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Chapter 2 "Ummm, what did you say?" "You heard me, chaser boy." He had a wicked grin on his face as he grabbed my crotch and gave it a hard squeeze. I was rock hard. "How, how, umm how do you know about that?" I stuttered. "You forget we live in the same city. I've seen your profile on all those nasty sites. I've messaged you a couple times and you even set up a meet but then you must have gotten cold feet because your profile suddenly disappeared or," he paused and started to frown, "did you block me, boy? That was very rude to leave me with blue balls." I gulpped. He was still right in front of me. His hand now on my right ass. "Ummm, but you were married. Why, why would you be on those sites," I stammered. He started chuckling . "Oh boy, your Aunt Lisa and I had an arrangement. She could fuck all the women she wanted and I could breed all the guys I wanted and everyone would stop nagging us about settling down." "But...but your straight." "Oh Chad, I assure you there is nothing straight about me." He nipped at my ear and squeezed my ass hard. I let out a small moan. "Yeah you like that don't you boy?" "Oh fuck!" "Shhhh, you don't want our parents to hear you now, do you? I knew you'd be a noisy one and we haven't even started the main event yet. I can tell I'm going to have to gag you." I was so fucked. "What... I mean, what was your screen name?" "Toxicpole," he whispered in my ear. His hand was now down the back of my shorts getting very close to my quivering hole. Fuck this was bad. I remembered that profile. Hot guy, hairy chest with a big cock and those tattoos. He didn't have a face pic, not that I would have recognized him anyway. We'd chatted for a couple of weeks. Him slowly wearing me down trying to letting him knock me up. I'd even agreed to meet up but then of course I shot my load, came to my senses and quickly blocked him. I know I'm dick. Getting pozzed was just a fantasy...right? "Imagine my surprise when I saw my little stepbrother on those nasty hookup sites looking for poz cum. I always figured you'd be a safe only bottom pussy, but actively looking for toxic tops to breed your sweet ass, that was a pleasant surprise. Made me very hard imagining my toxic dick breeding your fertile boy pussy. Then you had to go and ghost me." "No, no I don't want to be poz. It's just a fantasy. I know I shouldn't have lead you on. I'm really sorry." His finger was now circling my pucker and I was moaning even louder. "Those may be the words coming out of your mouth but your cock seems to disagree." I looked down and he was right. My little cock was rock hard. Not only was I hard but a nice size wet spot was already starting to form on my shorts. "Don't worry, we have all weekend for you to get better acquainted with my thick, toxic pole." Just then there was a knock on the door followed by mom sticking her head in the room. "You boys going to be okay in here?" Max had detached himself from my back and was sitting on the bed as if he hadn't just been just teasing my hole with his fingers. "We're great, just getting to know each other," Max said with a big grin on his face. "Oh good. I'm sorry about the bed. Are you sure you boys will be okay sharing?" "We'll be fine, right Chad?" He winked at me. The smug bastard actually winked. He was enjoying my discomfort way too much! "It's fine mom. Really it's okay." She looked relieved. "Oh good. Dinner will be ready in about 30 minutes." She smiled and closed the door. "Mmmm, 30 minutes, more than enough time to test out that pretty mouth of yours. He spread his legs wide and grabbed his crotch. I could see the head of his cock peeking out the leg of his shorts. Next thing I knew I had dropped down between his legs and was licking my lips. "Yeah I knew you wanted this, you're practically salivating like a pig in heat." "No, no I can't do this, it's wrong." I said while unbuttoning his shorts to free his cock. He started laughing. "You have no willpower boy. You know you need this and I promise this will just be the beginning. I'm going to make sure your fantasy becomes a reality. Now suck," he said placing his hand on the back of my head, guiding me to his leaking poz dick. I knew this was wrong. Every fiber of my being was telling me to run but I couldn't move. What the fuck was wrong with me! The minute my tongue touched the head of his cock and I tasted his precum I was as good as gone. I opened my mouth and started to work his dick like my life depended on it. I guess I should mention at this point that I love sucking cock. Can't get enough. I love getting the reward of a mouth full of delicious cum. "Fuck you look good between my legs." Mmmm, he moaned, "yeah you're a good little cock sucker aren't you." His moans made me suck even harder. I managed to get over half his dick down my throat when he pushed me off. I let out a whimper. I looked up and him, begging with my eyes. "Please Max, let me swallow your load. Please." "You have a very talented mouth, boy, but this first load isn't going anywhere but up that neg hole of yours. I haven't cum in seven days and I'm sure as hell not going to waste it down your throat." I whimpered, "please sir, I'm so horny. I need to taste your cum." "Damn boy! You need to learn who's in charge here. Now pull yourself together. I just heard your mom call us into dinner." He was right I had totally lost control of myself. He pulled me up and gave me a deep kiss. "Patience boy, I'll be taking your poz cherry soon enough." That's exactly what I was afraid of.

Even now I'm not really sure what came over me - but this is the story of what happened. My name is Paul, and at the time this story begins, I was 27 years old and very happily married to Ryan. Ryan was the same age as me, and we had been together for six years, and married for four. I can honestly say I had never been happier - I had never cheated on Ryan and I could never imagine wanting anyone but him. We were definitely made for each other - though a bit different temperamentally, we had the same values and we enjoyed the same things. We enjoyed being together and I can honestly say I had never loved anyone the way I loved Ryan. I loved his sense of humour, his integrity and, of course, his sexy body. Ryan was smaller than me but quite muscular, with dark hair, a cheeky smile and an arse that made my cock hard every time I looked at it! I also admired him. Ryan was a nurse and loved his job - he loved helping people and I knew his smile often made as much difference to his patients as his care did. He also cared passionately about sexual health and worked three hours a week as a volunteer nurse at a sexual health clinic. I was a consultant in the tech team of a large IT company and, while I earned a lot more money than Ryan, I couldn't help being aware that his job was by far the more valuable. Ryan and I met through friends a year or two after I finished university. I liked him straight away and we started seeing each other. The first time we went out we went for an Italian meal and a drink and then we went back to my flat and fucked. I couldn't wait to get Ryan's pants down and I was really hoping he would want me to fuck him. He did - and although he explained that he never did it without a condom, we had a truly great fuck and I enjoyed every single minute of it. We started seeing each other regularly and after six months we moved in together. We talked about safe sex and Ryan explained how important it was to him and I was happy to fall in with his wishes. My record on safe sex was, on the whole, quite good - though not of course anything like as good as Ryan's. I had mostly played safe, but now and then if a fit lad offered me his arse and wanted me to go in bare, I did. On the whole, I enjoyed fucking without a condom more - but I was careful most of the time. I was mostly a top - I would say I was a top about 90% of the time - but now and then I liked to take it up the arse. I especially enjoyed taking it on my back with my legs in the air - I'm not sure why, but there's something really horny about lifting my legs and letting some fit guy bang my arse. I must admit, I did sometimes take it up the arse without a condom too. Of course I knew it was risky, but I didn't mind taking a chance now and then, and somehow that added to the excitement. I remember once about a year or so before I met Ryan, I was at a civil partnership ceremony and got talking to a couple who were at the same table as me. We got on well and I was getting definite vibes that they might be up for a threesome. After the meal, we took a walk in the woods behind the hotel where the celebration was taking place. I had had a few drinks by this time, and was very much in a bottom mood. I ended up going down on them both and a short time later I was leaning up against a tree, pants and smart trousers at my ankles as first one then the other fucked me hard up the arse. None of us had condoms so we just went bare and I took both their loads up me. A few months before I met Ryan, I was assigned a three month project working with an external consultant. The other guy was a really handsome black guy called Akim. Akim was the same age as me but a bit more experienced and he led on the project. I liked Akim, and we got on well, but I didn't think we would have much in common. He was quite sporty and told me he was a devout Christian. He also had a girlfriend whom he talked about quite a lot. However, he wasn't bothered when I told him I was gay and the project got off the ground on schedule. I also found Akim really attractive and could not help noticing the sizeable bulge that always seemed to be visible at the front of his suit trousers. I tried hard not to look at it, but I was fairly sure that Akim had noticed my attention wandering to the front of his trousers one night when we were working late together. A little later on, he told me he had noticed me looking at the front of his trousers and, much to my surprise, asked me if I would like to see what he had inside them. A short time later, Akim had unzipped his trousers and pulled his pants down to his knees and I was sucking on one of the biggest cocks I had ever had in my mouth. I sucked him for a while and then he told me that he would love to fuck me. We didn't have any condoms or any lube - and I knew I could never take a cock that big up my arse without lube, so we contented ourselves with me sucking his cock until he came in my mouth. The next time we worked late alone, I let Akim fuck me. He had said he would bring everything we needed but, although he produced some lube, I was surprised to find that he hadn't brought any condoms. I wasn't really that bothered though and, to tell the truth, the thought of taking his big cock up my arse without a condom was really turning me on. I sucked him for while and then I bent over my desk, my pants and trousers pulled down below my bum and my shirt pushed up my back as Akim fucked me bareback and shot what felt like a huge load right up my arse. After that, we fucked regularly, mostly with me bent over the desk, but a couple of times I pulled off my shoes, trousers and pants and laid back on the desk in just my shirt and socks, my legs in the air as Akim fucked me and shot another big load up me. I enjoyed all these encounters very much but, like I said, most of the time I was content to be a top. This suited Ryan very well - he loved to be fucked, but was not so keen on topping. For the first months we were together we used condoms and then we decided to get tested and hopefully stop using them. Our test results came back negative and, on the night of our first anniversary, I fucked Ryan for the first time without a condom. I can't tell you how good it felt - I had always loved fucking Ryan and tonight his hole felt so much tighter around my dick as I pushed it up his arse and began to fuck. Ryan was in his favourite position - on his back with his legs over my shoulders - and we didn't hold back. That night I dumped two loads right up him and in the morning I added a third. After that, we stopped using condoms. We were very happy and after a few years we managed to buy a small house together. It was in a small village outside the town (that was all we could afford) but we really loved it. When we had been there a few years, our lovely neighbour sold her house and moved out. The house bordered on to ours at an angle and I was hoping we would get good neighbours in her place. She told us she had sold the house to a gay couple, one of whom was a solicitor. She wasn't sure what the other one did. A few weeks later, they moved in and after a day or so they came over to introduce themselves. Peter was the solicitor, a small, blond, serious looking guy and the other guy was called Aidan. Aidan was a stocky, dark haired Irish guy and I have to admit I found him quite attractive. After they had settled in they invited us over for dinner one Saturday evening. They were good company and we had a very enjoyable time. I couldn't help noticing that Aidan had a really fit arse. I should explain, I am a bit of an arse guy - I think the arse is definitely my favourite part of a guy - and I love nothing more than pulling a guy's arse cheeks apart and sticking my tongue right into his hole. Ryan's arse was quite smooth, with just a few hairs around his hole, but I guessed that Aidan's was probably quite hairy - judging by the time he dropped a fork and bent down to pick it up, giving me a really good view of the top of his pants and the crack of his arse. As I said, they were both good company and, although Peter talked of his work quite a bit, I wasn't really sure what Aidan did. Once or twice during the evening, I thought I caught Aidan glancing at me, and there was something in his glance that made me feel a bit horny. That night I fucked Ryan hard up the arse and came almost immediately. We had both had a few drinks and we fell asleep quite quickly, but a few hours later I woke up with a raging hard on. I nudged Ryan awake and told him I was feeling really horny. He kissed me and then knelt up on the bed. I slipped my cock up him easily (he still had my first load in him) and fucked him again until I dumped a second load up him. The following Saturday evening, we invited Peter and Aidan to dinner with us. The conversation turned to work and I asked Aidan what he did. He told me that we wasn't working at the moment as he had been quite ill for a while. I asked if he was feeling better now and he said he was. Then he told us that he was HIV positive and, due to complications, had been unable to take meds so was currently unmedicated. I was really surprised by his honesty and even more so when Peter added that he was negative so they always had to use condoms. A short time later, the subject was changed, but for some reason I couldn't stop thinking about what Aidan had told us. When we had finished the meal, Ryan poured some more drinks and I cleared the table and took the dishes through to the kitchen. Aidan said he would give me a hand and joined me in the kitchen. He smiled at me and said he hoped he hadn't embarrassed us by talking about his HIV. I said no, of course not, and added that it must be hard always having to use condoms. "Ah well," said Aidan, "It would be," he lowered his voice, "if I always used them!" "Oh," I said confused, "I thought Peter said you always use condoms." "I do always use condoms," said Aidan and then, lowering his voice he added "when I'm with Peter!" He winked at me and, just for a moment, rested his hand on my arse. I could feel myself blushing and I hoped that Aidan wouldn't notice the fact that my dick was suddenly getting hard in my pants. A short time later we were safely back out with Ryan and Peter and we had a few more drinks. I was sure I could feel Aidan looking at me from time to time and I tried hard not to look back at him. When we got home, Ryan asked me if I was alright and said I had seemed a bit distracted as the evening went on. I assured him I was fine and that night in bed, we fucked. We were both horny, and enjoyed a great fuck. Ryan ran his hand down my arse crack as I fucked him and then, as he sometimes did, he pushed his finger against my arsehole. He pushed his finger in to my hole as I fucked him and a short time later I came right up his arse. The next morning, Ryan was working and I had a lie in. I woke up with a hard on and began to play with myself. I wondered what Aidan had meant the night before when he said that he always used condoms with Peter. I guessed that he meant he sometimes fucked with other guys and did not use condoms, despite being HIV positive and not on meds. I was wanking now as I imagined what Aidan's cock would look like - I imagined it would be big and hairy. I took hold of my cock and began to really wank myself as I imagined Aidan pulling off his trousers and pants and squatting over me so that I could push my tongue up his hairy arse. As I said earlier, I'm mostly a top, but I liked to be fucked now and then and Ryan was really not into topping so I hadn't been fucked for a long time. Ryan pushing his finger up my arse had really turned me on and now I began to wonder what it would be like to be fucked by Aidan. I was wanking harder now, as I imagined spreading my legs so that Aidan could fuck me. Then I thought he might want to fuck me without a condom even though he was HIV positive and not on meds and somehow this thought turned me on even more. Just as I imagined Aidan pushing his bare cock into my arse, I shot my load all over myself. A couple of months went by. We socialised with Peter and Aidan now and then and a few times I saw Aidan working in the garden - their garden joined ours at an angle so I had a perfect view. Sometimes I would watch Aidan discreetly as he worked in the garden - he still wasn't working at that point - and I loved seeing him bend over and show his arse crack. I was wanking all the time now when Ryan was at work - I hadn't masturbated so much since I was a teenager - and if I'm being honest, most of the time I was thinking about Aidan One time I was watching Aidan doing some work in the garden out of our bedroom window. He was wearing shorts and a black top and I had a great view of his hairy arms and legs. I caught sight of his arse crack a couple of times and began to play with my cock. I was fairly sure he didn't know I was watching as he stepped up to the wall and pulled out his dick. Almost immediately he began to piss hard against the wall, standing back from the wall spraying his piss up and down. I watched fascinated as he finished pissing and, instead of putting his dick back in his shorts, he began to play with it. He was hard now and began to play with his cock - it was just as I had imagined - big and hairy. I pushed my hand into my pants and began to play with my cock as I watched Aidan wanking. I was still confident he didn't know I was watching and a few minutes later I could tell he was getting close. Aidan wanked his cock a few more times and then turned and looked straight at me as he wanked a huge load of cum out in front of himself. That was too much for me and I shot my load into the front of my pants. Then Aidan winked at me and went back into the house. I didn't know what to think - I had been caught watching Aidan - I don't think I had ever felt so mortified, but I also don't think I had ever felt so turned on - my cock was rock hard, even though I had just shot a load. I suddenly thought of something and opened the bottom drawer of Ryan's chest. I wondered if what I was looking for would still be there, but under some pairs of pants, I found it. It was a large rubber dildo - thick and about seven inches long. It was Ryan's from when he was single and we had kept it to use for fun. I had used it on Ryan quite a few times and once or twice he had used it on me, although we hadn't played with it for a while. I pulled off my pants, trousers and socks and bent over the bed. I rubbed some lube on my hole and then pushed the dildo gently against my arsehole. I hadn't been fucked for a long time and it hurt going in to my arse but I really wanted it - I needed to be fucked! I pushed the dildo slowly right up my arse and began to fuck myself with it. I remembered bending over the desk for Akim, the IT guy, and tried to think of him. I also tried hard to think of Ryan, and imagine it was him standing behind me, but my thoughts kept turning to Aidan. I fucked myself for a while, and then I pulled the cock out my arse, laid back on the bed, and raised my legs. I pushed the dildo back up my arse. This was how I wanted Aidan to fuck me - on my back with my legs in the air - and I didn't want him to use a condom. I wanted him to push his bare cock up my arse and fuck me. I was fucking myself really hard now as I thought how much I wanted Aidan to cum in me. I knew that would probably mean he would give me HIV, but just at that moment I wanted him to give it to me. I wanted that big, hairy cock to cum in my arse and get me pregnant. I wanted him to give me a baby! As I thought this I shot one of the biggest loads of my life all over myself. I had finally admitted to myself that I wanted Aidan to knock me up - I wanted him to poz my cunt! But I knew I would never do it. Would I?

Cody ‘Hiv positive.’ Cody read. Who the hell did I stick my dick in with hiv? He asked himself silently while ignoring his doctor. Cody was 6 months away from his twenty first birthday, a typical 5ft 5 in, in shape, with light brown shaggy hair, and blindlingy bright blue eyes. Cody started to think about it, he had been a man whore since getting his own place, and then there was all the anonymous park sex. His sex life was over. He sighed to himself. He took his lecture from his doctor and went to the pharmacy to get his meds, and went home.two to three months with no unprotected sex , He took his meds then went to his room. He meant to type poz in the browser search bar but typed it into into a porn search accidently. “What is this?” He asked tapping on a video, titled , pozzing a twink. It was a video a a man in his late thirties with a biohazard tattoo fucking a twink, with the twink begging for a poz load. Cody adjusted him self, sub concioounsly, hearing this twink beg for poz cum was hot in ways cody never thought of before. He watched as the top ‘pozzed’ the bottom, filling him with ’toxic’ cum. He almost came to that video, but got on sniffises instead. He posted an ad, ‘ poz top twink for neg.’ and went back to his videos. He forgot about his ad getting lost in a couple of longer videos, when he came back he had a couple of messages. Two from bots, and one from a profile name subdaddy. Codys cock throbbed, he loved daddies. he opened the five minute old message. Cody loved to be in the ass of an daddy, he needed to try pozzing one. It was a standard wats up message, cody answered back not much As it turned out daddy was looking for a poz load, and Cody volunteered his for daddy. Cody drove to daddy’s hotel room. The door was propped open, so he entered the room, it was lit, and daddy was laying on the bed naked, ass up stomach down. Cody was rock hard, his nine inch cock, dripping precum. He set his phone on his mini tripod on a chair close to the bed dropped his shorts, and ate daddy out. Daddy moananed as he drove his toung deep into daddys thigh pink clean hole. Cody had watched an hour of pozzing porn, and knew exactly what he wanted to do. He knew that a lubless spit fuck, would increase the odds of infection. So would fucking his cum into this bitch as daddy, and so would cuming twice luckly he could do both. Aftwer daddy was thoughly wet he crawled on top of daddy, guided His hot poz cock into daddies hole, laying down on daddy. “Oh fuck daddy your so tight.” He groaned. “Your so big!” Daddy moanded. Once inside daddy he thrust all the way in hard, ensuring daddy was fertile, daddy crid out. “Take it you nasty pig.” Cody grunted, pulling out and sliding back in not quite as hard, he had to make sure daddy was fertile. Codys rock hard large poz cock felt so good in the tight little daddy hole, he started to fuck in to a rhythm., and he took daddies hands from his sides and slide them above his head and pinned them there with one arm. Cody wasnt going to let this man go, not until he was leaking with his poz cum. Cody had never been so driven to cum in a partner before, it was hot. He had barely just begun but he was already so close to shooting his load Deep in the ass of daddy. So close to making daddy his little bitch. “Fucking poz me.” Daddy moaned. With that Coddy couldn’t control himself, the virus deep inside him had to get out and his cock started to throbb, on a thrust out, and by the time he was thrusting in he was shooting his first rope of toxic cum pushing it in deep to daddies guts. Relaeasing not only thousands of sperm but tens of shounsdas of hiv viurses “Fucking take that poz load you fucking whore.” He grunted letting his cock throb deep in daddies guts, un able to control his primal instinct of slIding out ever so slightly, letting his cock pulse and then pushing in, repeating for each rope of thick cum he shot. Daddy moaned with each rope, as his ass got filled with toxic cum. Cody embarrsed for cumming so quickly, started to fuck his load hard in and out of daddy, at first he gorand out because he was so sensitive, but he had to make sure th at daddy, didn’t get out of this bed, a negative man. It wasny long before daddies ass was leaking cum, and making quifing noises, it wasn’t too much longer before, cody, fucked another load into daddy, this time not stoping.. Cody wanted daddy to feel the moment he was converented, to fucking remember that a twenty year old gave him hiv. Now he wanted to fucking give that virus every chance to stick around in daddy, so he just fucked his load in. “Fucking take another one of my poz loads!” He grunted giving daddy a second poz lod. He didntt stop. Hhe increased his rythmy to just below breeding speed, and leaned down into daddies ear and wshipred. “I fucking poozzed a man almost twice my age, you nasty little cumdump.” Sweat started to roll down his fore head, and he started to smell his own secent, as sweat started to cover his whole body. “I just pozzed you hard, and soon I’m going to walk out of this room, and leave you here a nasty fuck…ing.” Cody started to slow down, the climax of his third orgasam was always so strong. His cock throbbed, and his body spasamed and he thurst hard invonetarly into daddy, and pumped a nother thick 4 rope load of cum. Cody got up , grabbed his phone, showed all three of his poz loads, ozzing out, pink. He smirked and pushed some of his cum back in daddy, scratching daddies hole with his nail, and left with out saying a word.

Chapter 1 I hadn’t been home in years, ever since my mom remarried. It’s not that I didn’t like her new husband, he treated her great. It’s just that we never really clicked. I was already older when they got married so I really didn’t have a relationship with them. Mom had been trying for years to get me to come home and I’d managed to avoid it until this year. It was my grandpa's 80th birthday and mom wouldn't take no for an answer. Unfortunately, the train ride went much faster than I would’ve liked and before I knew it we were pulling into the station. I could see mom on the platform, excitedly waving trying to grab my attention. I inwardly groaned, grabbed my bag and got off the train. It was really hard not to get caught up in her excitement. Maybe a part of me was glad I’d come home. On the drive back to the house I could tell she was anxious about something. “Mom, what’s going on? You seem really nervous.“ “Umm, well you see there’s been a little bit of a change since we last spoke.“ Now I was starting to get nervous. “Your aunt and uncle and cousin decided to come out at the last minute, so this means we have a little bit of a tight squeeze at the house.“ “Mom, not a problem I’ll get a hotel room.“ “Like hell you will. You will absolutely be staying at the house,“ then she rapidly said “ you’re just gonna have to share a room with Max. “Yeah no Mom, I love you, but that’s not gonna happen.“ “Chad, don’t start with me. This is going to be a great weekend and I don’t want any of your shit. You are sharing a room with Max and will be a good sport. End of discussion. Besides, it will be good for both of you to finally get to know each other. He told me he’s tried to reach out to you a couple times but can never seem to get a hold of you.“ Fuck this is gonna be a miserable week. Okay let me back up a second. Max is my stepbrother. I've spent about a total of 5 hours around him since the first time when our parents got married and that was it. I really don't know much about him except for what my mom occasionally shares. I do know he's 10 years older than me, divorced and actually lives in the same city as me but we never hang out. He has tried to get to know me, but I'm like what's the point. To be honest with you I'm not even sure if I'd recognize him if we passed each other on the street. "Sorry mom, why is Max even here? It's not even his grandpa." Mom turned and gave me a disgusted look. "Chad, I raised you better than this. He's family and...well, he's been struggling a bit since his divorce, so he's been staying with us for the past week." Okay I'm an ass, I admit it. "Sorry mom, I didn't know. I'll behave." We arrived at the house and I grabbed my bag, took a deep breath and followed mom into the house. My stepdad was in the kitchen and gave me a big hug. As we were making small talk, I noticed someone standing in the kitchen doorway. I think my eyes just about bugged out of my head. Standing there was Max and damn did he look good! Okay the last few years had been really good to him. Last time I saw him he was really skinny and kind of nerdy looking. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I just wasn’t expecting such a change. If I had to guess, I’d say he was over 6’ to my 5’5” and had about 50 pounds of muscle on me. He had his red hair cut really short and his beard tightly trimmed. He was wearing a white T-shirt that had to be at least one size too small. I swear I could see one of his nipples was pierced, and it looked like there were tattoos on his upper arms I made the mistake of looking down and saw his shorts, which also appeared to be a size too small but damn, they looked good on him. “Chad, honey are you OK?“ Mom asked “I’m, I’m, I’m sorry, what mom?“ “I asked if you’re OK honey Robert asked you a question.“ “Oh I’m sorry, I must be more tired than I thought.“ “Oh it’s nothing, I was just asking if you remembered Max.“ Max had a big grin on his face, like he knew I’d been checking him out. He took that as his queue and came over and gave me a big hug. Fuck he smelled good. Shit, I can feel myself starting to chub up so I try to end the hug, but before I could get him to let go, he squeezed my ass. He grinned and winked at me and grabbed my bag from me. “Looks like we’re gonna be roomies for a few days. Can’t wait to get to know you better“ he said as he starts walking off towards the bedroom. I give my mom a stepdad a smile and follow after him. Once I enter the room, I’m in for another shock. There’s only one bed. “Your mom was worried about us sharing a bed, but I assured her we’re both grown men and we’d be more than fine. In fact, I think this is going to be a very positive experience for you." He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “isn’t that right chaser boy.“ Oh, fuck, I was screwed!

It’s 6pm, I have no plans, and I’m off for the next 3 days. In a good slut fashion, I message a dom top daddy that I’ve known for a while. He’s around mid 40s, and is as kinky as one could imagine. There’s something so hot about the way he blows clouds….whether it's the way he holds the pipe, letting me know that he’s a professional at blowing clouds or how quickly he turns into a beast as soon as the T enters his system. This is the same daddy that is mentioned in my first story “After 4 years I finally decided to be a TINA PIG AGAIN”. It’s 8pm and I arrive at his place. When I enter I take off my clothes and head to the room where he’s waiting for me with his big cloudy dick ready to be serviced. I’m wearing a black jock-strap which makes my ass look plump — with me I have a backpack that has all my essentials. It includes poppers, lube, pantyhose, fishnets, dildos, and much more. I begin to suck his big cock while he hits the pipe, I savor his cock slowly, inch by inch. I’m not just sucking his cock, I’m making love to it and he’s loving every second of it. I hop in the shower and prep myself. If I’m being honest, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to party, the thought of it was so hot, but for a brief second I was unsure. I come out of the shower and he’s sitting upwards with his cock rock hard and hitting the pipe. “Now it’s my turn to get spun” I say jokingly, but at this point, I’m unsure if I’m joking or not. He pulls out a tiny bag that is filled with shards of T and at this point, I know what’s going to happen. He hands me two small shards of T and I bend over and slide them deep inside my ass. The burning feeling is almost instantaneous, followed by the throbbing sensation of my hole. I’m on all fours with my chest low to the bed allowing gravity to work its magic and push the shards deeper in me. Within 20 min, my hands become sweaty and my feet and body begin to tingle. It’s hard to explain to those who’ve never had a booty bump or partied, what a strong and powerful feeling takes over your body. I could feel my hole loosening up and getting wet on its own. I can feel every inch of my body become aroused and stimulated. My mind begins to wander into lustfulness and I start to think about the kinkiest fantasies that have been buried in the back of my mind, waiting for this exact moment to reveal themselves. I hit the poppers and let the intense head-high take over and I focus on worshipping that big dick that lies in front of me. I’m instructed to just use my mouth and tongue and take my time caressing that cock with my mouth. I begin to tell him how amazing his cock is, how honored it feels to be pleasing him. The drug is working its magic and the craving of cock in my ass grows stronger. For a brief moment, I wonder how high I’d have to get fisted, but It’s not at the top of my list right now. I grab the luge and apply a generous amount on the tip of my fingers and slide them deep inside my hole. I glide my dildo in me, taking deep breaths to help me open up more and tada, it’s deep in me and fuck it feels amazing. There’s so many different feelings that I’m experiencing all at once: the obvious high of meth, the poppers making my body hot, and the dildo pressing against my G spot. As the night progresses, I feel more and more euphoric and I continue to make love to his dick. I will say, Tina makes me very jittery and makes me move around a lot. I’ll let you imagine what else happened as the night carried on, but fast forward it’s 2am and I have switched over from cocksucker to a masseur. He gets on his stomach and places a big pillow underneath him, allowing his ass to lift air. Fuck, he has such a nice fat ass and I burry my face in there and make love to his hole, it tastes delicious. We sniff poppers at the same time and both feel the amazing rush take over, I can see his body relaxing and sinking into the bed. After a while of eating his ass and sucking his cock from the back, he lays down flat and I begin to massage his body. First his feet, followed by his thighs, and then his upper body. Occasionally, I suck his cock while rubbing his body and I think that shows him that even though I have a slutty side, I am also tender and gentle. Despite him not breeding my throbbing hole, It felt good knowing that I was pleasuring his body by making love to every inch of him. It’s now 3:25 am and we are both still very high, but it’s time for me to go. He asks where I’m going next and I tell him I’m going to the bathhouse to see how many raw loads I can take. Before walking out the door, he hands me a small piece of toilet paper and inside are several shards of T, he tells me to be a good slut and get on all fours the entire night. I get to the bathhouse at 4:00am and it doesn’t look too busy. There’s a few cars parked outside so I know that there’s definitely some horny guys inside. Interesting enough, I’ve always enjoyed going to the bathhouse late at night. I feel that even though it’s not as crowded, there’s always some kinky guys waiting around the corner. I sit in my car for a minute and start thinking if I should be regretting all of this. I gotta stop doing this shit, I’m my own enemy My own downfall But I am also whore at heart, especially when I’m spun. After Tina enters my hole and nestles itself in there I enter into a cationic state of sheer excitement. Every part of my body tingles beyond control — like earth's tectonic plates do when they meet face to face. My hole is burning, but not in the way that hurts, at least not yet. More like a lustful, stimulated way. I begin the pendulum of choice Good vs. Bad - Right vs. Wrong. I once again ask myself if this is really what I want, if I want to surrender myself to meth and let guys see how nasty I can be. I can see a guy staring at me as he sits in his car next to me and I’m trying not to act weird, but when you just had shards of T up your ass…it's kinda hard. I look away, but I can still feel him staring at me. I hear the car door slam and through the corner of my eye, I see him walk up to my window. I’m so fucking high and it’s so obvious (maybe not) I look around to see if no one else is watching or if there’s no security and without hesitation, I open my door and bend over. “Fuck yea you dirty slut I can tell you’re spun asf, I saw your ad on sniffies” he says. I remember that before leaving my friend's house, I posted an ad on sniffies saying I was spun and would be at the bathhouse taking raw loads. He pounds my loose hole for about 10 min in the parking lot, slapping my ass and calling me a good high slut. The thrill of getting caught is so hot, I could care less; however, he says we should go inside. We go inside and I pay for a room so that way if someone wants privacy we can use my room. I go into my room and place my belongings inside the locker and then head to the showers. As I’m rinsing off, I see several guys pass by and look at me…maybe they know I’m high and know I’ll offer my hole to anyone. After the shower, I dry off and put on my jockstrap and head to my room to grab my poppers and lube. I’m so horny oh my god, I can’t control the thoughts of getting my hole destroyed. I grab my stuff and walk to the back of the bathhouse which is a big open area for communal play. I lube my hole up and sniff some poppers and I get on all fours. Within minutes, I can feel a big dick entering my hole “fuck yea, breee me please” I beg and he pounds away. I see another guy standing behind him awaiting his turn to pound my sleazy hole, then another guy and another. There’s maybe about 10 dudes around me watching in awe as I take dick after dick, waiting patiently to churn my sloppy hole. I don’t care who’s fucking me, I don’t even bother looking back, I just know that I want my hole wrecked by every guy in here. It’s now around 7am and I’ve been getting fucked non-stop, cock after cock have entered my hole. Some guys have pounded me slow and steady, while others have used me like a rag. I have gotten fucked inside my room, in the theater room, the sauna, the glory-hole, I’ve offered my cummy methed up hole to anyone. I rinse off again and join a group of guys in the hot tub, i'm almost positive that they’ve each fucked me and know I’m a spun slut. It’s so awkward because I can literally feel them staring at me and I try not to make eye contact. However, the urge for cock grows more and more. I get out of the hot tub and dry myself — putting on my jockstrap slowly so they can see my ass. I walk away and take a glance at them and walk into another dark room that’s adjacent to the hot tub. There’s an older man in there with a 8 inch cock, I know he parties because he looks spun like I do. I hit the poppers real deep and get on all fours and begin to worship his cock. I hear the water splashing and footsteps approaching, and I know my hole is about to be wrecked once again. There’s nothing on my mind but worshipping the big cock that’s in front of me and making sure my back is arched as much as possible, providing easy access for any raw dick. It's now around 3pm, I’ve been here for almost 11 hours and I’m still not ready to go. I have accepted that I’m a Tina loving whore and that my purpose is to get spun and offer my hole to anyone. I head to the showers to rinse off again, then to my room where I grab the shards of T and put another 2 pieces deep in my hole. I’ll let you imagine what happened after that. I hope you enjoyed reading this story about another real and epic experience of me transforming into a slutty party whore.

I got to know Matthew several years ago when I was up in Scotland for a friend's birthday lunch. A group of us met in a restaurant in the centre of Glasgow and I was sitting next to Matthew who was a dark haired nerdy looking guy with glasses in his late 20s. I got on very well with Matthew - he was good company and I thought he was really good looking in a nerdy kind of way (that's a look I really go for) and I also couldn't help noticing that he had a really fit arse, which really filled out his smart trousers. Matthew's partner was working and was not able to be at the meal and Matthew and I found we had a lot in common. After a few drinks, our conversation became more like flirting and, when the party broke up, Matthew came back to my hotel with me. Almost as soon as we got into my room, my pants were down and my cock was in Matthew's mouth. He sucked me really well and then we changed places and I began to suck his cock. We sucked each other for a while and then he knelt up on the bed and I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue right up his fit, hairy arse. We kissed, sucked and rimmed each other until I came in his mouth and then he came in mine. Matthew had told me that he had never fucked with anyone other than his partner, and they had only gone bareback after they had been together for a while and had both been tested. I told him I totally respected that, much as I would have loved to fuck him! Matthew and I became friends and when I was up in Scotland and his partner was working, we would meet for lunch and then go back to my hotel room for some fun. One time after we had sucked each other off we were lying in bed together and Matthew asked me if I ever fucked without a condom. I admitted I did and he asked me to tell him a bit about what I had done. I told him about a few of the times I had fucked and been fucked bareback and his cock got hard again. I took it in my mouth and began to suck it and before long he shot a second load into my mouth. Matthew and I would catch up by phone while his partner was at work and sometimes our conversation turned to sex and Matthew would tell me how his boyfriend had fucked him and I would share some of my experiences with him. He especially liked hearing about my bareback experiences and once admitted to me that he sometimes had a wank after he had spoken to me as he thought about some of the things I had told him. One time we were talking about sex and I was telling Matthew about an experience I had in Berlin when I had three Afghan guys in my hotel room and they all took turns fucking me bareback. One of the guys was in his late 30s, one in his 20s and the younger lad was about 18 or 19. I had told Matthew how they all presented their big, thick cocks and I sucked them one after the other and how the older guy had bent over and told me to lick his hairy arse. Matthew was breathing heavily as I described how they took turns on my arse and how each of them squirted a load up me, with the older guy adding a second load before they all left. I could hear unmistakeable sounds coming from Matthew's end of the phone and I asked him "Are you doing what I think you're doing?" "Yes!" he gasped "Have you got your pants down?" "Yes," moaned Matthew, "I'm having a wank! Tell me more!" I told him how the youngest guy had discreetly slipped me his number and had come to my hotel when I contacted him the following day because he wanted me to fuck him but didn't want to do it in front of the other guys. I told Matthew all about how the young lad had sucked my cock and how I had licked his hairy arse and then pushed my cock up him, and how he had one of the tightest arses I had ever fucked. As I described how I had fucked him and then squirted my load up his arse, Matthew groaned, "Oh God, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" It was all very horny, and a couple of months later Matthew told me he was coming down to London for a work related course and asked if he could stay with me for a couple of nights. Of course I said yes, and the night he arrived we had a meal together and then sucked each other off before sleeping together. On the Friday morning he went off to his course and we arranged to meet in central London when his course was finished. Matthew had asked me a few times about the Vault, a cruising bar in central London I quite often visited and had asked me about it again the previous night. I asked him if he wanted me to take him there after his course on the Friday and he hesitated. I could tell he really wanted to go but was nervous and I said he could let me know the next day. If he decided not to go to the Vault we could just go for something to eat and Matthew said he was happy with that. I wondered what he would do and I was not really surprised when he called me in the afternoon and said he wanted to visit the Vault. We met in the centre of London and made our way to the bar and a little later we had checked in our bags and got a drink. I could see that Matthew was nervous but also that he was really excited and after we had our first drink, we set off to explore the bar. When we entered the room with the barrels, the first thing we saw was a fit, slim young lad in work boots and work trousers that were splashed with plaster and paint. He was bent over being fucked by an older guy in a smart shirt and trousers and Matthew watched wide-eyed as they fucked. "Fuck!" he breathed, "Do you think he's wearing a condom?" I said I had no idea but thought it quite likely that he wasn't. We watched them fuck until the smartly dressed guy thrust his cock up the builder lad's arse and held it there and when he finished unloading up the builder lad's arse and pulled out I saw the excitement in Matthew's eyes as he saw the suited guy had not been wearing a condom. Matthew had told me that one of his fantasies was to get some anonymous action at the gloryholes and so we made our way to the gloryhole cabins. Matthew had asked me if I would go with him and of course I said yes. I had thought that he just meant to accompany him as far as the cabins but when after a while one of the end cubicles became vacant, Matthew went in and motioned to me to follow him and soon we were in the cubicle together. The next cubicle was also now empty but a short time later someone entered it and shut the door. I waited a moment and then bent down and looked through the hole. The guy in the next cabin was a good looking young guy with long hair tied back in a ponytail, who looked like a student and had been standing next to us outside the cabins. As I looked through the hole, he grinned at me and moved his mouth towards the hole. I wasted no time in pulling my trousers and pants down and pushing my now hard cock through the hole into the guy's sucking mouth. I heard Matthew muttering "Oh fuck!" as he watched me getting my cock sucked. The student guy sucked me really well and after a while I pulled my cock out his mouth and motioned to Matthew to take my place. He hesitated, but only for a moment and then he unzipped his smart work trousers and pulled them down along with his pants and pushed his cock through the hole. I watched Matthew getting sucked for a while and then I guessed he was getting too close, as he pulled his cock back through the hole and I took his place again. The student guy sucked me for a while and then stopped. I was expecting him to push his cock through the hole but instead he turned round and pushed his arse against the hole. I felt his arse and he found his hole was already lubed, so I moved forward, stroked my cock a few times and then pushed it slowly right up his arse and began to fuck him. "Oh God!" breathed Matthew, "I can't believe he's letting you do that!" I enjoyed every minute of fucking the student guy and before long I was getting really close and after another ten or twelve thrusts I shot my load right up the student guy's arse. When I had finished cumming, I pulled out and motioned to Matthew to take my place. He shook his head but I wanked his cock a few times and then pulled it towards the hole. Matthew hesitated, "I can't," he muttered, "I really can't - I'm not on Prep or anything" Matthew hesitated for another moment, and then he moved forward and pushed his cock through the hole, closed his eyes, and began to fuck. I was really turned on watching Matthew fuck bareback and soon I had my hand on his arse as he fucked the student lad. I could see that Matthew was getting close now and a few moments later he closed his eyes and pushed hard up the guy's arse. When Matthew had finished and pulled out, the student guy pulled up his pants and left the cubicle. Nothing happened for a few minutes and then someone came into the next cubicle and shut the door. Matthew and I looked at each other as a few seconds later, a big, thick, black cock came through the hole. Matthew had once told me that he had never been with a black guy so I was not surprised when he bent over and took the cock into his mouth. I began to play with Matthew's arse again and this time I rubbed some lube into his hole and pushed my finger up his hole as he sucked the black guy. It was all very horny, but I was not expecting what happened next. Matthew stood up, turned round, took hold of the guy's cock and backed his arse onto it! He groaned as the guy began to fuck him and then he bent forward, a look of both agony and ecstasy on his face as the guy began to really fuck him. Matthew bent further forward and I had a great view of the black guy's big bare cock thrusting up Matthew's arse. Matthew was being fucked really hard now and judging by the sounds coming from the next cubicle, the black guy was cumming heavily up his unprotected arse. After a minute or two, the fucking started again, and it was only when Matthew bent forward again that I realised he was now being fucked by a second guy - a white guy with a nice long, thick cock. Matthew was moaning and playing with himself as the second guy fucked him and then noisily added his load to the black guy's. I was certainly seeing a side of Matthew I never thought I would see - even more so when he pulled off the cock that had just fucked him and bent over the little shelf at the back of the cubicle - pushing his arse up and looking over his shoulder. I didn't waste any time - I was up Matthew in a few seconds and I enjoyed every minute of fucking his fit, hairy arse - especially as I knew that before today he had only ever been fucked by his boyfriend. I fucked him hard and fast and before long I squirted what felt like a massive load up Matthew's arse. When we left the Vault, we went for a meal and then we went back home. Almost as soon as he was in the door, Matthew's pants were down and he was bent over as I fucked him again and pumped another load up him. We showered and then slept together. The next morning Matthew was a bit quiet and he barely said anything as I drove him to the station. I hoped he wasn't regretting what he had done the day before. I wondered very much if his raunchy bareback experiences would be a one off and if he would go back to being faithful and playing safe. He didn't!

To say my boyfriend was not best pleased about me suddenly having to go to Athens is putting it mildly. Two whole weeks, straddling the weekend we were already supposed to be going to his cousin’s wedding in Ireland. There was no way I could get out of it given the importance of this job for my company, and with the wedding on the Friday when I now knew I would have to be presenting the work to the Greek communications minister himself, any hopes of me being able to jet over to Cork for that part at least were dashed. My boyfriend was also not going to be able to join me in Athens at all, given the commitments in Ireland over the long weekend and his own work pressures outside of that. Still, he was decidedly pissed off with me, and I left under something of a cloud for the late night flight from Heathrow. I had been put up in an OK apartment over a restaurant, with a small balcony off the bedroom over a back alley. I got there in the early hours and just crashed out in bed, and had then struggled through the first day of client meetings on only a few hours sleep. Fortunately I had been able to get back to the apartment not too late for a sleep, after which I realised I was ravenous having had little food all day. I just went downstairs to eat, figuring I would sort myself out properly with some provisions from a supermarket at some point. The restaurant was fine, but it was the waiter who got my attention. I am pretty tall at 6’2”, but he had at least another two inches over me. He was massively muscular, with a shaved head and jet black facial hair. Tattoos covered his arms and neck, and he was adorned with huge silver chains around his wrists and neck, along with massively thick silver hoop earrings. But, on top of the striking appearance, it was the way that he looked at me that got my heart pounding. From when he was taking my order and making me feel very small and meek, to the number of times I caught him leering in my direction, I felt like I was an item of prey being singled out by a predator. It was disconcerting but massively exhilarating. My boyfriend was such a submissive bottom in the bedroom that I had let that side of myself lie dormant for the four years we had been together, but with this Athenian stud boring into me with his gaze, my pulse was racing with excitement. After I had finished and paid, I decided that I would see if there was a supermarket still open somewhere to get in stuff for breakfast, so first headed for the small single toilet at the back of the restaurant rather than bothering to go back upstairs to use the bathroom. However, when I emerged the waiter was standing by the open back door out into the alley, just lighting up a cigarette. He glanced in my direction and then offered me one, which I found myself accepting even though I had quit several years ago. He gestured for me to step out into the alley, and then the door closed behind us. I got a little light headed from the first couple of puffs of the cigarette, which must have shown as the waiter was smirking at me. I felt myself go red under his gaze, which got a laugh out of him. “Come” he said, lightly pushing me up the alley a little. He then steered me into a sort of fenced-off pen for large bins, completely out of sight of everything else. I could feel myself shaking, and took a few more deep puffs of the cigarette to try to calm down. I did not know what this was, but the danger was evident and yet I was doing nothing to get myself out of it. “I want fuck you” the waiter said in broken English. “Show me your bottom.” A sensible man would have fled, but something about this situation had got me fired up. Back when I had been more versatile I had enjoyed tops taking control, and in this moment the years of suppressing that side of me were over. With barely a second thought, I turned around, undid my jeans, and pushed them and my boxer briefs down. With a gentle push on my back from the waiter, I bent forward and rested my arms on one of the bins. With my heart pounding and my breath ragged, I felt his fingers touching my hole, and then the unmistakable wet softness of his tongue making contact. I moaned as he gave me my first rim job in years, any doubts or guilt about cheating on my boyfriend were somehow silenced. The waiter’s tongue was replaced with his fingers, this time pushing in a bit. I relaxed to let him in, my hole at least having had some workout over the years from the dildo I used when I was jerking off alone. However, when the waiter pressed his cock against me I immediately knew this was going to be something else altogether as, despite not having seen it yet, I could tell it was huge. Still, I pushed out and tried to relax as best I could, allowing him to gain entry and then slowly, thrillingly, push himself entirely into me. Only once I felt his body pressed against his buttocks did I breathe out, and then took slow gulps of air as I tried to adjust to the mammoth member buried in me. He waited for a minute or two, and then began to slowly pull out and push back in. I could not help but moan in pleasure as he began to fuck, so totally turned on by the depravity of being taken in a back alley by a man I did not know. The fact that he was in me raw only added to the exhilaration. He fucked me pretty hard, and soon accelerated to a ridiculous pace as he neared orgasm. Then, with a roar (the first utterance he had made since telling me to show him my arse), he slammed in and held in place as his dick throbbed inside me. I was being bred in a back alley, and it was fucking awesome. Then, without any ado, he withdrew and I heard him pulling up his own trousers. I reached down for my own jeans and pulled them up, before turning round to see him lighting up another two cigarettes. He handed one to me, and then took a deep puff of his own one. “You stay above?” he asked, pointing up at the apartments on top of the restaurant. “Yes” I croaked. “For two weeks.” “OK” he said. “I fuck you here every night then.” This was not a suggestion or request, that much I could tell, so I just nodded. He then took a couple more deep puffs of his cigarette, flicked the butt out into the alley, and then turned and walked out of the bin pen. I heard the back door of the restaurant slam shut a moment later. I just stood there in a daze, feeling his cum dripping out of me, and smoked the cigarette he had given me. Then I stubbed it out on the side of one of the bins, dropped the butt inside the metal container, and slowly made my way out of the pen and round to my apartment. There was no supermarket visit.

Sitting in the lounge at the airport I finally started thinking through all that had happened, and what would be coming next. There was no way I had not been infected, so that was definitely ahead of me. There was also no way I was going back to being a top, so infection aside, things were probably heading for a kaboom with my boyfriend. I felt excited by the first one, and strangely unemotional about the second. I didn’t much fancy thinking about the conversation to come though, so I took out my phone and started to have a look around for some options. Sure enough, Etsy and eBay between them offered me what I needed, so before I boarded I had taken the first steps in changing up my look a little with orders for some seriously huge silver chains. I also took the plunge and bought a carton of cigarettes at the duty free, deciding that I was going to be free in all senses. Deciding not to delay things, I just blurted it all out to my boyfriend when I got home, and I suppose it made things easier that he chose to grab some of his stuff and leave rather than ordering me out. I was paying the lion’s share of the mortgage, but still might have expected to be the one out on the street given what I had done. I also chose to confide in a friend to give my side of the story before things got out, and then set about preparing for what was to come by buying in various medicines. Sure enough, two days later I woke up feeling like death, and endured a week of flu as I converted. A quick visit to a clinic once I was better confirmed the result. Things did of course fall apart on several fronts. The work done in Athens garnered me a promotion and pay rise so I could afford the mortgage on my own, but my ex-boyfriend saw to the end of a lot of our mutual friendships from my side at least. My own friends were mostly either absent or annoyingly ‘concerned’ about me, but in time it settled down so that I was left with a smaller social group of those who either could not care less or were perhaps themselves a bit more drawn to the kinkier side of life. I decided to stay off meds for a while, enjoying my freedom and offering my gift to others who sought it. Then, about a year later, as I was about to go to bed one night I was startled by a rapping on the door. When I opened it my ex was standing there, with a strange expression on his face. Without speaking I motioned him inside, and he made a beeline for the drinks cabinet and poured himself a whisky. I just stood and watched him as he downed the glass and then poured another. “I need you to poz me” he eventually said. “You do?” I asked. “Yes” he replied. “I need you to poz me, and make me yours again.” I stared at him for a moment, a little unsure what to do, but also feeling something inside that surprised me. I missed him and wanted him back, I realised, but I knew things had changed. “I’m versatile, I need more than one cock to satisfy me, and that’s not going to change” I said. “I know” he replied. “I can be verse, and we can be open.” “We can?” I asked, raising my eyebrows. “Yes” he said. “I think I need to be fucked by other guys too, but I want us to be a thing again.” “A thing?” I asked. “I love you” he said. “I fucking hated you for cheating on me and getting yourself infected, but I think I understand now because I need it too.” “Are you sure?” I asked. “Yes” he said. “I want to be free, like you.” And so it was that, not too long after, I pushed my unmedicated poz cock between my boyfriend’s perky ebony buttcheeks and slid inside him. A couple of hours later I made him prove his versatility by fucking me, before I added a second load to his hole. The next night I made him prove his willingness to share and be shared, as we headed to Hampstead Heath and took everything that came our way. Over the course of the weeks it took to finally gift him, he never wavered and we instead fell right back in love with the true versions of one another. He cried happy tears when his test result came back, and I could not help but join in too. This was never the happy ending I had expected, but it’s funny how these things work out. The waiter had freed not only me but eventually the man it turned out I loved too, and we are now happier than we ever were before. Indeed, I am planning to propose and make it official, and have booked us tickets to Athens so that I can do it there. It just so happens I have managed to rent the same apartment I had before, and the waiter is looking forward to seeing me again and meeting my man. It’s going to be a fab and life-changing holiday, and I cannot wait…

Simon's hand slid over my bottom and his finger probed my hole as I fucked David. It was smeared with lube and slid into me easily, making me gasp as he finger fucked me as I thrust. It felt amazing to have a finger in me at the same time as I fucked. Suddenly. the finger withdrew. I felt Simon's body against my back and his cock starting to push into me. I paused and let him in, and then we both began to thrust, him into me and me into David. The sensation was wonderful and it wasn't long before it tipped me over the edge. "Cumming!" I gasped and shot a heavy load into David's upraised bottom, ecstatically fierce as Simon's cock probed my prostate. My arse muscles tightened in orgasm and Simon growled "Oh yeah...uuuh...cumming!" and shot his second poz load into my throbbing rectum. We hung there in release for a second, me sandwiched helplessly with my cock in David and impaled on Simon's cock, two arse holes filled with cum. Then Simon slid out of me, slapped my bottom and laughed and we broke apart. I slid out of David's bottom and he stood up and stretched. "Thanks, mate" He said, then he and Simon went off and left me panting and eager for more..

For the next three nights, I had the waiter in my bed. Maybe sleeping right above his place of work was convenient, or maybe he just liked fucking me senseless and then going to sleep still buried in my cummy hole. Either way, he was now a regular visitor, and despite the fact I was knowingly taking poz loads from him, I did not resist. Truth be told, something had awoken in me, and I had basically come to terms with the fact that being a top for so long in my relationship had kind of broken me. When I got home, whether my boyfriend stuck around or not, I was going to be poz and I was going to be getting fucked regularly. I came home one afternoon to a note that had been pushed through the door. “I bring someone tonight” it read. I felt my stomach flutter, and decided I needed to focus on being both rested as well as able to enjoy whatever was going to be happening to the fullest. I got on the phone and pushed back an appointment the next day so that I could start late morning, and then showered before lying down. After sleeping for quite a while, somehow used to this semi-nocturnal life I was living, I set about getting myself cleaned out before showering again. I then lubed up, pressed in my dildo, then went and sat out on the balcony to smoke and have a drink. I was undeniably nervous, but also really excited for what would be my first ever threeway. It was around 1am when the buzzer went, and as per the new norm I used the buttons to unlock the building door and then opened my own front door so the waiter could just come in. Moments later he strode into the apartment, but it was the man behind who got my attention this time. He was shorter and older than both of us, but looked pretty muscular. Where the waiter had opted for what I thought were massive chains round his neck and wrists, this other guy was operating on a whole other level. I was surprised he could stand up straight with the size of the piece round his neck. He saw me looking at him, and gave me a wink and a grin. “Hello” he said. “I am here to fuck you.” “OK” was all I could utter in response. “Naked” the waiter barked at me, and I quickly pulled down my shorts and removed my T-shirt in response. “Your bedroom?” the other man asked. I pointed, and then followed him as he made his way in, the waiter right behind me. As I reached the bed I felt a familiar hand on my back, and taking the sign I got up onto the mattress on all fours. The dildo had somehow stayed in place, but it was whipped out of me and in no time the waiter was buried deep inside me again. He got into a firm rhythm straight away, and I just took the fuck while looking up at the other man who was, in turn, watching me. After a few minutes, the other man removed his T-shirt, and I could immediately see that the bare skin of his arms was misleading as his torso was covered in ink. It was an elaborate design involving a cobra wrapped around a huge biohazard symbol centred on his navel. The cobra’s body disappeared round one side of the torso, and perhaps sensing my interest, the man turned around to reveal the design continuing onto his back, with the serpent’s tail evolving into a scorpion’s sting. Like the waiter currently fucking me, this other man wore his tattoos as a statement of intent. After he had shown me his back, the man turned back around, got up onto the bed on his knees, and presented his huge and presumably toxic cock to me to suck. I happily swallowed it down as my body was rocked back and forth by the waiter’s thrusts, and my first spit-roast began. It felt so amazingly right, and I knew then that it was going to be something I sought out a lot more in future. I loved sucking cock and at least got to do that a lot with my boyfriend, but doing it while a massive raw cock reamed out my other end was pure heaven. The waiter eventually blew yet another of his loads in me and withdrew, and the two men swapped positions. I licked and sucked the waiter’s cock to get it clean, doing my best to distract myself as I was stretched even wider by the other man pushing into me. He gave me a moment to adjust before he began to pound me, and this time I could not help but moan around the waiter’s cock as I was fucked. It was intense and a lot to take, but I loved it at the same time and was a little disappointed when he suddenly sped up and blew inside me. After disengaging and notionally throwing on some clothes, we all went out to the small balcony to smoke. The two men spoke in Greek as though I wasn’t there, but gave me some attention again once the cigarettes were finished. I was ushered inside and this time put on my back on the bed. The waiter lifted my legs up, slid into me, and then bent toward so his face was quite close to mine. It was only when he started slightly grimacing that I realised what was happening: the other man was pushing into the waiter’s hole, starting off a chain fuck. “He poz me” panted the waiter. I knew this must have meant that the man who had fucked me earlier was the one who had converted the waiter, who before this point I had assumed was a total top. It was so fucking hot, and as much as I was loving looking up at him making faces as the thrusting began, I knew I had to get to see this happen properly at some point tonight. That opportunity came after a few minutes when the other man sped up a bit, and everything going out of sync caused the waiter’s cock to slip out of me. Before he could re-insert, I pushed myself backwards and rolled away, standing up and turning around to watch. It was so amazing to see that giant of a man bent over and taking the huge cock, his massive neck chain swaying like crazy as he was rocked back and forth. I knew I had to get to fuck him as well, so I went and stood right beside the two of them. The other man maybe sensed what I wanted, and withdrew from the waiter. In a flash I slid in between them and pushed my erect cock into the waiter’s muscular arse. I did a few rapid thrusts before I felt a hand on my back, so I leaned forward and tried to relax as the other man inched his massive cock into my hole. Wow. Being in the middle was definitely something I liked, whether I was on all fours being spit-roasted or taking the ‘versatile’ position in a fuck-chain. Topping the waiter was also a serious rush, especially as it turned out he was a very eager bottom. He was so fucking manly and dominant, but now my neg cock was inside him and he was loving it. I reached down and grabbed his colossal neck chain, gripping it in my hand and pulling it back like the reins on a horse. He seemed to love that, and began pounding himself back against me so that I only had to stand still while he fucked himself on my cock while the other man barrelled slightly vertically into me from behind. This was fucking awesome, but it also took me over the edge far too quickly and I found myself roaring out as I blew inside the waiter. I slumped forward onto his back, and then we both rocked back and forth as the other man gradually worked himself up to orgasm and exploded inside me for a second time that night. All night went on like this. The waiter and I regularly traded places, and on one occasion we were both on all fours next to each other, eyes locked in contact as the other man alternated between us. All of their loads went up my rear end, but I added a couple more of mine into the waiter’s needy hole. I could not believe the transformation in him I had witnessed just because of the other guy’s presence, but it never stopped being a massive turn-on for me. He seemed to know that, but was also quite relaxed about showing me his versatile side. I guess we were pretty similar in that way, and I was also starting to get quite into the idea of investing in some massive chains of my own when I got home given how much I liked the look on the two of them. Whether I ended up covered in poz-themed tattoos was another matter, but perhaps once I inevitably converted I would get into that. Morning came all too soon, and with a final couple of loads delivered into my gaping hole, the two men left. I was utterly fucked out and fell asleep within moments of them leaving, before I then had to get up and go back to being a professional for the rest of the day. That night the waiter was back, and we returned to normal business with him topping me all night and adding a couple more of his poz loads to the collection I was already building inside of me.

For the next two nights I basically repeated that first day, eating in the restaurant in the evening, going to the toilet after paying, and then ending up bent over in the bin pen with the hunky waiter’s raw cock up my arse. On the fourth day, however, I unexpectedly got back to the apartment in the afternoon as the client had to go away to review some work before I could do anything else, and I found myself out on the small balcony off my bedroom lighting up a cigarette. The waiter’s bad influence, along with the sudden freedom I was feeling, had got me back into smoking again while I was free of my boyfriend’s disapproving nagging. While out there the waiter and another staff member appeared below, also stepping out for a cigarette, and he eventually looked up and noticed me. He did not react until the kitchen hand went back inside, at which point he gestured for me to come down. I hurried through the apartment and down the stairs, and when I got into the alley the waiter was standing beside a different door that led down some steps into a basement. I headed in and down into the darkness, and then he must have flipped a switch as a dim bulb came on that barely illuminated a storage area full of boxes, chairs, tables and other restaurant paraphernalia. I turned to look at him as he reached the bottom of the stairs himself, and he pointed to a pile of boxes at the side. I made my way over, and without any need to be told, dropped my shorts and underwear. He gave my hole a quick poke with his fingers before I felt the familiar push of his cock, and shortly afterwards I was being fucked hard once again. He took his time a bit more than the alleyway ruttings though, so by the time he blew in me I felt truly fucked out. Once up in the alley again he lit up a couple of cigarettes and passed me one as per normal. “I come upstairs tonight” he said. “I stay.” Again, this was not a question but a statement, and as usual I just nodded at him. I showed him the address on my phone so he knew which apartment bell to ring, and then he smoked the last of his cigarette, headed for the main back door to the restaurant, and was gone. My nerves really took hold later that night, as I realised I was going to have this man in the apartment all night, and he was basically still a complete stranger. I decided to get my laptop and other valuables hidden away just in case, and then spent a bit of time with the dildo getting myself primed. He hadn’t seemed at all bothered on any of the encounters thus far, but I still decided to detach the shower head as a means of cleaning myself out a bit. It was nearly 2am when the buzzer sounded in the apartment, and I pressed what looked like the correct buttons on the keypad to unlock the front door. A moment later he tapped on the apartment door, and I let him in. He was carrying two half-empty bottles of red wine that I guessed some restaurant patrons hadn’t finished, so I grabbed a couple of glasses from the kitchen and led him through the bedroom to the balcony. We stood out there having some of the wine and smoking a cigarette, neither of us saying a word. His eyes were on me the whole time, something I still found exhilarating even after nearly a week of taking his loads downstairs. Then he gulped down the last of the glass of wine and went back into the bedroom, so I did the same. I pulled the balcony door closed and drew the curtain, before switching on a bedside lamp. “Naked” he said, and I hurriedly pulled down my shorts and removed my T-shirt. Then he unbuttoned the tight, dark blue shirt that he and the other waiters all wore as their outfit, and my world turned upside down. Only part of the epic tattoo designs on his skin had ever been visible to me, but with his body now on full display, I could see that he had inked onto himself what I can only describe as a manifesto. Scorpions on the sides of his torso, thorny rose stems winding everywhere, and on both his upper arms and above his crotch were huge biohazard symbols. “You like” he said, smiling at me. I just gulped in response. “You are neg?” he asked. I nodded, staring back at the tattoo above his balls. “You take prep?” he continued. I paused, before shaking my head. I then looked up at his face, to see his smile had taken on an evil glint. “Then I poz you tonight” he said, very matter-of-factly. “Get on bed.” Obviously I should have ended things there. I should have got him out of the apartment, and then started finding some way to get hold of a course of PEP. I should have engaged my brain. But no, that is of course not what happened. Despite the now overt risk to my health, I found myself climbing onto the bed and getting on all fours. Mere moments later I was bearing down as this toxic stud pushed his raw cock into me for the umpteenth time, willingly giving myself over to my fate. It was a firm and steady fuck, with the waiter taking his time as he had done down in the basement. He eventually pushed me forward, keeping his cock planted inside me as he got me flat on the bed with him lying on my back. It was so gloriously submissive that it almost felt right that he would be leaving part of himself in me forever. Pressed down hard on the bed, feeling him almost consume me as his cock barrelled away deep inside me, a wave of something almost euphoric wash over me. I was his to use, however he wanted, and I would be a different man by the time I went home. That night there were only occasional moments when his cock wasn’t buried in me. Loo and cigarette breaks, or the odd change in position. He took me in every way imaginable, though the hottest was in missionary when we had not broken eye contact once as he fucked me senseless and then filled me with another poz load. We were even able to have some bouts of sleep with his cock still inside me, broken each time by him waking and then starting to fuck me again. It was late morning when we finally stepped out onto the balcony in the sunshine to have a final cigarette, the waiter now dressed again and me just in briefs and a T-shirt. My hole was sore, gaping, and leaking the last of the loads he had planted in there, but I didn’t care. The bedding would all be going in the washing machine soon anyway, so I would also be able to deal with the growing wet patch in the back of my underwear. “When you leave?” he asked, blowing out smoke. “Not for another week” I replied. “That is good” he said, nodding but looking up at the sky. “I bring someone here.” “OK” I said, though not entirely sure what he meant. “Next week” he said. “But I come back tonight.” Nothing more was said, and he was soon gone. Rather later than planned I got myself showered and dressed, figured out the apartment’s washing machine to get the bedding and my dirty clothes in for a cycle, and then logged on to my laptop. Later in the day I went to the client’s office to deal with some clarification questions in person so they could hopefully get their review of the report and proposal completed, and then I was back at the apartment at leisure again. I slept in the evening, and at around 1.30am was awake and lubed for when the waiter returned. We both had less energy than the previous night, and I needed to get up at a sensible hour this time, but we still managed to fuck three times before he left the next day.

Characters Josh--6 ft, 180 lbs, student, all around athlete (swimming, football, gymnastics) , tight body, bubble butt, 8' cock, long black straight hair that hangs over his bright green eyes and the biggest tooth paste grin this side of the Mississippi. The girls just love him and the guys want to be him. He is super straight. Mr. Jaxx-- 6'2", 210 lbs, early 40's, teacher, big muscular build ( extensive weight training), short light brown crew cut, blue piercing eyes that look right through you, and a permanent scowl/smirk that intimidates both the girls and the guys. Wild rumors abound about Mr. Jaxx, everything from being a former porn star with a giant 10 inch cock, to being known to hold students against their will and subject them to all types of unconventional experiments after school hours. His sexuality is unknown and questionable. Some complaints filed by parents in the past and then mysteriously withdrawn. Josh is a transfer student and is late for his first day of school. He finally finishes completing all the necessary paperwork in the main office and is handed his weekly schedule of classes. The first class of the day is Health and Sex Education with Mr. Jaxx. After scouring the halls for the classroom, he rushes in just as the bell rings and class ends. Mr. Jaxx gives a stern quizzical look and asks who Josh is and what does he want? Now quite red faced and almost stammering the boy explains that he is a new student and apologizes for being late to class. He simply got lost trying to find the room. Mr. Jaxx, arches his eyebrow, gives a cold condescending stare to the boy, looks him up and down and in a dismissive tone says to Josh that he does not tolerate lateness and now Josh has detention and must make up the class. Because the school will be closing at the end of the day for a Teacher's Workshop, Mr. Jaxx gives Josh a piece of paper with an address and tells him to be there at 7pm sharp. When Josh arrives at the address he is surprised to find it is in a very sketchy part of town and looks more like an abandoned warehouse than an apartment building. He rings Buzzer 2D, as written on the paper, and gains entry into the building. He knocks on the steel metal door and Mr. Jaxx opens the door wearing white baggy shorts and a black tank top. He tells Josh to come in and have a seat on the well worn thread bare sofa. He offers him something to drink and not wanting to be rude Josh says sure. Mr. Jaxx hands him a glass of juice, unbeknownst to Josh it is laced with a generous amount of G. He tells Josh they will have to improvise since they are not in the classroom and Mr. Jaxx does not have access to his teaching tools. He says he likes to begin his Health and Sex Education class by teaching the negative effects of drug abuse, particularly how it can affect decisions involving sex. He starts by showing Josh a short film which is in essence a gay porn film where the hot guys are smoking meth and after slamming, rip their clothes off and begin having animalistic sex. By now the G is starting to take effect and Josh is feeling very light headed and warm and getting slightly aroused for some strange reason. His head is spinning. He is wondering what is happening to him. Mr. Jaxx stops the film and hands Josh a blue pill and glass of juice and tells him to swallow it. With some confusion he does as he is told and then Mr. Jaxx snaps at him as says, " Lesson #1, how stupid are you? Never take a pill from a stranger. Fortunately I just gave you candy but in another setting this could be dangerous." The teacher then produces a glass pipe and a lighter. He hands the pipe to Josh, lights it and tells him to inhale when he's told to and hold it until he's told to breathe out. Josh hesitates and appears baffled but Mr. Jaxx assures him it's okay and to do what he is told, he's the student and Mr. Jaxx is the teacher. The first hit is a mild one and Mr. Jaxx explains how pure white smoke in a clear glass pipe can seem completely harmless. He has Josh repeat the procedure 5 more times, each time making him inhale more and hold it longer. The G, viagra and now the t is taking the desired effect and Josh is feeling very strange, very horny and quite unsure what is happening to him, it feels sort of good but at the same time feels very wrong if that makes any sense. Mr. Jaxx then says the next step is a lesson on what to do if you come across someone who has overdosed. He explains and demonstrates how to tie a tourniquet on the person's arm and then says you inject him with the Narcissan drug to save his life. He tells Josh in this case, they will only be using water, although any clear liquid will do and the person (err victim) will cough and that is normal. He injects Josh with a mega dose. Mr. Jaxx says it's now time to discuss anatomy and safe sex. He says since he doesn't have the classroom mannequins sp Josh will need to play the role of the dummy, err mannequin. Mr. Jaxx instructs Josh to strip and get naked. The slam pushed him over the edge between the clouds, viagra and the g he is putty in Mr. Jaxx's hands. The teacher discusses the various human body parts, such as the penis, vagina and the ass and the correct way to have intercourse. He proceeds to lube Josh's hole and shoves several fingers up his ass. The boy moans and clamps down on the fingers and lets out an audible ''no' when the teacher removes them . Mr. Jaxx asks Josh if he is gay or straight and in a loud almost defiant tone Josh says 'I'm 100 % straight. Mr. Jaxx just sneers to himself and nods. Next he says there are tests to determine whether a person is gay or straight. If you are a man you either place your penis in the vagina or the asshole. He says since Josh doesn't have a vagina he will demonstrate using Jack's hole. He says always wear protection unless you are married and want to have children. The teacher then says there are certain things you should not do and he will go down the list. First, never put a penis in your mouth. It can be quite unhealthy. As he says this he shoves his penis into Josh's mouth and tells him to start sucking it. He slaps him very hard on the side of his head and says 'no teeth'! Second, he withdraws his cock from Josh's mouth and says 'never' fuck bareback, it can be dangerous and you can get Aids and as he tells him he shoves his raw dick into Josh's well lubed hole. Third, he tells him never ever go to a stranger's apartment as you never know what can happen. He proceeds to rape Josh mercilessly depositing loads and loads of cum up his once negative and now ravaged hole. Fourth and finally he tells Josh that the whole episode is being filmed and that if the boy tells anyone he willl release the tape on the internet and send copies to his parents and other teachers. He tells Josh that he is going to be Mr. Jaxx's new private whore and anytime he wants his ass he is going to take it. He also is going to be sharing it with others and making some money off his ass. Josh has been taught a valuable lesson from his new teacher. Never be late to class again! Reply ,

@Medwaym Wouldn't be one of my stories with it, lol @nymidtowneast Who knows? Lots of characters in play in the later chapters. @PozBearWI Definitely one of several possibilities I had written down @BoYGaSM Who knows.... not me.... 😛 @LthrRaw Glad you enjoyed it. Definitely where I am going with the story. @curiousaboutbb Sorry, was busy last week and this. Just got a chance to finish the chapter. @pozpopperpig Sorry for the delay. Hope this chapter is up to par. @leatherpunk16 Yeah, I try to be as complete on my scene building and mapping out what the character is doing as I can. There will be a few twists, that can be certain. 😉 Sorry for the delay this week. Had to work extra and just got a day off today. Hope everyone enjoys! And as always, don't hesitate to make suggestions or guesses. Never know what might be correct or added to the story. 🙂 ---------------- Lesson 5: The Seed- Finding Purpose and Happiness in Life and Work Quickly, I shoved the cash quickly back into the envelope and stuffed it in my back pocket before walking into the kitchen and set the bag on the counter. Turning my attention to the box of cigars, I took it out and quickly counted how many there were. Taking in the dark brown sticks, clad in a bright red wrapper and a scorpion on the side, I did a quick bit of mental math. I would have to smoke at least 3 a day to finish them in a week. Looking over at the clock, which now proudly said 12:07, I looked around for the list left by my parents, inwardly glad there would plenty of time to get everything done, smoke the first cigar, and then get ready for the dinner tonight. I worked quickly in silence, vaguely aware at the slick damp feeling in my asscrack as two fresh poz loads slowly seeped out of the abused remains of my ass. Satisfied the dishes were loaded and running, the laundry was collected and running, and making a quick run around downstairs with the small vacuum my mom kept in the kitchen, I then sat down at the kitchen table before pulling out the first cigar. Previously, Mike and Greg had either given me their already prepared cigars, or in the case of today, an already prepared unlit one. My memory quickly went back to watching them cut and prep them the night before. Still slightly unsure, I decided to turn to the internet, hoping there would be decent instructions on how to cut it. As soon as I opened my phone, a sudden ding of a new message caused me to nearly drop it. Just as Greg had promised, it was a group text with a picture of me in the sling. Holy fuck, I thought to myself, I look so fucking hot. There on the screen was me, legs up in the air with a gaping open asshole, glossy white cum drooling out of the wrecked remains of my tight asshole, and my freshly shot load sprayed across my face and chest. The look on my face was one I had seen a few times on a porn of someone after a hard fucking; eyes slightly glazed, face flushed, and a trail of cigar smoke drifting up from the short cigar nub sticking out of my jaw. I really did looked like a freshly fucked whore on one of the BDSM sites I had checked out on a whim one night a year or two ago. Instantly, I felt my dick get harder and my asshole got a slight ache, reminding me of the fun I had just had. I eventually had to shake myself out of it as I saw the tell-tale bubble with three dots appear as Mike typed out his reply. Damn! I missed you smoking your first full cigar! Mike’s message popped up quickly, followed by, You look so fucking sexy boy! Wish I could have stayed and fed you more. Feeling myself blush slightly, I could only muster a quick thanks, before minimizing the text and going to the web, looking up quickly how to properly cut a cigar. Following the instructions to the letter, I cut the cigar, and hoping it was correct, swept the remains of the cigar’s cap into my hand, as I learned it was called. Tossing the bits of tobacco into the trash, I grabbed the lighter and stepped out the back door into my yard, shoving my phone into my pocket. “Jesus…” I groaned to myself, as the heat and humidity hit me with actual physical force, the epitome of the midwestern summer, “It’s like the ass crack of Stan today." Slowly, I trudged towards the woods lining our property line, cigar in one hand and lighter in the other. I was hoping that maybe in the shade, it would be better to smoke the cigar, knowing that if I were to try and smoke it in the sun, I’d likely melt or die of heat exhaustion. There was only some relief as I stepped into the shade, making my way deeper into the woods. Growing up, I was thankful that there was a park so close to our house, with just a 5 minute walk through the woods to reach the path. Today I was actually equally glad, though I guess for a different reason. Eventually I reached about 2/3 of the way to the park path, finally cooling off in the shade of the trees and sitting on the trunk of an old fallen tree. Thankfully it was probably a good ten degrees cooler under the trees. Sitting down, I slowly let myself catch my breath, realizing that the short walk in the humidity had actually taken my breath away somewhat. Looking at the cigar in my hand, I contemplated what to do next for a moment. Should I light the cigar first, then take a selfie, or take it while? Quickly, I decided on the former, and thinking back to what Greg had done, I lit my lighter and held the flame under the foot of the cigar. I slowly began to puff on it, rotating it between puffs. Instinctively, I felt my dick begin to harden. Satisfied I had it lit, I took it out of my mouth, looking at the end of the cigar. Thankfully, it was fully lit, with an even bright red cherry across the foot as the internet had instructed. Shoving it back in my mouth, I began to puff on it. Looking around, I took in the quiet scenery, while slowly rubbing my dick on the outside of my shorts. After a few minutes, I pulled out my phone and took a quick selfie before sending it to the group text. Horny, I pulled down my pants and began to stroke my dick, as I puffed on the large cigar in my mouth. A quick sound of a twig breaking caused me to suddenly rocket upright and look around, afraid someone had somehow came upon me while feeling myself up half naked in the woods. My heart started beating hard as I pulled the cigar out of my mouth, like a scared kid who had just had his parents walk in on him. However, I saw nothing there. No person telling me off, not even an animal. Letting out a sigh of relief, I let out a large cloud of smoke I hadn’t even been aware of sucking in. Suddenly, the sound of my phone dinging caused me to jump. Quickly, I opened the phone and looked at the screen. Fuck yeah, good to see you’re an eager smoke pig, Greg had replied, quickly followed by a grinning devil. Soon after I got a message from Mike, I want you make sure to suck that thick smoke down. Feed those lungs and make your daddies proud. Still feeling slightly jumpy for no reason, I slowly began to walk through the woods, puffing on the cigar and sucking in most of the smoke, only occasionally coughing slightly from the strong smoke. Time flew by rather quickly as I was quickly over half way done smoking the cigar. The whole time, my cock was hard and throbbing in my shorts, the feeling of the rough fabric of the jock rubbing against my cock head slowly driving me crazy. Suddenly, a somewhat wicked thought crossed my mind, and switching to my camera app, I pulled my pants and the jock back down, before posing with my cock in hand. Moving the cigar to the corner of my mouth, I eventually got the phone positioned down and took a quick video of me sucking in a large draw on the cigar, while slowly jacking my cock, before groaning out a cloud of smoke. I then sent the short clip to Greg and Mike, and walked over to a tree and leaned against it, smoking more and working my cock, occasionally spitting on my cock and using it as lube. Feeling more and more horny, reached around to my hole with a free hand and slowly began to finger myself. Eventually I looked down at my feet when I noticed the used condom. The sight surprised me at first. I had heard of rumors that guys would hook up in the woods in the park, but growing up, I’d never seen any evidence of it before. Moving it slightly with my foot, I had to admit I was impressed. Not only did it look to be a magnum, but whoever it belonged to must cum by the bucketful, as the condom looked almost more like a water balloon. My mind began to wander, imaging myself in the woods late at night bent over and taking a load from this mysterious stranger when my phone dinged again. Pulling out my fingers from my well fucked hole, I pulled the mostly smoked cigar from my mouth, and then stuck the cum coated digits into my mouth, enjoying the taste of poz cum on my tongue before looking at my messages. Hot fucking neg smoker pig. Thinking of us breeding you while you haul on that cigar? Mike asked, before a picture of his hard dick showed on my screen. Next, Greg’s message came across the screen. Can’t wait to lock that cock of yours up and make you go beg for loads from random strangers like a proper cumdump. No loads refused. Fuck that sounds hot, I replied, jerking my cock faster as I imagined exactly that. A random group of faceless men all lined up to take a turn at my hole, bent over a fallen tree as I smoked a fat cigar. In my imagination, one of the guys fucking me leaned over before growling in my ear “Fucking take my diseased load, whore,“ and then with one final slam, the guy buried himself deep in my ass and flooded it with his cum. Suddenly, I felt my balls tighten up before shooting a massive load on the ground. As I continued shooting, I felt myself drawing hard on the cigar, desperate to feed my lungs the smoke. Breathlessly, I felt my whole lower abdomen shudder as the aftershock of my ejaculation shook my body. Pulling the mostly smoked cigar out of my mouth, I dropped it on the ground before crushing it under my foot. Slowly I let myself recover, amazed at how hard and how much cum I had shot at the idea of being a whore in the park at night. Spent and feeling slightly boneless, I pulled my pants and jock back up, not bothering to wipe the remaining cum from my cock before trudging back through the woods back to my house. ——— Dinner was a boring affair as always. Mom gushing about my sister and her impending wedding plans near the end of the summer. Endless questions about caterers and flowers and the invitations. My brother, dad and fiancé heatedly talked about whatever team they were wanting to go to the Super Bowl, and other statistics, with me just agreeing in a bored tone of voice with whatever thing my dad would ask me for agreement about the college team at my school. Unfortunately, our family had a strict no cellphones at the table rule. Eventually my attention turned to the hot waiter at the other tables, my mind fantasizing about the sizable bulge in his pants. Imagining what we would do, how he’d compare to Greg and Mike, what his status might be. “Everything ok sweetheart,” my mother suddenly asked, drawing my attention away from my thoughts suddenly. “Huh?” I asked, not really registering what she had asked. “God, why can’t you act like you want to be here Riley,” my sister pouted, crossing her arms across her chest and her voice getting into that fake annoying high pitched she’d use while we were kids to get sympathy from my parents, “You just can’t stand not being the center of attention for once, can you? Just out to ruin everything of mine!” “Uh… No…,” I replied, perplexed at the sudden childish behavior coming from her, not seeing one of her tantrums for years, “What’s your problem?” “Jen, baby, he’s probably just tired from mowing those yards today,” her fiancé replied in a sickly sweet tone, apparently used to this behavior and trying to calm her down. For a second, I was going to thank him for his stepping in. And then I realized I’d forgotten his name. Erin… Erin… something with a E, I thought to myself, my mind struggling to remember it. “Yeah, sorry Jen, just tired. It was just really hot today,” I said lamely, as I mouthed a thank you as my sister turned away, pouting like a child, “What was the question?” “Marcus was just asking if you got your tux yet for the wedding next month,” my mom said with a sigh, rubbing her hand on my sister’s back trying to calm her down before she got up and stormed off, my mother following quickly behind. “Oh, um, yeah,” I said mentally kicking myself at still getting the guys name wrong, “I’ll pick it up next week. Sorry.” “No worries man, she’s just worried about everything being perfect for the wedding,” Marcus replied, shooting a warm smile at me and looking directly in my eyes, “Let me know when you get it done and I’ll make sure Jen gets the message.” I shuffled slightly in my seat, suddenly keenly aware that Marcus was actually not bad looking, and my jock was definitely rubbing on my semi hard cock again. Thankfully the check for dinner came shortly after, and one quiet car ride later, I went upstairs and changed to my preferred tank top and basketball shorts. The sun was finally down, and the temperature, although still muggy, was now decent. Looking at my phone, I was actually somewhat sad that there was still no reply after the afternoon’s events from Greg or Mike. Sighing, I pulled out my laptop and slowly started scrolling through several porn sites, making sure the volume was off as I browsed, hearing my brother’s tv from the other room through the paper thin walls. Leaning over the side of the bed, I dug through my backpack before finally finding my wireless earbuds. Putting them in and connecting them to the laptop, I slowly started skimming porn, not really finding much to interest me. I sat there for a second, frustrated, before deciding on a whim starting a search for things like poz and bug chasing. Several videos later, I felt my dick throbbing hard, and my balls ached for release. Looking over at the clock, I suddenly realized it was now 11pm, and pulling out one of the earbuds, listened for any sounds. All that met me was the muted sounds of my brother snoring in the other room, and the dull sound of waves from my parent’s white noise machine. Leaning back over the edge of the bed again, I pulled out from under the bed the lighter and one of cigars, thankfully already prepped earlier while I was still alone in the house. Quietly, I went downstairs, before slipping on a pair of old tennis shoes and making my way into the woods, thankful for the nearly full moon lighting my way. Satisfied I was out of sight from my house, I quickly got the cigar lit and started walking towards the park path, knowing that I could use the light from one of the street lamps along it for the photo. Slowly I trudged through the deeper part of the woods, using my phone’s flashlight to light the way as I quietly puffed away on the cigar, occasionally inhaling hard and enjoying seeing the large cloud of smoke coming out of me. Finally, I made it to the path, and made my way to one of the benches. Sitting down, I took a quick shot of myself, spreading my legs and puffing on the cigar before taking the picture and sending it. I sat there for a few minutes smoking in silence, waiting for a reply before finally guess that Greg and Mike had to be in bed. After a few minutes, I noticed two guys briefly make eye contact with me before suddenly walking off the path and into the dark woods. Amused, I knew immediately that this had to be where the rumors of people cruising the park and fucking in it at night came from. Curious, I wondered to myself if one of them was Mr. Big Shot, as I had nicknamed the mystery guy who had filled the condom in my mind. Slowly I let my hand drift to my crotch and occasionally rubbed it when someone came walking down the path, quickly making eye contact with me. I straightened up out of reflex, sitting properly on the bench. The man was dressed somewhat similar to me, with black hair, and a baseball cap on backwards, a slight beard on his face. Thinner than me but taller. Easily 10 years older. Stopping, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a red and white pack of cigarettes. Expertly, he flipped the pack open and bringing it to his lips before closing the box again and putting it in his pocket. Patting his pockets, he let out a muttered curse before walking up to me. “Hey man, got a light” he asked, his voice deep. I wordlessly reached into my pocket before pulling out the lighter and handed it to him. I watched as his quickly lit up and took a deep drag on the cigarette before tilting his head back and blowing out a huge cloud of smoke with a sigh. “Fuck I needed that,” he said, handing me back the lighter, “Thanks man.” “Um, sure,” I said, unsure what to say and feeling suddenly horny watching the guy hauling the smoke in, “No problem.” “Why don’t we walk together and I’ll give you a proper thank you,” he asked, looking down at the bulge in my pants as my my cock threatened to pop out of the jock. “Uh… I… sure,” I said, making it sound more like a question instead of an answer. Getting up, I followed behind the man as we suddenly took a sharp right off the path, working deeper into the woods, with only the faint light from the lamp post and the moonlight to lead the way. Unsure if this would be ok, I contemplated texting Mike and Greg to get permission, but then the fact they were likely asleep crossed my mind again. I stopped myself and thought back to the texts earlier in the day. They seemed keen to the idea of me getting fucked by strangers. But still, a part of me wanted to make sure. Thankfully, the guy didn’t leave me of a choice as he suddenly stopped and turned around, pulling my pants and jock down and giving my dick a few tugs. Hopefully they wouldn’t mind me getting a random blowjob. “Nice piece of meat there, man,” he said, and suddenly he was kneeling down on the ground, and after taking a hard drag on the cigarette, began to immediately deep throat my dick. I fought the urge to start moaning as I let the guy go to town, sucking my cock. Occasionally, he’d pull off before taking a huge draw on the cigarette before going back to sucking me hard. I stood there and tried to hold off on cumming, enjoying the feeling of his throat hugging my dick as I began to match each deep draw on the cigar with his cigarette. Slowly my free hand drifted the back of his head, gently guiding him how fast and slow I wanted him to go before finally I felt myself getting close. “Fuck, I’m getting close, man,” I groaned quietly, feeling the load building in my balls. Suddenly, he pulled off, and slowly started working my cock, delaying me. “Suck me off after,” he asked, moving his hand up and down as he took another drag off the cigarette. “Yeah man,” I groaned, wanting to feel the release of of my load. Suddenly, he dove down on my cock and started sucking it hard and fast, quickly making me shoot. His mouth was like a vacuum, sucking every last drop of my cum out and swallowing it. I could only hold the back of his head to keep him from moving as I puffed hard and fast on my cigar as I kept pumping shot after shot down his throat. Finally, he began to tap on the front of my thighs, and pulled my quickly softening cock out of his mouth. “Tasty load, guy,” he said, flicking the spent cigarette off into the dark as he stood up, “Mind if I smoke that while you suck me? That thing smells awesome.” I nodded, giving him the mostly smoked cigar and watched as he immediately started hauling on the cigar while pulling his pants down, surprisingly not wearing any underwear. I let him slowly push my head down to his cock and I began to suck it, hoping I would be able to fit the large member into my mouth. Looking up at his stomach, I noticed a few tattoos, but in the low light, I couldn’t make out much. Languidly, he began to fuck my mouth, holding both hands on my head as he took long strokes in and out of my mouth, all the while taking hard hauls on the cigar. Slowly I worked my hand up to his asshole, surprised to find it slick. “Yeah, got a several anon loads at the toilets earlier,” he chuckled, “Hope you don’t mind.” I began to finger him with first one then several fingers, slowly working his prostate as his began to take irregular stocks. “Fuck yeah man,” he growled around the cigar, his grip on my hard tightening, “Work those loads in me and swallow my swimmers all down.” I could taste the precum flowing out of his cock as I worked his prostate even more. “Fuck, here’s it comes man,” he said, suddenly pulling back and jacking his surprisingly large dick out almost all the way, leaving only the head in my mouth, “Slurp my jizz down man!” Suddenly, he was cumming, quickly flooding my mouth as I struggled to swallow the massive amount of creamy cum as it felt like an endless stream of sperm shot out. Eventually, after several mouthfuls, he sighed and pulled out, wiping his dick along the side of my face. Pulling me up, he brought me close to him before taking a deep drag on the cigar, before locking lips with me and making out. We stood there for a few minutes, the taste of each others' loads and the smoke mixing on our entwined tongues before finally he pulled back. “Thanks for the light man,” he said, grinning as he suddenly pulled his pants up and began to walk off. “Thanks… you too,” I said breathlessly, still recovering from the high of what we had just done. “Hope I can catch you around, maybe drop a load in each other,” he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the cigarettes again, this time with using my spent cigar to light it as he walked off. Quietly, I pulled my pants up and after making sure I had my phone and lighter, I made my way back through the woods. I snuck back into the house and after putting my phone back on the charger, promptly passed out on my bed.

The next two nights were the same, but then the prospect of my imminent departure suddenly became a thing. “We go out tonight” said the waiter, as he got dressed on my penultimate morning there. “I finish early, you be ready.” Well, I was as ready as I could be when he did indeed show up that night, and I duly followed him back downstairs to a motorbike parked in the alley. I put on the spare helmet and then sat behind him holding on to his impressive torso as we took off into the Athens night. We ended up a remote part of the perimeter of the abandoned old airport, and after he parked and secured the bike we walked to an opening in the fence and climbed through. He seemed to know where he was going so I just followed him through the darkness until we reached one of the disused Olympic venues. We wandered into the structure below the stands until he was happy with a chosen spot, and then he told me to strip. I took off everything except my jockstrap, then slid my trainers back on to protect my feet. It was hard to see what I was doing, so I took his direction as he used the light from his phone to indicate a steel beam I should bend over. Within a moment of getting into position he started to push his cock into me, and I settled in for yet another poz breeding. He took his time, and I realised he was probably just stalling until some others arrived. I was right, as eventually a couple of guys turned up, followed by a few more. I guess the waiter decided there was enough of an audience, and accelerated his thrusts until he slammed in one final time and unloaded in me. Once he had come down from his high, he pulled out and someone else replaced him. I couldn’t really see who was there, as what light there was from phones was pointed at me so they were all in he gloom beyond. The second guy fucked me quite roughly, bred me, and then was replaced by a third. At this point, however, the waiter bent over next to me on the beam, and he was soon rocking back and forth as someone fucked him. He groaned slightly for a bit as he got used to it, but then as he adjusted he turned to me. “All poz” he panted. I had assumed as such, but my dick still got harder at the confirmation that I was being fucked anonymously by a crowd of poz men outdoors while trespassing. This really was a sordid way to see out my time in Athens! The waiter took a load or two, and then stood up and disappeared out of view. I stayed where I was, being taken in turn by various men and enjoying the variety of shapes and sizes of cocks that were being thrust into me. In due course another man bent over where the waiter had been and took a load, and a while after another guy did the same. Then the waiter was back, and this time stayed put as men used us side by side. Despite my initial impression of him, he did seem to actually be quite an eager bottom. It still turned me on like crazy to have him next to me getting fucked just as hard as I was, given what an expert top he was in our normal sessions. Eventually the numbers thinned out, and after two men blasted into us almost simultaneously, the festivities were over. My back and legs ached as I stood up straight for the first time in what must have been hours, and I was very glad of the water bottle and lit cigarette the waiter passed to me. Once we had both recovered a bit we used some tissues to clean up the excess cum from our arses and legs, and then started the walk back to the bike in silence. It was a bit uncomfortable sitting on the motorbike for the journey home, so I was glad when we got back. Without a word said the waiter accompanied me upstairs to the apartment, and we took a shower together before climbing into bed naked. He got into the big spoon position behind me, pushed his cock into my gaping hole, and then we drifted off to sleep. The next day was my last in Athens, and it started with a gentle fuck before the waiter disappeared off. After another shower I headed to the office for the final handover of the project to the client, and then came back to pack and start cleaning the place up a bit. The waiter showed up at the end of the night again, and we didn’t do much sleeping as he was focused on giving me as many loads as he could muster. Unlike normal I spent most of the time on my back with our eyes locked together, no words really needing to be said as this ‘project’ was also taken to its conclusion. Then, in the morning as we sipped on some coffee, the waiter wrote down his mobile number on a slip of paper and handed it to me. “You tell me when poz” he said, and I just nodded. Then he was gone.

In early March last year, I drove to Burlington, Vermont for a quick overnight business trip. This was my first time there and I didn’t know much about Burlington other than it is a college town. As I drove to the downtown area, there were a lot of college students walking around the campus, which was next to the business district. Now, I am a 50 something DILF with blue eyes and a shaved head, and a body that shows my dedication to hitting the gym every day. I try to stay healthy because I recently found a year ago that I am poz. I am not sure when I got the bug, and I'm not on any meds yet, even though my viral load is through the roof. I had a reservation at the Hilton and checked in early. It was about 1:00 pm, and I had not had lunch yet, so I started to look for a place to eat. I drove into a parking garage and as I was looking for an open spot, I saw an older couple and two guys who appeared to be college students – I assumed that mom and dad were visiting their sons. As I drove past, the younger man and I locked eyes. This guy was probably 20 years old, had curly blond hair, and he was adorable. I am not usually attracted to twinks, but he was eye candy indeed. With the car finally parked, I had to find a restaurant. As I walked out of the garage, I noticed a little diner-style restaurant featuring Mexican cuisine, so I checked it out. There was a free table and I grabbed it. As I sat down, I looked up and the twink from the garage was seated with his family two tables away. Once again, our eyes locked and then he looked away. He was even more sexy close-up. During my meal, every couple of minutes, I caught the guy checking me out. Then, I did something never do. I reached into my pocket and found a slip of paper and wrote “Hilton Hotel, room 305, 8 pm”. About 15 minutes later, I noticed that the other table was getting ready to leave. As the twink stood up to put on his jacket, I got up to go to the mens room and made eye contact. As I brushed by him, I discreetly passed the slip of paper into his hand. Our eyes glanced, and then I moved past him. After lunch, I took care of business matters, and then I hit the hotel gym. At about 7:45, I left the gym without any idea if the sexy guy was going to show up, or if he trashed the note. I opened the door to my room and turned on the TV and took a shower. As I got out of the shower, I heard a light knock on the door. With just a towel wrapped around my waist, I opened the door a crack and saw the sexy twink, five minutes early. He said “Hi” as I invited him in. I introduced myself and he said his name was Dave. I told Dave to make himself comfortable and he kicked his sneakers off. He said that he was glad I gave him the note but he was very nervous. I told him to relax and put my hand up to his face and we started kissing. Dave smelled freshly showered and without cologne. He unbuttoned his shirt and then he pulled my towel off. Dave had a nicely muscled chest with a light dusting of golden hair. He looked down at my flaccid cock. "I've never seen a guy with a P.A. before. Did it hurt?" he asked. "Yeah, it hurt but just for a second. Take it in your mouth , but don't chip a tooth." I replied, smiling. I put some light pressure on his shoulders and he knelt down in front of my cock and took it in his mouth. Clearly, it wasn't the first cock he sucked. After a few minutes I lifted him up and suggested we get comfortable on the bed. He still had his jeans on, but I was naked as I lay next to him and began kissing him again, focusing on his lips, neck and ears before eventually licking his pert little nips. He was responding very favorably and I unbuttoned his jeans and said, "Let's slide these off." Dave was on his back and I pulled his jeans off. He was wearing a white Bike jockstrap, which made my already hard cock stiffen further. I was on top of him, kissing him, licking those golden hairy pits, lightly nibbling on his nips. He was quietly moaning and his ankles were resting on the backs of my thighs. Dave had a treasure trail which led down to his jockstrap and I followed it. The jockstrap was stretched tight trying to contain the his erection, which was about 7 inches, as well as a seemly hairy crotch. I breathed in the aroma of his cock through the jockstrap, and mouthed it through the material. Then, as I did with his jeans, I pulled the jockstrap off of him, freeing his beautiful cock, which slapped against his 6 pack. I licked from his perineum, to his hairy nuts and up along his cock to the tip of his cock head. Then I slowly took his cock head into my mouth and down until it was in my throat. His cock was oozing sweet precum and I couldn't resist sucking it, but I didn't want him to cum anytime soon. So, I pushed his legs up with his knees toward his chest and started to eat his beautiful ass. Dave's ass cheeks had just a peach fuzz of hair, but there was more hair in his ass crack. He gasped loudly as I started to rim him. Again, I could smell the freshness of his ass after a fresh shower -- it seems that he had prepared. "OMG, no one has ever rimmed me before. It feels better than I imagined it would." Dave said. I replied, "Really? You've never been rimmed?" He said, "No. I've only seen it on porn. As far as guys go, I've only kissed and traded blow jobs with dudes. And I fucked my old girlfriend from last year before I came out." At that moment, I knew I needed to paint the inside of this hot little guy. I told him to flip over, so he laid down flat on his stomach. I reached over to the bed side table and got a bottle of massage oil and a little brown bottle of Iron Horse. I said, "Just relax Dave. You're going to enjoy this." I poured some of the oil on his back and started to massage him. I pushed the stress of the day right out of his neck and shoulders. He cooed, "Oh that feels so fucking good!" I pour more oil onto my hands and then massaged his arms. I admired his bulging biceps and triceps. Dave knew his way around a gym like a good gay boy should. Then I poured some oil on the base of his back. I worked on his lower back, his glutes and then his legs. He was in a state of both horniness and relaxation from my labor of lust. I left the bottle of oil at the foot of the bed next to the unopened bottle of poppers for later. Then I spread his ass cheeks with my hands and dove face first into his crack. I began to deep rim him while pinning his thighs to the bed to control the vibe of the scene. He gasped as my tongue went past his first ring and started to slither in him. He said, "God, I need you to fuck me so bad!" I replied, "There's plenty of time for that." I wanted to heighten his level of sexual urgency. With him still face-down on the bed, I laid-down on top of him with my 8 incher landing lengthwise in his crack. With all the oil I used on him, we were slick against each others bodies - my chest flat on top of his back. Dave tried to maneuver his ass so that my cock would enter him, but I was in control of him and the situation and would let him do that. I began to tease his hole by putting the tip of my cock up to the hole, but not penetrating him at all, and then sliding lengthwise along his crack again. I did this for about ten minutes as my precum mixed with the oil in his ass crack. Then I flipped him on his back. I pushed his knees up to his chest and began to eat his ass again. It still seemed very tight. So I reached back and grabbled the bottle of massage oil and dribbled some in his ass with him still in missionary position. Then I put his ankles on my shoulders and I traced around his asshole with my finger, then I slowly worked my finger into him. "Keep breathing. Tell me if I hurt you and I'll stop" I told him. "I'm good. Keep going." he replied. I started to massage his prostate and he groaned. "Fuck that feels so weird and good," Dave said. I told him, "I'm going to add another finger. Keep breathing and tell me how you're feeling." I added the second digit and he tensed up, so I instructed him to breath. He relaxed and started to enjoy it. When I took my fingers out of him, his hole was gaping. It was time. I started to rub the length of my cock along his ass crack. Every so often, I touched the tip of my cock to his hole, which still gaped a bit. Then I told him to breath deep and I pushed the tip of my cock head into his hole. "Oh my god, oh my god, it really hurts," he cried. I stopped and held my cock so the head was just inside him and reached back to grab the bottle of Iron Horse. "Have you ever used poppers?" I asked. "I know what they are but no, not yet," he replied. I broke the seal of the bottle and opened it. "I'm going to hold it to your nostril. Make sure you don't let the liquid get in your nose, but breath the fumes deeply into one nostril and hold for five seconds and then do the same with the other nostril," I instructed. I moved the bottle to his nostril and he did what I said. Then I capped the bottle. Dave's head went back and his hole body seemed to relax as I pushed my cock head into him. I kept a steady push until my nuts were against his taint and I stayed still. I handed him the bottle this time and told him to do it again, which he did. "How you doing, buddy?" I asked. "Please just pound me...you feel so good," was his response. Dave's cock was rock hard and drooled precum on his abs. I picked up the pace and started pounding him. On each stroke, I withdrew so that my cock head was outside of his ring but still barely in him, then I pushed into the hilt. After a few of these, Dave held the bottle up to his nose and huffed again. I was all-out railing him and he cried out, "I think I'm going to cum!" I knew I needed to cum in him fast or the window of opportunity might close, so I pounded him so hard the bed was hitting the wall. Suddenly, I groaned and came in Dave balls-deep. He jerked his cock a few more times and his load hit his face. I bent over and licked the cum off of his adorable face and snowballed it to him. I rolled over on my back pulling him on top of me while my softening cock was still in him. He straightened out, releasing my cock and he laid down on top of me. "That was so hot," he said. I had to agree. I suggested that he get in the doggy position. I got behind him and told him to push the load out of his ass. I lapped all of it up and swallowed. "You might need an abortion after that!" I said and we both chuckled. We laid in bed for a few minutes. Then Dave said he probably needed to go because he had a lab the next morning at 7:30 am. So he got dressed and I put on a robe. I saw him to the door and gave him a parting kiss. I don't know for certain that I knocked Dave up, but I'd say it's likely. He had no way to contact me. But he probably didn't feel well about two weeks after our romp.

I needed to fuck a freshly loaded hole so I got my buddy, Steve and Drew’s mate, Dwayne over this morning. I watched as first Steve pumped his load deep in Drew’s arse then Dwayne emptied his balls in Drew’s hole. I pressed my hard cock on Drew’s hole and pushed in. Fuck! A wave of our buddies’ hot sperm enveloped my cock and flowed over my balls. I mixed their seed and shot my own load inside Drew. My was dripping cum from his arse and never looked so fucking hot. I buried my face in his crack and ate him out.

Well I wasn't expecting this story to be so popular so I guess I can give part 2 a shot! Hope you like it as much as the first part. Again sorry for any grammar mistakes 😅. Part 2 As I was getting dressed I felt that there was still cum on me in various spots clinging to my clothes. I can't stand the feeling so I quickly take them back off and decide to take a quick rinse. I set my clothes, gear, and phone in the corner and headed into the shower area. Unfortunately they weren't exactly private. "OH your still here nice!" I jumped thinking I was alone. "I'm just rinsing off and heading out" "Aww that's a shame my buddy just got here and when I told him about you he was pumped to get a turn" "Wait so you fucked me?" "Yeah, you were pretty popular had to wait my turn but damn was it worth it" "Glad you enjoyed yourself, but that wasn't something I had the choice of doing." I explained the situation to him, he seemed shocked and apologized for his part in it. All the while his cock came to life rock hard leaking a bit of precum from the story I told him. "I had no idea, I thought being bound and used was just a kink of yours" "Well it is, but in a controlled environment, I like to have some say" "I wanna make it up to you, I have a pair of cuffs that that you can have. They have a safety latch so you don't have to worry about a key. Whoever is with you can just push that latch and boom your free!" I thought about it a bit, and decided to take him up on his offer and take the cuffs as I left. "Okay let me just throw on my clothes my husband's waiting for me in the car so I'll just grab it and go." "You can put them on in my room, don't want to draw another crowd. Besides I wanna make sure my friend didn't run off with them already" Well hearing that made me nervous and to afraid to attract another crowd I listened, grabbed my clothes and phone and followed him thru a maze of rooms. "Here we are" He unlocked the door to let us in and I was surprised at how big the room was. I thought there was only small ones. More surprisingly tho the room had about 8-10 people fucking a bottom, he was surprisingly quite for the fucking he was receiving. "This our replacement bottom for the party?" A big burly bear type was steering at me strocking his big pierced cock. "No he just came for a little gift, he's tho one I was telling you about that was bound in the swing" "Fucking hot man, sure you don't want to have another go?" I told him I was fine that I needed to get back to the hubby, just wanted to take the cuffs and go. I couldn't stop looking at the fucking happening before me "Ahh well the cuffs are in one of those bags, here have a drink relax a little while he grabs it" He got up and handed me a bottle of gateraid. I contemplated it and figured I was extremely parched. So I walked over grabbed the bottle and chugged it down. I was alot more thirsty than I thought. He was grinning at me as I sat on the bed, I felt a bit light headed. "I need to get dressed my husband's waiting for me" "You sure I could really use a hole to shove this in" He was rubbing my thigh while stroking his cock. His hand started exploring my body working it's way to my hole. He started rubbing the entrance to my hole telling me how wet it is. I tried to push his hand away but he was to strong ans my energy was leaving me, what's going on? "Here let's lay you down and get you more comfortable, I'll just lay your things over here" He grabbed my clothes ans phone setting them next to the bed. Guys were starting to gather around me. "Found the cuffs, and the spreader bar!" The original guy came back over. "OH you change your mind?" I tried to tell him no but could only let out a mumble. "He took the whole bottle of G, so looks like we found our replacement bottom after all" I felt the bed shift as the husky man got between my legs. "Night night baby, well take good care of you" I heard the door open and a few more people walk in before I passed out. They grabbed the other drugged up bottom, and i later found out that they just layed him ass up in the dark rooms. They wasted no time getting me flipped over so I was face down ass up. They cuffed my hands behind my back, bound my legs in a spreader bar and propped my ass up with pillows. When they propped my ass up it let some cum and the end of a condom pop out. "OH hell yeah this ass is loaded and ready, go spread the word. Let everyone know we have ourselves a community cumdump" The burly guy lined his dick to my hole but before he could push in my phone started ringing. He looked over and saw it was my husband. He grabbed my phone ignored the call, then called him back with facetime. "Hey baby whats taking so long. Wait wtf is this" "Your boys a bit busy right now, he's taking a little nap, but me and the guys are gonna keep him company." "Hey you fuck leave him alone" He just ignored my husband's demands aimed the camera at my hole. He started scooping up the cum leaking from my ass with his PA before catching it on the condom sticking out. Then started pushing into my hole slowly. "Fuck this boy has a nice hole." "Please stop!" He ignored him again and just started Jack hammering my hole. You could see the loads trying to escape as he fucked me hard and deep. "Fuck here's another load for you boy!" He breed me deep slamming hard a few time to push it in as far as he could. My husband was quietly sobbing as he watched. "Tell you what, if you can cum before the next gut breeds him, well stop. If not. . ." He was grabbing a tripod and propping the phone so all you could see was a first person view of my ass getting fucked. The hubby could see the next guy lining up to fuck me. "So if you cum before my buddy here we'll stop, if not we give any ans everyone access to this hole. I want to see you jack it and shoot that load." He turned on the screen record function after saying that. "Okay please let him go after this." "Well you better hurry he's already picking up speed" My hubby angles his phone and pulled out his dick, jacking furiously, watching my hole get used and getting more and more turned on "Fuck take this load bitch!" "Damn looks like you couldn't cum in time, but you gave it a good shot so I'll give you another chance" "Thank you, I'm so close" The next guy was already entering my hole he was big. The camera didn't show it but he also had a biohazard tatt about his dick "Alright final chance" They were racing, my top fucking my ass like he was trying to break it. My hubby vigorously stroking trying to cum before my top breed me "Fuck here it cums, fuck ahhhhhhh. Take that dirty cum bitch" With that my husband shot his load all over himself. Shooting one of his biggest loads. "Damn that was a nice load boy but . . ." My top pulled out and you could see a stream of cum pouring from my hole "You were a little to late" The next guy was already fucking me. "But you gave me one hell of a show, tell you what, come back inside. If you can find us another bottom he's all yours. Ill keep the call going to help you on your hunt bjt the conversation ends here. I have a hole to breed" With that my husband had no choice he started to wipe the cum off of himself and found himself getting turned on again seeing the husky guy line up with my hole before plunging balls deep. Possible part 3 coming depending on how you guys like this

Part 1 - True Story - Written by “Cole” in the POV of Nico. “Took your sweet time.” I said as I stepped inside, kicking the door shut behind me. My gaze flicks over Cole—assessing. “Moses home?” I don’t wait for an answer. Just brush past him like I belong here—because, honestly, I do. This house has been a second home for years. Don’t even know why I knocked. “No, he’s not.” Cole’s voice is tight, annoyed. “And you’re gonna get me in trouble. I’m not supposed to have anyone over.” I scoff. “Relax, tiny. It’s just me.” Cole—Moses’ kid brother, always trailing after us, always trying to keep up. I’ve known him since he was a scrawny little thing with skinned knees and too much to prove. I drop onto the couch like I own the place, stretching my arms over the backrest. “Happy late birthday, by the way. The big one-eight.” I smirk, eyes flicking to him. “Senior year treating you good?” Cole crosses his arms, shifting his weight from foot to foot like he’s debating whether to kick me out or let it slide. He settles on glaring. “Yeah, sure. Feels exactly the same, except now I get lectures about college and taxes.” I huff out a laugh. “Welcome to adulthood, kid. It’s all paperwork and disappointment from here.” Cole rolls his eyes, but there’s something in them—maybe amusement, maybe irritation. “You’re not exactly a role model, Nico.” I smirk. “Never claimed to be.” I lean forward, elbows on my knees. “What, you got big plans or something? College? World domination?” “Don’t know,” he mutters, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “Just trying to get through the year.” I nod, because yeah, that’s fair. High school’s a whole mess of bullshit, and Cole’s always been the type to overthink things. “You’ll figure it out.” He scoffs. “Wow. So wise. Truly, I am blessed by your insight.” “Hey, you’re the one who said I’m not a role model.” I grin, kicking my feet up onto the coffee table. “Now stop whining and put on a movie or something. If I’m stuck waiting for Moses, I might as well be entertained.” Cole groans but grabs the remote anyway and begins scrolling through options. He can complain all he wants—he’s not getting rid of me that easily. I watch him, letting my eyes trace over his profile—sharp but soft in a way that stands out. He’s got that kind of beauty that sneaks up on you. Perfect complexion, all smooth angles and symmetry. Brown hair always neat, like he actually cares how he looks. Green eyes that somehow manage to look both bored and sharp at the same time. He’s Latino, but you wouldn’t know unless he told you. Not like Moses. Moses got all the Latin genes and left Cole with none. If you lined them up next to each other, no one would guess they were brothers. Moses and I, we look the way people expect men like us to look—tan skin, dark eyes, thick brows, sharp jaws. Built like we were made for violence. Like we’d fuck someone up for looking at us wrong. Cole? He’s the opposite. White-passing, preppy, clean-cut. Small-framed but just toned enough to not look skinny. He looks like he belongs in some private school wearing a sweater over his shoulders, not in this house, not anywhere near people like me or Moses. If he ever got pulled over, the cop would probably call him “son” and send him on his way. And the best part? He has no idea. No idea his big brother’s keeping me in business. No idea I sell meth. No idea Moses does it, either. I wonder if he’d look at me differently if he knew. If he’d stop pretending like I’m just some annoying family friend taking up space on his couch. He exhales sharply, still scrolling. “Jesus, there’s nothing on.” I smirk. “Maybe you’re just bad at picking.” “Maybe you can shut up.” I chuckle, shaking my head. He’s got bite when he wants to. But I bet he’s never needed to actually fight. Bet no one’s ever looked at him like a threat. Cole keeps scrolling, eyes flicking across the screen like he’s actually weighing his options. I’m not sure if he’s taking his time just to piss me off or if he really is this indecisive. Probably both. I stretch out, watching him frown at the TV. “Hurry up, tiny. We’ll both be dead before you pick something.” Cole exhales through his nose, then, with a flamboyant exaggeration shoves the remote into my hand. “Here. You pick, since you’re such an expert.” I smirk, settling deeper into the couch, one arm draped lazily over the backrest. “Finally. You should’ve just admitted you suck at decisions five minutes ago.” I start flipping through the options, not really paying attention. I’m just killing time, waiting for Moses. Then Cole says, “I know what you do, by the way.” My thumb freezes on the remote. I don’t react right away, don’t look at him, just keep scrolling like he didn’t just drop that in my lap. “What are you talking about?” I ask, casual. Too casual. Cole leans back against the couch, arms crossed. He looks at me like he’s waiting for me to stop playing dumb. “I know what you do for work.” I scoff. “I don’t know what you think you know, but—” “You sell,” he cuts in, bluntly. His green eyes don’t waver. “And Moses buys.” A slow pulse of something heavy settles in my chest. I force out a chuckle, shaking my head. “That’s a hell of a thing to accuse someone of, tiny.” Cole just shrugs. “I don’t care.” That makes me glance at him, really look at him. His expression is unreadable, but he’s serious. I let out a slow breath, tossing the remote onto the coffee table. “You don’t care?” I repeat. “You should. Normal people don’t just brush that kind of thing off.” He shrugs again. “I stopped expecting normal a long time ago.” I study him, waiting for him to flinch, to crack, to do anything that makes me think he’s just trying to get a reaction. But he doesn’t. Instead, he tilts his head slightly. “What’s it like?” I frown. “What’s what like?” “That world,” he says, vague but somehow precise. “The dealing, the using. The whole thing. What does it feel like?” I roll my tongue over my teeth, considering. “Why do you wanna know?” “Just curious.” His voice is light, but there’s something underneath it. Something deeper. I think about lying, brushing it off, telling him it’s nothing, but I don’t. “It feels like control,” I say finally. “Like you’ve got the whole world at your feet. And like none of it matters at the same time.” Cole nods, like that makes perfect sense to him. He exhales slowly, then looks at me again. “Can I try some?” That pulls a sharp laugh from me. “Funny.” “I’m serious.” I narrow my eyes. “Not gonna happen.” Cole doesn’t back down. “Why not?” “Because it’s not for you.” He gives me a look, one I can’t quite place. “Maybe I don’t want to be me for a while.” His voice is quiet, but the weight of it lingers. I don’t say anything right away. I just watch him, this kid who has everything lined up for him, who has no idea what he’s asking for. “Go get drunk or something,” I mutter, shaking my head. “Find some other way to let go.” “I don’t want to drink.” His jaw tightens. “I want to feel what you feel.” That makes something inside me twitch, but I lie. “You don’t.” He holds my gaze. “You don’t know what I want.” I exhale sharply, shaking my head. “Not happening, Cole.” But he doesn’t drop it. Instead, he tilts his head slightly, studying me. “You know about ‘pnp’?” I frown. “The hell is that?” “Party and play.” He watches me, waiting to see if the words land. When I don’t react, he explains. “It’s a thing in the gay scene. Hooking up while high. Mostly meth, sometimes coke or G.” Felt that twitch again, but in my cock that time. “And?” I ask, voice flat. Cole leans forward. Calm, calculated—like he’s thought about this for a while. “I’m going to college next year. I’m gonna end up smoking at some point. You might not know, but it’s popular in my hookup culture.” His lips press together for a second, then he looks me dead in the eye. “The first time I do it should be with someone I trust.” I bark out a laugh, but there’s no humor in it. “You trust me? That’s your first mistake.” “I do.” His voice is steady. Too steady. I drag a hand down my face, shaking my head. “Jesus, Cole.” It’s not like I give a shit what people do with their dicks. Never have. Cole being gay? Old news. Everyone knows, not that it matters to me. I’ve got my girls, maybe more than one, depending on the night. But Cole… I don’t know. He’s always been different. Soft spot doesn’t even cover it. Something about him has always pulled me in, made me look twice. Made me care when I shouldn’t. And now he’s sitting here, telling me he wants this—this inside him? “Why do you even want this?” I ask. “You don’t need it.” He shrugs, looking away for the first time. “Maybe I don’t want to be me for a while.” I know that feeling. I know it too fucking well. I sigh, thinking. I should shut this down completely, tell him no again, make sure he never asks. But part of me knows he’s right. If he’s going to do it—and he is—then better with me than some random asshole at a college party. I glance at him again. His perfect skin, his neat hair, his green eyes holding something deeper, something restless. I shouldn’t even be considering it. And yet. “I’ve tried G before.” He says too casually. Another cock twitch. “Excuse me?” He stands up without another word, disappearing down the hall. A minute later, he’s back, holding a tiny glass vial between his fingers like it’s nothing. Like it’s just another thing in his neatly curated life. I sit up straighter, narrowing my eyes. “Tell me that’s not what I think it is.” He tosses it to me, and I catch it easily. Twisting off the cap, I dab my finger inside and press it to my tongue. A distinct sour, chemical taste—definitely GHB. I let out a slow breath, gripping the vial tighter. “Where the fuck did you get this?” Cole shrugs like it’s no big deal. “I have my ways.” I glare at him. “That’s not a fucking answer.” “Neither is ‘I’ll think about it.’” He crosses his arms. “So let’s make a trade. I get you high on G, and you get me high on meth. Seems fair.” I exhale sharply, rolling the vial between my fingers. “You don’t just have this shit, Cole. What the fuck were you planning to do with it?” He holds my gaze. “What do you think?” I don’t answer. He just told me. My cock twitches again, but followed by a strange mix of anger and jealousy pouring over me. I set the vial onto the coffee table, leaning back. “You’re a fucking idiot.” “So is Moses, and you still sell to him.” That one hits harder than I want it to. My jaw tightens, but I don’t argue. Cole tilts his head, watching me. “So?” I sigh, dragging a hand through my hair. “I’m not saying yes.” “But you’re not saying no.” I shoot him a look. “I’ll consider it.” Cole doesn’t gloat, doesn’t smirk. He just nods, like that’s all he needed to hear. Then, before I can stop him, he’s already moving. “Be right back.” “Cole—” But he’s gone, jogging into the kitchen. I stare at the vial sitting on the table, irritation curling in my gut. I should’ve flushed it or thrown it back in his face. But I didn’t. A minute later, Cole returns, carrying two cups. “Here.” I frown. “The fuck is this?” “Mixer.” He sets them down, unbothered. “If you won’t smoke me up, I’m taking G, and so are you” I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. “Not how this works, tiny.” “It is now.” His eyes meet mine. Jesus Christ. He’s really doing this. Really pushing. And the worst part? I’m not sure if I want to stop him. “Fine.” Cole blinks. “Fine?” I shoot him a look. “Yeah, fine. But don’t get ahead of yourself—I’m not smoking you up.” Cole just smirks, like he knew I’d fold eventually. “But when Moses gets home, you better be in your room. Last thing I need is him seeing you fucked up.” Cole doesn’t even argue. He just nods, pleased with the arrangement so far, like this is some kind of negotiation he’s winning. We sit there for a while, neither of us talking. Then Cole shifts slightly, turning his gaze to me. “Well? You’re the dealer. You need to measure it out.” I scoff. “Bossy little shit.” But I don’t argue. G’s not something you eyeball unless you’ve got a death wish. I glance at Cole. “You know how easy it is to overdose on this shit?” He nods, watching as I grab my phone and open the calculator, doing quick math. “Yeah. That’s why I trust you.” I pause for half a second. Then shake it off and get to work. I unscrew the cap, tipping out a careful dose, measuring with the precision that comes from experience. Cole watches intently, eyes sharp, absorbing every movement. Like he wants to learn. Like he wants to know exactly how this world works. I don’t know if that should worry me. Actually, I do. But I’m doing it anyway. I measure out just under a full dose for Cole—enough to feel it, not enough to fuck him up completely. He won’t notice the difference. Then I pour double into my own cup. If one of us is going under, it’s going to be me, not him. Cole doesn’t question it as I hand him his drink. He takes the cup, fingers brushing mine for half a second before he leans back against the couch. He doesn’t drink it yet, just swirls the liquid like he’s testing it. “You sure about this?” I ask, watching him. He lifts a brow. “Are you?” I don’t answer. Instead, I raise my cup. He does the same. We clink them together, and then I throw mine back. Cole hesitates for half a second before following suit. I watch him, as he downs the G, licking his lips after like it’s nothing, like this is just another night. Like we do this all the time. Silence settles between us again, heavier this time. We both know what comes next. Cole leans his head back against the couch, eyes flicking to me. “How long?” I stretch out, feeling the slow warmth creeping through my limbs already. “Give it fifteen.” He exhales through his nose, tapping his fingers against his knee. Waiting. Twenty minutes pass, and the G is in full force. My body feels loose, warm, like I’m sinking into the couch but floating at the same time. Everything is just good—my muscles relaxed, my mind foggy but not gone. My cock no longer twitching, but harder as fuck. The TV is playing something, but I’m not paying attention. G always makes me wanna smoke, and my fingers twitch with the urge to reach into my pocket, to take the edge off the pleasure creeping under my skin. I swallow it down, exhaling through my nose, still not sure how I feel about letting Cole go that far. Instead, I look at Cole, getting lost in watching him. He’s close enough now that I can smell the faint hint of his cologne under the warmth of his skin. He’s always been pretty, but right now, he’s something else entirely. The worst part? I can’t look away. Cole turns his head, catching me in the act. Damn. He tilts his head slightly, like he’s studying me. Then, with a slow smirk, he murmurs, “Feel good yet?” The G kicks in harder, spreading through my veins like liquid gold, making my skin buzz, making everything feel too good, too much. And Cole—Cole’s right there, watching me, soaking it all in. I exhale through my nose, smirking back. “You tell me.” His eyes flick down—over my chest, my arms, the way my fingers twitch against the couch. Then he licks his lips and lets out a soft, lazy chuckle. “You’ve been staring for a while.” Fuck, I need to look away. But I don’t. “Maybe I like what I see.” I don’t know why I say it. Maybe it’s the G talking, loosening my tongue along with everything else. Maybe it’s something else. But Cole doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t get flustered. Instead, he tilts his head slightly, studying me the same way I was just studying him. Then, like he’s making some kind of silent decision, he smirks back. “Yeah,” he says, voice smooth and slow. “I think you do.” This makes my cock throb harder than it ever has in the past. Blinking hard like I can shake the moment off. “Shit—” I rub a hand over my forehead. “Didn’t mean to say that.” Cole raises a brow, still smirking. “Yeah?” I exhale sharply. “Blame it on the G.” I wave a lazy hand between us, trying to smooth over whatever that was. It was the high, that’s all. Didn’t mean anything. Right? Cole just watches me, head tilted, like he doesn’t quite believe me. And maybe I don’t believe myself, either. I need to shift the energy. Fast. So, before I can second-guess it, I let out, “Fuck it. Let’s smoke.” Cole straightens slightly, interest sparking in his hazy green eyes. “Yeah?” I nod, already reaching into my pocket, fingers brushing the familiar weight of glass and baggie. “Yeah. But listen up first.” I try to sit up, but the G still has me melting into the couch, body slow, thoughts even slower. Still, I do my best. “This shit isn’t a game.” My voice comes out heavier than I intend, slurred around the edges but still firm. “You do it once, you’ll wanna do it again. Maybe not right away, but it’ll be in the back of your head. And when it’s in your head, it stays there.” Cole just nods, like he’s absorbing every word. I let out a slow breath, pushing past the warmth of the G curling in my gut. My hand dips into my pocket, pulling out the pipe and a bag of crystal. “First rule,” I say, shaking the bag slightly, watching the tiny shards catch the dim light. “You don’t call it meth. That’s a dirty word.” Cole raises a brow but doesn’t argue. “Crystal is fine. Or Tina. But mostly just T.” He nods again. “T.” I tap out a small amount, carefully loading the bowl, hands steady from muscle memory alone. The whole time, I can feel Cole’s eyes on me, watching, absorbing, taking in every little movement like he wants to learn it all. And maybe it’s just the drugs, but swear to god, he’s getting more attractive by the minute. I push that thought away, focus on what’s in front of me. The packed pipe. I glance up at Cole, meeting his gaze. “Last chance to back out.” Cole shakes his head, slow but deliberate. “I’m not backing out.” His voice is steady, not a hint of hesitation. He knows what he’s doing. Or at least, he thinks he does. “Alright,” I mutter, reaching for my backpack. I unzip the side pocket and pull out my torch, flicking the cap open with my thumb. The blue flame shoots to life, steady and hot. “Pay attention,” I tell him, rolling my shoulders, settling in. “You don’t just light it like a blunt. You gotta heat it slow, let it melt down before you pull. And you never hold it in—this isn’t weed. You blow it out right away.” Cole nods, eyes locked on the pipe in my hand. He looks like a kid in class, laser-focused, taking mental notes. It almost makes me laugh. Almost. I adjust my grip, rolling the pipe between my fingers, making sure the crystal is spread evenly in the bowl. Then I bring the torch up, the flame licking under the glass. The crystals start to sweat, then liquefy, pooling at the bottom before swirling into thick, white vapor. I keep the movement slow, rotating the pipe so it doesn’t burn too hot in one spot. “See that?” I glance at Cole. “That’s what you want. Not too much heat, not too little. Just enough.” He doesn’t blink. “Got it.” I smirk, then bring the mouthpiece to my lips, pulling in a deep, steady drag. The smoke fills my lungs instantly, a sharp warmth spreading through my chest. I don’t hold it—I don’t need to. I part my lips and exhale, blowing a thick cloud straight up to the ceiling. The rush hits fast, that familiar electric clarity slicing through the G’s haze. My pulse kicks up, my skin tingles, my brain sharpens like a knife. I close my eyes for half a second, letting it settle, then look back at Cole. “Your turn.” I hold out the pipe, the bowl still cloudy with vapor. “Let’s see if you were actually paying attention.” Cole takes the pipe, holding it carefully, but instead of going for the torch, he looks at me. “You light it for me.” I pause, fingers tightening slightly around the torch. There’s something about it—something I can’t put my finger on, something that feels… personal. Too personal. Anyone who knows this shit knows it’s an unspoken thing, a quiet kind of intimacy. And suddenly, I remember what Cole said before—about pnp, about the way fags do it. And I gotta admit—they got that part right. It’s hot. In a way that makes no damn sense. A slow burn, a flicker of heat curling low in my stomach. A weird kind of trust. I don’t get it, not really, but I feel it. And yet, I do it anyway. “Alright,” I murmur, voice lower than I meant for it to be. I tilt the pipe in his hand, angling the bowl just right. “I’ll tell you when.” Cole nods, lips parting slightly, eyes flicking between the pipe and my face. I hold his gaze as I bring the flame to the glass, warming it slow, just like I did for myself. The crystals liquefy, then swirl into vapor, thick and milky. “Now,” Cole inhales, his green eyes locked onto mine. His lips close around the mouthpiece, cheeks hollowing slightly as he pulls, the vapor disappearing into his lungs. I watch the way his throat moves, the way his eyelashes flutter for half a second before he exhales, a smooth cloud spilling past his lips. It’s a good hit. Clean and controlled. Thought it wasn’t possible for my cock to throb any harder, but I was proven wrong again. I clear my throat, shifting back slightly. “Not bad.” Cole tilts his head, exhaling the last of the smoke. “Told you I was paying attention.” I huff out a small laugh, shaking my head. “Yeah, yeah.” But the warmth is still there. That weird, lingering heat in my gut. I ignore it. I take the pipe back from him, flicking the torch on again. “One more.” Cole just smirks. “Whatever you say, dealer.” An hour slips by, the minutes blurring into smoke and warmth. Every time, I light the pipe for Cole, watching as he inhales, his lips parting slightly, his eyes hooded as he exhales. He’s a fast learner—too fast. Takes to it like he was made for this. I should stop him. Should’ve stopped after the first hit. But I don’t. Eventually, I glance at my phone, noting the time. Been two hours since I first stepped through the door. I lean back into the couch, stretching, feeling the way my muscles buzz under my skin. “Moses is taking his sweet time,” I mutter. “What’s he even out doing?” Cole hums, his head tilted against the couch, gaze flicking toward me. He hesitates just a second before saying, “He’s staying at his girl’s place tonight.” I pause mid-motion, giving him a look. “What?” Cole shrugs, lazy. “Won’t be back until tomorrow.” Something clicks into place in my head. I stare at him for a long second, then let out a dry, amused scoff. “You little shit.” Cole smirks, eyes glinting. “What?” “You played me.” I shake my head, exhaling a laugh. “You knew he wasn’t coming back tonight. You set this whole thing up.” He doesn’t even bother denying it. Just shrugs again, looking way too pleased with himself. “You wouldn’t have agreed otherwise.” I let out another sharp laugh, shaking my head. “Unbelievable.” But, lowkey? I’m impressed. Cole’s always been the quiet, follow-the-rules type. The preppy golden boy, the one who didn’t pull this kind of shit. Or at least, that’s what I thought. Turns out, he’s got more in him than I gave him credit for. I drag a hand down my face, still smirking. “So what, you planned all this just to get high with me?” Cole tilts his head, lips curling at the edges. “Would you have come if I told you the truth?” I don’t answer. Because we both already know. I lean my head back, letting the high settle deeper into my bones before glancing over at Cole. “How you feeling?” He exhales slowly, a small, lazy smile tugging at his lips. “Great.” His voice is smooth, relaxed. “Didn’t really feel the G much, though.” I raise a brow. “Yeah?” He nods. “I mean, it was nice, but it didn’t hit me like it hit you.” He tilts his head, eyes flicking over me. “You wanna do more?” I consider it for a second. I am feeling good—buzzing, floating, perfect—and nobody’s coming home until tomorrow. There’s nothing stopping me. I shrug. “Fuck it.” I grab the vial from the table, rolling it between my fingers before twisting the cap off. Cole watches as I measure out two doses into my own cup, then pour a single one into his. I go to hand him the cup, but he doesn’t take it right away. Instead, he looks at me, eyes sharp despite the haze. “Give me the same as you.” I hesitate. First-timers shouldn’t push it too far. That’s the rule. But I think back to how easily he took the first dose, how steady he was, how he never wavered. Some people can just handle it well. Cole’s one of them. “Alright,” I murmur, pouring the extra into his cup, matching my own. “Your call.” I watch Cole as he downs the G, licking his lips absentmindedly before setting the cup down. He runs a hand through his hair, fingers raking through the strands before letting his arm drop over the couch, closer to mine now. “You really do this all the time?” I flick my eyes to him. “What, the G?” “All of it.” He gestures vaguely. “T, G, dealing, all of it.” I smirk. “You already knew the answer before you asked.” He tilts his head slightly. “Still wanted to hear you say it.” His smirk lingers, and he leans back just a little, stretching out, mirroring the way I’m sitting now. He’s comfortable. Maybe too comfortable. And he’s watching me like he’s waiting for something. I roll my tongue over my teeth, “You feeling it yet?” His smirk widens just slightly. “I think so.” Fucking cock won’t stop throbbing. I push past it, shifting forward, reaching for the pipe again. “Good. Then let’s keep it that way.” I exhale toward the ceiling, watching the cloud drift up, feeling the rush settle in my bones. Then I glance at Cole. I smirk, shaking my head, then pass him the pipe, torch still in hand. “Here.” Cole takes the pipe without hesitation, bringing it to his lips. I lean in, closer this time, and light it for him, watching as the vapor builds. “Now,” I murmur. He inhales, slow and deep, just like I showed him. The smoke disappears into his lungs, his green eyes flickering toward me as he holds the hit for half a second—long enough for me to reach for the pipe. But before I can grab it, Cole moves. His free hand shoots up, fingers tangling in the back of my hair, pulling me in, dragging my face toward his before I can even register what’s happening. Then his lips are on mine. And before I can even process that, he exhales—the hit rushing past my lips, into my lungs, filling me up, hotter than it should be. Shotgunning. An intimacy. A challenge. A fucking game. My whole body tenses, mind short-circuiting between the drugs and the heat of his mouth, his lips, the way he holds me there, fingers gripping my hair like he’s testing a boundary he already knows he’s breaking. The high kicks up, sharper, hotter, sending a pulse through my veins that makes me forget, for half a second, that I’m supposed to be in control here. I rip myself back, fast, like I’ve been burned. “The fuck was that?” My voice comes out sharp, cutting through the thick haze of smoke and G and whatever the fuck Cole thinks he’s doing. Cole leans back slightly, but he doesn’t look guilty. He doesn’t even look surprised. If anything, he looks amused. “Relax.” His voice is smooth, too smooth. “Just having fun.” I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, scowling. “That’s not—” I exhale hard, jaw tightening, forcing my pulse to slow the fuck down. “That’s not how this works.” Cole tilts his head, watching me, that lazy smirk still tugging at his lips. “No?” I shake my head, reaching for the pipe, more out of habit than anything else, just to have something in my hands. “You don’t pull that shit with me, Cole.” He shrugs, stretching out, looking too damn comfortable. “Seemed like you liked it.” Something in me snaps. Before I could react to what I was doing, my arm was already outstretched, hand wrapped around Cole’s throat, pinning him to the couch. I lean in close, lowering my voice, making sure he fucking hears me. “You don’t know what you’re playing with.” Cole’s smirk falters—just a fraction. But it’s enough. I let him go, trying to shake the weird, charged energy out of my system. I don’t know if it’s the G, the T, or the fact that Cole fucking made out with me like it was nothing, but I feel wired, too hot, too aware of everything. Cole watches me for a long moment, then exhales, like he’s letting it go. Then Cole shifts beside me, exhaling softly. “Alright,” he mutters. “Maybe I crossed a line.” “It’s a small town,” he says, voice quieter now. “Not a lot of options.” I frown. “Options?” His lips press together for a second, then he lets out a dry laugh. “Gays, Nico.” He finally looks at me. “There’s, like, five of us here. And they’re all…” He trails off, shaking his head. I raise a brow. “All what?” “Fem,” he says flatly. “Bottoms. Good friends, but not exactly great for, you know…” His hand gestures vaguely between us. “Experimenting.” I huff a small laugh, shaking my head. “Jesus. You really just said that.” Cole shrugs, unbothered. “It’s true.” Then he leans back against the couch, tipping his head to the side as he studies me. “I’ve got a type, and none of them fit.” I narrow my eyes. “And what’s your type, exactly?” He hums, dragging his fingers lazily over the rim of his empty cup, pretending to think. “Older. Built. Not soft.” His eyes flick over me, slow and deliberate. “Masculine. A little dangerous.” I let out a short laugh, shaking my head. “Subtle.” Cole just smirks, unashamed. “You asked.” “And it’s not just the looks, either. It’s the energy.” His fingers drum against his knee, gaze flicking to mine again. “That… intensity.” My jaw tenses. I look away, shifting in my seat. “Sounds complicated.” “It is,” he admits, then exhales through his nose, his smirk fading. “Not that it matters. It’s not like I’ve actually done anything.” That makes me pause. I glance at him again, frowning slightly. “What do you mean?” He shrugs. “I mean exactly that. I haven’t done anything.” I stare at him for a second. “Wait.” I shift toward him, eyes narrowing. “You’re telling me you’re still a virgin?” Cole huffs out a small, almost embarrassed laugh. “Yeah, Nico. I am.” I blink. Then bark out a laugh, shaking my head. “Couldn’t be me.” Cole rolls his eyes. “Yeah, no shit.” I smirk, leaning back again. “Damn. A virgin at eighteen?” “What, you lost it at, like, fourteen?” he shoots back, raising a brow. I shrug. “Fifteen.” Cole groans. “Of course you did.” I just grin, taking another hit, letting the smoke curl lazily from my lips. “You’re really out here trying to experiment, huh?” He exhales dramatically. “You have no idea.” I shake my head, chuckling. “Poor thing.” “Fuck off.” But there’s no heat in his voice. Just that same lazy smirk, that same energy humming between us. Cole shifts, getting more comfortable on the couch, eyes flicking to me with something that’s both amused and too curious. “Tell me about straight sex.” I pause mid-inhale, pipe still between my fingers. I exhale a slow cloud of smoke, smirking. “What?” “You know,” Cole says, waving a lazy hand. “Fucking bitches.” That makes me actually laugh, the kind that shakes in my chest. “Jesus, Cole.” He grins, eyes flickering with amusement. “What?” “You saying it like that.” I shake my head. “You sound like a kid trying to prove something.” He shrugs, still grinning. “I mean, I have to know what all the hype is about. Why do you guys love it so much?” I huff a laugh, stretching my arms over the back of the couch. “You’ve never been with a girl, obviously.” Cole makes a face. “Nope.” “But you’ve seen straight porn.” He snorts. “Unfortunately.” Then, mocking, he adds, “Couldn’t be me.” That makes me laugh again, shaking my head. “Yeah, yeah.” Cole tilts his head, watching me. “So? Explain” I smirk, exhaling another slow breath of smoke. “It’s the way they react, man. The softness, the sounds. The way their bodies move. It’s like…” I trail off for a second, trying to find the right words. “It’s powerful. Controlling how they take it, how they moan, how they come apart under you.” Cole listens, head tilting slightly, eyes sharp even through the haze. “So it’s about dominance?” I smirk. “It’s about control.” Cole hums, gaze flicking over me, unreadable. Then he exhales, shaking his head. “Yeah. Couldn’t be me.” I chuckle. “Yeah, I figured.” Cole shifts again, pulling one leg up onto the couch, turning more toward me. “And you don’t ever think about it differently? Like, I dunno, being on the other side?” I raise a brow. “What, letting a girl take control?” “No.” He gives me a look. “I mean with a guy.” My jaw flexes slightly, but I keep my expression easy. “No.” Cole watches me for a second longer, then smirks like he knows something I don’t. “Interesting.” I shake my head, smirking right back. “You’re something else, you know that?” He grins, leaning back again. “I try.” I take another hit, letting it sit heavy in my lungs before I pass the pipe back to him. And as he takes it, fingers brushing mine, I can’t shake the feeling that this conversation isn’t over. Not even close. Cole takes the pipe, bringing it to his lips, waiting for me to light it. He’s steady, smooth, confident in a way that should make me stop and think. Should make me ask myself why the fuck I’m still here, still entertaining this, still letting it happen. But I don’t. I bring the torch up, flicking the flame on, watching the crystals liquefy and swirl into thick, white vapor. The moment it’s ready, I murmur, “Now.” Cole inhales, slow and deep, his green eyes flicking up to meet mine as he pulls. And fuck, I need my cock to stop this throbbing. With that, I break. I reach for him, grabbing the back of his neck, pulling him toward me, pressing my lips against his as I inhale his hit straight from him. His breath stutters for half a second before he exhales, feeding it into me, the smoke burning between us. But the second he tries to push deeper, the moment his fingers curl into my shirt, trying to pull me in—I shove him back. Hard. Cole stares at me, chest rising and falling, lips still parted, green eyes blown wide with surprise. “What the fuck?” I drag a hand down my face, breathing hard. “I can’t.” Cole’s brows pull together, and then—irritation. “The fuck you mean you can’t?” I shake my head, jaw tight. “Not like this.” Cole scoffs. “Not like what?” I glance away, exhaling hard through my nose. I don’t answer. I can’t. Because I know myself when I’m high like this. I know the way it takes me over—how my dominance turns razor-sharp, how I get aggressive, controlling. I know how I take, and that’s not something you throw at someone who’s never done this before. Not someone like Cole. He watches me for a long second, then shakes his head, letting out a frustrated breath. “You’re fucking teasing me.” I glance at him sharply. “That’s not what this is.” “Bullshit.” His jaw tightens, his fingers flexing against his knee. “You keep pulling me in just to push me away. What the fuck do you want?” I don’t answer. Because I don’t know. Cole tilts his head slightly, smirking—but it’s pissed now, not amused. “I get it.” He exhales sharply, shaking his head. “You think I can’t handle it.” I clench my jaw. “Cole—” “You still think I’m some kid.” I exhale sharply, fingers curling into fists. “It’s not that—” “Then what?” His voice is sharp, cutting through the haze. “See? You are a tease. Just like one of your bitches” I snap. I grab his jaw, tilting his head up, making him look at me. His lips part, his breath stutters, but he doesn’t pull away. Cole’s breath hitches, but he doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t pull back. If anything, the challenge in his eyes sharpens, his lips curling at the edges like he wants this reaction from me. Like he planned for it. His fingers flex against my wrist where I’ve got him by the throat, testing, feeling the way my grip tightens. But he doesn’t try to pry me off. He just looks at me. Green eyes dark, lips parted, chest rising and falling. I lean in closer, my grip firm but controlled, voice dropping lower. “You really wanna test me, Cole?” His smirk wavers—just slightly—but he holds my gaze. “Maybe.” I exhale slow, shaking my head. “You think this is a fucking game?” Cole hums, the sound vibrating against my fingers. “Feels real to me.” Something deep in me twists at that, something dangerous. The high amplifies everything—the way his skin feels under my hand, the way his body shifts beneath me, the way his breathing picks up just slightly but he doesn’t look away. I slide my thumb over his jaw, pressing just enough to make him tilt his chin up for me. “You’ve got a smart mouth.” Cole exhales a slow, shaky breath. “So do something about it.” I snap. I crush my mouth against his, swallowing whatever smart-ass remark he was about to throw at me. Cole doesn’t hesitate. He leans into it, gasping softly against me before he fists my shirt in both hands, pulling me closer, pressing up into me like he’s been waiting for this all night. And fuck, maybe he has. I shove him back into the couch, my weight pressing into him, my hands gripping tight—his throat, his waist, his hip—feeling, claiming. He groans, the sound sharp, raw, like he’s never been handled like this before. Like he’s never wanted to be. And now he’s got me—high, reckless, dominant—right here, giving him exactly what he asked for. And I’m not stopping this time. Not until he knows exactly what it means to push me. I stand up slowly, rolling my shoulders like I’m shaking off the last bit of restraint. My jaw is tight, my eyes dark, my whole demeanor shifting into something heavier, something final. Cole watches from the couch, breath still uneven, lips still parted from the force of the last kiss. He doesn’t move yet, just waiting, watching. I exhales through my nose, running my tongue over my teeth before speaking. “Get up.” Cole blinks, his pupils still blown wide, his body still buzzing from the drugs, the tension, everything. “What?” I tilt my head, eyes narrowing. “You heard me. Get the fuck up.” Cole swallows, pushing himself up slowly, cautious, but not scared. Not hesitant. If anything, there’s something eager in the way he moves, like he’s been waiting for m to take control like this. I sit back down, reaching for the pipe, tapping out another hit. I don’t even look at Cole as I flick the torch on, heating the glass. “Strip.” The single word cuts through the thick air. Cole exhales sharply, his fingers flexing at his sides, his breath catching slightly like it finally hit him—this is happening. I exhales a thick cloud toward the ceiling before finally looking at Cole again. “I said strip, faggot.” I hear him whisper “fuck” under his breath. Like a small whimper. His fingers go to the hem of his shirt, gripping it, lifting it slowly—almost too slow. Testing. Watching my reaction. I exhale another stream of smoke, my eyes tracking every movement, every inch of skin revealed. Cole lets the shirt slip off, tossing it aside before moving to the button of his jeans. His fingers work the metal, the sound of the zipper cutting through the thick silence of the room. I take another hit, inhaling deep, letting the warmth crawl through my veins, amplifying everything. Cole pushes his jeans down his hips, stepping out of them. He’s standing there now, exposed, chest rising and falling, fingers twitching at his sides. But he’s not shy. He’s not covering himself. He’s waiting. I set the pipe down on the table and lean forward, elbows on my knees, dragging my tongue over my bottom lip as I look Cole up and down, taking my time with it. Not just a pretty face, but a pretty everything. His dick hung their uncut, freshly shaven, smooth until his legs, covered in carpet of hair. I looked up at him with a smirk and motioned for him to turn around. Now, I’ve seen a lot of ass in my day, but I’ll admit, there’s something about his. Perfectly round, smooth. Innocent. I tilt my head, smirking. “Now get over here.” Cole steps forward, closing the small space between us, his breath coming a little quicker now. He’s standing right in front of me, bare, exposed, but not nervous. Locking eyes with him, I reach down and tug at the bulge in my pants, gripping myself through the fabric. I was rock hard and couldn’t take it anymore. “Get on your knees.” Cole lowers himself. When he settled onto his knees between my legs, looking up at me with those blown-out green eyes, lips parted, chest still rising and falling— “Fuck, you look good like that.” I let out greedily “Now take my cock out of these jeans,” I demanded. Cole didn’t hesitate. His hands moved immediately to my bulge, one palm pressing firmly against it, his fingers curling to squeeze. A small smirk ghosted across his lips as he felt the weight of me through the denim. Then, with steady hands, he reached for my zipper, dragging it down with agonizing slowness. I lifted my hips slightly, helping him as he tugged my jeans down past my thighs. The moment they pooled around my ankles, my cock sprang free—thick, uncut, and standing proud, a full nine inches of me throbbing in the open air. My dark pubes framed it, a stark contrast against my skin. Cole’s breath hitched. His eyes widened, a mix of hunger and awe flashing across his face. He licked his lips unconsciously, his gaze locked onto me like I was the only thing in the world he wanted. “Go ahead faggot, taste it” Cole’s breath shuddered as he exhaled, his lips parting, so close I could feel the warmth ghosting over my skin. His fingers tightened instinctively around my shaft, stroking slowly, teasingly, as if testing my patience. I smirked, threading my fingers through his hair, gripping just enough to make him gasp. “Did you not hear me? Put that mouth to work.” My voice was low, firm, an order he had no intention of disobeying. With a slow motion he leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste the head of my cock. A soft groan rumbled in my chest as I watched him, savoring the way his lips stretched over me, the warmth of his mouth enveloping the tip. “Good faggot,” I murmured, tightening my grip in his hair as I guided him lower. Cole moaned around me, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure straight to my core. His tongue swirled, tracing every ridge, every sensitive spot, his movements both eager and controlled. His hands braced against my thighs as he took me deeper, inch by inch, his throat relaxing as he pushed himself further. I let my head fall back against the couch, pleasure surging through me as he worked. The wet heat of his mouth, the way he hollowed his cheeks and sucked, the sinful noises slipping from his throat—it was intoxicating. “Fuck, just like that,” I praised, looking down at him. His eyes met mine, dark and needy, desperate to please. I gave him what he wanted, thrusting gently into his mouth, watching as his lips stretched wider, as his throat tensed around me. He took it, moaning as if he needed this as much as I did. His fingers dug into my thighs, urging me on, silently begging for more. And who was I to deny him? I tightened my grip in his hair, yanking his head back just enough to force his eyes up to mine. His lips were already slick, parted, desperate for more. “You’re taking your time,” I murmured, my thumb brushing over his swollen bottom lip before pressing against his tongue. He let me, obedient, his eyes dark with need. “I didn’t tell you to tease, did I?” He shook his head, my thumb still resting on his tongue, making him struggle to answer. “No, Sir,” he managed, voice hoarse, breathless. I smirked. “Then do it right.” Without hesitation, he parted his lips wider, taking me back into the heat of his mouth. This time, I didn’t let him set the pace. My hand in his hair held him still as I pushed deeper, his throat tightening around me as he tried to adjust. His fingers gripped my thighs, nails digging in, but he didn’t pull away. He knew better. “Relax,” I ordered, my other hand settling heavy on his jaw, guiding him. His lashes fluttered, a choked sound escaping him as I pressed deeper. When he finally opened up for me, his throat flexing, I groaned in satisfaction. “That’s it,” I praised, keeping my grip firm as I began to fuck his mouth in slow, deliberate strokes. His moans vibrated around me, sending pleasure curling through my spine. I controlled every movement, every inch he took, every breath he struggled for. He let me. He wanted this—wanted to be used, to be owned. His hands trembled against my thighs, but he didn’t resist. He let me push, let me test his limits. My cock slid deeper, his throat tightening, and I held him there for a beat, watching the way his eyes watered, the way his body shuddered. “Look at you,” I murmured, thumb stroking his jaw as I pulled back, letting him gasp for air before pushing in again. “So desperate to please.” A needy whimper escaped him. I held him there for a moment longer, feeling the way his throat flexed around me, the way his breath hitched, his body shaking from the effort of keeping still. His fingers clenched against my thighs, his chest rising and falling in shallow, controlled breaths. Then, finally, I eased back, my grip in his hair loosening as I pulled out of his mouth. A wet gasp tore from his throat as he sagged against me, his lips red and glistening, spit connecting us in thin strands that broke as he swallowed hard. I let my thumb trace the edge of his jaw, tilting his face up so he had no choice but to meet my gaze. His eyes were hazy, his pupils blown wide, his chest still heaving as he tried to steady himself. “Breathe,” I ordered, my tone softer now, but no less commanding. “Think you can handle more, boy?” His breath hitched, but his answer came immediately this time—steady, certain. “Yes, Sir.” I tilted his chin up higher, forcing him to hold my gaze. “That’s what I like to hear.” Then I leaned in, my lips ghosting over his ear as I whispered my next command. “Stand up,” I ordered. He moved immediately, though his legs shook slightly as he rose. I watched the way his chest rose and fell, the way his fingers twitched at his sides as he fought the urge to reach for me, to cling to whatever I decided to give him. “Turn around,” I murmured. His lips parted slightly, his pupils still blown wide, but he obeyed without question. I let my eyes drag over him as he turned, taking in the way his body tensed under my gaze, the way he seemed to fight the urge to squirm. “Good boy,” I praised, letting my hand trail down his spine, slow and deliberate. I felt the shudder that rippled through him, the way he sucked in a breath as my palm ghosted lower. Then I leaned in, my lips grazing the shell of his ear as I gave my next command. “Bend over.” For a split second, he hesitated—just long enough for me to tangle my fingers in his hair and pull his head back slightly. “You heard me.” My voice was low, firm, leaving no room for doubt. “Bend over.” A whimper slipped from his throat as he nodded, his body moving instinctively to obey. He braced himself against the nearest surface, his hands gripping the edge as he arched his back slightly, presenting himself exactly how I wanted him. I smirked, trailing my fingers down his spine again, feeling the way he shuddered under my touch. “Now that’s a sight,” I murmured, stepping back just enough to take him in fully. “So eager. So obedient.” I let my palm rest on his lower back, pressing down just enough to keep him in place. “But let’s see if you can stay that way.”

Cody found a new sex life, and he was god in it. He was hung, young, and always ready to burst toxic cum. Tonight he was looking for some completely anon and nsa sex, so he was at the arcade in the book store, a first for him. It was dark dirty and dingy, not to mentioned cramped. There were guys lustfully mentally undressing him as he searched for a spot. He walked in to a booth and closed the door it wss no biggers than 5 by 5 with a hole cut out waist level, there was an ass pressed to it, with a nice looking hole. Cody went to his knees grabbing it and held the legs in place and ate out the hole working his toung and spit deep in it. The bottom was disappointingly quite, cody stood and pressed the head of his cock againts and into the hole of the man. The mans hole was hungry Cody slid in fast and essy. He felt wet in the mans ass cody slid is cock out and it was covered by other mens cum. Cody grunted it was so hot and pushed the cum back in. Cody slid his fingers around the bottom hips and held him in place as he built up a rhythm of hard fast and sweety. Cody was getting close,the pleasure from his climax was unreal, he felt his cock throb and he slmammed into the bottom. “you want my poz load? “ he whispered as his cock throbbed his first rope of cum into the bottom cody thought of as neg. The bottom jerked away, but cody had enough grip that he couldn’t get away. cody thought he probably was neg, but codys cock throbbed again and pumped the guy full of more wonderfully toxic cum. “just take it its ok” cody whispered as he finished still holding the man. Cody let go. “ bastard” the man grunted while he left. Cody held back a chuckle and slid his cock back through the hole. Maybe not telling them was better, codys cock throbbed at the idea of actually stealthing some one. it was the ultimate feeling power. The door closed and two sets of young lips walked up and cleaned codys cock. The namless lips, eyes and chin sucked cody really good for three minutes but cody wanted to breed. “give me ypur ass. “ cody grunted quietly. “I don’t know., “ a young voice replied like younger than cody. , “come on” cody pressured. “ I want your cum. “ the voice said. “ and youll get it some where else. Ass! “ cody demanded as he removed his cock from the larger than nesscary hole. There was a sigh and the sound of pants hitting the filthy floor. A nice small and tight ass was placed in the hole. Cody got to his knees and burried is toung in to the hole, making the twink moan for minutes. Cody stood put his cock againts the very tight hole. Cody was just about ready to slid in. “stop… “the voice said almost frantic. It took every ounce of self control for cody not to penetrant the bottom, still he tightened his grip on the hips. “could you come over here? “ Cody thought, he wanted to blow his load in him anonymously but… “sure but I can get a bit rough. “ There was a pause. “ok come over” Cody slid his sweats up and went to the other room, it looked bigger from the outside. guys were now eyeing cody with a lot more respect. He knocked on the door, and it unlatched. Cody went in and dropped his shorts, before the door closed and before he got a good look at the bottom. He looked at the bottom, and recognized him as a guy that used to give him crap in high school. He was younger than cody, cody gussed this had to be his senior year. This was going to be hot and feel good for two reasons. They guy didn’t reconzie cody hower. Then cody realized it was highschool lunch hour, and he smirked. Cody pressed the bottom againts the wall, and gently slid his toxic cock inside his old bully. He knew how powerfull edging a bottom was, how if done right it could drive a bottom to do nearly anything. Cody started to stoke the bottoms pleasingly small cock. “does that feel good?” cody asked faking concern so the bottom wouldn’t back out. The bottom moaned and nodded his face pressed against the smooth bathroom stall style wall. Cody throbbed his cock deep in the bottom, and he moand pleasingly. “you know im going to cum in you? “ “yea” the bottom moaned and nodded. Cody slowly built up a rhythm, untill he was going so hard that the bottom moaned loudly after each powerful thrust. Cody glaced over at the holein the wall and noticed a set of eye watching. Cody felt the bottoms cock spasam, he squezzed his head hard ruining the orgasm, and he fucked the bottom harder. Now the bottom was practically screaming, and the wall was rattling. Cody brought the bottom to his edge again, and ruined it. Cody was enjoying himself too much to be close to cumming. Twinks had the tightest asses and this twink bottom was no exception. “im going to breed you so hard. “ cody grunted louldly the bottom nodded. Cody brought the bottom to his edge ruined it, and wiped the bottom precum on his stomach. Cody was close now, so he started to bring the bottom close to his point, but not quite there. Cody was close to shooting now. “im going to cum. “ he said. “ do it. “ the bottom moamed. Codys cock throbbed and he had to slow down to keep from cumming. “im poz. “ cody said slowing down more, he had to hear his bullies response. “i… I.. Don’t care. “ the bottom moaned. With that cody slid out, grabbed the head of his own cock and calmed himself down. Cody forced the bottom to the floor, the bottom now noticing the eyes on the way to the floor. “theyre fine” cody grunted getting ready to remount the bottom. Cody mounted and slid back in the now well-worn ass. Cody quickly restarted thrusting hard. Cody forced the bottoms face to the sticky grimy yet slick floor. “yea whoes bitch are you. “ “yours” the bottom moaned out, barely audble over the claping sound codys hips were making againts the bottoms ass. Cody grunted and started plantimg his ditry seed with violent and uncontrollable thrust into the bottom. The bottom moaned as he recived codys hot cum. “that’s it just accept my poz load you worthless whore.” cody grunted very loudly his hips still spasiming into the bottom. Cody shot nine thick and large ropes. Cody stod pulled up his pants and opened the door. “thanks Sean. “ he smirked down at the quivering bottom, who looked up horrified at cody, still unaware who cody was. New chapter Cody saved up a few days worth of cum, and got on sniffies. He posted his usal ad, dom poz twink 4 neg and went on to watching some porn. He had been edging for days and was kind of bord with what he could find porn wisd. He found no messages, so he went to the park bath room seeing it was active on scruff. He found went into the empty stall and tapped his foot under the stall three times indicating he was a top, the guy in the other stall tapped his foot twice indicating he was a bottom. Cody drooped his sweat pants and let his semi hard toxic tool flop out flinging pre cum forward. Then he got on his knees pressing his pelvis againts the wall of his stall. Cody moaned as a pair of lips started teasing the head of his cock before taking most of him, before gagging. After cody was hard and pulled his cock away, and the bottom put his larger cheeks under the stall. Cody pressed his cock againts the bottoms hole his precum caused his cock to slide effortlessly over the mans hole. Cody gripped his cock working his cock up and down the hole. “fuck me! “ the bottom moaned. “im poz” cody whispered slowly pushing in the bottom. “can you pull out? “ the bottom moaned uncontrollably. “yes” cody groaned as he slid all the way in, pretty sure he wouldn’t be pulling out. Cody quickly worked up to nearly to his breeding speed, then to his breeding speed bring him nearly to his climax then slowed down. He did this a few times. “I want to cum in you so bad. “ “me too” the bottom moaned out when cody was close to his climax cody sped up and let his climax come he slid into the bottom and pumped his load deep in the bottom. “oh fuck… “ the bottom moaned now knowing he was being pumped full of toxic seed cody smirked and slid out. , “I cant believe I did that” the man said half in shock. codys cum ran down the bottom’s ass and down his leg. “I can you cum dump.” Cody said coldly. Cody let the bottom leave and left him self. Still horny after pozzing another neg ass, he hopped back on sniffies and found someone had messaged him. It was a 21 year old twink, that had profile pics. Cody smiked at them he was shorter than cody, had bl9nd hair and green eyes. ‘you want my toxic load? ‘ cody asked sitting in his car. ‘mmmm yea. ‘ ‘once I start I wont stop untill im done’ ‘hot’ Cody went to the twinks house, or rather his parents’ house, and the two quickly to the twinks room which was hotly very messy and smelt like the twink. “ god your hot” the twink blushed. Cody smirked and dropped his sweats letting his hard cock flop out. The twink looked shocked, but got on his knees and started to suck cody. Cody took out his phone and started to record it. “mmmmm. “, cody groaned loking down at the good as poz twink, running his hands through the twinks hair pulling his head on to codys cock. Cody forced the twink onto a pile of his own dirty clothes, spit on the twinks hole, mounted him. The twink moaned out as he took codys poz dick. “that’s right just take it. “ Cody pushed the twinks face down into his own pile of dirty clothes. “you’re a fility pig” cody grunted, as he slowly started to work his cock in and out of the twinks tight hole he slapped the bottoms ass and it contracted hard around codys cock as he thrusted in hard. The twink moaned out. ‘taking my poz cock in your neg hole in your fility room, in your parents house. “ cody sneared. Pinning him down now by supporting himself on the bottoms shoulder pinning him. Cody was so horny, this twinks ass was so tight, he slapped the twicks ass again. The twink moaned out. Other than moans the twink had been hotly quiet, just taking codys cock and the hot verbal cody was throwing at him. Cody colapsed on the twink pinng his hands, and pinning his legs with his own. Cody worked his rhythm up to a breeding speed, cody felt like he owened this little twink, that this twink was no good to him other thank to take his poz load. Cody grunted slammed in to him and let the twink have it. “ohh fuck I cant belive your pozzing me!” the twink moaned as codys cock pumped him full of cum. Codys back arched forcing his cock in deeper delivering more of his venom deepee int the cunt. “why wouldn’t i?“ cody started to fuck his dirty load in the innocent twink. “You were dumb enough to let my poz cock in you bare, you knew I was poz, and you let me pump you full cum…” cody bit his lip and pinned the bottoms hips to the pile of dirty clothes and railed in the bottom. he was really into this the way he was talking to this bottom and the bottoms silence was so hot, so he continued. “your not a man, and never where just a play thing for men…” cody grunted as he fucked another load into th boy, his boy. “have another dirty load. “, he panted as he thrusht irregularly in the bottom, pumping him full of the good stuff again. Cody regained his composure a teased the bottom with some violet thrusts. “ now you’re a nasty man’s play thing, only real men like me willfuck you and we will only pump you full of our poz cum.” Cody closed his eyes and bit his lip and concentrated of fucking a third load into the now whimpering and crying bottom. Cody knew his words struk a nerve, making them all the hotter. He slid in and let his cum pump, dump in the local sperm bank. The bottom moaned quitly, tears still in his eyes. “this is all your good for and the only thing you’ll ever be good at.” Cody finshed slid out and got ready to leave. “whyd you have to be so mean? “ the bottom sniffled. Cody smriked at the curled up bottom on the pile of its only dirty clothes. “the truth often hurts, but now you know your place. “ cody showed himself out.

02 CARLO The awards ceremony at that restaurant was a complete bore. I sat at the table, listening to endless speeches about cuisine and gastronomic excellence, when what I really wanted was to be home, away from that artificial atmosphere. I wasn’t a restaurant critic, nor a social event reporter. What I really wanted to do was cover serious news, investigate the criminal gangs that infested Sicily like a plague. But apparently someone inside the newspaper was trying to boycott my work. I knew I was bothering the criminals, so I had to keep investigating. But not everyone was happy about it. When I finally managed to leave the restaurant, the night was already dark and the streets were almost deserted. I walked quickly, with my hands stuffed in my coat pockets, trying to ignore the cold that was biting my skin. My mind was still busy with the stories I wanted to write, the denunciations that needed to be made. Sicily was not only a place of beauty and tradition; It was also a place of shadows, where crime hid behind respectable facades. And I was determined to expose it, no matter the cost. It was then that I felt that strong hand pressing a piece of cloth against my nose. The smell of the liquid was strong, almost suffocating, and I immediately realized what was happening. I tried to struggle, but the man was too strong. He held my body as if I were a rag doll, with no chance of escape. My arms and legs felt like they weighed tons, and each movement was more difficult than the last. “There’s no point in fighting,” I heard a low voice say, but I couldn’t see the speaker’s face. The darkness of the street seemed to swallow everything around me. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. The liquid in the cloth began to take effect, and soon my consciousness began to wander. My thoughts became confused, as if they were floating in a sea of fog. The last thing I thought before I passed out was that my fiancée would be worried when I didn’t come home. She always waited for me, even when I arrived late. She said she couldn’t sleep until she was sure I was safe. Now, I had no way to warn her, no way to explain what had happened. When I woke up, I was in a dark, cold place. My head ached, and the taste of the liquid was still in my mouth, bitter and sickening. I tried to move, but realized that I was tied to a chair, my hands and feet bound by thick ropes. The light was dim, coming from a single bulb hanging from the ceiling, and the air was filled with a musty, damp smell. “Is anyone there?” I shouted, but my voice echoed in the void, unanswered. I stood there, trying to make sense of what had happened. I knew my work had upset powerful people, but I never imagined it would go this far. Sicily was a dangerous place, but I had always believed that words had power, that the truth could prevail. Now, it seemed I had underestimated the lengths they were willing to go to in order to silence someone like me. Time passed slowly, and I had no way of knowing if it was hours or minutes. Every sound made me shiver, every shadow seemed to move. I knew I was not alone, that someone was watching, waiting for the right moment to act. But who? And what did they want from me? When I finally heard footsteps approaching, my heart raced. The door opened, and a man walked in. He was tall, with an impassive face and eyes that seemed to see nothing but an object, not a person. “You’ve caused a lot of trouble,” he said, his voice calm and terrifying. “Now you’re going to pay for it.” I tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out. He stepped closer, and I felt fear creep up my spine. I knew what was coming wouldn’t be good, but I also knew I couldn’t give up. There were still stories to tell, truths to expose. And as long as I was alive, I would keep fighting for them. But at that moment, all I could do was wait. Wait and try to hold on to the hope that somehow I would find a way out of there. Because deep down, I knew my fiancée wouldn’t give up looking for me. And as long as she was out there, I still had a chance. Those criminals would pay for what they were doing. The man came closer and held my chin firmly, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. His grip was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the fear that surged through my veins. The room was cold, the only light coming from a single bulb dangling from the ceiling, casting harsh shadows across the cinder block walls. The smell of stale cigarettes and fear hung heavy in the air, a potent mix that made it hard to breathe. My heart thundered in my chest, and the ropes bit into my wrists, a painful reminder of my predicament. "You're Carlo, right?" he asked, his voice a low murmur. I nodded, not trusting my voice to betray my fear. "Good, good," he said, his eyes studying me intently. "You've been causing quite a stir with the Cosa Nostra." My heart sank. I had hoped it was just a random mugging, a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. But now, the reality of my situation was sinking in. The group Cosa Nostra didn't play games. They had a reason for taking me, and it wasn't going to be pretty. The man's grip on my chin tightened for a moment before he let go. I felt a brief sense of relief, but it was quickly replaced by a new form of terror as he began to untie the ropes that bound me to the chair. My arms and legs remained bound, but suddenly, the chair was no longer part of my prison. He pulled me to my feet, and I stumbled, my legs wobbly from the sudden rush of blood. "I’m Tony Mancini," he said, holding out a hand as if we were at a cocktail party. "And you, my friend, are in a world of trouble." The fear grew colder, wrapping itself around my spine like a serpent. If Tony Mancini was here, it meant the situation was dire. He was notorious for his brutality, a man who didn't just take things; he liked to break them first. He stepped back, allowing me to see him fully. He was tall, with dark hair slicked back from a sharp widow's peak. His eyes were cold, like chips of ice in a winter's grip. I knew that look. It was the look of a man who had seen too much, a man who enjoyed the power he held over others. I tried to speak, to spit out defiance, but all that came out was a muffled sound. "Now, let's talk," he said, his smile never wavering. I took a deep breath and spat at him. "You're all going down," I said, my voice hoarse but steady. "You, your dad, the whole rotten lot of you." Tony's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting in the harsh light. "Is that so?" He stepped closer, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. "You know, you're quite handsome when you're angry." My stomach churned. What kind of sick game was he playing? "I'll tell you what," he said, his voice dropping to a murmur. "We'll make a deal." I waited, my heart racing. "You're going to make me very happy," Tony purred, his hand trailing down to my neck, his thumb brushing against the pulse hammering in my throat. "And in return, I might decide to keep you around a little longer." The implication was clear. I felt the bile rise in my throat, but I forced myself to remain calm. I had to think, to find a way out of this. I couldn't let fear control me. "You see, Carlo," Tony continued, "you have something I like. And I have something you need. A way to live." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "But first," he whispered, "you're going to show me how much you want to live." Before I could react, he grabbed my face with both hands and turned it to the side. His gaze was intense, hungry. "You have such a pretty mouth," he said, licking his lips. "It's a shame to waste it on talking." My body went rigid with disgust and fear as Tony's other hand reached down and unzipped his pants. That man was going to rape me.

Author's Note: This is a chapter-based novella that follows a variety of characters. Each chapter will have a disclaimer about who is narrating it. I will post the chapters as I write them, so please comment to encourage me to continue. It is a work of dark fiction. Fetishes include intentional HIV infection, kidnapping, rape, and torture. 01 TONY “You have HIV”, the doctor said. My name is Antonio Mancini, I live in Sicily, Italy. I am the heir to the Cosa Nostra Cartel, a mafia group from my region. My father is the leader of this group and since I was little I learned to have discipline. But I have always been addicted to sex. And I have never worried much about protection. A few months ago, I met two girls at a club, we danced and we had a good time. They really liked the drugs I had with me. I was sure I was going to have sex with them. But when we were walking to the car, about to leave, they said they couldn't leave their friend who was with them to the club. I said I could give the guy a ride, but they said they would only have sex with me if he was included. I had never had sex with a guy before, but I was curious. Within minutes of us getting to my house, I was balls deep in him, hard as a rock. I completely forgot about the girls and I enjoyed the night like never before with that man. They left and he stayed to sleep with me. He also fucked me hard and came about three times inside my ass. That was the best night of my life. After having sex with a man for the first time, I was hooked. Sex with another male was so much better than sex with a woman. Over the next few weeks, I went to every gay club in town and had sex with every type of man I could find. White, brown, blond, black, Asian, Latino. I didn't care, I just wanted the thrill of another guy cumming in my guts. Whether they used a condom or not was always their choice, I never cared about that. And I really liked to get bred. Meanwhile, the mafia's work continued. I always carried a gun, participated in transactions and followed my father everywhere. I had to learn to be a leader like him, after all, I would inherit all of that. What my father didn't know was that I had always been a bit more sadistic than he was. I had always enjoyed torturing and killing other people. When he sent one of his henchmen to do the dirty work, I would volunteer to do it in their place. For this reason, no one ever suspected that I enjoyed having sex with men. The problem was that a few months after I started having sex with other guys, I felt very sick. It felt like the flu, I had a fever, I was shaking and I had chills. I even became delirious at times, it felt like my body was going to give out. A family doctor said it was just a cold and gave me some medicine, but he told me to go to a hospital and do some tests. When I was feeling better, I went to a private clinic that didn't keep patient records. The doctor ordered some blood tests and now I was getting the results. When I heard I had HIV, I was in shock for about three seconds, but then I realized it made sense. I had been letting strangers cum inside my ass for months, it was bound to happen at some point or another. I was never afraid of dying, I learned to be brave since I was a child, because of my line of work. Knowing that I had a deadly virus inside me was nothing compared to my father's threats. "You can start treatment immediately," the doctor said. "What do I have to do?" I asked. "I'm going to order some more tests to check your viral load and find out what type of virus you have, but you can start taking the medications that make the viral load decrease. In the first few weeks, you'll feel some side effects, but they'll soon go away." "No," I replied. "I don't understand," the doctor said. "I don't want to take anything for now, I'll think about what I'm going to do," I explained. "I don't want any strong medicine destroying my body." "It's the virus that's destroying your immune system, not the medicine," he tried to insist. "But if you don't want to get treatment, I can't force you, it's your choice. I just have to remind you that you shouldn't have sex with anyone without a condom, even oral sex. Because infecting another person on purpose is a crime. You don't want to go to jail for having sex with someone. Are your sexual partners men or women?" "I don't see how that's any of your business." I left his office without saying anything else. I committed crimes as often as I changed clothes, so I wasn't worried about one more crime. By the time I arrived at the Cosa Nostra headquarters, the doctor’s appointment was already far from my mind. His words, the ones that tried to convince me that something was wrong with me, seemed insignificant compared to what awaited me. My father was sitting in his chair, as always, with a cigar between his fingers and a gaze that seemed to pierce anyone who dared to lie to him. He looked up when I entered, and I felt the weight of his question before he even asked it. “Where have you been?” His voice was calm, but I knew his tone well. It was a trap, a way to test my loyalty. “I made some rounds in the city,” I replied, keeping my gaze fixed on his. I thought about saying that I went to visit my mother, but that would have been pointless. I hadn’t seen her in months, and he knew that she meant nothing to either of us. She had simply been the one chosen to bear the heir, and nothing more. He didn’t ask any more questions, and I felt a fleeting relief. “I have a mission for you,” he said, taking the cigar out of his mouth and pointing it at me. “There’s a journalist, fresh out of college, causing chaos in the city. He sticks his nose in where he doesn’t belong and talks too much. His name is Carlo Barbieri. He thinks he can solve every crime in Sicily by himself. We need to find a way to silence the boy.” I remained silent, waiting for him to continue. I could not rush Aurelio Mancini. My father didn’t like to be pressured, and I knew he would say what needed to be said in his own time. “He’s covering a restaurant awards ceremony. Then he’ll go home alone. Take two of your men and kidnap the boy.” “When will this happen?” I asked. “Tonight,” he replied, as if I had asked an obvious question. “It will be done,” I said without hesitation. “Where should I take the journalist?” “Keep him hidden in your place for a few days. I will soon give you instructions to take him to the docks.” “What are you going to do with him?” I asked. My father smiled, a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “There is a faction leader in Nigeria who is interested in a new sex toy, because his huge dick broke the last one. He will pay well.” That was nothing new. We had done similar business before, but never with a journalist. Carlo Barbieri was a well-known name, and his disappearance would cause a stir. But my father didn’t seem worried about that. He had everything planned, as always. “Understood,” I said, nodding. “I’ll take care of it.” “I don’t want him to get hurt, that would decrease his value,” my father said and just turned his attention back to his cigar, as if the matter were already over. I left the room, feeling the weight of this mission on my shoulders. Two of my men were already waiting outside, and I waved them over. “We have work to do tonight,” I said, keeping my voice low. “Get ready.” They didn’t ask any questions. They knew that when I spoke like that, it was best to just obey. I walked back to my car, thinking about what was to come. Carlo Barbieri was just a young man, someone who believed he could change the world with words. He didn’t know that in Sicily, words had a price, and I was about to exact his. The night fell quickly, and we positioned ourselves near the restaurant where the awards ceremony would take place. The journalist left around midnight, alone, as my father had said. He walked distractedly, unaware that he was being followed. When he turned into a dark street, I gave the signal. My men acted quickly, covering his mouth with a cloth soaked in chloroform and dragging him into the car. He didn't have a chance to fight.

I love fucking a cum-filled ass. I love to churn another man’s load inside the asshole I’m fucking. The ultimate fuck for me is to see a young man being fucked and watch as the man pumps his seed in deep. He pulls out and I go straight in when the previous dude’s sperm is still hot from his balls. Now that’s a fuck!

Way back in 2012, I was a tourist in the UK porn industry for a summer. Did a few films, a few photoshoots, got myself exposed a bit, and then after three months stopped. One of the films I did, for Triga, was a full-on piss party group sex thing. Was pissed on by multiple guys for the afternoon, got myself fucked, sucked cock and drank piss down etc. It was incredible. Tried to find a few screencaps of the vid I made at the time, but only one pic with two guys pissing on me at the same time - first pic, of me being fucked - found a few others of me getting pissed on, or in the mouth, but just by one guy. Shame - I thought I had some of me taking piss by two or three guys at once there. Anyway, enjoy, and feel free to download and re-upload elsewhere if you like 'em. It's fun to share! 😄

left the pub, drunk, fucked a man in the local cruising zone, as i dumped my load in him, i felt my cock bathed in another's load. i locked my cock in for a good minute, keeping him in place. when i pulled my cock out, the other load was all over my cock, my foreskin and running my down my nut sack. suely that load got in me via my cock. so does that count as me getting a load too? i got home and my cock stank of cum, so I think the other load definitley was in me. I hope it was.

Before Mike was even home he had the hookup app open and was messaging Sir. It was useless to pretend he didn’t want to or that he hadn’t been turned on by what had happened yesterday. He’d been so turned on buy Sir’s load leaking out of him that he’d just come on to and blown one of his straight team mates. He licked his lips. He could still taste Brad’s sweat. Sir’s answer came quickly. “Ready for more already boy? I guessed it would take you at least two days to be horny enough to admit you wanted more of my raw cock.” “I’m ready now Sir.” Mike replied as he walked. “I was so turned on when your load started leaking out of me that I offered to blow my friend when he said his girlfriend wasn’t putting out.” “Fuck boy.” “I can still taste his load in my mouth.” “Holy shit, he took you up on it?” “And blew a massive load down my throat!” “Good Boy!” Mike’s cock gave a little twitch reading the words he now craved. “I kind of wish he’d fucked me though Sir… Swallowing his load was hot but…” “You missed feeling a cock exploded deep in your guts?” “Yes! And he’s thick Sir. It would have felt so good. Not as good as you… but still!” “Good Boy. Give in to your horny impulses.” “Yes Sir!” “Where are you now?” “Almost back to my apartment.” “You ready to beg me to breed your ass again boy?” “Yes Sir! As soon as I swallowed my friend’s load bouncing on your cock was all I could think about.” “Well come over and get it then fag.” Sir replied with a picture of his beautiful hard dick sticking out of the fly of his jeans. “On my way!” Sir grabbed Mike and dragged him through the door. “Turn around faggot.” He growled. Mike did as he was told and turned around so he was facing Sir’s front door. Without warning Sir pulled down Mike’s gym shorts and briefs in one move. A firm hand pushed him forward against the door. Mike was in shock. This was so different from his other encounters with Sir, but it was also so hot. Rough hands spread Mike’s cheeks and warm spit was slathered onto his hole. “Fuck yes,” Sir said in a low harsh voice, “Your holes still wet and open from yesterday. I can feel my load in there. You’re already all lubed up for me.” He wrapped one arm around Mike holding him in place and lined up his cock with the other. Mike was panicking, could he really take Sir’s cock with no warm up like this? He didn’t have much of a choice though. Sir pressed forward, his cock head pushing against Mike’s hole. Mike took a deep breath and let it all out, willing his body to relax. Half of Sir’s cock sunk into him. They both moaned. Sir didn’t wait for Mike to adjust to his cock. He powered forward, filling the boy’s hole. He bucked, using his new play thing. The first fuck had been Mike’s indoctrination, his initiation into the world of raw sex. The second fuck had been about getting Mike to admit what he wanted. This fuck was to show him how he belonged to. Even if he swallowed every guy on the soccer team he belonged to Sir. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Sir! Holy fuck!” Mike whimpered against the door. Sir held him frim, keeping the boy pinned as he hammered away. It wouldn’t be long now. This fuck was about ownership not about pleasure. He reared back. Taking a deep breath and flooded his boy. “That’s it faggot. Take my load. Feel it filling you up. That’s what you wanted isn’t it. That’s what you couldn’t get sucking off your little straight friend. You needed cum up your ass. Fuck yes boy.” “Fuck yes Sir! Fill me up! Breed my pussy! Use my cumdump hole!” “Good Boy. Good faggot. Fuck.” Sir pulled out slowly, and pulled his pants up. “On my god Sir that was so fucking hot!” “Your hole was made to be bred… you’re a good cock sucker, but you’re a better cumdump. Fuck. Ok I wish I could spend all afternoon pumping you full of cum but I’ve actually got a meeting for work.” He looked at his watch, and then back at his boy. “You know what… I’ve got an idea. Stay there.” Mike stayed put, with his pants still around his ankeles, while Sir left the room. He heard what sounded like Sir making a phone call. Then after a few moments Sir came back with a big grin on his face. “Since I can’t spend the afternoon working your pussy over and you seem so eager to please other men I’ve got a little surprise for you. Oh, you can pull your pants up.” Mike blushed and pulled up his pants. “Here give me your phone.” Mike handed over his phone. “First, here’s my number. Stupid you didn’t have it already. Second.” Sir opened another app. “I’m putting an address into your maps. Go here, knock on the door and tell the man that Jake sent you.”

A buddy of mine recently had surgery. It was laparoscopic, so he got several incisions in his belly. He came by my place about two hours ago, ready to fuck for the first time since his operation. I sucked his cock and ate his ass for quite a while, then he put me on my back and went inside me. He kept telling me how he's going to take me out to where an old fuck buddy of his lives and watch while his buddy shoves his beer can cock up my ass and floods me with cum. That set him off and I took his load, the first he'd deposited inside someone since his surgery. Then he got dressed and hurried off to be home before his wife. I feel honored to be able to help him with his post-op recovery.

Asher was away at college on his eighteenth birthday. After Skyping with his parents and catching a bite to eat with his friends at the food hall, he was on his brand new sniffies account. There were tons of guys online, a lot who wanted to talk a big talk, but no one was willing to host for Asher, or they ghosted him… He sat rock hard snd a bit desperate in his dorm room when he got a message from an anonymous profile. He tapped the profile, there was no picture, but Breeder was listed on position. ‘hey nice ass.’ The anomouys guy messaged referencing Ashers profile pic.. ‘Thanks.’ Asher Messaged back. ‘ whats a breeer.’ ‘Come over and I will show you.’ The guy messaged sending some pictures, the guy was hot, and had a large cock. He was kind of older, which Asher thought was hot. Asher sent back a few more of him naked, and of his smaller cock. ‘come over and lets fuck.’ Asher agreed and headed over to the guys place. It was a small house on the older side of town. The guy greeted him and let him in. He was only wearing his robe. He let it slid to the floor. “Get on your knees, and lets see what you got.” The man ordered. This was not what he was excepting, but daddy was so much hotter in person, he got on his knees and put the mans, at least nine in cock in his mouth. Right at his eye level the man had a tattoo, one of the hazard symbols. “Take more in your mouth and suck harder.” The man ordered looking down at Asher pulling his head towards his pelvious. Asher almost gaged, but took as much as the mans cock, as he pulled into Asher mouth. Asher adjusted himself. “Don’t touch yourself.” The man barked. Despite, the man being, hostile, aggrisve, and very domintate, Asher was very turned on, by it all. The man finally let Asher’s hair go. Asher wipped the slobber away from his mouth. “Whats that tattoo mean?” Asher asked. Asher asked assuming it had meaning by it’s placement. “Pull your pants down.” The man ordered, asher did, and the man turned him around. The man put the head off his cock, against ashers hole and pushed in teasing him. Asher moaned out. The man slowly strocked asher until he was about ready to cum which really didn’t take long, then he squeezed ashers head hard, and stopped him from cumming. He did this five times, By the time the man was done, his hole was so teased, and he was so horny he wanted the man to slide into him, right now, no condom. Ahser was starting to figure out what a Breeder was. “Do you want me to fuck you?” The man asked, asher nodded his head. “good, the tattoo means that I have Hiv.” He said bending asher over his couch, sliding in him. Asher’s heart pounded, the man had hiv? He moaned as the man enterted him. “Don’t don’t cum in me.” Asher moand out half hearted ly, he was so horny that deep down, he’d probably let the man cum in him if he wasn’t careful. “Ok.” The man wishpered, sliding deeper into Asher’s tight virgin hole. The man slowly opened ashers hole, and contiunted to bring asher to the edge of cumming and ruining it, the man knew Asher was as good as pozzed, that almost caused the man to do it right then and there, but first to get consent, which wasn’t far away now. “Please sir let me cum.” Asher begged his hole body trembling under the man. “I think you know what it’s going to take for me to let you cum.” The man said coldy, Asher looked at him confused. “I want to cum in you.” The man smirked at asher. Asher gulped. “Ok as long as you let me cum.” Asher whined. The man slid out of asher, and moved him to the couch. He laid asher on his belly, and laid on top of him, sliding in him fast enough to make Asher cry out. “You’re a nasty, little cumdump arnt you.” The man said as he started to slam into asher. “Yes sir.” Asher said as his heart started to race again, the pleasure was beyond anything he had ever thought possible. He gladly moanded as the man slid in and out of him. “Do you want me to poz you?” The man grunted. “Yea poz me.” Asher moaned, not quite sure what that meant. The man slammed into Asher harder, and harder. “Ohh fuck here it comes you worthless whore.” The man slid in to asher and his dick started to throb. “Your going to cum in me!” Asher exclaimed as the pussling got harder, accomaned by wet feeling in his ass. He moaned out, with each pump of the cock. Ashers cock was trobbing now, realzing that Pozzing meant to give him Hiv. “Ohh fuck your giving me hiv.” Aher moaned as he started to cum all over the mans couch, his little cock tobbing against his torsoe. “Such a good little worttles whore you are.” The man said as he started to fuck asher again. The man grunted fucking his cum in and out of Asher’s fertile hole. “Oh I bet your so fertile.” The man grunted. “Fertile?” Asher asked, his heart pounding again, his cock getting hard again at the use of a term that could only apply to a woman. “As in I ripped you open, and now, I’m fucking my toxic Viral load into hard. The man grunted as he fucked another load into the newly pozzed bottom. He slid out, took the boys number, texted him, and sent him on his way. Texting his poz friends, getting them ready to breed a new ass.

Guys, this is my first attempt to add to the incredibly hot stories that have appeared time and time again on BZ. So please feel free to comment so I can get better and hopefully write more stories. Thanks! Jack, in his freshman year of college, hopes to join a fraternity, Stigma Alpha Cum Pig at Butte U in Montana. It's a fraternity that goes way back in his family with every male joining since his great great grandfather. After a meet and greet beer party at the house, all the frat brothers got together and selected who they would mentor and put thru the pledging process. Jack was very nervous as he eyed all the hot guys in the room. He felt as if he didn't fit in. Jack was 18, 5'7", 135 lbs, clean shaven with short blonde hair, blue eyes, tight swimmer's build, very cute and you could tell he was naive and a little nervous by the way he carried himself. He had that 'deer in the headlight' look about him. Everyone else in the room towered over him. Now Jack wasn't gay, but this one guy just happened to catch his attention, probably because of the way he was surveying the men in the room. He just had a penetrating stare. There was a swagger and overt confidence about him. He was extremely handsome, about 6'3, well built and very muscular, with a buzz cut, dark features and a heavy 5 o'clock shadow. The brothers of the house were clearly acknowledging him so he must be important Jack thought. As it turns out he was the President of the fraternity or "Master" as he liked to be called and had his eye on Jack the moment he walked in the door. He knew his family's lineage, it was legendary at the frat house and how desperate this guy would be to pledge which meant he was an easy mark for what really went on in the house. This was going to be FUN (Fuck U Newbie) he thought to himself!! This fraternity, Stigma Alpha Cum Pig, was actually a major money making enterprise, part of a bigger conglomerate "Breeders 'R Us" ! Every year the brothers would recruit new members to not only service the house but to rent out to the professors and other students to generate enough income so the brothers could continue living the 'high' life, emphasis on high. This house controlled all the sex and drug traffic on the campus and surrounding community which was extremely lucrative. They kept files on everyone so they were above the law and completely untouchable. The pledges were texted by their frat brother the time and place to report for the hazing ritual. The Master decided he was going to handle Jack differently than the usual pledges he breaks in. Instead of using force he was going to 'trick' the new bait into submission. He would start by being very friendly and charming, totally not threatening or abusive which was his typical demeanor. He would propose a toast and of course give the pledge a G spiked cocktail. He would then suggest they smoke a traditional 'peace pipe' in the name of brotherhood. If the boy protested he would tell him it was completely harmless white smoke, just a vapor like from a hot cup of 't'!. He would manage his breath control and after a solid 5 hits or so he would proceed to the next phase. He would start discussing the benefits and requirements of living in the house. He would mention the private gym in the basement that all the frat brothers were required to utiilize on a daily basis. All the men at Stigma Alpha Cum Pig were in prime shape and were the envy of all the men and women on campus. Jack realizing his short comings in this area as he was only 5'7 and 140 lbs asked Master if there was anything he could do to help his chances of being accepted into the house. Master knew he had Jack just where he wanted him. He 'might' be able to suggest something but that Jack would probably reject the idea. Jack said no he was willing to do 'anything' because joining the house was so important to his family. The Master said, well there are steroids, he could take on a daily basis, several times a day to start, that along with an extensive workout schedule would have him buffed to perfection in no time. Jack naturally said 'oh no' he couldn't do that and Master said he understood completely. It's probably for the best and Jack should just leave now and abandon any hopes of joining the fraternity. Master said it was his choice and headed towards the door and motioned for Jack to leave. Of course, he added 'could it really hurt any to just sample a little tiny bit? 'he smirked as he touched the door handle. Jack thought for a moment but by now the t and g were having the desired effect and he was no longer in complete control. He was totally suseptical to any and all suggestions. He thought it might not be so bad to try a little. How could that hurt? What the stupid idiot didn't know was that he was going to get the slam of all slams. Master suggested that in order to get any benefit at all Jack needed to start some form of exercise regimen right way and they should head down to the G>Y>M (Guys You Molest) immediately !! Of course this room was set up with cameras and video equipment and a feed to all the tv's in the house and to special subscribers. Jack said he didn't bring any gym clothes and Master said no worries he was sure he'd find something for him to wear. He pulled out a black canvas bag and was rummaging thru it obviously looking for something specific. With a devilish grin Master administered the slam and after it hit, Jack's head was spinning. He never felt like this before. Master had Jack change into the gym clothes aka as a 'whore's uniform. A Nasty Pig black jockstrap, a pair of knee high Breedwell black socks and a black leather collar. Now to put the rest of the plan into action. Jack would be filmed looking like a slut and taking cock and cum up his hole and doing whatever Master wanted including servicing him and begging for more. Soon it was time for more g, smoke and slam part 2. Master said he needed a favor from Jack. He needed a model for some men's workout gear he's promoting and asked if Jack would model for him. He said not to worry his face won't be photographed (he lied). He needed pictures of Jack to post on the internet along with the films for the big promotion of this semesters newest 'it' boy aka fuck toy! Now Master had all the film and pictures he needed to start the.process to turn Jack into quite the slut of the frat house. There was enough stuff to blackmail Jack into total submission. The fraternity had also entered the porn industry and was looking for a virgin to star in their new breeding trilogy. Jack was reciting anything Master told him to say all which made everything appear Jack was quite the willing participant. He was so fucked up he was willing to do anything Master suggested he do. Time to reload that hungry hole! Now on to the ABS!

The biggest cock I ever took was 11 inches. A skinny-as-fuck Eastern European guy with basically a third leg. We were in a public area of Sweatbox in London, kissing and putting on a bit of a show, when he said he wanted to fuck me. "But" he said "it's big, no one can ever really take the whole of me" - or words to that effect. And I thought... Challenge Accepted! Especially in front of that audience. I'll be honest: it was hard work. We did it doggy style so I had a bit of control how deep he went. It took quite a few minutes to work my hole right down to the hilt - he was quite patient with me because he knew I would try my hardest to accomodate him fully - and when it did go right down until I could feel my ass against his abs, it opened me right up and felt FUCKING GOOD. Until he started fucking me. Now I had a few loads inside me to help lube the situation up, and he was fucking me bareback, so I knew if I could hold on, I'd get his load so deep inside me I'd be spitting it out. But fuck me, once he got into a rhythm it just fucking hurt. I bit down, determined. Held onto my cock and balls because even they were hurting as he started to work it. Good thing was, all the appreciative noises he was making, like "wow, can't believe you've taken it all", "fuck yeah feels so good" and so on. That's all I was really in for now, to make him feel good and to make him cum. At one point he asked if I was hurting him, and I just grunted "That's my problem. Not yours. Don;t fucking stop." Because if he had stopped, I would have pulled him out of me and got out of there. Luckily for me, he didn't take that long to cum. Maybe he really never had had many guys take his cock fully like this but whatever, the last 30 seconds of crescendo pounding were agonising. He shot his load so deep into me, and with such an animal howl, that a wave of relief hit me - my animal howls too. Well, the truth is that I pretty much did it to say that I had done it... and yeah to be able to sit here and type this right now. I've taken 10.5 inches since then, with much the same result, but well... was it worth it? For taking yet another stranger's load deeper into my ass than ever before? Yes For the story and bragging rights? Fuck yes For the sense that I bit down and got used hard? Fuck fuck yes But the actual fuck itself, I gotta be honest: it was an endurance ride pretty much from start to finish, very little pleasure for me, and it pretty much wiped me out for the rest of the night. Once we were done, I found a private cabin, crashed and slept for an hour. Fairly sure I might have got a minor anal fissure from it too. But am I happy I did it? Fuck yeah! Do I still jack off about it six years later? Fuck fuck yeah Would I do it again if I got the chance, even though I know it'd be fucking agony? FUCK FUCK FUCK YEAH!

I just got down close to the back porch of the house when I heard my phone go off, I looked at it and realized it was my mom, so I quickly answered it and talked to her for a moment. She asked me about how I was enjoying the party, what I was up to and how many drinks I had so far. I was honest with her about everything except what I was up to. Of course im not telling her what happened with me and frank, that is staying between us. She mentioned that her and my father were staying for at least another hour or 2, and just wanted to check in on me. Satisfied with my responses and hearing from me doing ok she told me to have fun and got back to the event that my parents were at. As I put my phone away and looked up i realized I wasn’t alone. Harold had come down the hill from the party and was walking right up to me, a slight smirk on his face as he approached me. Harold: Hey there young man, how’s your night going? Me: Oh hey Harold, so far so good. I just got off the phone with my folks, they seem to be doing good. Harold: Glad to hear it. Hey since you’re down here, did you want to come in for a drink of whiskey with me? Just you and me. Me: Yeah, sure! That sounds good, I just have to use the washroom if that’s ok. Harold: Sure thing Zack. You can use it anytime, you know that! You could have used it earlier too you know. You already had no problem using it as your own personal photo booth hehe… Me: Huh? I wasn’t sure I heard that last part correctly. Was I really buzzing hard or did he just say what I thought he did? Did he just imply that he knew about me using the bathroom to take a picture of my ass on display? Harold: Go on in and use the washroom bud. Door’s unlocked. I’m going to have a smoke out here before I head inside. While Harold lit his smoke I went inside quickly and tried not to panic. How did he know about me taking a picture of myself like that? Did he know I was gay? Would he tell my parents about this? So many questions swirling in my head didn’t help how I felt at all or the fullness in me that said I needed to go to the bathroom, so I made my way towards the bathroom and tried to convince myself that whatever harold said was not going to be a big deal. I went in the bathroom and closed the door behind me, and went right to the mirror to check myself over. I felt like I needed to use the toilet so I pulled my pants off and sat down on the toilet seat. I thought I just had some gas, but nope… when I relaxed my anal muscles it made a loud “ppfffrt!” sound and I farted loudly into the toilet, followed by a weird feeling starting, almost like something was starting to leak out of my loosened hole. I looked and as I relaxed more my ass let loose the floodgates that had opened up, I farted out a lot of thick, white fluid that jarred me since it looked like it was a TON of cum. There was no mistaking that smell and what it felt like, it was Frank’s big load of cum. I felt like my ass had pissed itself. How did I end up full of jizz like this? My ass literally felt full, like someone had pissed inside of me, but it was all just a big load of jizz! He told me he wouldn’t cum in me if I let him fuck me bare… and I told him not to cum in me, he even said he wouldn’t! I pushed out some more massive globs of cum. I could feel the weight of it plopping into the toilet and it was thick and seemed to almost stick to my insides, like it didn’t want to come out of me. I felt betrayed and scared that I was bred without my consent, but I was also really turned on for some weird reason by the lewd scenario. He liked my ass so much that he wanted to cum in me, no he needed to cum in me. But was he even safe? Would I need to get tested now? I started to panic again, but for a different reason this time and for a brief moment I had forgotten about harold and what he said to me since I was in the bathroom, pants on the floor and a huge load of cum up my ass planted deep by a stud who had balls larger then I have ever seen when I told him to pull out. I still was trying to push more of his load out but it felt like a lot more was up inside of me further, like he had cum into my stomach and only so much was able to drain out at the moment. Frank must cum like a firehose! I started thinking back to when we were on the snowmobile together after he had convinced me to let him in me bareback for a short period of time. When he was balls deep in me and I felt him throbbing and spasming inside me I should have known he was cumming in me then! I felt so stupid. Maybe he planned this the whole time? Before I could think about it anymore, I heard the front door open and slam shut. Muffled talking for a moment, then footsteps approached the bathroom door. “Hello?” I called out but got no response. Just silence. I quickly turned off the light thinking someone from the shed party came down to use the bathroom but they might be drunk so I didn’t want them to find me in here farting out big globs of franks cum. Sitting there on the toilet almost naked I hear the door open and this stranger come in and quickly undress. I was in shock from how bold this man was, he walks over to me and puts his cock in front of my face and whispered to me: “I know you want this. Put it in your mouth boy.” That voice sounded exactly like harold, was that him? I hesitated, and when I didn’t act right away the man in front of me turned the light back on. It was Harold! He glarred down at me and spoke quietly again: Harold: Come on kid, I know all about you and frank, he told me about you letting him cum up in your arsehole. He showed me the picture you sent him in MY bathroom pushing your ass out for him like a true faggot. So here is what’s going to happen. You are going to do as I say, and if you don’t be a good little slut for me I’ll be showing this picture of you in my bathroom to your father and mother. Would you like that? Them to know that you’re a fucking faggot and you are looking for dick in my house, begging men to come and fuck you? I couldn’t even form words. Not only was I being blackmailed by the family friend who wanted me to service him, but frank was telling others he had fucked my ass full of cum and that I had asked for it! I told him not to cum in me and he broke my trust by breeding me without my consent or knowledge and then he was telling other people he fucked me full of cum and I asked for it, meanwhile he is showing the picture I sent to him to harold, maybe other guys as well? I felt seriously ill, and the hard cock in front of me wasn’t helping right now. Harold: Well, what’s it going to be cocksucker? You like dick right? You should love mine heheh. Me: U-uhh, listen to me harold… frank wasn’t supposed to cum in me! I told him to wear a condom but he didn’t, and then I told him he needed to pull out but he never did…. Harold: Shut up whore! I didn’t ask how you got your fat ass loaded up, but I am telling you to suck my cock and make it nice and wet. Now learn how to follow orders or your getting punished! I was surprised by how rude and snappy he was with me all of a sudden, his kindness was gone and all I could see was a man filled with lust. He wanted me, and as much as I should have been scared I told myself to do as he asked, hopefully he would keep his word if I was good and not tell anybody else about this! Harold’s cock was absolutely massive, It was uncut with long foreskin that partially covered his cock even when it was at full mast, the shaft being even thicker then franks dick and it looked to be as thick as my wrist, if not a bit thicker and about 10 inches long! He had long gray pubes that covered the base of his thick tool like a lions mane, and giant balls that must not get drained often considering the sheer size. Each of his nuts looked like each were a giant plum! I slowly reached out and took his massive schlong in my hands and groped his big balls before I started to enjoy sucking on all of it. It had definitely been at least a day since he showered, but it tasted incredible. He smelled very manly, his natural musk turning me on the more I gulped his cock down my throat. Harold: Atta boy… you know your place well. Take your time and savor it… The big mushroom head of his dick seemed to grow even bigger as I tasted him, it was such a nice feeling having it slide down my throat that I started to relax and really enjoy what was happening. That was before we heard footsteps and then a knock at the door. Vivian’s voice called out: Vivian: Harold? Are you in there? Harold: Yes honey, what is it? I almost stopped what I was doing in fear we would be caught, but Harold grabbed the back of my head and pulled me deep on his throbbing erection causing me to make a sound from the sudden throat fucking. Vivian: What was that noise? Harold: Oh… Zack was a bit stomach sick and had trouble talking because he was ill, poor thing was trying to not throw up. I helped him get in here to help him clean up and he is in here with me now. Harold gave me a look that told me ‘if you say anything out of line you’re in trouble’ Vivian: Zack is in there too? Is he alright? Harold pulled his cock back out of my mouth and nodded at me as if giving me permission to speak. Me: uh, yeah. I’m fine. Harold: He will be alright, don’t worry viv, I’m going to stay with him until he’s sure he will be ok. Vivian: Do you need me for anything? Maybe I should come in… Harold looked worried for a brief second, Did he forget to lock the door? Harold: NO, I mean, no hon. He doesn’t need to be overwhelmed right now, it’s better we don’t crowd him while he is feeling like this. I will be out again later when zack is feeling better. For now if anybody asks for me just tell them I’ll be back up soon ok? Can you head up to the shed and let the guys know? There was a brief pause before she spoke, Harold’s fat shaft still bobbing in front of me the entire time. Vivian: Okay, I’ll let them know you will be up shortly… is there anything else I can do? Harold: Yes actually, if you don’t mind hon I could use some more beer up in the cooler in the shed. It’s almost run dry, and since me and a few of the guys are drinking out if it could you refill it for me? I would really appreciate it. Vivian: Harold, you know nothing is open this hour of the night here! Where do you think I will get beer? Harold: I left some at the guys place, over where Jamie and his wife went this evening. John has a bunch in his basement too, head over there first because nobody is home so you won’t get distracted talking to anyone, Hahaha! Vivian: Oh I should have known you bought more and were hiding it from me… *grumbles* She seemed really upset at Harold and like she was not going to leave at all for a minute. He poked me in the face with his cock, precum sticking to the side of my cheek and leaving a string of pre between me and his log of a cock. He mouthed the words to me “when she leaves, I’m gonna give it to you good”, and I just looked at him while Vivian continued. Vivian: What else are you hiding from me lately Harold? Actually, don’t answer that, poor Zack doesn’t need all of this right now… feel better soon honey! I’ll try and be back soon so I can help you feel better! And Harold the next time you buy extra beer and HIDE IT at your friend’s place without telling me… Harold: Yes yes dear, I get it. Another time please? Zack isn’t doing the best here… With that last word, he grabbed the back of my head and with very little warning, shoved his cock into my mouth. It was so quick and unexpected I opened my mouth to say something but just got a mouthful of his fat dick, only less then half of it fit in my mouth but it was forceful and I gagged, audibly enough that Vivian heard it from the other side of the door. Vivian gasped and uttered a farewell before leaving in a hurry. Harold seemed to lightly hump my face, still keeping quiet and signaling for me to keep it down as well. This man was devious! He pulled out of my already sore mouth for just a minute and spoke to me: Harold: There, that old bitch won’t bother us for at least half an hour or maybe longer. John’s place is on the outskirts of town, then to go to where your parents are she has to drive even further! They are almost to the highway turn off and once she gets there, she will DEFINITELY talk to a few folks there heheh… we got a bit of time boy. Get to work. Me: Ah, o-ok… can we- Harold: LESS TALKING, MORE SUCKING FAGGOT! He shoved his cock in my mouth again while I was mid sentence, a bit roughly and I tried my best not to anger him more. Harold: If I feel teeth, im knocking yours out. I’ll tell viv ya fell and cracked yer face open when I wasn’t looking. Understand? I was feeling a little scared no matter how horny his dick made me, Harold was not usually like this towards me, but he was showing some terrible side of him I’d never seen before. This was completely unexpected from him to threaten me like this! I resigned myself to do my best to force his cock down my throat, and after a bit of working it and gagging more and more, I managed to get almost all of him deep in my throat, every time I went deeper he moaned loudly in approval. If I could just make him feel good I could get out of this mess. After about 10 minutes of sucking and enjoying what tasted like a hot mix of musk and precum, he asked if he could rim me. Me: Really? You would want to do that to me? Harold: I know your cunt is clean, Frank was balls deep in you and came out it fine. Besides, how else would i get you ready for my dick in your boy pussy? Come on, follow me and get your ass up doggy style on the bed. He left the bathroom, cock still hard and shiny from all my spit and precum that was beading up at the massive tip before turning a corner down the hallway, a short distance from me. I felt like had little choice but to follow him. Maybe if I make him feel good… he won’t tell anybody about all this. That’s what I kept telling myself, hopeful I would be right. Leaving my clothes in the bathroom, I walked into the bedroom wearing only my t shirt. I was semi-hard myself and leaking precum from how turned on my body was from all the male attention so far tonight. I had gotten more cock then I had bargained for already! Harold: lose the t shirt and get on the bed ass in the air boy. I said sure as I tossed my shirt to the floor and he growled at me almost possessively when I got on the bed on all fours like he asked. He started to lick and suck my hole which was driving me wild, he even fucked my hole with his tongue and I could hear him stroking his spit covered cock which made it even hotter. At one point he commented on how wet my ass was, and made a snide joke about how I liked having my hole filled with cum. I tried to ignore him but everything was so hot, and I was rock hard while he was making me feel pure bliss. Nobody had ever rimmed me before and he was on an expert level. Feeling the massive load frank left in me still trickling out of my relaxed rim while I was being eaten out felt exquisite, I had never ever felt something quite like this before but I knew I truly loved it. After a couple minutes of that he stands up and starts to tease my ass with his cock. I asked him if he had condoms as he dragged the head of his tool against my freshly rimmed hole. Harold: No, I never use them anymore. I had one left kicking around from years ago when me and viv still had sex but I don’t need them to fuck now so I don’t have anymore, sorry. I thought something was up when frank came begging for a condom to use. I figured he was fucking a chick at first, hahaha! Imagine my surprise when he comes back later to tell me he knocked up Jamie’s kid with a 5 day load! Me: Well he was supposed to use that condom but took it off…You don’t need them to fuck? What do you mean? Harold: I only fuck bitches who are on the pill or old enough that they can’t get pregnant anymore. Fucked a few faggots like you too… you gay boys can’t get pregnant either, but it sure is fun to try with ya. He started to apply pressure to my hole and I tensed up. I couldn’t let another man inside me bareback, especially since he was fucking all kinds of other people! It went against everything I was taught in safe sex education and I tried my best to preserve what little I thought I had left of my safety. I was really horny however and my body betrayed me, loosening up for his cockhead as it started to part my asshole wide open. Me: Harold, you have to put a condom on if your going to fuck me. I’m sorry but you need to.. Harold: No problem. I’m just going to put the head in. Before I could even respond he has the spit and precum covered head of his cock inside of my hole, it glided in with a wet lewd sound making me feel embarrassed by how noisy my ass was after being fucked and bred by such a big dick before. He proceeded to fuck me with just the head of his penis, not going any deeper but pulling it out, and pushing it back in despite my attempts to try and keep him out by squeezing my ass muscles. After about a minute of popping in and out, I ask him if I can suck him again. Trying anything I can to get him away from my ass. Harold: Why? Your hole is sucking me off just fine, besides it’s just the tip. Don’t worry so much about it.. I am trying to figure out a way I can distract him to get away from my butt when he grabs my hips, thrusted forward, and managed to slide about halfway inside of me. Instinctively I push my hole out to try and get him out, but this and the precum he’s leaked inside of me along with what was left of franks load deep in me helps him push all the way in. Holy fuck his cock was HUGE! If Frank had not fucked me and came in me tonight to loosen me and lube me up for this monster i'm not sure I could even take Harold like this. In between moans and whimpers I begged him to take his cock out of me, I felt uncomfortably full. He told me not to worry, he wouldn’t fuck me without a condom. He had his wife to protect. He just wanted to feel my hole for a bit before using my mouth again. I don’t know why I believed him, considering he told me before about his sexual shenanigans and he was now slowly sliding his raw shaft in and out of me. He started to pick up speed despite me asking him not to. It felt so good having this hunk of a man inside of me, even though I knew what was happening was very wrong, knowing his wife was not very far away and could walk in the door at anytime soon. I was buzzing and horny, and against all my better judgment I decided to let him fuck me for a bit before trying again to make him stop. He just felt so good sliding in and out of me, his bare cock rearranging my guts with the mushroom head leading the charge deeper then any man previously ventured. He was so big it just felt like he was pushing all the cum inside me even deeper to make way for his fat dick. The only sound in the room now was my occasional moan I couldn’t hold in…and his big smelly balls slapping my taint with every thrust. I tried not to think about how my parents would feel if they knew that instead of partying in the shed, I was actually bent over their friends bed while a chubby married guy three times my age was using his precum as lube in my bare hole. I realize about ten minutes later that I had accidentally let this guy fuck me into a daze. His technique was so pleasurable that I forgot i had asked him numerous times to stop fucking me. I had been playing with my cock and rubbing his balls while he was inside of me, thoroughly enjoying the massive tool in my backside pumping balls deep in me now with every thrust. Me: Are you getting close? I know im taking a big risk just letting you do this but you feel amazing, when you are about to cum can you pull out and cum on my back or my ass please? Harold: Glad you enjoy it boy… please what? He stopped fucking me on an in stroke and just left his fat cock in me, I felt it twitch and throb every few seconds deep in my bowels, making my cock throb in sync with it. Me: ummm, please sir? Harold: That’s better. Please sir what? He pulled back quickly almost all the way out and with a swift thrust of his hips he pumped in again balls deep. Holy shit, for an old man he sure can fuck! I moaned out involuntarily when he pushed all the way in again and he laughed at my response to how his dick made me feel. Me: ahh… please sir, cum all over my ass! I wiggled my butt for emphasis, moving my ass and also his cock that was deep inside me back and forth while I swayed my hips hoping he would indulge me and spray his load all over me and not inside. Harold: I’ll try. I’m just using your ass to get close then ill feed you my load, how does that sound? Me: I guess that seems ok… He slammed his cock in harder this time and his tip was grinding into the deeper parts of me. I felt my insides getting explored and violated and I moaned out louder then I liked to admit, the noises I made from his dick pounding me deep were embarrassing! Harold: Yeah, you want it deep in you boy? It’s going to all go in you… Harold growled possessively and smacked my ass hard with one hand, then resumed his primal pounding. He was not slow Or gentle at all now, it’s like he was working hard to achieve his goal, to cum. He was fucking me deep and hard. I felt his cock hitting my upper ring and spreading it open for him, It was the deepest he ever reached and I loved it, unable to deny how great it felt i ground my ass back on him. He stops moving for a moment and he kisses my neck and rubs my belly, pushing my torso down harder onto his cock, trying to feel his cock through my stomach. He was showing some kind of sweetness I had not seen from him before, but now I felt like I was getting skewered, my deep insides hurt and felt good at the same time. It really felt like he was reaching far past my rectum. My poor colon trying to accommodate the menacing intruder. I slid to my stomach to try and get away from him but he fell on top of me and pinned me into the bed. He started methodically pumping in and out of me, breathing into my ear. It was clear to me that he believed me about not wanting to get bred, he just didn’t care. He wanted to add to the partial load already inside me and mark my ass with his DNA. A few more minutes of me trapped underneath him, his sweat dripping on me, I feel him start to tense up. He slams his cock in my ass and picks up his pace. I don’t know how much more my insides can handle his relentless assault. His hips and balls slapping against me with wet slapping sounds. His hands pinning me down. Me: Can you pull out now sir? Let me make you cum sucking you off… He ignores me and slows down and gives me slow hard pounds. At this point he’s just stabbing my guts with it now. I still feel his rock hard sausage, solid as stone throbbing and twitching, stretching open my colon and making me feel things no man made me feel. He pushes in deep, even harder then before and somehow while he balls deep in me seems to reach just a little deeper as his cock seemed to expand and get even bigger, his head flaring inside me and pulsing, I could feel the heat radiating from his cock while it was deep inside me! All of a sudden, his cock started thrashing inside my ass like a eel and I instinctively squirmed but I didn’t expect to FEEL him cum in me, this was unlike frank. i didn’t expect to feel every spurt of his seed unload inside of me. It was so intense, that I came hands free while he was humping away. I was almost sure I felt his twitch and throb and bounce while I could feel each cumshot pulse out of his cock and shoot deep into my belly. I was mortified and turned on all at the same time! Me: OOF! UMM Harold? Are you cumming in me? Harold: Ahhh… Don’t worry little buddy. Just my precum. You have me really turned on and i pre a lot when I am turned on. Me: It feels like you are cumming inside me! Oh my god it’s so hot… Harold: Just relax and enjoy how it feels boy… His lies betrayed him as I felt his cock start to soften just a little bit, although he was still trapped inside me from his sheer size and it still felt like a slab of meat up inside of me as opposed to a steel beam rammed up my ass! Harold: Fuck the time. Viv will be back any minute. Here, I need to get off of you… His cock pops out with a moist sound, flopping out between his legs and I swear I could feel some fluid leak out of my hole and run down my balls. My legs are wobbly, my guts are sore and hot. His cock is out of me now… but what he left behind didn’t make me feel empty, my insides have a strange bloating sensation. It almost felt familiar after what happened with frank, but the feeling was much more intense and I noticed how aware I was of how full I felt deep inside. As I stood up, Harold was smiling at me like he had just caught a rabbit in his snare. It was almost a menacing smile, like he knew what he had done and knew that I did too. Harold: Look I don’t have time to keep fucking your faggot ass right now. If you really liked it and want more after, I can help ya with that boy. For now don’t tell anyone what happened here, and ill keep your little secret too, alright? Me: Sure… I won’t tell anybody. But you have to delete that picture and tell frank not to share it with anyone else! Harold: Delete this? And not have a delicious view of your chubby ass on display for me? Not a chance! You can talk to frank about that one. But im keeping this to remind me about our fun. Who knows, it might inspire me to come find that bum again soon hehe. He put his cock away, it was still sticky with our fluids but without even cleaning it off he got dressed and told me to do the same and quickly. While I was putting my pants back on I couldn’t help but ask him again if he had bred me. Me: So when we were fucking and you put your cock inside… you only said just the tip. It felt good in me im not going to lie but we can’t do that anymore bareback, it’s risky. If we ever do this again, we need to use a condom so you don’t cum in me ok? You didn’t cum in me just now right? Harold walked over to me, yanked my pants down and shoved a finger in my hole, it was abrupt and made me yell out, and no sooner then he had his finger buried in me, we heard the front door slam shut. Harold: Feel that? That is probably just frank’s cum from earlier. Get dressed and run to the bathroom, NOW. I have to go. I barely made it to the washroom, and as Vivian came around the corner I heard them talking bit they were in the living room I assumed, I couldn’t hear what was being said so I focused on the fullness deep inside me. Maybe I should sit on the toilet and try and see if anything comes out? Harold emerged from the hallway and came into the bathroom, almost silently. Harold: How are you doing little buddy? Feeling any better? I shot him a angry look that must have told him that I knew about him breeding me without my consent. He smirked and closed the door behind him. Harold: You don’t have to say anything. Viv wanted me to check on you again and I told her I would help you get to bed. She is in the kitchen now. Me: Does Vivian know about this? Harold: You being sick? Absolutely. Me: No, you being manipulative and fucking me bare even when I asked you not to. Does she know you had your cock in my ass? Harold: Not a chance. If she finds out ill bury you myself. Me: Yeah well you had no problem burying SOMETHING that’s for sure… Harold chuckled to himself quietly. Harold: What are you doing down there anyway? Just getting comfortable or do you need to have a dump? Me: I think I need to push something out but I can’t… it feels like it’s in there deep… Harold: Well the cat’s out of the bag. You will find out sooner or later… While my arm was around ya and my cock was balls deep inside ya, I shot off a huge load. And every last drop went up inside ya deep son, I cum hard and its been almost 2 weeks since I last shot a load. You have almost a 2 week load that was brewing in my balls far up in your guts right about now making sure you get nice and pregnant heheh. Me: Huh?! Harold: Maybe after one of the guys might want a crack at your pussy too, be sure to keep my load in you and don’t let any spill out. That’s going to come in handy later heheh. I knew I told him not to cum in me, but this was the second guy TONIGHT that ignored me and went ahead and bred me, deeply and very thoroughly. Guys can’t get pregnant, and he called my asshole a pussy, was he getting off on using me for his own fetish? What was he on about? I couldn’t respond to him because Vivian called out to him and he nodded at me with a knowing smile, and then took his leave. I had still some of franks load he deposited deep in me, and now a very large fresh load of cum deep up inside me from Harold, our family friend and they both seem infatuated with the idea of breeding me bareback. What had I gotten myself into tonight?

Part 1. Based on my experiences. I was nervous when the hot anonymous guy coaxed me into trying tina at his apartment. I had experimented with snorting, smoking and getting tina crystals fucked into my gullet. How much more different could shooting crystal meth into my vein be? The guy had nice muscles, average cock, but hard as a rock. As he put the tie on my left arm, he told me to relax as he grabbed an already prepped rig of meth. It had a light pink tinge and the numbers looked rubbed off but I thought nothing of it. He asked if I was ready, slid the needle into my skin and into my vein. It kinda hurt a bit, like the needle was blunt. But there was a flash of red. Before I said I was ready, he pushed about 3/4 of the full 1cc syringe of fluid into me. My chest got hit and I started coughing, then the high set in. All of a sudden, I needed this anonymous guy's cock in my guts. He then shot the rest of the tina into his own veins. No tie needed as his vein was already distended. I started grinding my butt against his rock hard dick. Meanwhile my own previously hard small dick shrunk. I thought that felt right actually. No need for a fag to pleasure his own shriveled useless clit. All I needed was to serve the men in this city. It was only right for a man to use my hole, any man. Anonymous told me to suck his dick. It was streaming precum at this point. As i was worshipping his dick, anonymous said the following. He told me he wasn't sure what his status was nor did he care. He also said the needle he used came from a sharps container. He asked what I thought of that. With my mouth full, I mumbled "please sir, please fuck me and shoot your load in me." He chuckled. Told me to turn around face down on the floor. He slid his hard dick in my hole, no lube need. My hole primed with tina, swallowed his whole cock. I sighed with relief as anonymous fulfilled my purpose. He started watching porn on his phone and I heard him text. Anonymous stroked his cock in my cunt for 2 hours I think. I could feel tingling in my guts. I knew he was pre Cumming heavily in me. I felt good knowing my guts were good for something, stimulating a man's dick. Stroking his sensitive glans and knowing that if I did a good enough job... "Oh fuck, I'm about to cum fag". I exclaimed God yes, thank you sir. His cock pulsed his anonymous cum in me. My sensitive tina hole felt every throb of his ejaculations. "Oh faggot. You fucking whore! Take that load you useless whore" anonymous thrusted his hips 7 times, then kept his dick in my guts. "Stay still!" He commanded. He kept texting for several minutes. Then said this. I got a couple buds popping by my place. Keep your fag hole up high, arch your back. I'm gonna blindfold you and you're gonna take my buddies cocks. "Yes sir!" I barked. "Good faggot cumdump" " thank you sir. I'm a faggot whose hole is only good for taking dick and cum." " that you are where..."

Had 3 loads in a darkroom Saturday night and went to a sauna on Sunday and managed 6 more and one from a random used condom fucked into me too. Mostly took it all in the darkroom and one guy in a cubicle who took the used condom out the bin and squeezed the load into my hole before fucking and breeding me with lots of sleazy talk. I may try another sauna visit in a few days to get more

Asher sat in his last class of the day, horny again, unable to get the moment the guy from last night came inside him. He craved the Warm wet throbbing feeling of the man Cuming inside him. Even the fact that the guy had pozzed him. Made Asher throb. ‘You horny?”’ the man messaged just about as class was getting out. “Of course lol.” Asher texted back. ‘My place now!” There was a pause. “I have a surprise for you.” Asher was excited and was at the mans house in less than twenty minutes. “That’s not bad boy.” The man said by way of greeting. “Thank you, sir.:” Asher smiled as he walked in. Asher started to strip. “Not yet boy, and call me daddy.” He stopped asher. Asher hesitated only slightly as he got in the man’s car, but the man quietly took Asher to a ran down part of town. “This is a bath house.” The man said. “You belong in a place like this.” Asher was a bit confused there were places you could go to take a bath? Like in ancient rome? As the man paid for them to get in, asher soon realized this was nothing like a bath house from rome… this was a place for public sex. Asher stripped down when ordered and put his clothes in a locker, he covered him self. “Some guys like smaller dudes, espically the guys your gonna meet.” Daddy smirked at a now bright red asher. Asher had never felt so embarred, he was naked around other men, not only that they were staring at him like he was a piece of meat; He followed daddy, to a little room with miorrs on the wall with to guys fucking. Asher just watched as the two men grunted and groaned. Asher even subconsciously started to play with himself, until he noticed a smirk from daddy. The top grunted, and the pair left. Daddy put asher on his knees and elbows. Asher watched in the mirror as he was mounted like a bitch. He grunted, as daddy slid into him kinda hard. “Ohh daddy.” Asher moaned. Daddy chuckled. “Take My poz Dick, you little poz bitch.” Daddy grunted loudly enough for most people to hear him. “Daddy.” Asher moaned sounding extra helpless hoping daddy would stop, and not notice how embarrsed he was. Daddy pulled Ashers head back. “You’re a poz whore now, get used to how I treat you, you derserve no better.” He whispered in Ashers ear. Asher held his head down, as daddy fucked, his poz ass. Daddy was right he was too ‘toxic’ for most neg guys now, even on meds. If toxic meant what he thought he did. He moaned out involuntarily as daddy pushed in deep and hard, hitting a spot in him he could only call special. Why did being a whore feel so good? “I am a whore daddy!” Asher shouted loud enough for everyone to hear, still unable to raise his head in shame. What would his parents think? “No you’re a worthless whore!” Daddy corrected by pulling ashers head back. Asher hung his head as soon as daddy let his hair go. “Im a worthless wore!”Asher shouted. “Whoes worlthes whore, are you?: daddy asked. “Yours!” Asher answered back. Soon all asher could do was moan, as daddy really let his ass have hit. He was going to get an ass full of hiv, of poz cum. He watched dads legs as the pushed daddys pelvis in and out of asher. Dady grunted and panted and slammed in hard, and gave asher that warm wet, and pusleating feeling he so craved. Asher moaned out, his cock trobbed, and shot a rope of cum in his face, and he let the rest hit is worthless wore face. Daddy slid out, and to Ashers horror another man mounted him. Asher raised his head, but the man slid inside him before he could object. Asher moaned out, the man grabbed asheres shoulder and pulled him back, forcing his head up. Asher looked around and the line of guys who wanted to beinside of him, his cock got hard again. The kind of chubby stranger sped up, like dady did when he was going to cum. He slammed in and out of asher grunting, holding asher down, which made ashers cock throb. “That’s two poz loads for you bitch.” The man said sliding out. Six more men, breed ash, some more than once, daddy three times. All of them poz. Daddy put a larg butt plug up ashers leaky ass, and the two went back to Daddies house. It was late, and Asher knew he wasnt going to make it to class. But that is what Daddy wanted. Daddy had found his young house boy, pozzed him, the last thing he wanted for asher was to learn independent thinking.   Daddy took Asher back to his house, it was time to put Asher in his proper place, for the night. Daddy Took Asher to his bed room, and laid Asher on his stomach, Asher moaned as daddy took the but plug out of him, and slid in side of asher. “Such a fucking faggot.” Dady grunted as he started to fuck Asher loos and sloppy hole. Asher had taken all poz tops a few of them even dropped a few loads in his boy. Asher was his boy now, weither Asher knew it or not. Asher wouldn’t be going to class tomorrow, instead he’d be spending the day with his daddy. Asher moaned as daddy bucked his hips a few times, pleasing daddy. Asher laid pinned to the bed, under daddy, completely helpless, to stop what was about to happen. It was time to lay seeds of decent in Asher’s relationship with his parents. Daddy saw the shame when the one top mentioned Asher’s parents. “You really are a cum dump.” Daddy moaned as he fucked asher slowly. “My cum dump.” He whispered in Asher’s ear. “That wortless small little cock wouldn’t please anyone.” Asher grunted, as daddy slammed into him. “You take six strange poz men in a bathhouse, and let me poz you yester day, what would your parents think?” Asher felt shame knowing theyd be upset he was poz, and willingly no less. “You know the only men that will fuck you are poz guys like me.” Daddy said. Asher faded out as he fucked him. Asher lay quietly thinking and taking the cock that pozzed him., not only was he a cum slut, since aparatnly he let anyone cum in him, he was a whore, cause he was poz. Asher felt the warm wet pumpoing of daddies cock as asher took his last load of the night. Daddy fell asleep inside of and on top Asher.

Part 13 As I’m driving home, I’m thinking, this is pretty cool as it’s been a while since I had someone waiting at home for me. Even better when it’s a super-charged toxic top who has hyperspermia and an insatiable sex drive. Hoping for another massive load, my cock is hard and leaking precum as I pull in the garage. Entering the house, the place is dark and quiet. Glancing outside, I see Tom laying by the pool in a speedo that does little to cover his massive 10” cock. I find myself grinning as I open the door to greet this well-built tatted stud. Tom rises to greet me, pulls me into a kiss and whispers to me, why don’t I go get showered and clean up while he pours us a drink and orders dinner. Seeing my grin drop, he’s says, oh don’t worry bud, I’ll be filling your belly in multiple ways this evening. I quickly cleaned out, showered, and joined Tom outside where he handed my favorite scotch. Quickly downing the drink, I turn to Tom and say I’d much prefer a drink from his tap. I drop to my knees, pull his suit down and open my lips taking his cock head in my mouth. He looks at me and says, you must be thirsty dude. Pulling slightly back, I tell him I’m parched. He grabs the back of my head and tells me to open my mouth. He grunts and let loose a torrent of piss into my mouth. I’m greedily gulping his golden flow as he fills my mouth to capacity and the overflow runs down my chin. I’m so fucking love his hose filling me with his piss, savoring the sweet, slightly salty stream. Evidently Tom’s been holding back as his spray overwhelms me causing him to pull out, drenching my face and chest. As his flow slows, I take him back in my mouth, sucking every drop I can pull from his cock. He pulls his cock out of my mouth, grabs my face telling me to keep my fucking mouth open. He starts squeezing his lips, pulling in his spit gathering more from his throat. Slowly, a long line of drool drips from his lips into my mouth. He hawks up a load of snot and spits repeatedly onto my face adding his phlem to my piss covered face. Tom bends down lapping up the mixture and feeds it to me. He gathers all the liquid he can with his fingers and shoves his hand in my mouth to clean off. As I’m sucking his fingers clean, the doorbell rings. Tom commands me to stay put as he pulls his suit up, and goes to answer the door. I hear him talking and then see this guy following Tom through the house back outside to the pool. Dropping a bag on the table, Tom looks at me and introduces me to Craig the delivery guy. Tom says, Craig is a friend of his and works at his favorite Italian restaurant. It’s Craig’s last delivery from the day shift and he’s always a fun time if I’d like him to stay. Well from what I can see Craig is hot as fuck. Around 6’, lean but fit with a chiseled chin and dark neatly cropped hair. He’s got a killer smile and dark brown eyes that captivate you attention. Craig looks at me and laughs, commenting that it looks like Tom has met another dude that can’t resist him. I tell Craig what a nice looking dude he is and tell him to stay and get comfortable. Without hesitation Craig steps out of his flipflops, pulls his shirt over his head and drops his shorts. Damn he’s hot. As I thought, a lean build, a moderately hairy chest and a decent cock. While his dick isn’t huge, he’s got a hefty girth and a nice bulbous cock head that is made for suckling. He steps over to me and I open my mouth to take in his cock. Tom tells Craig to hold on, and that I’m parched and particular to warm amber liquids. Without hesitation Craig smiles, concentrates on his dick, aims at my open mouth, squirts a bit of piss on my chin then relaxes as his cock starts delivering another solid stream of urine into my open jowl. His piss is slightly bitter but a refined balanced almost wine like that soon fills my mouth. I swallow as fast as I can enjoying every drop, determined to not waste any. As his stream slows he pulls my head into his crotch and I soon have Criag hard. I start concentrating on his head, licking his slit and swirling my tongue around the ridge of his cock head. He leaks a bit of pre-cum and it is a sweet as any I’ve had. Tom clears his throat and says, that’s enough as he pulls me up and tells Craig to head over to the sofa. Putting an arm around me Tom says that Craig’s pretty versatile but he’s got an ass that is really amazing. As we approach the couch, Craig spreads his legs apart, grabs behind his knees and pulls back. Fuck, this guy has the perfect ass. He’s got a just the right amount of hair on his ass and legs to be an otter. His taint protrudes up in a rounded bulb and then spreads into one of the most incredible holes I’ve seen. It’s a dark brown color with a long slit that is defined but is no stranger to cock for sure. Immediately I dived in and start lapping his hole. Craig ass has an intense musk from a long days work and I’m devouring his scent. I pull his cheeks further apart as my tongue laps from his taint, around his lips and slowly opens his hole. I pull my face into him, inhaling his scent, owning his aroma. I wet him enough I know I’ll be tasting his ass for hours. My tongue curls and probes inside him, finding the protrusion where his ass lips meet his tunnel. I lick deep, nibble on the tissue as I’m spreading him open. I’m a starved animal as I lick and suck his hole, opening him to bloom open. I can’t get enough and as my tongue delves deeper. I taste the distinct trace of cum mixed with ass juice. My tongue digs deeper, savoring the find. I pull back, lick my fingers and insert two into his ass. Opening him wider, I’m rewarded with cum covering my fingers. I scoop out a dollop, as Craig says, “oops, I guess you can tell I’ve taken a couple loads this afternoon.” I’m as hard as a rock savoring the flavors of ass juice and cum. I’m leaking profusely and Craig tells me he’d love my load added to his ass. I look at him, telling I’m poz and likely have a high viral load. He just grins and says, “just like I like it; recharge me stud”. My cock slides right in and I quickly bottom out. Building a rhythm, I slide in and out. The previous load starts foaming around my shaft. I start pummeling his hole, fucking Craigs ass like a buck in heat. I’m riding him for all I’m worth. The sweat is running down my face when I feel my ass cheeks being spread. Glancing back I see Tom diving in with his tongue to wet my hole. I growl at him and say, “no-you are going to load Craigs hole”. Tom massaging my balls as I resume the rough fuck. I tense up just as Tom inserts a couple fingers and massages my prostate. My cock explodes deep in Craig’s ass joining the other loads in him. Spent I collapse with my still hard cock in his ass. Tom pulls me off, and using the cum stew from my froth covered cock, lubes his cock own cock. Craig knows the assault his ass has coming and begs for Tom to breed him. Tom slides right in, eliciting a loud groan from Craig as Tom’s full 10” inches impales his ass. Tom starts long dicking him and as his dick pulls out Craigs ass lips extrude and his hole gapes open. It isn’t long and Tom announces he is ready to drop his load. I quickly get my mouth and tongue positioned so I’m, licking Toms cock as he exits and enters Craigs ass. I know when Tom cums he’ll be gushing out cum from around his cock as his huge load will overwhelm Craig’s ass. Tom slams in deep, goes still and roars and his balls start contracting. Tom easily pumps at least 15 cum projectiles into Craig’s hole. Sure enough the cum is spilling out everywhere and I’m devouring the prodigious cum streaming from Craig’s ass. I’m further rewarded as Tom pulled out and I go down on Tom’s cock, cleaning the spouge from his hard rod. Craig’s hole stays gaped open and I see inside his red velvet purse. The lining is covered in a white frothy cum mixture. I’m so fucking turned on and need to be back inside him. I quickly grab my cock and re-entered Craig’s open gash. I want to cum but my bladder overrides my desire and scream, fuck, I need to pee. Craig clamps his legs around me, and demands I stay still put and add my piss to his hole. This is something new to me and not sure but I obeyed, willing myself to relax. I feel my piss start to flow even through my hard cock. I start fucking him as my brain shifts. I again start pounding him, sweat dripping from my face on to his. I pull in for a kiss and deep throat him with my tongue. I develop a steady rhythm, my balls contract and I deliver another load to the cocktail churning in Craig’s ass. As I start to pull out Tom slides his hand along my cock and, quickly inserts his thumb in Craigs hole. Tom tells Craig to clamp down and not allow that load to spill out. Craig struggles to accomplish his objective, takes deep breaths, working to relax and prevent his hole from spasming it’s contents. After a few minutes, Tom pulls his thumb slowly out of Craig’s ass thinking the danger has passed. Craig sucks in, determined to hold his treasure within. I lay back exhausted. Slowly Craig gets up and states we were his 4th and 5th loads of the afternoon and with the addition of my piss he can’t believe how fully he feels. Rubbing his distended belly Craig sighs with contentment of a day well bred. As I look up, I told Craig Tom had promised me the full belly but feel jealous he’s the one topped up. Craig looks at me, and get’s a shit ass evil grin on his face. Craig then straddles me and goes into a squat. Looking up I see his puckered ass lips inches from my face. I open my mouth and Craig begins squirting juice from his ass on my face. His stream finds my mouth and I begin attempting to devour the toxic stew. Utterly failing as jets of piss, cum and ass juice hit my mouth. I’m swallowing what I can but am quickly overwhelmed as Craig squeezes load after load from his ass. What I can’t swallow covers my face, hair and neck. As the flood subsides, Craig squats lower and demands I lick him clean. I savor and lick his ass clean. Craig stands, says that was fun, but he needs to head out. He’s got a guy who wants Craig’s poz load up the guy’s negative ass. He figures he should have a rather successful breeding session. Craig figures given his own poz strain, and the dna coursing through him from the last 5 hours and 5 guys, he’s bound to knock the dude up. Tom laughs and gives Craig a hug goodbye, wishes him success. Tom then turns to me smiling, saying “I promised you a full belly; now go clean off and then we can have a nice Italian dinner”. He helps me up then shows Craig to the door. I staggered into the shower, amazed with what just happened. I have a feeling if I ask, Tom will be happy to take me further down my path of debauchery.

Hi, guys. I've posted before about the sauna I frequent in London, and I went there again this past Friday. Everything seemed to come together to produce the most fantastic experience of my life. In short, I got fucked fifteen times in a little under four hours, and 13 different guys shot their loads up my ass! They ranged from a fat guy with a four inch dick, to a thin guy with a huge dick (more about him later), from a group scene in the restrooms on the third floor, to a really slutty scene with me laying in the sling, legs up, taking cocks one after the other until my ass was just dripping spunk. I think the sling scene was best - this fat, middle-aged guy started fucking me and by the time he was ready to cum, there were three or four others watching. When he finished, a nice, athletic looking guy with a big dick took his place and began fucking me really slowly, moving the sling back and forth. He really turned me on. He kept smirking down at me, sort of secretly, and I suppose he might have not cum if I'd asked. But I told him to shoot it, and when he came he just sort of held the head inside me and squirted just inside. When he pulled out I felt round for my hole, and there was there was this huge gob of spunk sliding out. A small, hairy bear-like guy was watching. He put his finger in me and felt for the spunk. He was really excited. I said "come on, do me." He practically launched into the saddle and shoved a short, but fat dick up my oozing ass. He was all red and sweaty and after a while he gasped "where do you want it?" I grabbed his hips and held him in me. "Inside" I said, and he let loose, slamming his cock into my hole he shot. I just want to say about the restroom. I went up there and fell asleep naked, face down on one of the benches. Suddenly, I felt some one climb on top of me. What a shock! One minute I was dozing, the next a guy was crouched between my legs, shoving a very long, thick cock up my ass! Fortunately, I was wet with spunk and lube. Then a few other guys came into the room, presumably to take a piss, and I heard someone say “let’s take turns fucking him." I surmised word had got round about me. The guy on my back was very thin: I could just see his face silhouetted over my shoulder and reach back to feel the boney legs straddling me - and he was shivering and gasping as the other guys fed him poppers. His cock was smooth and it kind-of tingled as it slid in and out, almost like a burning feeling. I lay there helplessly as someone straddled my head so the top could suck some cock he fucked. I felt my spine tingle as I glanced back and saw the gaunt, excited face of the guy riding me - I suspected, no, I knew he was far gone with AIDS. I looked around, and the other guys were watching and jacking, eager to take me, pale excited faces in the dim light. The guy in my hole started to shake and jerk - should I stop him? Should I? Then I lay my head on my arms, raised my ass a little, and accepted his cum as he shot it into me. I swear I could feel it burn as it flooded me. When he'd finished, he started to giggle and climbed off me. He was really skinny and bright eyed. "Wild!" he said, "really wild. You're fucked man." Then his buddies got me kneeling on the couch, as the next cock slid up my tingling hole. I can't tell you how excited I am.

I was married for many years to a beautiful woman but of course I wasn't really happy. I finally divorced her and came out of the closet. Soon I met Will, my dream Alpha, and we were married by an ex-girlfriend of mine who later became a minister. She had always suspected I was gay, so she was delighted to officiate at our wedding. Will is a big, burly hunk of real man, 6'2" and 250 pounds, thick beard, tattoos, deep voice. He’s also HIV-positive. Usually he’s on meds; when he goes off, we use protection. I’m not on PrEP. I'm all of 5'8” and 165 pounds. Our cock sizes are just as different – he’s a good 8" and thick; I'm maybe 5". I have always been the bottom with him. Always. On the rare occasions when he's in the mood to be penetrated, he goes online to find a fuck buddy built like him. If I offer to top him, he just laughs. A couple of months into our marriage, things began to change. Will began to encourage me to express my long-repressed feminine side. He bought me things like a black camisole top and women's short-shorts to wear at home. (And once to a Pride event, which was a turn-on to be dressed like that in public.) Then came pretty women’s jewelry -- an elegant women's wristwatch with a thin black leather bands and a small round case and a diamond solitaire engagement ring. Both unmistakably feminine. He insisted I wear these things when we made love. And, at the time, it was still "making love," because he was tender and gentle in bed. Next, he started to refer to me as his "wife", both at home and then with others. I didn't mind. In fact, I was happy to please him. Our friends, gay and straight, noticed. It didn't bother the gay couples when he called me his wife, but some of the straight women (including my ex-wife) snickered. That made me blush. Only the minister friend who married us was accepting of the new, more effeminate me. The real change, though, came in bed. Will became rougher, more forceful, when we fucked. Or should I say, when he fucked me with his magnificent cock. I felt more and more like an object. Sometimes he barely bothered with foreplay. He stopped going down on me. He would straddle my chest and face fuck me until he came. He didn't care if I gagged. I used to enjoy sitting on his cock so I could control the pace. He told me that wasn't my place -- a wife is supposed to let the man lead. So I did. And I started to love it, which bothered me. Then he introduced me to Breeding Zone. He told me to read about pozzing. I did and it scared me. But it also turned me on. I told him I understood where he was taking us and said I wasn't sure I wanted it or that I was ready. He just smiled and said, "Let nature take its course." He announced he had stopped taking his meds. Last night, after sitting with me while we read your blog, he announced that he was ready to poz me. I could feel my heart pounding. He pulled me by the hand into bed as I protested weakly that I still wasn’t ready. Next he licked my back hole and scratched my inside as I pleaded for him to be gentle. I didn't ask him to use a condom. After a few minutes, Will pushed me face down on the bed and lay on top of me. Underneath him, his full weight on my back, I could not escape. I didn’t really want to, either. He told me to spread my legs and I complied. He lubed me and in one move he thrust deep inside me. I gasped loudly. At first I begged him not to be so rough (it really hurt!), but he ignored me. Pain turned quickly to pleasure. The warmth was intense. To my surprise, I felt this inner contentment. He told me he was going to impregnate me like a good wife so I could have his toxic babies. I felt a chill go up my spine but I didn’t object or try to pull away. He thrust deep inside me, faster and faster, his balls slapping agains tmy ass. Then a brief pause and a series of rapid thrusts as his jism shot inside me. He collapsed on my back and stayed inside me for a long time. I could feel the wetness. I turned to kiss him over my shoulder -- one of my favorite parts of man sex -- but he turned away. And I started to cry. Why did I cry? I think it was the most intense sexual experience I've ever had. Will had taken me to a place I've never been. Soon Will was hard again. He turned me on my back, put my legs on his shoulders, and entered me again. As I gripped his forearms, I saw my pretty jewelry and felt more female than I ever had before. I loved it and begged him to seed me again. We barely slept the rest of the night as he took me repeatedly. Now I’m scared about testing positive and what comes next. I love Will so much and I think he loves me. But can a marriage survive between two people who are so unequal? As I type this, he lies sleeping in bed next to me. His cum dribbles from my gaping hole. As soon as I send this, I will wake him by taking his cock into my mouth and then let him use me again.

Part 2. The last thing I remember was I was gagging and choking my Keith's fat mushroom head as he was pushing up against the back of my throat and Paul's fingers were twisting and turning in my hole before everything went black. I don't know how long I had passed out but when I came around and my eyes were starting to open and focus I noticed that the room was a little darker and I remember hearing some moaning and when I had my eyes open I looked around the room and I saw that there was a mirror above me and all around the room and when I looked forward I saw a big screen tv hanging on the corner of the room and a guy was getting spit roasted and he was getting both of his holes fucked hard and deep as he was gagging on the cock that was down his throat and then I saw 2 figures standing there with their backs to me and when I went to get up I felt something tugging on my ankle and when I looked at my legs they were pulled back and spread wide open and I could feel the cool breeze against my exposed wet hole. When I moved my legs it made some noise and then the 2 figures had turned around and I noticed 1 of the guys was Keith and the other guy was his roommate Nick. With the room being a little dark I couldn't really see them at first but when they started making their way to me and the closer they got the more I could see them and when they were close enough to me I thought I was just imagining what I was seeing. This was the first time that I had seen Keith's cock when he was really hard and I thought he had a huge and thick when he was soft but seeing his cock when he was hard I was shocked he had to be a good 14" and just as thick as a liter bottle and then when I saw Nick I tried to get up from the bed because when I saw him and his cock I was in shock because he was hard and he was bigger and much more thicker than Keith was his cock was at least a good 16" and very thick with a huge mushroom head. I knew that there was no way that I was going to be able to handle Nick's cock in either of my holes. Once they got closer to me Keith walked to my left side and Nick was moving to my right side and when Nick was standing on my right side I couldn't help staring at his cock that was really hard and pointing straight out towards me and there was some pre-cum leaking out of the huge mushroom head of his cock. Then Nick said that him and Keith just used tri-mix and that they can stay hard for hours even after they cum and then he said so I heard that you gagged and choked on Keith's cock so I guess that your going to gag and chock on my to as he put his hand around his huge thick rock hard cock and started to rub the head of his cock on my lips and I could feel the pre-cum on my lips. Then I felt something on my left arm and then it felt like it was tight and then Nick told me not to move because if I do I am going to feel some pain and when I looked out the corner of my eyes I saw Keith holding a needle in his hand and with his other hand he was rubbing my arm and then he said there it is then he said don't move or I will miss and him and Nick didn't want that to happen. Then Nick moved up on the bed and got on his knees and when he did he had his knees on the sides of my head and he had his huge mushroom head pointing straight down towards my mouth and said once Keith finishes giving me a slam he's going to fuck my mouth and throat with his huge thick cock and Keith is going to get my hole ready so Keith and Paul can fuck me as he's fucking my mouth and throat and then I heard Paul's voice as he came in the room and when he got close to me I didn't know what to do because he also had a huge and thick cock he wasn't as big as Keith and Nick but he was just as thick as they were. Then Keith said time to have fun now and then I felt a sharp prick in my arm, then I started to cough uncontrollably and then I felt something that I had never felt before it was this intense warm rushing feeling that started at the tip of my ears and slowly started running throughout my entire body and right down to my exposed hole and I just started to moan and when I went to move my right hand I realized that I couldn't because they had my wrist tied to the bed and when Keith pulled out the needle Nick moved up closer to me and started to push the huge mushroom head of his cock in my mouth and passed my lips and once he got the head of his cock in my mouth he just started to move back and forth as I was moaning from the intense warm rushing feeling. As I was moaning Nick said oh yeah you like feeling my huge mushroom head in your mouth and he started to move it faster as I felt his knees tightened up on the sides of my head so I couldn't move it and then I started to moan even more as I felt something slide in my asshole and then it started to burn a little. Then about 30 seconds later I felt something moving back and forth in my hole and then I heard Keith say oh yeah nice tight hole and then my body shook as I felt Keith moved his fingers twisting and turning in my hole as his fingers went deeper in my hole. I was so high and horny I just kept moaning and then I felt someone lifting my lower half of my body off the bed and then I saw Paul get on the bed and when he did he had me laying with my back on his chest and now I was a little higher than I was when I was laying on the bed so Nick's huge thick cock was going deeper in my mouth as I could feel my mouth stretching around his huge thick cock and then Paul put his mouth next to my ear and said take a couple deep breaths and when I did my head started to spin and my body was hot. As my head was spinning and my body was getting hot I felt Nick pushing his huge thick cock harder and faster and then I started to gag a little bit as the huge mushroom head was going towards the back of my throat and then I started to moan as I felt something pushing up against my hole and then Paul telling me that him, Keith and Nick are going to enjoy fucking my tight hole and that him and Keith are going to fuck me together isn't that right Keith and then I heard Keith say oh yeah as I felt him start to push the head of his cock against my hole to. Then Keith said do you think that you and your hole can handle me and Paul fucking your tight hole as my screams were muffled by Nick's huge mushroom head in my mouth as I felt Keith start to push the head of his cock in my warm wet hole and then I felt Paul start doing the samething with his huge thick cock my hole was so tight that neither one of them could get their heads in my hole but that didn't stop them from keep trying as I felt something covering my nose and when I tried to breathe through my mouth I couldn't so I had to breathe in and out through my nose and when I was I was inhale strong poppers which seemed to relax the muscles in my throat and ass because when the rag was removed from my nose and I felt Nick's huge mushroom head start to go deeper towards the back of my throat and then I felt Keith's fat head start to go in my hole and when it did Keith just left it in there saying how tight and hot my hole felt then my hips jerked up hard and fast as I felt Paul push the head of his cock in my hole. Just as fast and hard my hips jerked up they came back down just as fast and hard and when they did my screams were muffled once again as I felt both of Keith and Paul's huge head of their cocks slide in my hole and then they started to move their hips back and forth as they started to double penetrate my tight virgin hole. For the next 30 seconds both of my holes seem to open right up but after that 30 seconds I started to gag and chock as I felt Nick's huge thick cock getting bigger and thicker as he started to face fuck me and trying to get the huge mushroom head towards the back of my throat and then I felt my hole start to resist Keith and Paul's cock from going any deeper in my hole. Here I am thinking to myself that once they feel that they can't go any deeper and then I was brought back to reality as Nick grabbed the sides of my head and said oh no you're going to take this as he started to move my head back and forth on his cock as he lifted my head up more as he was pushing the huge mushroom head harder against the back of my throat and then he started to moan as I and him felt the huge mushroom head push against the back of my throat and then started to go down my throat. When he felt that I started to gag and chock because he was now moving my head faster and pushing my head deeper down on his huge thick rock hard cock. As Nick was fucking my throat with his huge thick rock hard cock my screaming was still being muffled as I started to feel both Keith and Paul started moving their huge thick cocks back and forth in my hole as Paul was holding a rag over my nose telling me to take big breaths and when I did I could feel my hole opening and stretching around their huge thick cocks I didn't know if I was screaming from the pain or the pleasure but I really didn't care from this point on I just wanted them to fuck my throat and hole. As much as I was feeling the pain in my hole I was getting more turned on feel a huge thick cock now fucking my mouth and throat and 2 huge thick cocks in my hole that I couldn't control my hips as they started to move up and down on both of Keith and Paul's cock. Then I was told by Paul to sit up a little bit and then he said to start moving up and down on their cocks and when I did Keith covered my nose once again and they had me breathing in the fumes from the poppers while Nick was holding my head and he really started to move his hips back and forth to the point where he had his huge thick rock hard cock sliding in and out of my throat and down it and Keith was holding my hips while moving me up and down on both of their huge thick cocks. Then my whole body started to shake as I felt the head of his cock go deeper and stretching my hole more and then feeling Paul's stretching my hole even more as his cock wasn't as huge as Keith's was but he was definitely thicker as he was opening and stretching my hole even more. Then I started to moan as I felt like something broke in my hole as I just started to have my first of many assgasim for the night and when I did my hole was soaking wet and so was Keith and Paul's cock that their huge thick cocks went in deeper and Keith was moving my hips up and down even faster and harder Nick probably had a little less than half of his huge thick rock hard cock in my mouth and down my throat when I felt his hold the sides of my head really tight and then he stopped moving it with his huge mushroom head halfway down my throat as I felt his huge thick cock start to twitch and throb and then he pushed my head down on his cock as he started to shot load after load after load down my throat making sure that I swallow his thick creamy load. And not only was his load thick and creamy but he came for a long time that I could feel the back of my throat filling up with his thick creamy load. As he was cumming down my throat he was saying to me to swallow it all as he held my head and had his huge mushroom head halfway down my throat and then he said that him, Keith and Paul had plenty more to give me as he slowly started to stop cumming but he didn't make any effort to move his cock back or out of my mouth. Then he asked Keith and Paul how my hole felt and Keith started moaning and said that he needs to find out for himself and Nick pulled his slippery wet cock out of my mouth and throat and I started to catch my breath and then Nick got up and stood right next to Keith while Paul put the rag over my nose and held it there as I started to scream as I felt Nick's huge mushroom head start to push up against my hole and the longer he was pushing the head of his cock against my hole and the longer that Paul had the rag over my nose the more I could feel my hole opening and stretching around the head of Nick's huge mushroom head slide in my hole and then I started to scream even louder as I had 3 huge thick rock hard cocks fucking me and how they were starting to go faster and deeper in my hole and I just started to have another assgasim soaking my hole and their huge thick cocks. Then I remember being told to sit up more and start to move up and down and when I did I started to moan and groan as I was riding all 3 cocks and I started to move faster and deeper while I had my hands wrapped around 2 of the 3 cocks and jerked them off and then I felt my hips being grabbed and pulled down as I heard Keith start to moan and then he started to cum in my hole and then I felt more as my hole started to leak as Keith and Paul were cumming deep in my hole. As soon as Keith came in my hole he pulled his huge thick cock out of my hole and he was squeezing it and then he pushed his cock in my mouth and started to cum down my throat and then I started to gag and chock as he started to just fuck my throat harder and deeper then Nick did I could taste his cum and Paul's as he just started to fuck my throat like it was my asshole. My nose was right against his stomach as he was holding my head while he was moving his huge thick cock in and out of my mouth and down my throat I had saliva coming out the sides of my mouth and his cock was soaking wet and dripping my saliva every time his cock came out of my mouth and then he started to moan really loud as he pushed my head down on his huge thick cock and he pushed my head so hard that he had all 14" down my throat and my nose was pushed up against his pubic area and he just started to cum down my throat. Once Keith came down my throat both Nick and Paul had been done fucking my I had cum leaking out of my hole and I could feel it was spread wide open and my stomach was full of Nick and Keith cum. They looked at me and said you ready for round 2 as Paul walked over to the table and pulled out another needle and said we are. Part 3 and final part coming soon

My buddy Hamish is a big lad, tall and broad and his cock is 10 inches and thicker than a coke can. For long enough he’s wanted to fuck me but I was too nervous about taking his enormous cock up my arse. Finally, about 4 months ago I said he could fuck me. I spent 3 days before getting my hole ready. I stretched it out using ever bigger butt plugs until I was well open. The day came and I stared at his massive hardon wondering how the fuck am I gunna take that. We were both well lubed before he mounted me doggy. He pressed his helmet on my hole and pushed into me. It took about 5 minutes but finally he was balls-deep in me. My hole was at its limits, full of his meat. He stared fucking me and I began to relax. After about 10 minutes he flooded my hole with his sperm. He enjoyed it and I discovered I could take a massive cock.

I get it. Most gay men say they want a huge dick. But I think it’s really unfortunate that so much emphasis is put on that. I have had 5 and 6 inch dicks that rocked my world and made my eyes spin in my head. On the other hand, I’ve had guys with eight and 9 inches who didn’t know what to do with it. Talent is a priority for me

Well, my first KNOWINGLY poz loads, anyway. I'd been taking raw dick and load for about a year, but mostly from regulars or married guys I found online. But one night, I'm insanely horny and trolling for dick online. This was a few years back and I was trying to find a top on gay.com. It was late (like 1 am) and we both figure out pretty soon that we are game for a hookup. His pics are hot (he's in his 40's and has at least 8.5" of dick). It was his dick that made up my mind. I'd never had one that big and I wanted to try it! We get to the point of exchanging phone numbers when he springs it on me. "By the way, I'm poz. Is that ok?" I hesitated a long time before answering. "I'm not... But I am really horny." He asks for my number so we can talk on the phone a bit. I give it to him. His voice is all sexy and he starts talking about fucking me and making my ass feel good. I ask him if he would use a condom, but he tells me they make him limp. Then he tells me that we could fuck but he won't cum in me. He will pull out if I want-- no problem. He then says he can also stay hard after cumming and go multiple times. I gave him my address. He arrived 20 minutes later, and we were soon naked. I started sucking his cock and man was it a whopper! I truly hadn't had one this big ever. He ate my ass and sucked my cock and then pushed me onto my back. "You ready to get fucked?" he asked? I was so nervous and had butterflies in my stomach. "Yes-- but you'll go easy and pull out, right? You'll warn me before you cum??" He promised he would, then he lubed up my ass and his cock, and worked his head into my hole. He tossed a fresh bottle of poppers on my chest and told me to take a hit. I did, and the relaxing warmth rushed over me. Then he pushed all the way in, slowly. I'd taken lots of raw dick before, but never one this size. And poz. But damn if it didn't feel good! He set up a slow rhythm and got me all open and accepting of his cock. I did more poppers and was in bottom heaven. He started to pick up speed and he told me to do another good popper hit. I did as instructed and then be really started fucking me. "I'm getting real close-- where do you want me to cum?" He said as he was fucking away. I was in a wave of popper heaven and loving feeling his cock hit me so deep-- I didn't answer. "I'm getting ready to blow, man--- where you want it!" I just closed my eyes and reached up to work his nipples. "Oh Fuuuuuuuuuck!" he shouts and I can feel his raw jizz spurting inside my ass. And being the cumwhore that I was, I was in heaven. But he wasn't done. He kept fucking and I came down off my popper high and realized what had just happened. "Dude, you didn't pull out," I said. "Man, I asked but you didn't tell me to. Besides-- we BOTH know what you wanted." He fucked two more loads into me before I came and couldn't take any more pounding from that big cock. And after that fuck, he became one of my regular fuckbuddies.

Man I don't understand who "sex shame!" We are men! Sex is good, sex is fun! What may work for may be different for someone else! If you don't like something then don't do it! If doesn't meet your OWN morals then don't shame another man cause he has different thoughts, sexual needs, and morals! Above all don't shame HIV, the Men who are HIV positive, and the history of HIV pandemic! It's insulting and shouldn't be used to put others down...be a man, mind your own business, and be better!

I have voted on this topic a while ago. I converted by choice at the age of 19. It’s now like a tatoo. It’s just a part of me. A few days ago I was getting bred by a sickly old guy (my type) and when he was getting close I said please breed me. He instinctively said you want to get bred and knocked up? We both knew what he meant. My pussy started to milk his cock like it was the last ever. While cleaning his cock after I could not stop thanking him. It was such a mutual respect.

So, had this story sitting on a back burner for a while and since the dreaded writer's black has hit on my other story (Self Destruction). Decided to throw this one out here and see how people like it. I'll warn everyone now, it's a bit of a slow burner in this first chapter, but I promise it will get much steamier in the next chapter. Hope everyone enjoys. ---------- Lesson 1: The Art of Negotiation It all started when I came home from school over the summer break. Not wanting to get a job in some god awful burger joint or interning for pennies at an office, I decided that I would mow lawns for neighbors just like I had in high school. The money was decent, I got to enjoy the sun, and I usually got to set my own hours. Most of our neighbors were on the older side, and I was sad to see that the Mercers at the end of the block had recently moved away, both of them getting too old for the larger house. My parents had told me that they thought someone recently bought their house, and taking up the hint, I proceeded that morning down the street, hoping the wife was home and they didn’t have any kids. I’ve always known that a few of the women, especially the older ones, enjoyed me mowing their yards, and not one to disappoint I would regularly show off my body and good looks. 19 years old, 6ft tall, slender yet muscular, with wavy brown hair, blue eyes, and classically good looks, I knew how to use my physical attributes to my advantage. Not that the typical housewife really interested me. Being bi, I’d had my pick of the guys and girls at college and even a few in high school, and preferred not to crap where I ate so to speak. Already, the sun was blazing in the sky, making the air unpleasantly muggy. I mentally kicked myself for getting up so late, as the sun was already extremely high in the sky. Walking down the street, I made my way towards the old Mercers place, hopeful as I saw they had a rather nice looking SUV in the driveway. They definitely have some disposable income, I thought to my self, noting that the SUV was a rather new Range Rover in the driveway, a little out of place in the more middle class vibe of the neighborhood. Not that I would expect someone to put one on such and expensive vehicle, but no little stick figure family on the rare window, and no bumper stickers proclaiming to the world that their spawn was an honor student. Putting on my usual customer service smile, I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. I waited, looking around and adjusted my self, trying to at least appear somewhat presentable. A quick movement at the window confirmed that someone was at least home. I was shocked however when instead of the usual bored housewife with too much botox and filler, I was greeted by what could only be described as a bear of a man, wearing a tank top and loose shorts, covered in tattoos. “Can I help you?” the man asked, sounding just slightly annoyed. Shit… I thought to myself, This is going to be a lot harder sale… Usually, the husbands were likely to shoot me down instantly, tight fisted on money and the usual male bravado of wanting to do it themselves to prove how manly they were. Quickly, I increased my smile a little more, bracing myself for the harder sale. “Sorry to bother you sir, I’m Riley, and I live down the street over there. My parents have the beige ranch style near the corner,” I begin, turning around and pointing out the house 5 doors down. “Uh huh…” the man said, boredom already in his voice. “So, I’m home for the summer and I know you must be new the street. I usually offer to mow the yards here to make some money while I’m off school, especially with some of the people here being a bit on the older side…” “And I fit into that same category? Do you make it a habit of trying to scam the elderly?” he said, his deep voice already sounding annoyed. What the fuck? Where did that come from? I thought to myself, unsure how to answer for a few seconds. “No, sorry, I just figured I ask if you’d like me to mow yours as well. I didn’t mean…” I replied hurriedly, trying to assure the man. The man stared at me for a second with a flat expression before bursting into laughter. Confused, I stared blankly at him, feeling slightly embarrassed. “I’m just fucking with you, kid,” he said, clapping his meaty hand on my shoulder, “You should see the look on your face!” Still a bit perplexed, I gave a small smile. “I’m Gregory, friend’s call me Greg. I’ve already met your folks and they told me to expect you,” he said, smiling and chuckling to himself, “Come on in and we can talk numbers over something cold.” I quickly forced myself to regain my composure before following Greg into the house, quietly thankful to feel the crisp cold air of the AC on my already sweat slicked body. Standing to the side, I waited as he shut the door, shutting out the heat and bright sunlight into the much cooler and somewhat darker insides of the house. Looking around, I was a bit surprised at how much newer everything looked, compared to the rather dated 80s motif the Mercers had when I was here last year. Tastefully decorated in midcentury modern design, it fit the house much better than the tacky old gold, pastels, and insane amount of mirrors Mrs. Mercer loved, looking like it had come straight out of a Golden Girls episode. I already knew where the kitchen was, but still waited politely as Greg led the way to kitchen. I was shocked too at how fully different the kitchen was as well, looking almost like something out of a magazine. Definitely a metric fuck-ton of disposable income… I thought, looking over at the massive double fridge, and the massive, gleaming steel oven. I remembered vaguely that just the stove was something like 14 grand and the fridge even more, having seen it in passing shopping with my mother the pervious week for a new computer desk for school at the furniture store. “You guys really did a great job on renovating this place…” I said, looking around before taking a seat at the spacious island counter, across from Greg. I watched as he went over to the spacious fridge before opening it and looking around. “Yeah, just finished last month. Beer, water, soda, or ice tea?” he asked, looking around inside before sticking his head out and staring at me. “Oh, um, water is fine,” I said, briefly before turning my attention out the patio door into the yard. Even the yard was different, having also been the subject of the massive renovation. Gone was the shabby garden and crab grass, and in its place was a very contemporary back yard, complete with a massive fire pit and new swimming pool, all surrounded by a very tall privacy fence. Honestly, I wasn’t really sure how much mowing was even needed, as even the grass looked new, likely having been recently sodded. Suddenly, my attention was yanked back to the kitchen as Greg put his large hand on my shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze as he handed me a bottle of water with the other. “I insisted on the new pool in the back,” he said suddenly, still giving my shoulder a squeeze, “might have taken a bit of the work from you there, but you have to admit when its hot like this, a pool is a must!” Taking the bottle of water from him, I felt a slight blush creepy up my neck and across my cheeks as his hand moved from my shoulder to the back of my neck, his thumb moving back and forth across my skin. “Um, so, price wise,” I said, forcing myself not to focus on his hand as I talked, “I usually charge $40 for the entire yard, and I can do it whatever time you want during the day.” Removing his hand, he walked over to the counter and poured himself a cup of coffee, grabbing the newspaper next to it. Must have interrupted him during the coffee and crossword puzzle, I thought to myself, thankful to finally have my shoulder back. “The wife is a bit particular about the yard,” he said, taking a sip of the coffee before continuing, “Tell you what. She should be home in about an hour or so. If you can impress us, I’m sure we can figure something out in terms of price. Still will pay you for today, just need to justify the cost. We’ve got a mower in the garage if you want to use that.” I nodded in silent agreement, and after letting Greg lead the way, proceeded to do just that. —- “Babe, I’m in the kitchen!” Greg called out, looking up from his phone briefly as his husband walked into the room. “Hey baby, how was your day?” Mike said, walking into the room before setting his bag on the counter. “Oh, you know, just the usual,” Greg replied, setting the phone down before turning his head up to kiss him, “How was work?” “It was fine. Just the usually bullshit,” he said, turning his attention to the backyard, “Um… Hey, uh, whose in the backyard?” “So, the neighbors down the street have a son, Riley, and he’s back from college for the summer,” Greg replied, giving him a smile. “Uh-huh,” Mike replied, watching as the brown haired teen stopped for a second, picking up twig from the yard and tossing over the back fence before wiping his brow and pulling his shirt off. “And we’re paying him to mow the yard,” Greg continued, letting out a smirk as Mike continued to watch the college boy out the window. “Oh, then lawn huh?” Mike said, letting out a chuckle, “And how is he?” Suddenly, the lawn mower shut off as Riley began to walk the mower back to the garage. “I dunno,” Greg said, adjusting his cock in his pants as he watched the outline of the teen’s ass, “Didn’t seem to mind when I was feeling him up a little earlier. Maybe we should find out?” — Walking back into the house, I quickly pulled my shirt back on, silently thankful to no longer be sweating in the heat and sun. Making my way back into the kitchen, I was shocked to see a second man in the kitchen. Just as tall and muscular as Greg, he had his hair in a mohawk with a large septum ring through his nose. I could see just a few tattoos peaking out from under his dress shirt. “Oh, um…” I said, unsure what to say, “I finished the yard. Did you want me to come back when your wife gets home?” The other man started laughing before walking over and extending his hand. “Hi, you must be Riley. I’m Michael, his husband,” he said, laughing slightly at my confusion to his introduction, “And before you apologize, he always introduces me as his wife. This one likes to play games.” “Oh, uh… cool, nice to meet you,” I said, shaking his hand awkwardly. “You look hot,” Mike continued, before going to the fridge and pulling out another bottle of water, “Thirsty?” “Yeah, its sweltering out there. And thanks,” I said, grateful for the cold water to cool down with. I opened the bottle and guzzled half the bottle down. We stood there in silence for a seconds before I looked around the room. “So… you guys just moved in a few months ago? It looks amazing in here.” “Yeah, we just got done with the last bit of the renovations a month ago,” Greg replied, “Everything really came out great and, well, I’m sure you know how it looked before.” “Well, it really does look great in here,” I said, unsure what to say as both of them stared at me and then each other. “We finally got the playroom set up last night,” Mike said, smiling at me before looking over at Greg again. “Playroom?” I asked, not entirely sure if I understood what he meant, “What’s that?” “Yeah, kind of a labor of love,” Mike said, as I looked down to him adjusting his bulge in his pants, “Want to check it out?” “We can talk about your compensation while we’re down there if you want,” Greg added, also moving his hand on his crotch, smiling at me. Oh. Playroom. I suddenly realized. I was unsure at first how to react. Definitely not something I’d ever done before to be sure, but I couldn’t help but admit that both of them were quite hot in their own way. And I also had to admit coming back home had sucked as most of my usual flings were gone at college still, meaning I’d been without any sex for the last few weeks. One thing I prided myself on at school was always being willing to explore sexually. So, letting my hormones take over I gave my reply. “Sure, why not?” I said, a slight smile on my face. — Slowly, we descended down the stairs into the basement, greeted at first only by the inky blackness. The room was suddenly flooded with light as I took in the scene. The ceiling was painted black, as were the walls. A few lights lit up the room, with a few being those colored smart bulbs that gently changed back and forth from magenta to violet to blue. Off to the corner, there was a large leather clad cross with shackles, and the opposite corner a leather cladded bench also with shackles. as well as several cases and tool boxes along one of the walls. On the some of the walls, there were various posters of naked men, as well as a wall filled with different ‘toys.’ Whips, dildos, anal beads, paddles, and even a few other things I had no idea what were all sat organized on one of the walls. Near the door we came in at several leather harnesses were hung up. On the opposite wall, a small steel mini-fridge sat next to a large humidor filled with various cigars, and in the center of the room hung a large leather sling, with a mirror directly above it. I slowly looked around, letting my brain take it all in. I slightly jumped when I felt someone grabbing my ass. “So, Riley,” Mike said, grinning at me, slowly kneading my ass as Greg began to get undressed, pulling on one of the leather harnesses, “Welcome to the playroom. What do you think?” Releasing my ass, Mike also began to get undressed, revealing his hairy chest and multiple tattoos. I watched both of them get fully undressed except for the leather harnesses, taking in the sights. Both had decent sized cocks, with Mike’s being bigger, but Greg’s balls were much bigger. Both had several cock piercings as well as oversized nipples, which I found strangely hot. “It’s… pretty wild. In a good way,” I replied, feeling my own cock growing in my boxers. “Kinda looking a little overdressed there, bud,” Greg pointed out, walking over to the mini-fridge and pulling out a couple of bottles what I recently found out were poppers. Quickly, I pulled my clothes off except for my boxers, unsure whether to take them off or leave them on. Suddenly, Mike handed me a white jockstrap. Dumbly, I just stared at them in my hand. “Told you he looked like a boxers kind of boy. You lose the bet babe,” Mike said, walking over to the wall and grabbing a whip with multiple tassels on it. “So I think it’s time to go over our business proposal,” Greg said, tossing one of the bottles of poppers to Mike, who easily caught it before opening it up and taking several deep sniffs. “Oh, uh, the business proposal?” I asked, not exactly sure what he meant. “So, Riley, obviously the hubby and I find you quite the sexy little fuck,” Greg explained, also opening his poppers and taking a few sniffs, “Fuck those are good… Anyways, we’d definitely would like to use you for some fun if you’d be up for it. We can gladly pay you for your time, and you can say no to anything we want to do. What do you say to, oh…. A hundred bucks an hour?” My eyes bulged out of my head for a moment. That’s more than even my parents made an hour. Combined. There’s got to be a catch here… I thought to myself. “I mean, that sounds good, but what all would be expected of me exactly?” I said cautiously. “Well, I guess we should lay out the ground rules,” Mike said, coming over to me and slowly pushing the band of my boxers down with the whip in his hands. “First, you’ll wear the jock instead of those boxers any time you come over,” Greg began to explain, “Second, you can’t wash it all summer. We expect you over here at least once a week to mow then play, but you’re welcome to come over more if you want. Next, you can say no to anything we do, but once you do, we stop this little agreement. We both like to relax and smoke while we play, as well as use poppers. You don’t have to but we can pay a little extra if you agree to trying both. And last, we want to bring over some friends for group play, you can say no, and we’ll still keep this arrangement, but you’ll get paid extra.” “Babe,” Mike interjected, having successfully pushed my boxers off, began to slowly rub the whip up and down between my bare asscheeks, “You forgot the most important part.” “Oh yeah,” Greg said, grinning at me, “We are a strictly no condom household. I’ll assume you’re clean, right?” I nodded, my mind processing everything as fast as I could. “Good,” Greg said, “Any questions? Thoughts?” I sat there for a moment with my mind racing. “Uh, I guess just a few?” I said, kicking myself mentally for how young I suddenly sounded. “Ask them while you put that jock on,” Mike said, pointing the whip at the white jockstrap in my hand. Slowly, I bent over, sure that I was obviously giving both of these men full view of my virgin asshole. I pulled them up in one smooth motion. “I’ve never done this before,” I explained, unconsciously rubbing my hands over my thighs, “I mean, I’ve been with a few guys before, but pretty much as the top, and its always been pretty vanilla.” “Fuck that is hot,” Mike groaned, “Prime virgin boy-pussy, babe.” “You can always say no, boy,” Greg said, rubbing his cock, the metal cock ring in his harness gleaming around the base of his dick. “Well, I mean, I just want to know what the limit is of saying no,” I said hesitantly, hoping for some sort of negotiation or compromise, “Like, can I ask for a break if it gets too intense for me? Or…?” Mike and Greg exchanged a glance before nodding at each other. “I mean, asking for a break isn’t saying no I guess,” Greg mused. “And I’ve never done anything like…” I continued, gesturing around the room, “This… So, can we move slow. I think I might get overwhelmed otherwise.” “Mike,” Greg said, walking over to the leather cross, before starting to strap the cuffs to his wrists, “I think we need to demonstrate exactly what Riley here can expect.” “Babe, I think it’s time to give the boy here his first lesson in hardcore man-sex,” Mike replied, shoving the poppers into a small pouch on his harness before smacking the whip in his free hand.

Author's note: Thank you so much for all the feedback I've received so far. The next part is a little heavier, but it's also a lot hotter. Please leave a comment letting me know how you're enjoying it, because that encourages me to keep going. 03 CARLO Tony pulled out his dick and held it in front of my face, as he made me get on my knees. The smell of his arousal mixed with the stench of the room. "You're going to suck it," he ordered, pushing it towards my mouth. "And if you do a good job, I might just let you keep your teeth." Panic set in as I realized the gravity of my situation. I was knee-deep in the underbelly of the mafia, and my only hope was to play along. I didn't want to do it, but the alternative was unthinkable. I opened my mouth and took him in, my eyes watering from the sheer revulsion. Tony's grip on my head tightened as he began to thrust, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each movement sent waves of nausea through me, but I focused on breathing through my nose, trying not to gag. His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling and pushing, setting a pace that was both agonizing and degrading. “Good boy,” he said. “You suck dick like a pro, I don’t think I’m your first.” My mind raced with thoughts of escape, of the people I'd put in jail, of the lives I'd ruined in my pursuit of justice. Was this the price? Was I going to die here, on my knees, in the dirt? I tried to push the thoughts away, focusing instead on the feel of the cold concrete beneath my knees, the taste of his skin, the roughness of his grip. Anything to keep from breaking down completely. As Tony's breathing grew ragged, I knew the end was near. I braced myself, hoping that once he was finished with this sick game, he'd have no further use for me and let me go. But the fear remained, a cold, hard stone in my stomach, because I knew that with Tony Mancini, there were no guarantees. No matter what happened next, this night was going to change me forever. Suddenly, Tony's movements stopped, and he pulled away, looking at me with a disgusted sneer. I didn't dare to move, the taste of him still in my mouth. He wiped his hand across my lips, smearing the saliva and bile that had pooled there. The humiliation was complete. I had never felt so dirty, so utterly violated. I wanted to vomit, to purge the very thought of this monster from my body. And so, I did. The bile rose in my throat and spilled onto the cold, concrete floor. The room swam around me, the smell of vomit mixing with the stench of the room. I coughed and choked, my eyes watering, my nose burning. Tony took a step back, his expression a mix of amusement and revulsion. He wiped his cock with a handkerchief, tucking it back into his pants with an air of nonchalance. "Stand up," he barked, his voice like a whip crack. I stumbled to my feet, my legs shaking. The ropes that bound my hands made it difficult to balance, and the feeling of his precum on my chin was nauseating. Tony grabbed the ropes and pulled me towards the chair, forcing me to lean over it. "Please," I begged, my voice weak and trembling. "Please, don't do this." But Tony ignored my pleas. With one violent yank, he pulled down my pants, exposing my bare ass to the cold air. I felt his cock brush against me, and I knew what was coming next. The fear grew inside me like a tumor, spreading through every cell in my body. He didn't say a word as he pushed himself into me. The pain was like nothing I had ever felt before, a searing agony that ripped through me like a hot knife. I screamed, but it was muffled by the walls. I felt the chair dig into my stomach as I was held in place, unable to do anything but take his brutal assault. I was never interested in men like that, but now I was getting fucked by one. And then, just as suddenly as it had started, Tony stopped. The pressure was unbearable, and I knew he was fully inside me. He leaned over, pressing the cold metal of a gun against my forehead. "Tell me you love it," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Tell me you want to get fucked by me." My mind reeled. I didn't know how much more of this I could take. But the gun was a stark reminder that resistance was futile. Through gritted teeth, I forced out the words. "I love it," I lied. "I want it deeply." Tony chuckled, a sick, twisted sound that sent a shiver down my spine. He began to thrust again, the gun still pressing against my forehead, a constant threat of what would happen if I didn't play along. I felt my body betray me, my muscles clenching around him despite my mind's screams. My cock was hard as a rock. This was it. This was the price I paid for crossing the Cosa Nostra. And as the pain became a numbness, and the room faded away, I realized that there was no escape, no redemption. I was at the mercy of Tony Mancini, and all I could do was pray for the strength to survive. "Are you at least wearing a condom?", I asked. "Do you feel a condom?", he replied with another question. "I'm going to breed you." My heart stopped. This wasn't just about power or information anymore; it was about something far more twisted. I felt the heat of his body, the slickness of his skin, and knew he was bare. This was real. This was happening. I had to keep my legs from giving out as he began to thrust into me, the mental pain unbearable. Each stroke was like a hammer to my soul, and all I could do was take it. Tony's grip on my hips was ironclad, his breathing growing more ragged with each push. I could feel his cock stretching me, tearing me apart. And with each thrust, the cold reality of my situation sank deeper into me. He was fucking me without a condom. The thought of what that could mean made me want to die right there. But I couldn't. I had to survive this. Minutes passed that felt like hours, the pain a constant reminder of my fate. And then, just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, Tony's grip tightened, and he groaned, his body going tense. He was about to cum. Inside me. Panic set in, and I struggled, trying to pull away, but his hold was too strong. And then, the inevitable. The hot spurt of his seed filled me, and I felt my body convulse around him. The feeling was alien, wrong, and I knew I would never be the same. The moment seemed to last an eternity, his cock pulsing, my body shuddering in pain and disgust. Finally, he pulled out, leaving me to collapse onto the chair. I could feel his cum leaking out of me, running down my thigh, the warm stickiness a stark contrast to the cold floor. Tony stepped back, zipping up his pants with a smug look on his face. "Good boy," he said, and then the words that sealed my fate. "I just found out I have HIV, you are the first person to receive my swimmers. I'm gonna fuck you every day to make sure I make you positive." The room spun. The air grew thick with the weight of his confession. I had just been infected with a death sentence, a parting gift from a monster who had enjoyed every second of my degradation. And the worst part is that hearing the man say that made my cock throb and get even harder. Luckily, he didn't notice. As Tony left the room, locking the door behind him, I was left alone with the echo of his laughter and the sticky evidence of his depravity. I was no longer Carlo the journalist, the fearless seeker of truth. I was a broken shell, used and discarded by a man with no conscience. I was a raped man, with cum running down my legs. Even if I managed to escape, I would never be able to return to my normal life. I would never be able to be with my fiancée again. The tears fell then, hot and fast. I didn't know what was worse, the pain in my ass or the pain in my heart. I had been so sure that my work would make a difference, that I could bring down these animals. But here I was, a mere plaything for Tony Mancini. In the eyes of the powerful people in the mafia, I was just an inflatable doll. I knew then that my life had changed, irrevocably. The fear of HIV was a constant companion, whispering in my ear, reminding me of what had been stolen from me. But amidst the despair, a spark of anger grew. I would not let this be the end of me. I would find a way to get out of that place and bring them all down. I would not let Tony or the Cosa Nostra win. I was Carlo Barbieri after all.

Rimming is one of my things to do. My God, I can spend hours with my face in an ass crack in my tongue sneaking deep up his hole. Until I was about 25 or 26, I used to be able to suck my own dick. I was able to get beyond the head. And many times, especially when using my hand to stroke, I would come in my mouth. The one thing I still crave to do, but I know it is a physical impossibility, is to eat my own butt hole. I think if I could achieve that, I never would leave my home again. It’s not just the feeling that turns me on, but I love the taste of Ass. natural ass juices are a huge turn on. But since I know I’ll never be able to rip myself, the next closest thing is to taste my ass on another man. Whether it’s on his lips and tongue after he has eaten my hole, or if it’s on his dick after he fucks me, I really got turned on knowing my own ass juices are in my mouth.

Mike practically screamed and his hole was split open. Stars burst before his eyes. His ass burned. But just for a moment. As quickly as it had come the pain drifted away leaving only the euphoria that only came from being stretched wide by a fat cock. His screams turned to moans, his body relaxing. “Yeah. Fuck yeah boy. Take my fucking cock. That’s it. That’s what you’ve been dreaming about. Isn’t it? You’ve been dreaming about my fat cock in your tight hole. You’ve been dreaming about me splitting you open and filling you with my hot seed. Fuck yeah. I’m going to fucking fill you up boy. My seeds going to be leaking out of you for days.” “Fuck yes! Please Sir! Fill me up!” Sir slammed his cock in and out of Mike’s hole. They were both sweating. The room already stunk of musk and sex. Mike’s body was shaking under Sir’s intense pounding. There would be no going back for the boy now, Sir knew. He’d admitted to himself what he wanted, what’s more he’d given into that want and he’d never be able to ignore that. He’d probably feel guilty, or embarrassed for a couple of days but that would soon be replaced by horny desperation. Then he’d be back, begging Sir for another load, and when he did Mike would be fully under Sir’s control. Mike held his legs under the knees, keeping them pressed tight to his chest. His breath was ragged, as it was forced out of his with each powerful thrust from Sir’s cock. He felt his hole opening up as Sir kept up his blistering pace. All resistance had gone out of his body. He’d been taken over by the pleasure of his fantasies coming true. Sir grinned at the boy’s slack jaw and whimpering sounds. “Fuck you’ve got a sweet hole boy. Its going to be so fun to ruin. Fuck. Its going to be so fun to turn your tight college hole into a fucking cumdump pussy. Fuck yes!” “Ruin me Sir! Please! Make me your cumdump. Make me your sub! Make me your fag boy.” “Oh sweet boy. Sweet sweet Good Boy. You’re already my fag boy. You were my fag boy when you came smelling my load in your briefs. You were my sub when you got naked for me just because I told you to. You were my sub when you swallowed my piss down without question.” “Fuck Sir!” “Now you’ve admitted it there’s no going back. You’re my fucking sub faggot.” “Fuck!” “What are you boy?” “I’m your faggot sub Sir! I’m your boy!” “That’s right! And once my loads in your hole you’ll be my cumdump.” “Fuck yes Sir! I want to be your cumdump!” “You want to feel my load leaking out of you?” “Yes Sir!” “You want to feel me drip out of your hole while you’re sitting in class like a fucking slut?” “Yes Sir! Make me your slut!” “Yeah. You’re a slut for raw cock aren’t you? You love being filled with cum!” “Fuck yes Sir! I love it. I loved having your load inside me so much! I loved feeling it leak out of me!” “Yeah fucking faggot! That’s it. Sexy little slut. Your hole looks so good stretched around my cock. Fuck yeah. Your hole’s clinging to the sides of my cock. Can you feel that? Can you feel me pulling your hole out with me? Opening you up?” “Holy shit Sir! It feels so good! Your cock is so fucking thick! Its so good. God, I love your raw cock. I love it deep inside me! Fuck yes! Stretch me out Sir! Fuck! This is even better than last time!” “That’s because you know what to expect boy. You’re not shocked. You’re ready for it. You’ve given yourself up to your cock lust once before, so now its easier to let go and just enjoy it. Next time it will be even easier. The time after that you probably won’t even question how good it feels. You just give in. You just give me this warm wet hole and let me fuck it till it’s a gaping cum filled pussy.” “Fuck! Yes! Sir! Fuck my hole till it’s a cummy pussy! Fucking breed me Sir!” Sir grabbed Mike’s legs and held them apart hammering his cock down into the boys hole. Mike’s eyes rolled backwards. The feelings were overwhelming. His hole had become the center of his universe. His cock lay, still only half hard, against his stomach streaming precum into his trail. That didn’t matter. It was all about his hole and how good Sir’s cock felt pounding into it. Drops of sweat fell for Sir’s face onto Mike’s chest. The room felt hot and stuffy. The air was permeated with the hot smells of rutting men. “Good boy. Take my dick. Take it deep. That’s it. Open up for me. Open that hole. You feel that? I’m past your second hole. Your body remembers. Your body knows how to take my dick now. Your body wants to give itself to me. That’s because your hole was made to be bred.” “Fuck yes! Make me your cumdump Sir! My hole needs to be fucked! I need your raw cock! I need it! I fucking dreamed about you breeding me! I need this!” “Yes you do boy! You’re a fucking faggot! A sub boy! A bottom pig! You need to be filled with cock. You need raw dick. You body craves it! You need it! You need my cock! Fuck yes!” Sir was panting now, his strokes becoming animalistic and erratic. Mike knew what was coming. Sir sneered at him, his face contorted with the effort of not cumming. He couldn’t hold it back though. Mike’s warm hole was too much for him. With a roar he slammed his cock into Mike and started to cum. Thick hot ropes of cum pumped into Mike’s guts as Sir’s balls contracted. Mike closed his eyes savoring the warmth that spread through him.

Took a quick pump and dump from an Asian couple I met on Scruff early this morning. They were in the neighborhood, came over quickly and did their work while I was ass up blindfolded. First was pretty thick and dumped his load quietly while his partner cheered him on. Once he came the other slid in and got his nut really fast, maybe two minutes. One of them then started eating my hole out and was getting his tongue pretty deep. That lasted a few minutes then the first thicker guy quickly inserted himself back in and churned their loads and gave me a third. The whole fuck was maybe 15 minutes total. They left and I immediately took a nap. Just woke up feeling pretty satisfied.

i also tasted it, and it sure wasn't my load. from when I've felched, I know the taste of my loads...

Take a look at my recent post about open mouth gags. I love puting an open mouth gag on my cocksucker. To me he looks real hot helpless with his mouth held wide open. And yeah, I also like to put him on the bed in his back with his head hanging over the edge. Then I can force my cock deep down his throat in one strong thrust and then fuck his throat as hard as I want, pounding my sweaty balls over his nose. I love to hear him choking and gagging on my cock and to see him drooling and tears pouring from his eyes. I feel fucking awesome when I cum deep down his throat and make him choke on my sperm as I force him to swallow it. Sometimes I follow up by pissing down his throat as well. That’s the kind of abuse cocksuckers crave.

dailly!