind; it was still remembering the intense sexual feelings from my dream. "Good," Jon said. He rolled me on to my stomach and dove behind me. "Really good," he said, as his tongue pressed up against my hole. "Fuck," he grunted as his tongue pressed into my hole. "I can taste my cum up there. And JP's." He swirled his tongue around a little, then paused. "And Cal's sperm." "Please, Jon," I mumbled semi-coherently into the pillow. Jon's tongue had put me over the edge. I wanted his dick back in me. "Give me a minute. And I'll give you my dick," Jon said, before diving back into my hole. He pressed his tongue back into me, pushing a wad of spit up there. "Mmmmm," I moaned, as he probed my hole with his tongue. As pleasurable as his fingers and tongue were, they were nothing compared to how his dick would feel, and I could barely tolerate any delay before Jon forced his dick back into me. Nevertheless, I forced myself to relax. I closed my eyes and focused on his tongue tracing out the edges of my hole. It wasn't the same as getting fucked but even so, it still felt amazing. It was calming, gentle, and slow. It would be long and easy, no urgency for either of us to get relief. It was a chance for both of us to learn more about the other, and I was glad that I was doing this with Jon. I knew there would be time later for me to explore this with JP and Cal. "That feels really good," I muttered. I wasn't quite falling asleep, but it was hard to stay awake. I had always known that the crossing between wakefulness and sleep was not always a straight line, but only then did I realize how many of the paths would detour into sex. It pushed me deeper into my trance-like state of sexual arousal. My dick was throbbing, but slowly, at the exact same pace as Jon's tongue was circling my hole. "Really good," I muttered again. "I know," Jon said. "For me too." His tongue returned to my hole. We continued for what might have been just seconds, but could have also been hours. I sort of lost track, as my mind drifted off, trying to remember my dreams and contemplating what Jon and I had discussed. What if I did forget a dose? Especially so early in my treatment? It was a dangerous, dark thought, and I tried to put it out of my head. "Will remember in the morning," I mumbled and repeated. "Remember in the morning," It was so faint I wasn't even sure if I heard it, or just felt the subtle changes in my breath. It quickly fell in rhythm with Jon's rim job. "Fuuuuck," Jon said, gently detaching his lips from my asshole. It had been a long, perfect kiss, and I knew he was ready for more. "I want to get inside you." "Do it, Jon," I muttered. This time I knew it was loud enough for Jon to hear because he climbed up between my legs and rested his cock on my wet crack. "Please." "Fuck, you are wet and ready," Jon whispered as he pressed into me. My hole put up the slightest resistance before opening up and welcoming his shaft into me. "So fucking hot," Jon continued. He had lowered himself on top of me and was resting on his arms. I could just barely feel his chest hair against my back. "Cum in me," I said. I had just asked an HIV-positive man to cum in me and my dick throbbed at the thought. "Please, Jon. Give me your load." Saying it so clearly was a revelation. I wanted to feel Jon so completely, and I wondered if his cum would feel different if he wasn't poz. Or if it would feel different if I wasn't taking PrEP. I could always forget a dose. It would be easy. But it would be so risky and dangerous. Yet it was a gift I could give these men. In repayment for the world they had opened up for me. "Fucking hot boy hole," Jon whispered into my ear. "Gonna breed you good," he continued. "Please, Jon," I grunted. My hole was hungry for hard cock and hot seed. There was little I would not do in order to get fucked and bred by Jon. The very least I was going to do was milk his shaft until he shot me full of his very special seed. My imagination had already started to spin out fantasies about far more intense activities that I would be utterly willing to do with Jon. "Of course, my boy," Jon said. He lowered himself on top of me, using his weight to push his dick deeper into me. It felt right for another man to be inside me, his raw cock scraping against my guts and dripping his pre-cum into me. In high school, I had been terrified of being gay. But now, in college, it was almost cool to be fucking another guy. However, this was different. It wasn't just about trends. It was about something permanent and eternal. It was about the ways two men could show their affection for one another. Not to mention showing off our erections. "I'm going to enjoy this fuck." With that, he relaxed on top of me. He was warm and heavy on top of me, enveloping and comforting me. I felt safe in his arms, and closed my eyes. I focused on the slow yet relentless thrusts of Jon's cock into my hole. I must have finally reached a point of cum-satiety that I although I wanted Jon to cum, I didn't need him to cum right that second. I could focus on the individual sensations of the fuck. The overall effect of Jon's fucking was calming. I found myself in a near-trance: not quite awake, not quite asleep, but entirely happy. Jon's arms were wrapped around me, his raw cock was deep inside me. He was dripping pre-cum into me, but I wasn't afraid. I was on drugs to protect me. He was on drugs that also protected me. The two of us were doing everything that we needed in order to defend ourselves. Together, we were safe. Nothing could hurt us. "I'm dripping inside of you, boy," Jon whispered in my ear. His voice was soft and gentle. "Dripping my poz cum inside of you." It didn't matter. The virus was defenseless against the chemical weapons we had deployed against it. Instead, it was just a matter of two men sharing the closeness that only bareback fucking could provide. "Give it to me," I murmured. It was late and I was sleepy from all the fucking over the course of the evening. It was a pleasant sleepiness, and I was sensitized to every breath and every heartbeat from Jon. I could even feel his dick throb in slow waves as more of his pre-cum dripped into me. "Give me your dick." "Give you my raw dick." "Drip your pre-cum into me," I mumbled. Something about how normal this all felt was affecting me. Although it was wonderfully normal and unremarkable, I was still in awe that Jon and JP, Cal and I had been so relaxed about sex. It was something fun, something we could share and enjoy. "I'm gonna fill you with my poz pre-cum," Jon continued. He whispered it in my ear, then gently sucked and nibbled on my ear lobe. It sent chills through my body. "Give me your pre-cum," I said. "And fill me with your jizz." "My poz jizz," Jon said. I had read stories about guys getting pozzed up. There was always a scene where the poz top would remind the bottom of the virus he carried. It had been so hot, but yet so dangerous. A quick fuck, a forgotten load, and my life would have been forever changed. But it didn't matter tonight. My body was protected and immune. "Fill me up. And fall asleep inside of me." "Of course, my boy," Jon said. He gave me a peck on the cheek, then rolled me over onto my side. He was lying behind me, spooned up with me, and his dick deep inside me. "Sleep," he said, as he wrapped a thick arm around me, pulling me in tight.

Part 21 - Jacob's Return "Morning sexy." Jake huddled closer to Marco before realising it was already 9am. Jake panicked as his brother would be there 10am. Marco was feeling horny and wanted his morning booty with Jake but he was already heading to shower and dress. Marco threw on some shorts and t-shirt, and told Jake to make sure he had something to drink and eat , he headed downstairs to the kitchen. On the other side of the suburb Jacob was sat drinking coffee as his dad appeared. "Morning, where did you go last night?" "Momring, I had dinner with Jake and I err... got offered a job." "What?" "I know." He regaled the events and how he was offered the job, the training and wages, his dad smiling and warning him not to fuck this opportunity up. He went on telling him he was meeting Jake at 10am and going shopping for some work clothes. His dad gave him some money as his mum appeared in the kitchen. She was overexcited at the news and happy that he and Jake were spending time together. He left to get the 9.45 bus figuring he would be there at just after 10am. Fabian and Marco were talking in the kitchen as Jake appeared, Marco handed him a bowl of fruit and yoghurt. Spencer and JP walked in announcing they smelt the coffee from next door. JP was dressed in his chauffeur uniform, Jake looked him over. "Are you working today JP?" "Of course, taking you and your bro shopping." "No, that's not necessary JP we can bus it." "Not on my watch Jake." "Fabian tell him he doesn't need to do this." "Sorry Jake it's all taken care of any anyway Alfredo is expecting you both." He knew it was no good pressing the point so he went over and gave him a kiss and hug. Spencer and JP were not happy, as they stood waiting. Realising they wanted a kiss and hug to he happily obliged. "Marco, when are you going to free Jake up for some fun?" "When ever Jake is happy to." All eyes were on Jake as he sat down and sipped his coffee eyeing each of them and smirking. Andre appeared saying Jacob was standing outside like last night. Fabian said he would go and get him. "Jacob, why are you standing outside, come on in." "I thought you might be annoyed at me for messing you around last night. "I told you, you are always welcome Jacob." As they entered the kitchen he was introduced properly to JP and also to Spencer. He clicked that this was the doctor of the hospital where granny had been moved to. Jake offered Jacob food and drink but he declined so they headed out with JP in front. "Is he coming with us?" "He is driving us to the store." Jacob was loving the ride in the limo but all too quickly they pulled up outside Harvey Nichols. "Jake I can't afford to shop here." "Don't worry it is taken care of Jacob, just trust me." Alfredo was standing at the entrance as JP had called ahead to say there were arriving. "Jake how lovely to see you again." "Hello Alfredo, this is my brother Jacob." "Jacob, I am Alfredo, I will make sure you get everything you need. Do you want to look around first or trust our judgement?" "I trust your judgement Alfredo." They entered the cool air of the department store as Alfredo escorted them to the discreet private lounge. Jacob was just taking everything in unsure of what was suppose to happen. They sat down in the oversized chairs, Jake told Alfredo that Jacob needed some modest casual work clothes. He nodded and sent off his two assistants to gather some clothes. Jacob took the glass of champagne and sipped it then put the glass down, he didn't care for it. The assistants reappeared with two racks of clothing, Jacob disappeared in the dressing room trying on the first shirt and trousers. He came out and stood in front of Jake and Alfredo. He told him what ever he liked to make sure the dressing assistant knew clearly. Every time he came out to show Jake and Alfredo who just nodded and smiled approvingly at his choices. By the end there was only one pair of trousers and two shirts he didn't like, the other rail contained 6 pairs of trousers and 25 shirts along with shoes, socks and underwear, he came out looking exhausted. "Do I choose my favourite ones now?" "No, everything on the rail you liked is yours." "What? that's way to much, I can't take them all." "No arguing Jacob." Jake reached in to his pocket and pulled his credit card out to give to Alfredo. He smiled then said it is all taken care of, he knew that meant Fabian was paying for this. Alfredo told Jake the clothes would be delivered later that day, he gave Alfredo a kiss on the cheek and Jacob shook his hand, he escorted them back through to the front of the store where JP was waiting. Several on lookers waiting to see who the limo was for as they both climbed in and settled down for the ride back. "Jake I really cannot take all those clothes." "Fabian will be upset if you don't. All you need to do is thank him Jacob, he is a very generous person." "Why did Fabian pay for them?" "He obviously likes you, you were great company last night." "God knows what mum and dad will say when see all my new clothes." They pulled up to the house and JP opened the passenger door as he told them he would see them shortly for lunch. Jacob still a bit cautious reluctantly agreed to stay for lunch. Walking towards the Orangery Andre came through and told Jake that Marco and Ben were in the gym and expecting him there. Andre eyed Jacob before asking. "Are you joining them for their workout?" "Nah, I ain't got anything to wear." "Come on, I have spare shorts and top, you are roughly my size." Andre grabbed Jacob's hand and started pulling him towards the stairs. He just gave up and followed on behind to his bedroom, Andre tossed him a pair of shorts and a top. Jacob nervously looked around before asking if he could change in the bathroom. Andre just waved a hand as a sat and watched him disappear. A few moments later he came out carrying his clothes, Andre realised Jacob's trainers were no good for the gym, he grabbed a pair from the closet and handed them to him. "You have great tattoos Jacob." "Thanks." "Ready?" "I think so." "Just leave your other clothes here. Come on lets go." As they got to the basement gym Marco and Ben had finished their workout. Marco was helping Jake on the weights, Andre got on the running machine, Ben just sat there drinking water and trying to avoid a repeat of last night. Jacob thought he would try weights as well, he walked over to where Ben was sitting. "Are you still annoyed at me for last night?" "I don't know Jacob, I tried to be nice to you as I want to be your friend but I think we would be to much for each other to handle." Jacob looked at the shirtless Ben in awe at his pretty heft muscle definition, he sat down next him. "Just give me time, I am not use to people being so nice with me. I do want to be your friend though." "Next time you get snappy with me you are going in the pool to cool down." "Deal. So can you help me?" "Help you with what?" "Weights, I am not sure what to do." "Have you done gym weights before?" "No, gym membership is a luxury I can't afford." "Okay, I think we start you off with 20 minutes today, then on the treadmill for 20." Ben smiled and stood up and walked over the weights, Jacob followed and watched him adjust the weights with ease. His brother was across the room on the other weight bench, he glanced over to him and Marco. Despite of the huffing and puffing he was doing his eyes never strayed from Marco's, he had never seen his brother look so happy and he supposed that is what love is really about. Jacob began slowly whilst Ben stood over him helping, his gaze was inadvertently on Ben's body. Several times Ben held his shoulders down telling him not to raise his body just use his arms, Ben loved looking at his tribal tattooed arms . The time passed quickly, Jacob was not unfit but the run on the treadmill did him in, he sat down catching his breath. Ben brought over some water for Jacob, he then turned away and bent over to pick up his trainers, doing so caused the band on his shorts to slip down. Jacob spotted the tattoo on his lower back. He caught Ben completely off guard. "I didn't know you had a tattoo, what does it mean?" "Oh, it is just symbolic. It is a family thing." "Family?" "Yes. I will let you rest for a bit then off to the pool for the your first swimming lesson." "I haven't got any swimming gear." "Andre won't mind you wearing the shorts in the pool." The first swimming lesson went pretty good, once he found the rhythm of the stroke he managed to do a couple of lengths. Jacob rested in the shallow end next to Ben, for once he didn't feel frustrated at his lack of swimming effort. He felt Ben's hand on his arm and turned to look at him. Ben was looking over his tattoos more closely as his hand went up and down his arm, Jacob was clearly relaxed and didn't mind, his eyes were fixed on Ben's face. Lunch came and went and Jacob gladly went back down to the pool with Ben and Andre, this time both of them swam with him urging him to take slow strong strokes in the water. All to quickly it was time for him to leave, he needed to get ready for his date with a girl who had been chasing him for a couple of weeks. Fabian and Jake walked him to the door, he spoke to Fabian. "Thank you for everything you have done, you didn't need to buy me clothes though, but I am grateful." "It is the least I can do Jacob. Plus you do seem to have a calming effect on Andre and Ben, that makes my life easier." With that he smiled and shook Fabian's hand and gave Jake a hug, he made sure Jacob knew where he had to go on Monday, he turned to walk down the driveway when Fabian called over to him. "Jacob, remember you are always welcome to come over and use the gym and pool any time you want to." Jacob smiled back and waved.

Just now , crusing site at pull in off country road. A couple of cars so I pulled in,saw a couple of guys , one on his knees giving an enthusiastic blow job so a straight looking guy ( on his way to wifie?) He cam in the bottom s mouth , and his pants were down , a dead giveaway that he wanted his ass played with at the very least. The top scarpered and I took his place and shoved my dick in to the bottoms mouth,i reached behind and felt his ass and said wouldn’t you rather be fucked rather than sucked ?,he stood up and bent over and I spat some on my fingers and lubed him up the old fashioned way. I stood behind and pushed in to him , he was a bit sore so I let him adjust before fucking him hard and long, came in him wiped my sick on his pants and headed back to my van.

3/3 PRIDE MONTH BB SEX PARTIES @CLUB120 IN TORONTO -> Pride Parade Sunday Edition Well, yesterday's monumental bb sex party capped off Pride month very fittingly. I got to rim a number of bubble butts (my favourite ass shape!) in different spots of Club120. Club120 is a private gay club on 2 floors. Four slings - 2 on each side. One sling downstairs off the main bar. Some private rooms for more 1-1 sex. FUCKWATER jugs for easy access, wetwipes galore, 2 washrooms for quick clean-ups. I was satisfied with the local younger guys who was kissing me, licking my nipples, fingering my ass, fucking my ass. He promised me one of his loads and he did. I took him into one of the small private room, turned down the lights. We started to kiss. He turned me around and drove his cock in. After about 5 mins., I could hear his breathing and grunting increase, and voila -- a good-sized load in my daddy ass. I'd love to meet his dick again for a re-fuck, for sure! My own 2-day load (I was @Steamworks Toronto for Pride Friday) got deposited into a younger bb visitor to Pride in Toronto. His ass muscles kinda coaxed out my load. I could feel the cum rising up my dick and into his ass. He cleaned my dick and thanked me for the load. He said that this big bb sex party would make up for the drought (or lack) of bb sex he's been getting lately. Oh yeah, before I forget, v. 2.0 of the fuckwall was finally installed and ready for use. It was on the small stage. Only 2 spots side-by-side were built in to the right side of the stage. Very sturdy construction with 2 stirrups for each. It was being used a lot by guys for anon bb sex. Let's hope this fuckwall is a permanent feature of upcoming parties. As I going to the washroom I met up with the DJ I got to seed a long while ago. He was spinning real good tunes yesterday. He looked at me and remembered the moment too. He apologized that he was very busy and wouldn't be in a position to be fucked. I said that there's always a next time. He smiled. Remember back, he was on my bucket list of fulfilled bb fantasies. Bare sex was happening in every corner of the club. Partners and small group were changing constantly. One guy I was talking to, "sensory overload" was his apt description. This big bb sex party was a fitting close to Pride month in Toronto.

Of course you'd be ignored ... and I just know you'd enjoy the feeling as my hot creamy milk floods through and fills your dark tunnel of lust. You'll want more ....

Pride SF BBC in my bedroom my legs are now wet after his cum bubbled out

Visited the local ABS yesterday afternoon. As usual, no one but the clerk was there, but paid and headed back to the peeps. About 10 minutes later, heard the door open and heavy boots walk in and up to the register, then again make their way to the peeps. I moved to the middle booth that has gh on both sides. The guy entered the booth on the left. Not 2 minutes later, pants were open and he was stroking a nice thick 7 inches. Motioned for him to slide through the gh. Sucked him hard for about 5 minutes, then he backed off. I stood up, backed my ass to the hole and then felt fingers then him lining up his cock to my hole. Popped the head in, and slid balls deep. He held almost motionless for a few seconds, flexing and making his cock pulse up my ass. Then he began pulling back then slamming hard into my tight ass. Pumped me deep for about 5 minutes, then growled and pushed deep and squirted his load up in me. He pulled out, zipped up and was gone quick. I assume he was a married oil company guy needing to drop a quick load. No complaints from me!

Chapter 2 - ( a bottle of red and I'm ready to write, please excuse the grammar) I messaged him back and asked him to come up. It seemed like ages as I waited skilling the rest of my scotch, it burned as it travelled down my throat, a shover ran through my body from the strong alcohol and the anticipation. A knock sounded at the door. Opening it, I found myself looking on heaven or maybe hell on earth. Tall, handsome, rough. He smelt good. I could never understand why guys liked stench. I like men who smelt like clean men. I could smell him but also the faint waft of Hugo Boss. His jeans hugged his waist and his black shirt opened slightly at the neck too show off his curly dark chest hair. His pictures didn't do him justice. This man was hot. He was the man of whom I had been dreaming. But then I noticed something that gave me pause. Behind my dream man stood a muscled black guy. Don't get me wrong - the black guy was also fucking hot, but I hadn't arranged for two guys. I was expecting only my breeder. The black stud was an unknown. "Hey mate, I'm Patrick or Seeder69. This is Carl. I was hanging out with him at the pub and thought your hole would enjoy his cock too. Mind if we come in?" he asked, taking my assent as an obvious forgone conclusion - which, in truth, it really was. I couldn't control myself. Stepping aside I ushered them in. "I'm sorry, guys, I know this flat isn't much. I got use of it from a mate. I do have some scotch, however. Do you want a drink?" "Why do you have some shots with us," suggested Carl, his voice deep and husky. It made me leak. "I think you are going to need to be loose if you plan to take both of us on." Following his suggestion I set up three shot glasses. We slammed them down and enjoy the warm glow of a good single malt. Patrick removed his shirt, showing off his muscles chest. His jeans were next. The corded muscles of his arms and legs clearly advertised someone who not only worked hard at the gym but had a physical job. His body was massive. There he stood, perfection, in his jockstrap. A massive bulge obscenely tenting the material and a wet patch marking the zenith of his organ. It pulse and did a little jerk as he looked at me, a smile on his face as he noted I was still wearing my boxers. We couldn't have been more different. My pale slim and hairless chest, and although I wasn't a slouch in the cock department and filled out my undies nicely, the truth was my cock simply didn't compare to the monster clearly contained within his briefs. I dropped to my knee and shuffled forward in front of him. "Can I suck you?" " Only after another shot. I like my boys messy." I leaned forward and smelled his crotch. Clean, manly but with that hint of sweat and musk. He grabbed my head and ruffled my hair as he pressed my face into his groin. "Oh baby, I'm going to break you tonight, you are going to walking well tomorrow." Did I want this, I could feel my cock leaking in my undies. He was everything I dreamed of, perhaps honestly more than I could actually handle. And then there was the fact that he was poz. And that was without even considering his mate Carl.

Last night had a guy off BBRT come over, he wanted me door unlocked, blindfolded ass up and lubed. I have done this kind of thing before without the blindfold, I definitely felt uneasy about it but he assured me that he had no intentions of hurting me or robbing me. He just wants to breed a hot ass and go. I took a deep breath and sent the message that told him to be here around 9pm with my address and apartment number. After getting ready I lubed myself up with some boy butter, got myself into the position, and waited, 9:02 I get a text from him that he is here. I hear him come into my apartment and make his way to the bedroom, I hear his belt buckle clink and the sounds of him getting undressed. I feel his hand run down my back to between my cheeks, I take a whiff of poppers as he slides inside me, my head starts spinning as he begins slow fucking me, he starts picking up the and grabs the top of my jockstrap and pulls it tight. I could feel damp front fabric squeezing up against my balls, I was leaking a lot of precum. I start to relax as he fucks me, kissing my back occasionally. He then pushes me forward and gets on top of me on the bed. I feel around for my bottle of poppers, he says "here they are boy" and puts the bottle in one of my wondering hands, I take another deep whiff and as Im screwing on the cap he takes the bottle out of ny hand and I hear him taking a hit of them. I start squeezing his cock with my cunt muscles as continued on pounding me, he definitely notices and says " oh thats a good boy, milk that cock Im getting close" He slows down and starts going balls deep long hard strokes in and out of my ass. "Yeah Im going to breed you boy" He starts groaning loudly as he is cumming balls deep, pushing into me so hard it caused me to yelp in pain. He pulls out and pushes it back in a few times he grabs my neck and tells me to clean it up, I let him maneuver me around to his cock, he forces it into my throat, my nostrils buried his pubes, I can smell the delicious light chlorine hint of his cum. He pulls out of my mouth, lightly slaps me on the ass a few times and says "that was fucking hot, let me know when we can do this again" I hear him getting dressed, leaving the room and eventually my apartment door closing. I immediately pull off my blindfold, make sure nothing is missing in my apartment and then to the bathroom to checkout my well used cunt. Showered back up and went to bed a happy boy. So I popped my blindfold cherry, definitely want to do this again

I sat at the small desk, looking through profiles on barebackrt while I drank my scotch. I had already cleaned out and was so horny to get fucked. It had been eight weeks. I had been so busy with work back home the best I had managed was a blow job. I was hard, horny and drunk, jacking off looking at all the hot guys in the local area and I knowing I needed a good hard fucking. I should never make choices when this drunk. The scotch had gone down far too easily tonight, and the warm water of my douche only served to turn me on more. Additionally to being horny beyond belief, four weeks earlier I had stopped taking PrEP. I honestly couldn't say I had a good reason beyond the reality that I hadn't been getting any action, so PrEP seemed kinda pointless. But at this point, sitting at that desk at the hotel, part of my brain asked had I made a mistake? I knew I wouldn't be satisfied if I got fucked by a top wearing a condom. Now, I needed the sensation of a load being blown in my ass. I needed to know I was being used as a cumdump. In my drunken state I decided I just needed find a neg top and leave it at that. That should be reasonably safe, and when I got home tomorrow I would jump straight back on the PrEP. I had already drunkenly given my mobile and address to a number of profiles on BBRT and Recon, mostly the kinda guys to whom I regularly jacked off: massively hung, rough, no holds barred. The sort of guy who wouldn't pause in his assault on my throat or ass even if I gagged or screamed. I guess the truth was I wanted to feel that searing pain as the guy tore my ring - just like my ex used to. There was nothing hotter then being held down under his older muscly body, to feel him cover my mouth and force his cock into me with just spit. He liked having a boyfriend some 20 years younger, a younger man he could control, a man he could use and rape. I think he got off on seeing my blood on the sheets in the morning. He paid for everything and in exchange he used me hard. However when I reached my 20th birthday he made it clear: I was too old for him, and he had found a new, younger model. Now at 21 I needed another daddy - but I had to be sensible. But did I? My logical brain was at war with my drunken horny brain. My phone went off. He hadn't responded to my message. He had just come over. Shit. I quickly looked-up his profile. Fuck. Everything I wanted but which I shouldn't have. He had a good nine inch thick, beer can thick cock - assuming his photographs did his cock justice. He was 6'3" to my 5'7", and he had 30kg on me. He was a monster of a man. And the big metal PA on the end of his poz cock was unlikely to do my ass lining any favours. My sober self said to ignore him and hope he went away, but I couldn't. He was much, much more than I had ever dreamed I'd get to play with. Chapter 2 coming soon. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- P.S I'm in sydney for real in July if there are any poz tops wanting to help give me some more inspiration.

.This is my fantasy journey into bug chasing and eventually being a poz cumdump. Message me if you like what you read and want to talk more... I've been locked in chastity for the past 6 months, the only relief I have is from getting fucked and from the e-stim or fuck-machine sessions I have every Sunday. Every Sunday I'm tied up to a stretcher bar, ass-up face-down, and spend 1 hour exactly either hooked to an e-stim butt plug or a fuck machine with a 10" dildo. No matter if I cum or not, I only get that hour every week. That, or someone's hard cock fucking me. My friend that's got me locked up likes to pimp me out at the bathhouse. He takes me and parades me around with nothing by my tiny male chastity on, eventually winding up in the darkroom, where he puts me in the sling and rounds up guys to fuck me. When he feels that I'm done, he pushes me onto the ground and tells me to lick up all the cum under the sling since a real man's cum should never go to waste. My pozzing party is going to be intense and I'm scared. It's going to be a no loads refused party. He says he's going to create a Craigslist ad, and round up anyone he can find to dump in me, that by the time we're done, there won't be a pair of blue balls in town or room for another drop of cum in my hole. After every fuck, I'm to clean the cock with my mouth and worship it while thanking the man for bothering to give a cumdump like me his load. Sometimes the guys will piss in my pussy after they cum in it. When that happens, it'll be my job to push out the cum and piss inside me at the time into a dog bowl and drink it in front of everyone. After the party, I imagine playing with my bruised and cummy hole, still without relief due to my chastity device.

Wednesday/Thursday of next week (June 27/28), I'm planning on taking all loads in and around Palm Springs. Get back from San Francisco Pride late Tuesday. Let's see if the local boys/visitors can keep my hole open and filled with spooge...

I was back in Amsterdam last week. My company put me up in a different hotel, in a different part of town. The hotel elevator security card reader was not working, meaning that anyone could come up the lift without a room keycard. So, I decided to use the occasion to host a breed and seed party in my room. I listed my info on doublelist.com, bbrt and crusised Grindr, Growlr, Scruff and Planet Romeo for guys nearby. I spent about 2 hours setting up a list of guys that said they wanted to come to my hotel room. I told them all the door would be unlocked. The lights would be low. I'd be ass up, face down at the edge of the bed. All guys just come into the room. Feed me your cocks. Pound out a load and leave. Of the 14 guys that said they'd come, I ended up with 8 guys actually showing up and depositing a load into my ass. The first guy showed up just as I was drying off from the shower. He was a 35 year old businessman that worked in an office nearby. He was quick. I blew his cock for a few minutes to get him hard. Then I knelt on the edge of the bed as he slid up into me. He only pounded my ass for a couple of minutes, before he shot his load into me. He pulled up his pants and was out the door, all in under 5 minutes. Just as he was leaving, a guy that was also staying at the same hotel came in. He told me to get on my knees. He fed me his cock to suck. I sucked his cock, then his balls, then he knelt on the edge of the bed and I ate his ass. After about 5 minutes of oral worship, he told me to kneel on the bed, he stood behind me and slid his 6" uncut French dick into me. He slammed into me hard and deep for about 15 minutes. Just as he was pumping the last of his load into me, I heard the door open and close. Another guy had come into the room. As the French guy was dressing, a tall, 6'4", slender, Dutch guy in his late 20's began to undress. He came up behind me and fingered my cum filled asshole, then fed me his cummy finger to lick. Then he quickly slammed his 7.5" uncut Dutch dick up into me and pounded me hard for about 10 minutes before he shot his load into me. After he left, I was alone for about 20 minutes. Then the door opened again and two heavy set guys in their early 50's came into the room. They were also guests at the same hotel and had seen my post on Growlr. I was sitting at the desk, on my laptop, trying to find more dick. But I quickly dropped to my knees and the first guy stepped up and fed me his cock. It was about a 5" beer can thick cock, with low hanging balls. I got him hard. He stripped as I climbed up on the bed. As he slid up into me, his friend stripped and walked over to the edge of the bed. I scooted over so I could suck on his cock as his buddy continued to fuck me. The first guy fucked me for only about 5 minutes, then they switched positions. The second guy was a fast cummer. He had put his load into me in less than 4 minutes. He came, then pulled out and went into the bathroom to clean off his cock as the first guy slid back into me. He fucked me for another 6 or 7 minutes before he let out a loud groan and filled my ass with his load. After these guys left, another 10 or 15 minutes went by with no one in the room. But soon there was a 6' tall, muscular, gruff looking German dude that came into my room. "Are you the fag taking dick?" he asked. I said nothing but dropped to my knees. He walked over to me and opened his pants. He had a long, slender, 8", uncut cock hanging between his legs. I took it into my mouth. It took him awhile to get hard. As I was sucking him hard, he began to piss into my mouth. I've taken piss, but it's not really my "Thing". But, he was so masculine, buff and good looking, that I let him do it. It wasn't a lot of piss, but it tasted sweet and I actually liked it as I swallow his hot piss down my throat. This must of turned him on, because he now became rock hard and his cock grew to full length in my mouth. "Eat my ass, fag." he said as he stripped off his pants and got on the bed. I climbed behind him and began to lick and eat his smooth hole. I reached under him and stroked his cock as my tongue fucked his tight hole. I ate him for at least 15 minutes. He was pushing his asshole out so my tongue could get deep up into his hole. Then he climbed off the bed as I climbed onto it. With my ass in the air, he slapped my ass a few times then slid his cock up into me, balls deep, in one quick thrust. He grabbed me hard around the waist as he slammed in and out of me. "You do ass to mouth, queer?" he asked. "Yes" I said as he pulled this cock from my ass and I spun around to suck his cock some more. He finally went back to fucking me. About 10 more minutes of hard fucking, it finally resulted in him shooting his load into me. As he was dressing and leaving, another Dutch guy in his early 50's walked in, stripped and immediately began to fuck me. When the German guy opened the door to leave, another guy in his 30's came in and stripped. The Dutch guy came in me, dressed and left as the next guy took his place in my ass. This guy fucked for another 10 - 15 minutes before coming. Once he had filled my ass, dressed and left, I was again alone for 15 - 20 minutes. Just as I was opening the door to my room to remove the duct tape off the locks, a tall, thin, black guy in his mid 20's walked up to my door. I just smiled at him and held the door open for him to come into my room. He immediately stripped. He had a huge bbc hanging between his legs. I walked to him, dropped to my knees and sucked him hard. Once he was hard, he had to have had at least 10"s. Thick and uncut. Once he was fully hard, I climbed on the bed and he slammed deep up inside me. He'd fuck me hard and deep for awhile, then he'd slow down and edge himself. He fucked me like this for over 40 minutes before he asked if I wanted him to cum? I told him, "Yes", and he began to slam hard, fast and deep into me again. Soon, he was moaning and thrust hard into me and held it there, balls deep in me, as he filled my ass with the evening's final load. By now, my knees and thighs were tired. When he left, I locked the door behind him and snuggled in for a contented sleep as cum dripped from my ass all night.

We worked in a pizza shop together. I was a manager, he was a delivery driver. We often closed the store together. I was 18, he was 27. Wally was always hitting on me, making suggestive comments, complementing my tight ass, muscular legs, the things he'd love to do to me. I blew them off, I had lots of girlfriends, I was a handsome athlete in high school. But that year I began to get drunk after work a lot. My friends were away at school. I started going to top less bars with the older guys from work. I'd get drunk and worked up. Id get home and jerk off 4 or 5 times before I could go to sleep. One night, Wally was my ride home. He said he was hungry, could we go back to the shop to get a bite? I had keys, we could, we did. When we went to the kitchen he told me all that dancing made me horny how bout you? Yes, I said. Wally said I could easily be a dancer. I was flattered, and drunk, and horny. He said, here, get up on this table, dance for me. He turned on the radio. I began to dance. Your so hot he said. I'll bet you'd look good in a thong. I said, pulling my shorts down, how bout these? I was wearing my Jim Palmer underwear and my cock was straining against the fabric. Wally reached up and began rubbing my bulge. Yeah! He said. SO SEXYBABY. He took out some money and said, yeah baby dance for me. Dance for uncle wally. He rubbed my cock through my bikini briefs, he caressed my ass. As I turned around he stuffed money in my briefs...His fingers brushed my cock. My eyes rolled into my head, I came hard. Wally pulled his fingers out and liked them clean. Mmmmmm he said, so sweet, so tasty. Sit down a minute, let me clean you up. Wally pulled my briefs down as my soaked cock sprang up and smacked my body. He handed me my briefs and told me to clean them off and rubbed them on my lips. He lowered his head th o my cock and sucked me deep. His tongue cleaned me off as his hands slid under my shirt and tweaked my nipples. I moaned and moaned. I came in his mouth again. Wally then kissed me, he shared my cum with me as we kissed. We made out hungrily. I'd never been SO HORNY. He said, come down here, and pulled me to the floor. His shorts were off. I saw his cock for the first time. The light coming in from the skylight in the kitchen illuminated his cock in the light of the night. HE pulled me on top of him and he began tongue in my ass and stroking me. As I lay there moaning on top of him, I began to need his cock. It was so big, and black and shiny. I began to stoke it and lick the head. Wally tongued me deep. He said, yeah baby, enjoy my big black cock....I moaned, I licked, I slobber ed up and down it. I loved the velvety feel, the taste of his precum, the smell of his cock and sweaty balls. I was in heaven. I gagged myself on that big black cock. I jacked it as hard as I could. My ass felt so good with his tongue and fingers going in and out. I came again in a shudder and moaning around his cock. He took my sperms and fingered me with it. And then he rolled away from me and got on his knees. I faced him and we made out. HE pinched my nipples and I stroked him. He told me to ride him and laid down. In a trance I lowered myself over him. His hands pinching my nipples, he encouraged me to go slow, breathe and push myself down when I was ready. I rubbed back and forth on his head until it slipped in, I gasped sharply and Wally grabbed my hips. I closed my eyes and moaned loudly as Wally forced me all the way down on his big black cock. I moaned and groaned and sat there. What a sensation, Wally caressed my cock and I shot cum all over his chest. He moaned. Yeah baby, your my little hot white boy now. He scooped ip my cum and fed it to me. You love that taste don't you baby? Mmmmmmm yes Wally. He pinched my nipples and said, fuck me faggot! Make me cum with that hot white ass! I began to go up and down, he spanked me, I picked up speed. I bounced, he said things to me that turned me on. He yelled as he came and smashed me down on his cock and held me there. I could feel his big black dick pulsing inside of me. He asked me if I was ok after awhile. Yes I said as his cock flopped out of my hole. Wally told me I was his now. He drove me home, I blew him in the driveway as he fingered my cum filled ass. I drank his load and kissed him goodnight. I woke up sore and sticky but felt so good. I called Wally for a ride to work after I cleaned up....

I have done it several times - either they do it or leave it - love to hear from others ! I usually getting them drinking - having fun - j.o. session and do more later on !

Got my last load about a half hour ago.. whenever I’m in a dry spell I just go to the local ABS. Usually I’ll ceuise the theater which I did at first but just 3 guys in there all jerking off. Thought I would try my luck in a booth (Florida booths (Pbc) all wide open some law any way sat down in a double booth and this Latin dude slid in the other one and unzipped . I waited a min until he jerked it hard and then looked at him for his approval.. he gave me the ok and waved his cock at me. I slumped over like the submissive bitch I am and sucked his nice thick cock. He reached around fingering my ass through my underware and I jacked my shorts down enough to expose my hairy ass. He let out a grown and came in my mouth holding my head until every drop went down my greedy throat. I looked up and saw a black dude waiting and automatically thought about the blog I posted in last night about multiple loads lol.. why not? Took that black cock in my mouth and throated it, thought for a min here’s my chance to take that ass load I’ve been dreaming about. Turned around and presented my ass but he said no thanks just suck it. Fucked my face good for about 5 min then told me to turn around. He didn’t stick it in but pressed it against my hole and squirted all over it.. I left with it dripping all over my ass in my underware. So guess I came as close as ever to being bred.

For me there is always a connection - when a cock is plugged into my butt. That is the only connection I care about. Probably why I don't even care if I don't see the top who is fucking me or know their names etc - I just want their cock and seed in me.

It will soon be a year since I got pozzed. I'd been on grindr and other sights looking for someone to convert me. I was about to give up. Just before deleting grindr I gave it one more try. I saw a picture of a black guy in Atlanta. His bio said that he was poz looking for chasers. I sent him a message telling him that I wanted to get pozzed. His response was that I was to far away. I sent him a message back that I would come to Atlanta to meet him. A few days later I was there. I called the number he gave me. I told him that I was at the motel he told me to stay at. We met an hour later. He was really hot, I started to undress him his muscular pecs and abs got me hard and dripping pre. We began to kiss and felt his crotch. I could feel the bulge of his huge dick and followed it down his leg. I began to kiss and lick his neck moving down to his pecs and sucking his nipples. I felt his dick begin to get hard. I got to my knees and kissed his dick through his shorts. Slowly pulling them down. I licked the thickening black dick as I lowered his shorts he wasn't wearing anything under them . I finally got to the head of his uncut dick, it had a big bead of precum on it and I licked it off. I savored the sweet taste. I began to stroke his dick and lick the precum as he dripped more. His pleasent musk filled my nose making me want to begin to suck his monster dick.

I wonder if you can fuck a top who passed out? Suck his dick and climb up on his cock bare and ride it

Damn this story is HOT. Please give us more !

I've been hesitant to add my cute little stories on here as the 'score' counts of others (on here) are typically so much higher. I'm fascinated by the veteran players in the bareback underground, shameless sluts whom I am trying to emulate! Relative novices like myself read the 'last load' stories and I wonder: "You did HOW many guys?" "Is he for real?" How? Where? Well I'm not in New York and even my hot friend Gary in LA has a hard time rounding up action (guys who don't flake) when I visit him. So how do you get TEN LOADS, in ONE DAY? With craigslist gone, one of the best tools (I never tried) is apparently gone. But I want all that and more: total PROMISCUOUS SEX, anon and lewd, all about THE SCORES! But let me share my last load story for the newbies among us... (no love, no romance, don't worry, just RAW SEX)!!!! HARDCORE sex veterans, please skip reading and don't give me negative marks for not embellishing with missing raunchiness and OKAY YES I HAVE FUCKED 29 guys since April, lol As the 50-shades of grey go, my slut uniform looks virtually snow-white (no source of pride, I promise you) A late poz-convert from being a negative serial monogamist top (mostly). I have now willfully embraced the new reality and turned into a pragmatic poz slut, terms settled in a prenuptial with my much younger poz husband. He converted me, unknowingly! Well, my number was up! Anyway, we both gave each other LICENCE TO SCORE: condition - ALWAYS BAREBACK, NO PULLING OUT! BUT... If a fool should get 'clingy' (romantic) he gets THE AXE for future play, banished from the court, red card, stone-cold! Well, maybe my popped cherry is at least OFF-WHITE, at least in comparison to my new sex sports-idols on here (those who I trust and talk to in private). I'm amazed and eager to meet some of them in Atlanta and whore my hubby out. Well anyway! I think there were plenty of hints given when I could have JOINED THE BB-SPORTS-TEAM YEARS AGO at the assorted pool-parties. Events sponsored by guys where I knew this BF and that guy is poz... but what does it mean? Are all of them guys poz? Do they ALL bb? Do they care? Should I care? Is it all DON'T ASK, DON'T TELL? There were hungry looks from strangers when my BF (at the time) and I left early. "Hey you guys wanna stay? You guys wanna play?" I don't recall if there was ever a verbal invitation but I always backed out. For all I know, my (ex) BF went back at some point. I wasn't ready then! But this site has given me more NERVE and BALLS to do what in my wildest dreams I never thought I was capable of. Specifically BOTTOMING RAW for the sake of it! NSA! Chase for cock and cum like a stealthy hunter, always on the prowl, looking for clues and 'code in the language'... of WHO IS GAME! I'm now SYSTEMATICALLY trying to hunt down some of the extra lewd players I recall meeting in the past. Like this guy Pete or whatever, who flashed me his GORGEOUS COCK every chance he got, enticing me! I didn't bite! Him and a few others I used to think were TOO HOT TO HANDLE! Like I want to make up for lost time! I'm making progress. As you all know, GRINDR is pathetic mine-field of wanna-be prima-donnas proudly declaring their DDF and last certification dates and 'safe-and-sane' whatever. Few openly express their preference for BB and even fewer admit to being in the POZ-TRIBE. Yes that's what it says 'what are your TRIBES'. Several of those who WERE or ARE openly poz are getting flak from the negative cruisers, NASTY messages, very hostile! "Why are you even on here, spreading your disease?" that sort of thing.... But then there is the 'GREY-ZONE' plenty of those who go bare despite the posted 'condoms-only' affiliation... I tried it last week, at a sex-party. Saw the dude's profile on grindr 50 feet away and read the details. 'SAFE SEX ONLY'. Well let's see what that means! I backed my prelubed ass on his raging hard-on and it slipped right in!. No rubbers, no formalities, no questions! And stone-cold sober too! Then yesterday, FINALLY, I hooked up with one of those dudes (now hunting on grindr) one of those hotties I used to see at the presumed BAREBACK POZ POOL-PARTIES. One of those hungry faces in the pack of hunks with packed crotches whom I deemed TOO HOT to handle. Now, freshly poz-converted, I'm on a 'seek-and-destroy-my-ass' mission to take all the big, poz cocks I can scare up. ANY cock really, poz-preferred but my inhibitions have faded away. I saw he was on grindr (before when we talked we were both typically doing something like WORK) Well, the time was right: Saturday afternoon. Me: "ARE YOU FREE?" Him: "YES!" Me: "WANNA FUCK?" Him: "HELL YES!" No status questions asked, no talk of rubbers. In our early 'talks' he admitted I ALWAYS WANTED TO FUCK YOU when you came to Scott's house' (ten years ago). That was good enough for me! I gave the address, 30 minutes, he walks in! Straight to bed-room: big crotch straining in his denims as usual, fat cock flops out, semi-hard. straight to action, now fully hard, despite the big size. Typically there is more ass-licking and all but I wanted, CRAVED that sketchy cock in me. I even used some lube, let him lay back on the bed. I impaled myself balls-deep to the point it hurt BUT I didn't flinch... I rode him slow, I rode him hard. That cock hit the back-wall and the prostrate and it was hungry for this dude I had lusted for YEARS AGO but wasn't ready to respond to. Now he was INSIDE ME, bareback, no questions asked, no talk of rubbers, just riding raw... He held out for a long time, rock-hard and full eye-contact. I can do that! Anon and all that is cool too but he always wanted to fuck me... I felt that cock shoot cool gobs of jizz, pulsing and throbbing. Fucking A! No idea if he is poz or not! New protocol! Maybe he will tell me in passing some day. But while his dick was in me we discussed 'getting the old crew together' and visit Scot in Nashville. They always PLAY HARD there I'm told! This time I'm game! Bring my man and throw him into the pack of hungry wolves... When I finally 'dismounted' his semi-hard cock flopped out like a rubbery dildo but my man-snatch clammed up to hold onto the prized semen. I saw him to the door in a most sportsman-like manner, to make sure no 'romantic ideas' were sprouting in his head! I held onto that cum like a proud member of the 'bb-poz-tribe', one so 'secret' not even recognized by prudish grindr. I went right back to the open apps. Had a few messages. Hungry for more cock. It's like opening a bag of potato-chips... and 'sloppy seconds' are a hot commodity... bam! Scored another, the JUST GOT BRED clinched the deal! Dude came right over, ate my ass like a champ, tasting jizz of what he must presume to be a total stranger. He slipped his tool in with no resistance, despite the fact his cock was thick. My slut-hole had been properly rutted. CUM-LUBED! And dude came in like two minutes, as I told him HOW I rode the other guy: "like thief who robbed the bank!" He bucked and rutted, and that load was over the top... in the ass that is... but it was actually running down my leg as he was on his way out the door after completing his insemination! Never asked him for his name, but if he did I may have forgotten... I expect both to become part of my 'repeat player' team... maybe at the same time!

Broad and Brandywine!

If in at a sex party, gangbang, etc. And I have fuck me written on me, that's an open invitation for you to dump one in me if I'm passed out. All I ever ask is if you film it, send me a copy haha!

Last night. I met with a regular that had a nice 7 inch dick. He took me to a local park and we found a nice spot out of sight. He had me strip and we spent almost 2 hours playing. When we where finished, he kept my underwear. I had a blast riding home with his load seeping out of me and into my jeans.

I'll take a loose hole over tight ANY fucking day - especially if I walk in and it's already loose/sloppy from someone before, or I reach around for the ass and it's already wet!!!!

This was several years ago. I was in a mood, very crabby but also horny and dead set on doing something about it. I found an old faded white wife beater and wrote CUM DUMP on it in black sharpie on the front and back. I put it on and then covered it up with a green plaid button up. A pair of shorts, slip on shoes and a brass cock ring completed my ensemble. I grabbed my to go sex kit (lube and poppers) and headed for my favorite cruising park. The parking lot was mostly full so my mood brightened considerably. Lubing up in the truck, in the lot, was not easy but I managed without attracting any unwanted attention. I headed out on a mission to get as much seed as I could manage. When I got deeper into the park, past the kiddees with frisbees and the moms with picnic baskets (I'm looking for horny dads) I ditched the plaid shirt under a bush (remember that bush I love that shirt). I was deep in no mans land and not seeing a soul. Where the hell are all the cruising tops? From behind me I hear, "Well cum dump lets see that ass." Instinctively I drop my shorts and bend over. He was a lot closer than I would have imagined. Where the hell did he come from? Instantly he was feeling up my ass and then his cock was knocking at my back door. I took a deep breath and back up on his meat. We both groaned and all my crabbiness drained away. He was banging away when we heard footsteps and cracking twigs. I started to turn my head to look in the direction the noise was coming from but the guy in my ass grabbed my hair and kept me from looking. "Oh no cum dump, eyes down. Your job is to work my cock with your faggot hole." Or something like that. This was a long time ago but I still remember the gist of the things he said. The new guy asked about my cocksucking skills and Topman (I'll call the aggressive guy in my ass Topman) says he has no idea so take him for a test drive. Two seconds later I have my mouth full of black cock. Both men are take no prisoners kind of fuckers. At least the cock in my mouth wasn't so big I could not handle it, maybe 5 1/2, no more than 6 inches. A nice chunk of meat to work on without making me gag. He liked to face fuck but I can hold my breath like a pearl diver so no problem there. The black guy was talking a lot of shit, encouraging Topman to breed my hole but that was not going to work for him. "No man I want to see this cunt knocked up with a bunch of loads before I get off in there. I want his pussy hot and wet." I hate it when guys refer to my asshole as a pussy. I am a man. There ain't no pussy to knock up on this dude, but whatever. He's the top. I guess I prefer the vocal guys to the silent type. "Here," he says stepping back and offering up my ass, "take over for me and I'll go round up dome more donors." Topman heads out into the bush on his cock safari and the black guy rams his cock into my greedy hole. I am all warmed up by now and take him easily. He is a hard fucker, doesn't slow one bit which only means he's not going to last long. Sure enough by the time Topman gets back, which is surprisingly fast, he is about to blow. Again I try to look in the direction the men are coming from but black guy takes a cue from Topman and orders eyes down. Jeez, what is this Nazi eyes down bullshit? "This bitch is awful curious," not sure who said that but the answer came from one of the new guys. "I can fix that." And someone tied a handkerchief over my eyes. My day just got more interesting as well as cummier since the black loose with his nut as deep in my hole as he could get. Topman loved that and complimented him on a job well done. Black guy moved back to my mouth for clean-up and someone else moved into my ass to have a go. Topman pointed out that my mouth was unoccupied so that sad situation was soon remedied. Again I was being spit roasted and loving it. I think at this point Topman went off again to procure some more eager breeders. He succeeded and how. At this point I had trouble making out individual voices, plus I was being distracted by someone tying my hands behind my back with what I was later to discover was a sock. It sounded like there was a helluva lot of guys waiting to take a turn on the cum dump merry-go-round. Now I am no gang bang virgin, I mean I do ascribe to be the town bicycle but even an experienced cum dump such as myself has limits. I was getting worried that I had bitten off more than I could chew and how was I going to get out of it. They had me tied and blind folded. Whoever tied that knot must have been a boyscout and a sailor because it was not budging. I tried working at it but got cuffed by Topman every time. "Leave it alone pussy boy, you have a lot cock to take care of and we are not leaving until you have drained every drop of cum out of our hairy sacks." He was fucking me again at this point. He yanked my head back by my hair pulling my ear next to his mouth. "Just do what your told and you'll get through this fine, you'll get exactly what you came for." With that he pushed my head down into someone's crotch and I obediently opened up for more cock. I have to admit I was totally turned on and whether I could handle it or not I was going to see this through. From here things got to be a bit of a blur as it was cock after cock and I was getting a little shaky on my legs. Then donkey daddy shows up and tries to climb into my hole or at least that was what it felt like since his endowment was enormous. I tried hard to stand still and take it but he was not gentle. "Jesus Christ!, can't you hold this whiny cunt still," he complained. Whiny cunt? My mouth was full of cock. I never said a word. My ass however was hopping around all over the place trying to evade his penis invasion. I heard, "Here give Mary some of this," and a bottle of poppers was put under my nose. Someone must have rifled through my shorts. Thank god I left my wallet in the truck and the keys on a tire. I inhaled from that little bottle of paradise like it was full of salvation, which it was. Jungle Juice was going to save me from Donkey Daddy and leave me in nirvana. Actually I snorted so much I blacked out for a moment but there were plenty of guys around me to keep my from falling. When I came to the big guys was balls deep. I felt no pain only the joy of being completely filled and surrounded by horny, sweaty men. From this point on I really can't say what happened exactly. I mean I know I got royally fucked but by whom and how many whose to say. They kept that bottle of poppers close and ordered me to inhale often. Topman stayed close and I think was the one doling out the amyl. I assume he eventually bred my ass. How could he not after running the whole show. Things started to slow down but I was still getting fucked. I was ordered to inhale and keep inhaling until told to stop. I took two huge hits and stopped and was promptly rewarded with several smacks on my ass and head. "Keep going bitch." I kept inhaling and inhaling and then I passed out. I was out long enough for everybody to get lost. I was alone when I came to, buck naked and covered in cum. I wiggled around only to discover my hands were still tied behind my back. Lucky for me someone or several someone's had pissed on me. My hair was drenched and so was the sock tied around my wrists making it easier to eventually wriggle out of. It took me a while but to my relief I found my shorts wadded up under a bunch of dead weeds not too far away. My cum dump shirt however had been taken for a souvenir. I proudly walked out of those woods with a huge smile on my face. When I got to my truck I noticed two guys at a car several spaces a way. They were looking my way laughing and buddy punching each other on the shoulders. I gave them a wave and thumbs up which made them laugh even harder. Pretty sure they either fucked me or pissed on me. By the way I did find my favorite plaid shirt before I left.

Yesterday two regular buddies of mine were hooking up together for the first time. I knew of their plans, but hadn't been invited to join them. Only one of the guys knew about the mutual connection, and it was killing me not to be in on the action. Anytime someone I know is going to have sex, I automatically find myself jealous and also I need to have sex myself. Usually I can get it to happen. It was late afternoon, and I was still at work when I knew the fuck was gonna happen. I had to work till 6:00. In addition I had dinner plans for a friend's birthday at 7:30, so at best I had a sort of short window of opportunity, but figured I'd hop on Grindr at work at 5:45 and see if I could find a hot bottom or cocksucker to take my load and relieve a little jealousy It was a long shot I'd find someone in that short window, but I logged in and hit the jackpot!! The sexiest 29 year old total bottom slut I had talked to a few weeks ago was 464 feet away, across the street at the sleaziest motel in Atlanta. I hit him up asking if he was looking. I already knew, of course, he was a bareback slut and figured he was over there taking loads, and I'd get sloppy seconds, which I love! He replied he was over there, but did not have a room and not been fucked. I guessed he was over there for drugs ), which were really only two reasons anyone would be at that motel. lol I told him of my short window and I was just looking for a sleazy bottom to drop a quick load. He told me he was my guy, asking where could we go since I was at work. We couldn't go to his apartment (which was close by) cause his bf was home (predictable lol), but we could go up on apt roof. I've worked at the same company over 20 years and never once had sex at work - but there's a first for everything. I told him if he'd hang around until just after 6:00, I'd be off work, everyone would be leaving, and we could fuck in the back warehouse. He was game. And of course I was also! So after I was sure everyone was gone, I told him to come over. He walked up and looked exactly like his hot fucking pics, except a little more "weathered." Lean and muscled like a high school athlete, gorgeous lean face, and completely tatted up torso, back and arms. He was super friendly, came in and followed me back to the warehouse. I was in my dress clothing, he was dressed more like a hustler, and was wearing a thick silver chain necklace. We arrived at the warehouse, and before I even started unbuckling my belt, he was on his knees ready to suck my cock, which was already on it's way. He was so fucking hungry he had it in his mouth and throat before I even had my underwear open all the way. He took his shirt off and I did the same. His body was ripped, covered in tatts, and huge eraser nips, which are my weakness. His face was so hot, and his experienced throat had me getting too close too fast. I had to pulled out of his mouth a couple times. I'm usually happy to get a ball draining blow job, but we were both there to fuck and knew it. So after I kept getting too close, I told him to show me his ass. He pulled his jeans down and bent over up against some boxes. His small 100% smooth bubble ass was perfection, and as it turned out, his cock was also shaved, so his body was 100% smooth and tight. I didn't have any idea if he was actually prepared to get fucked, but that perfect ass was too good to pass up, and I dove in face first, digging DEEP with my tongue. Seriously doubt the whore is that perfectly clean naturally - pretty sure he was out on the prowl with the bf at home actively seeking loads. Luckily I was 464 feet away I was carrying some lube in my pocket (I always have lube and a cockring in my backpack), but as I started to reach for it, I changed my mind and suggested "I don't think we need any lube." He agreed, none was needed. I could tell from eating his hole he would open right up. So I told him to suck my cock one more time. He got me too close again so I told him to bend over again and I dove in and totally sucked his hole out and slobbered my spit in it, stood up and went balls-deep in one motion. I could tell he really wasn't pre-fucked, but damn, he just opened right up. There was no resistance! I knew I wasn't gonna last real long, and he was making no move to jack his cock or get off himself, so I just decided to use him and cum whenever it felt the best to me. I pulled out a few times to make it last a little longer, and then one deep thrust all the way back in. I couldn't help but moan loudly and like to let the bottom know I was cumming just in case he wanted to get off. But instead, he just took that load and no sooner had I withdrawn than he pulled-up his jeans. My load was deep in his hole and he was clean as a whistle, and all we used was spit for lube, so we were both totally clean. So with our pants up, and shirts back on, we made some small talk about how close he lives and how hot and sleazy it was fucking in the warehouse. I fucking love it when the hottest guys in town also turn out to be the biggest whores. I have a feeling I'll be having more quickies with him, probably while his bf is at work. He lives very close to my work and apparently craves loads on a regular basis, so he usually is walking around, cleaned out, and ready to be bred. This guy is a 10! He looks like he could have been a hustler, but he's giving it away for free, lol. It was a perfect quickie and seriously lessened my jealousy. In fact I texted one of the two buds with pics of the slut and described what I just done, making him jealous, lol . Oh yeah, I made it on time to my friend's dinner.

Mr. Peeps yesterday. I was deep-throating a cock through the glory hole, but I'd left my door unlocked. I heard it open, and it stayed open for about ten seconds or so, then he stepped inside and closed the door. I never looked back, but I heard the clink of his belt buckle, then his fingers rubbing my hole, and with a bit of wiggling he adjusted my position and started fucking me while I was working for the load in front of me. They came within a couple of minutes of each other, and I never saw either of them beyond the cock in my face.

It was the dead of winter. After weeks of bone numbing cold, I was really looking forward to blackout night at the baths. Lots of guys cruising, posing, teasing...but nowhere near enough fucking. What a joke. I got naked, greased my fuckhole, grabbed my towel and poppers; then headed to the public sling hoping there would be one real man among this flock of pathetic sheep. Empty as usual. I climbed up and waited. After awhile, the lurkers and the gropers would feel me up and move on. Pointless. Fucking pointless. I was up in that sling for roughly an hour and not one real FUCKER showed up to claim my hole. As I was about to climb out, a gaunt shadow appeared at the door...even in the darkness I could see he was tall, bearded, lean, with a long pale snake swinging freely between his legs. As he strode up to me, I could see his sunken eyes, his prominent cheekbones, his beautiful wasting. In that moment, I knew my life would change forever. He stood over me, framed between my wide open legs. His head cocked to one side as his cold hands took in my body...sending a chill through me. He extended his boney fingers towards my pussy...entering my mancunt, first one, then a second, and a third. His ragged fingernails scratching and scraping. A small twisted smile took residence in the thicket of his beard. My dick stiffened and started leaking, I moaned with desire. His dead black eyes drilling into my mind. I was his, and we both knew it. By now, his deathbone had stiffened into a weapon. Without a word spoken, he guided his whitesnake to my mawing cunt, I felt his plum sized cockhead push past my hole, followed by his long pale shaft. He slid into me...to the root...a cold fire shot through me. It was only then that he spoke...a gravelly, breathy whisper came from him; “Now I am be-cum death...destroyer of souls...” And with that did he start his fuck. Slow. Steady. Rhythmic. I poppered up and I was gone. Our eyes locked together, my mind shut down. This was my moment of truth. I was face to face with my destiny. My further. My end. Slow. Steady. Rhythmic...on and on...like an endless tide. Unrelenting. Unyielding. Utterly unstoppable. I was resigned to my fate...no, I welcomed it...I longed for the cold embrace of it. Calmly, quietly, he leaned in closer, his body stiffened, then he stopped...everything stopped. It was then that I felt shot after shot of his sick seed filling me. He ground his venom into me before his now glistening pale snake slithered out. And just before he returned to the inky darkness from whence he came, he hissed; “...and now, YOU are be-cum death as well...”

I agree with Ozpig and BBBoy's comments. At a sex party, gangbang or orgy, after more than four loads are dumped in my ass, the continuous fucking in of more cum loads stirs the pot a bit too much. After another cum deposit, there is inevitably a bit of a withdrawal of other Top's cumloads on the Top's cock--which is why giving A2M to his cock is such a delightful "chore" to perform. Once the fucking is over, nature takes over, and the rectum's powerful muscles are doing their job to expel whatever cum residue has not been absorbed. Always pleasant, though, to feel the cum slowly leak out of my fuckhole over the course of a few hours. And it makes my fuckhole start itching to get refilled at the earliest opportunity!

Between parts 1 and part 2 I shot all over my key board and stayed hard even after I came. I am 55 years old that is hard to do that story got me off and kept me hard great story. Is there going to be a part 3. I hope.

Coconut oil is kinda nice. It's hard in the tub and melts with body heat. You can literally break off a chunk and put it where it needs to go. For a store bought oil lube I really like Boy Butter (as a top)... it's creamy and easy to apply, stays slick in a good way forever, and it's way easier to wash off than silicone. By "easy to apply" I mean you can apply it with one or two fingers (hell, stick your cock in it) and avoid having greasy hands when you need to grab a bottom's sides...

Part 4 I woke up with Dante's cock so lodged in my ass. I started to think about what I had done with him the night before, the pipe I was given to smoke, two of Dante's crew fucking right in front of me, at how good Dante made me feel and was making me feel at that moment with his hardening cock inside my ass. There was also a feeling of guilt at all I had done. Instinctively I began to move my ass I an attempt to milk his cock for another load. As wrong as it might have been the only thing I knew was that I needed him to cum inside me again and again. This was what I meant to be, a white boy whore born to service a dominant black man. As I worked my ass was much as I possibly could I thought I felt Dante begin to stir. Dante I knew my new white fuck toy was awake as I began to think of what I was going to call him. All of my crew had specific nick names and this boy needed a special one from me as he started to work his ass on my hard cock had been lodged inside him since I fucked that last load inside him before we went to sleep. This would be the first and (for the moment) only white boy in my crew. His only duty would be to be my fuck hole. He had the nicest ass I had ever had the opportunity to fuck. I’ve figured my entire crew, including the straight boys, and this white, home boy was great. He was fresh like white bread. That’s it, I’ll call him Home Slice. It was time to give Home Slice was he was trying to work for as I grabbed his hips, pulled him to his knees as I a show, methodical fuck of this white boy I claimed as my own fuck whole. As I fucked him, making him moan with every in and of movement of my cock, I asked him, “How's my Home Slice feeling?” His response said it all as he moaned a couple times before answering, “Fantastic, I love you cock inside my ass. I can’t wait to feel it throb inside me.” I let Home Slice know, “You’ll get my dirty cum when I’m ready to give it to you. I want you to enjoy this fuck before some of my boys teach you how to suck cock. You’ll have all afternoon to get it down before tonight.” I went on telling him “Now that you’re part of my crew I need to give you a new name to match, I came up with Home Slice. Your ass is uniquely fresh like a slice of white bread, and being a white, home boy, I figured Home Slice fit you perfectly.” As I said this I knew he was liking the name and attention he was getting as I felt his ass working harder to milk my load out of me. I wasn’t going to disappoint him as I picked up my pace, my breathing noticeably changed and I grabbed his hips and rammed my cock in deep inside Home Slice and fired my load deep inside. I kept my all hard cock inside his great ass trying to resist the urge to keep fucking him, knowing me needed to learn to suck cock properly. I had a group of gay boys coming over to teach Home Slice how to suck deep throat a cock. I gave him one more thrust and what cum was left in me before I pulled out letting him know that other then this ‘training’ no one else in the crew was to ever try to fuck him or hey him to suck their cock. His ass belonged to me and me alone and I would decide if he was to be fucked by anyone other then me, and you will be naked when I’m here with you or only a pair of your boxer briefs. You looked so damn hot I them when your shorts came off. Now it’s time for you to learn to suck cock.” Home Slice Dante had given me my name as a new member of his crew. I really liked Home Slice, and the fuck he left me with was amazing. He must have shot his cum very deep in my ass cause with his cock no longer inside me none of it leaked out. Dante walked out of his bedroom leaving me alone in the room for a could minutes before four naked guys came into the room. I recognized one of them from my high school and a sudden fear came over me that everyone from school would soon know about me and Dante. The first thing my classmate told me, “Don’t worry Chris, if I were to tell anyone Dante would probably kill me.” He laughed a little at his own comment telling me he was dead serious. They began to teach me and demonstrate how to suck cock, how to avoid gagging and focusing on the pleasure my mouth and throat can provide not just the guy I’m sucking but the pleasure that will bring me. This was followed by my starting to suck each of them starting with the guy with the smallest cock, probably about 6-6.5” to the guy with the biggest, that had you be a just smaller then Dante’s cock (who happened to be my high school classmate). As I thought about how pleased Dante would be if I could properly suck his cock the task of giving head became easier as I followed their instructions and was soon getting every cock into my throat. I gagged a couple times, but tried to focus on the pleasure I was providing. With that I mind I found myself easily not just taking the guys cock into my throat, but learning how to use my throat to milk the cock. One of the guys teaching me let me know, “The last thing you need to learn is you swallow the guys cum.” Somewhere in the back of my head I knew I’d have to eat a guy’s cum. One by one sucked each guy’s cock to completion. The first guy gave me plenty of warning before he for his cum in my mouth. My first taste of cum wasn't that bad, a little bit of sweet and salty that I knew I’d cum to love. The next guy gave my less time to prepare for him to fill my mouth. His cum tasted a little different, not that bad, but again I knew that I’d be expected to swallow no matter the taste just like I was to accept any cum that was to be shot into my ass. The next one gave me no warning, but somehow I knew when he was ready and didn’t spill a drop. By this time I was eager to swallow his cum. The taste began to grow on me as I eagerly swallowed his load. The last guy, my schoolmate, told me, “Dante wants me to ready you for a skull fucking if I think you can handle it, and I think you can.” I began sucking him, getting him hard as he let me know to take a breath every chance I was given. Once he was hard a steel in he grabbed my head and without a word began to face fuck me. Every so often he works bury his cock I’m my throat cutting of my air supply before pulling out just long enough for me to get a quick breath of air before resuming face fucking me. What really surprised me was even he buried his cock you the root in my throat and I felt his cock throb as he delivered his cum directly to my stomach. He pulled back towards the end of if orgasm allowing me a taste of his cum. He had the best tasting cum of all of the guys teaching me. After that left me in Dante’s room it was only a few minutes before Dante returned. Nothing was said, I knew why he was there and that was to see how I well I could suck cock. I knew he wasn’t going to be disappointed. Dante I had the four white boys wait while I was going to see how well Home Slice had become as a new cock sucker. I told them, “You can hang out with my crew while I check out how well you taught Home Slice. Be sure you keep them happy in any way that they want.” The four white boys knew what I meant by keeping my crew happy as the familiar pipe appeared and the Tina addicts quickly began to smoke. Knowing my crew, I was sure that when I returned to check in them, they’d be spun out of there mind after being slammed. I only knew of one of them that was definitely a slammer and two that had never had slammed before. I made sure that all the action would be recorded for me to watch at a later time. I went to my room to find Home Slice still naked and waiting for me. Not a word was spoken as I sat on the bed resting against the head board with my legs spread and a soft cock waiting for a warm mouth. Home Slice climbed up between my legs and without hesitation took my black cock into his wet and warm mouth. As he went to work sucking and licking my cock began to respond as it grew and soon ground it’s way into his throat. The first the me deep throated me I nearly lost my load. Those boys did good and I was sure that they were enjoying themselves as I began to hear coughing coming from the living room. As good as Home Slice was doing in my cock I had to see how he wound handle a large load of cum shot into his mouth. The work he was doing on sucking me was getting me very close to cumming. I’ve always be one who could hold off cumming easily, but knew this want the time for me to hold back. I gave no warning as I began to fill his mouth with a big load of my cum (no matter how many times I cum my volume barely diminished. He has already taken a good fuck from me, he’s been and to deep throat my big black cock, if he swallows my spunk he’ll be ready for Miguel’s visit tonight. Ready or not get was about to get it from me as I began to fill his mouth. At first it didn’t look like he was going to handle the missive load I was giving him but before I knew it, he began to swallow it down as I continued to fill him up. A little bit leaked out the corner of his mouth but it wasn't enough to matter to me as I finished shooting and he finished swallowing. He was ready!

I have a few regulars but there's only one FB that I have a connection with and have been meeting for quite some time now. The others are good to take care of the urge of the moment (mine and theirs) but I'm usually left wanting more. When he leaves though I feel fully satisfied and I'm good to go without. For a few days...LOL. It helps that he wants it to be great for me too and isn't just looking for a hole get off in. He takes pride in making me orgasm by just fucking me. And he does that a lot LOL.

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.

Chapter 3. He told me to bend over the bed and spread my ass. I did and herpes began to tung fuck me. Soon I was begging for his dick to fuck me. He got up and put his pierced cock against my hole and pushed all the way in one move. The pain was unbearable but I didn't care. Fuck me rip me up give me your toxic cum poz me. He began to fuck me slow at first then began to get faster. I pushed back on his cock as he drove in. Through the pain I begged fuck me deeper harder give your toxic cum. Poz me yah! Fuck me like an animal. Give me your bull cock empty those bull balls full of toxic cum in my pussy. I suddenly felt something hot running down my balls and inner legs. Reached between my legs and felt something liquid, I pulled my hand back to see what it was. My fingers were bloody. I licked it off my fingers and also tasted his toxic precum mixed with the blood. I knew then that I was being pozzed just from the precum. The thought made me beg even more. Oh yeah fuck harder give your toxic cum. He was fucking so hard he was sweating and dripping his sweat on meds. He was getting close to cumming and getting verbal . Get ready bitch going to get my death. You want to get pozzed and slowly waste to death? Fuck yes fuck me full of your toxic death cum. Poz me fuck me I want it . Oh fuck your big cock feels so good fucking me. Oh I got to cum fuck can't hold it gonna give it to you oooohhhh fuck, here it comes. Fuck me please give it to me poz me. I felt his dick begin to get bigger as the first giant spurt filled my ripped bleeding gut. I felt 10 huge spurts before it tapered off. And fell on top of me exhausted. He finally was able to talk. You got it bitch, my big load of med resistant toxic cum.

I rarely Cum myself while being Fucked. I know there are some Tops that want me to cum, but I have NO INTEREST in my own cock if with another guy. If for some reason I do shoot my load, the top should continue as him getting off is more important than my comfort. I don't mean to continue for a few more minutes. He should continue until he is satisfied with pumping my ass full of Cum. His own load or others if he wants to offer my ass to others. I do not need to cum, but of I do there is NO Reason to stop. I am a CUM RECEPTICAL for POZ Men to BREED. ???

Bottomed a couple of times when I was young, but quickly became a top. I will still suck and swallow for the right guy, but beyond that it's all about the hole. Having a dude bent over, or better yet facing me and looking for my cock is a thrill by itself. Not into sub bottoms too much because of the lack of interaction. A dude just offering his ass alittle boring, no more thrilling than jacking off. But a dude that's passionate and really into me is hot. I really get into him in so many ways. Favorite position is missionary, second favorite is bottom on his belly and my arms locked around his shoulders.

100% vers now - just depends on the guy/s I'm with. Best scenario to me is flip fucking with another vers guy, back and forth over and over till someone busts. OR small group, everyone trading off and ending up middle man in a fuck sandwich - feels so fucking good I usually can't last very long doing that though. Flipping doesn't happen as much as I'd like though - usually end up with a total top or total bottom.

I guess have turned around and said no to him, I did read those rules before hand. Im not sure how hard they are enforced. It was the first guy though, I didnt want to start off by killing the mood. I can be very submissive too. So I wanted to feel the steel.

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It the Slut Factor. All guys (straight and gay) know that if a guy/girl gets around a lot, chances of them getting their dick wet and unloading their balls are good. No one hits on the prude. You look for the one thats flirty, wears tight/revealing clothes, drunk/high, breath smells like fresh dick, hole is loose and caked in jizz, etc. You compare notes with other guys, trade pics, introduce the lil' slut to other guys. You call them a "slut/whore/bitch" and they don't take offense. They wear the title with pride. Sluts provide a necessary service. They provide sexual gratification. Unlike true whores, they do it for free, for the thrill alone, for the sexual pleasure and excitement. They humble and quell a man's raging need to breed. They satisfy urges in a man that otherwise would have turned into an actual rape. With each orgasm achieved, every ejaculation received, every lustful desire turned into reality, the world becomes a better place. Yes, men love sluts.