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  1. 1981virginia

    'Do You Want Me to Stop?'

    ‘Do You Want Me to Stop?’ I was headed out of town for a conference to London. I’d managed to get my company to pay for the flights, and to be able to stay on a few days afterwards to get a bit of a vacation. My boy was planning on flying out on the next night of the conference and spending a few days sightseeing with me. We’d both been working hard lately, and were looking forward to some time together. We’d even done a bit of research into the raunchier gay clubs, thinking maybe we could have some naughty fun together in a public setting. I was running late trying to get out of the office to the airport, and I barely made it through security before the flight closed. We started taxiing shortly after I buckled my seat belt. The flight was choppy to say the least, and I was super stressed. A very sexy flight attendant could see how tense I was just from my shoulders. This guy was a real Hunk. He leaned forward telling me that we should keep in touch after the plane landed and he was off-duty. ‘I’d like to help you relax,’ he said as he pushed a card with his number into my hand and stroked my arm. I was practically sore all over, and groggy from having not slept well, by the time we touched down at Heathrow. As the sun rose, I headed for the tube into town for my morning presentation. I felt a body press into mine from behind as I stood on the platform, and it was my Hunk, the flight attendant. He was taller than I remembered, over six feet, with broad shoulders and a tiny waist. Blond spiky hair framed his chiseled face. We made small talk as we boarded the train, crowded with morning commuters. I was drowsy from not sleeping on the turbulent flight and found myself dozing off with my head against his muscular chest. I apologized, and told him we should make a plan for that night after the conference wore down. The presentations went well, if uneventful, and I headed to check into my hotel. I messaged the Hunk, and we made plans for him to pick me up and we could grab a light dinner, then maybe back to my place or his to relax. We went out dancing, and I could tell he was packing a big cock from the lump in his trousers. We ate quickly as we chatted about what turned each other on. He told me he had trained to be a masseur and liked to practice whenever he could. He held out his massive hands, and I swear I started to drip precum. He told me that he charged all of his clients… I asked what his fees were, and they seemed reasonable. £50- for an hour sounded fair, plus extras… I stayed hard wondering what the extras were. We got back to my hotel, and the Hunk wrapped his arm around me as he winked at the concierge, who winked back with a knowing look. Back in my room and tore each other’s clothes off. He had me lay down on the bed with a pillow under my chest. I shivered as he started working my shoulders with his masculine hands, then lower to my shoulder blades, then the small of my back, then my ass. He cupped my cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing my hole. He crouched lower and started blowing air across my asshole. I instinctively tightened up. He told me he’d loosen me up for another £10-. I breathlessly nodded assent, and he started lapping at my ass. I knew I was making a puddle on the bedspread. He pulled his whole hair body against my back, with his thick uncut cock right between the clefts of my cheeks. ‘£10- more and I’ll put the tip in… Sound good, lover?’ I grunted approval, not thinking to stop and ask for a condom. Thankfully, he had got me pretty wet with spit and the head of his dick eased into me. I moaned as he twisted my head around, ‘£10- more and I’ll kiss you.’ I grunted and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I knew he was deeper in me than just the tip, and that he was raw. I could feel my ass getting wetter, so I knew he was drooling precum into me. ‘£20- more and I’ll fuck you until you ask me to stop…’ ‘Okay!’ I shouted. He reared back and pulled my hips to his groin. My Hunk pounded my raw ass. The sound of sweaty flesh-on-flesh smacking as his balls slammed into me sent me in orbit. It had been a long time since I’d been fucked, and a long time since someone other than my boy had fucked me raw. ‘You’ll tell me when you want me to stop, right?’ I nodded and he maintained his pace. ‘You know I swap loads with guys all over the world, right? Do you want me to stop?’ I shook my head no and his pace picked up. ‘I love taking and sharing my seed with guys… and I’m carrying a charged load… do you want me to stop?’ I nodded no again, realizing that I was already lubed with his charged precum, so why stop now? My Hunk plowed me for a few more minutes, jack-hammering his thick cock into me. My mind reeled, knowing how risky it was to take a charged stranger’s load. I wondered what my boy would think if he could see me like this. Would it turn my boy on, or freak him out? The Hunk’s head shot back as he started cumming, firing his charged load into my hole, forcing it deeper and deeper with every thrust. He flung himself down onto me again, still filling my ass with his cock, sliding gently back and forth. He groaned, pawing his big hands through my tousled hair, ‘That’ll be £100-, please…’ I reached over to the bedside table and pulled out a crisp new note. He took it, and pulled out, leaving a squelching plop noise and my gaping well-fucked, well-bred sticky ass. He dressed and left quickly. I called my boy and told him I’d just had a massage, leaving out the detail that my ass was full to the brim with charged seed. My boy was at the airport getting ready to board the plane to London. He thought that a massage sounded fun, and asked if I could book him the same guy for tomorrow. Fuck, what was I going to tell him, I wondered, as I fell asleep. My boy arrived the next morning, having slept soundly on the flight. He came to my hotel and unpacked a bit while I got ready for the day’s presentations at my conference. I told him that my masseur was unavailable, and we should try to find someone else for him, suggesting we ask at reception for a masseur, and I headed out. I got a message around lunch that he’d managed to get a recommendation from the concierge, and a masseur was coming over. I was glad he’d get a bit of relaxation in, and we made plans to go out on the town that night. A few hours later, I messaged him letting him know I’d be back soon. My boy replied that the masseur was nearly finished and they were having a great time. ‘He’s really sexy,’ the text read, ‘and really affordable. Only £50- plus more for extras…’ It dawned on me that the concierge had set my boy up with my charged Hunk. I then received a message from the Hunk asking ‘Do you want me to stop?’ I took a breath and replied ‘I’ll bring £100-. Don’t stop until you’re finished…’
    23 Points
  2. shinelover

    The Furnace Man's Surprise Visit

    ***This is a true account of some fun I had last week with one of my favorite guys. It was a long encounter, and as a writer I tend to 'write', so I'll post in several installments. I like details, sorry if it's too wordy, but that's my style.*** THE FURNACE MAN'S SURPRISE VISIT Well, lucky me. I had to spend some time outside a few days ago shoveling snow. Doesn’t sound like much fun, right? Not until I saw a familiar truck a few doors down the street. Could it be the same furnace repair stud with whom I had a couple of encounters last year? I took my time on the small driveway, hoping to see whoever was driving the company truck. It might have only just arrived before I went outside, because no matter how slow I worked, the driveway was clear and I was freezing. Just as I had my hand on the front door I heard the crunch of tires on packed snow coming to a stop behind me. I immediately felt my heart skip a beat and took my time turning around, wondering if it was just my imagination. Or wishful thinking. The truck door opened and the sexy repair man rushed up to meet me. From the smile on his face, I guess he was happy to see me, too. “Been a while,” he said, a little apprehensively. He is a ‘straight-boy’ so I wondered if I should mess with him a little and start screaming something like 'Seven months I haven’t heard from you! You find some other bitch to pump? Don’t play with my emotions, I’m not your sex toy'! But I didn’t want to scare the poor guy off, so I held that all in and giggled a little to myself. “It has been a while,” I simply said. “Are you busy?” “I was just heading in to warm up,” I said, turning back and opening the door. “Want to join me?” I asked over my shoulder. He was already right behind me and I could feel the bulge in his pants against my ass. Fuck, he was horny as hell -this was going to be good. What surprised me this time is that when I turned around to face him, he was right there. He took hold of my head and kissed me. I almost came in my pants just from the surprise of being kissed as he hadn’t kissed me once in either of our other fuck sessions, and I didn’t want to push my luck and lose out so I never before made a move to kiss him. It was a great kiss, too. A bit frenzied with that sort of urgency that comes from being horny and needing it. And at that point, we were both needing it bad. I did have to slow things down since this was unanticipated. I set him up in the living room with a beer and ran upstairs to clean out. I didn’t worry about a shower because I figured I can always drag him in there with me if need be. By the time I was done, he was finishing his beer. I wasn’t sure if leaving him alone down there he might change his mind or get nervous about what we were about to do, but he only looked happy to see me. Really happy to see me. I’m not sure the bulge in his pants ever went down. Our eyes locked when I entered the room and I couldn’t think of much to say other than, “Let’s fuck,” which only made him smile even wider. He was right with me as we raced upstairs to the bedroom. I yanked off the robe I had thrown on, and he pushed me down to the bed, face first, and shocked the hell out of me when I felt his tongue at my ass. Hmm, maybe he’s not so ‘straight-boy’ anymore. He didn’t do it for long, but enough to get my hole wet and aching for stuffing. I moaned at what he was doing, and I’m sure he took that as a sign that I needed his cock. He quickly pulled his clothing off, knelt behind me, lining his cock up to my hole. I had shoved a little coconut oil up inside just in case he was in too big a rush to get enough precum going to use as lube, so he slid into me quite easily. My ass slowly swallowed his cock up right to the balls. His cock wasn't huge, average I guess, but as he bottomed-out I remembered how his cock had fit me so well. Enough to feel good and filled with dick, but not big enough to hurt or cause discomfort. Just the right size to fuck. Good and hard. And that’s exactly what he did. He pounded me hard, his hips smacking into my naked quivering butt cheeks loudly with every impact. Damn, I’d missed this feeling. His dick was just the right size and shape that he could nail me as hard as he wanted, and it only felt good. I grunted nearly every time he hit bottom, but not out of pain, but rather out of sheer ecstasy. I knew this wasn’t going to last long, but I had gotten two loads from him on our first couple of encounters so a quick start was fine by me. Plus it’s just extra lube for the second fuck, and within minutes he was there. “Aw, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he growled. “You want it in you?” “Give it to me!” I yelled. “Breed me!” He lay his entire body down on me and humped a couple more times, growling into my left ear and panting hard, as I finally felt his dick throbbing and filling my guts with his seed. I could actually feel the wetness spread inside my ass. Fuck it felt good. When his breathing calmed, he slowly slid to the side off of me, easing his semi-hard cock out of my ass, and just lay there looking at me. I was glad he didn’t seem in a hurry to take off. “That felt awesome,” I told him, taking a chance and giving him a quick kiss on the mouth. He responded by putting his hand on the back of my head and holding me there longer, to feed me his tongue as well. I thought this guy was hot before, but this time he was off the fucking charts to me. When our mouths and tongues parted, I eased back and just looked. “You look surprised,” he laughed. “I am. I just didn’t expect you to kiss me, and not like that,” I added, unable to hide my satisfied grin. “A lot has changed since I saw you last time. For one, I broke up with my girlfriend. Haven’t seen anyone since.” “Why did you break up?” It really was none of my business, but I had to know if it had anything to do with me. “Even a couple of months after we fucked last time, whenever I was with her it just didn’t feel good. And all I kept thinking about was you. Not ‘you’ you, but you as a guy. Sex is definitely better with guys. I don’t know if that makes me gay or what.” “Does it matter?” “Not anymore. I decided that I’m just going to do what feels good to me. And when I saw you outside today, I just knew I had to see you. I hope you don’t mind. I thought about calling you a few times but it seemed weird.” “Weird, why?” “I don’t know. I hadn’t called, and then I just call out of the blue and want to fuck. I wouldn’t seem like a very good guy.” Doesn’t that beat all -he actually is a decent guy. “Oh, you’re very good,” I teased, reaching down and giving his still-semi-hard cock a tug. “Besides, guys call other guys to fuck all the time. It doesn’t have to mean any more than that.” Now he was the one who looked surprised. “Really?” And his cock instantly grew to full throbbing length in my hand. “Yes, really,” I told him, slowly stroking him, not to get him off, but just in a sort of relaxing way. “I figured something changed with you when you kissed me downstairs.” “I hope you don’t mind that. I just wanted to.” “I almost came in my pants,” I laughed. “It was better than I expected.” “I started looking at gay porn around the same time I ended things with her. Most things I watched turned me on, so I figured I was on to something right.” “So that’s where you learned about rimming?” I asked him, to which he just frowned. “When you licked my ass.” “Oh, yeah, I saw a lot of that in the porn and it seemed like something the guys liked-” “Well I sure did. And it made me a little more desperate to get you inside me.” He smiled at that, and I felt his cock throb in my hand. “How much downtime do you need in between?” he asked. “I can keep going, so it’s up to you. I’ll take whatever you can give me.” He climbed back on top of me, saying, “Well, we might be here a while, then. Hope you don’t have any plans tonight.” With that, I felt his hard dick slide back into my cummy hole. More to come . . .
    14 Points
  3. I still have to learn more about this site and how better to make my profile more noticeable but I just wanted to write that I love meeting and chatting with you guys. I finally feel like I belong and am part of a community that is so important. I wish I had a bug chasing buddy that I could have talked with and shared experiences while we were both trying to convert and that is why I always reach out to negative bug chasers - not to sleep with them or convert them but to be someone supportive if they want or need. I have not cum in anyone since converting and after moths of thinking about gift giving, I decided that I want to have a close relationship just like I wanted with my maker. He gave me part of him to make me his and change my life in every way. He is one of the most important people in my life. I know that I will meet someone who will want to become my brother or my son and sharing everything with him will be one of the most important things I have ever done in my life. Thank you for following me, writing on my wall, sending messages, and making me feel like I have done exactly what I needed to do and that you agree with me when I know that my body needs to be marked and changed and infected in order to become who I have always wanted to be. Give a shout and talk soon!
    14 Points
  4. madeupnameforporn

    Shameless

    I went over to the house of my co-worker Danny. He had invited me to watch a show that we both enjoy. Almost as soon as I got there Danny, his boyfriend Mark, and I started drinking and laughing. We watched the show then headed out back to their hot tub. The three of us stripped down and got into the water, and not surprisingly our conversation quickly turned to sex and things we had done, wanted to do, would never do etc. Danny and Mark have been together for several years and have always been monogamous but had recently talked about opening things up but so far had not. Danny got up to get us some more drinks and Mark slid closer to me, quietly saying "Danny has a bad jealousy streak and that’s why we haven't had a three way, but we both like you, so are you interested?" Before I could formulate a reply he leaned in and kissed me for a minute then slid back over as Danny came back out with more drinks. A few more drinks and a few more stories and then Mark said he needed to cool off for a minute and sat on the side of the hot tub. His semi hard cock and balls suddenly at eye level which was very hot. But what was hotter was that he was shaved smooth and the bio-hazard tattoo he had above his cock and a bit over to the left. I slid closer and leaned in and rubbed the tattoo asking "How long have you been poz?" "About 21 years," he casually replied. As I rubbed the tattoo he flexed his cock which made it jerk in front of me. He stroked it a few times as I looked back at my co-worker Danny, lust very evident in his expression. Danny then moved over and joined us, stroking Mark's cock to full erection as we kissed. "Are you okay with playing with Mark, given he's poz?" Danny asked. "Absolutely," I replied. With that Danny pushed my head down onto Mark's cock, which, while it hadn't grown much longer, was damn thick. Danny and I took turns sucking Mark and then Danny said he wanted to suck us both so I stood up and he was like a kid in a candy store with 2 cocks to play with. He was going back and forth licking and sucking us as we kissed and told him how good he was doing. We dried off and went inside. Mark got on the bed and I crawled between his legs and sucked his thick, fat, poz cock some more. That bio-hazard tat right there making me crazy for that cock. Danny was behind me rimming my hole and sucking my cock. I was so focused on that poz cock I didn’t realize Danny had stopped until I felt the head of his cock pushing in my hole. He kept up steady pressure and sank all the way in and started fucking deep and hard. Mark got on his knees still feeding me his cock and leaned over me to kiss his boyfriend. Danny’s cock was average thickness but pretty fucking long and was hitting all the good spots inside me. He pulled out saying he didn’t want to cum yet and that he wanted to see Mark fuck me. Mark quickly got behind me and before I knew it he was forcing that thick, fat, poz cock into me. The whole scene was hot but knowing I had a bare poz cock fucking my hole while his boyfriend, my coworker, watched was a huge turn on. Danny crawled underneath me and we got into a 69 while Mark continued to use my ass. Danny could watch, close up, as his boyfriend fucked me and he would say things like “fuck him baby”, and “it’s so hot watching you take that poz cock.” They really got into poz talk while we were fucking and it was turning me on more and more. Mark would pull all the way out of me and slide his cock into Danny’s mouth and then back balls deep into me. Mark kept telling me to “take his poz cock” and that he was “going to breed my neg hole with his poz cum” all while fucking me harder and harder. Soon I was desperate for their loads and sucked Danny harder and soon had his cock shooting in my mouth and then he watched as his boyfriend pounded his poz load into my ass. I could feel his thick cock jerking deep inside as he unloaded that poz load into me. As we untangled they kissed as I licked Mark’s cock clean and I heard Mark ask Danny if he had enjoyed the experience, adding "I found it really hot watching you poz him up.” Fuck yeah, I could not agree more. We have played many times since that first time and we have all fucked each other but no matter what we do Mark always makes sure to shoot his poz load into me. In addition, Mark's bio-hazard tattoo is still a major turn on for me, and Danny and I have also become closer at work. More stories for another time if you want them.
    13 Points
  5. jbucktown

    Chaser - My Path

    Connor and I were inseparable. I always wanted to be with him and vice versa. I felt so safe with him. His love filled me up in a way that no one else's love and affection ever had. The best I could compare the feeling to was when you fall down and cry as a kid and know instinctively that your mother is the place to run for love and comfort. That is how I felt with Connor. It's no surprise then that we shared so much of our lives together. We talked about our life ambitions (mine to be a teacher and his to travel). We also shared the most intimate parts of ourselves - vulnerabilities, stories, fears, desires, dreams. Nothing was off limits. I told Connor about my sexual history and he told me about his. These stories always turned us on so that we were usually fucking before the story ended; only to finish the each story once my ass was full of his cum. Connor liked being dominant and I liked being submissive. We explored these things with each other as time passed. He started to wear leather harnesses and I became addicted to sexy jocks and underwear. He loved seeing my ass framed in a jock and I loved seeing his face when he saw my ass. Connor's desire for me in those moments was evident. We started to indulge our desires in other ways - public sex; sex in the public rooms at the bathhouse, sex in bathrooms, sex in the car, sex in alleys, sex while I was blindfolded, sex while I was tied to the bed, sex with porn, etc. We dabbled in club drugs: coke, mdma, g, and special k. We'd have sex on the drugs or a combination of the drugs; dance in the clubs while high; fuck at the bathhouse while high, etc. The drugs came and went, but as Connor and I got more serious the drugs faded in our routine. The summer between sophomore and junior years we both went home to our families. Being away from him for so long over the summer break was killing me. His parents were complaining about the phone bill because he called me so often and we spoke so long. We couldn't stand it anymore and we decided to go back to New Orleans for another sweltering summer. I told my family the next day when my aunt and uncle were over for a bbq. My aunt and uncle immediately said, "Go use the cabin for a few weeks. No one else is there this summer since we are tied up at work." That night I called Connor. We and my family decided to make it a vacation plus "meet the family" trip. Connor and I would stay at the cabin for two weeks and my family would come up for the last weekend. I was so excited to see Connor that I didn't even mind taking the bus all the way from Long Island to Cooperstown again. Connor was driving his car to the cabin. He was timing his arrival to match my bus. That way we could grab groceries and I wouldn't have to figure out my way to the cabin with my luggage. I got on the bus and could hardly contain my excitement. I hadn't jerked off in three days and during the rhythmic bus ride along the highway my mind wandered to the hot times I had at the cabin two summers prior. After the third or fourth stop; the bus driver announced that something was wrong with the bus leaving Kingston taking me to Cooperstown and we would need to travel to Albany. We could switch in Albany for a special bus which would run through Western New York. He also announced that we would be picking up a lot of extra passengers in Kingston to take them north to meet the Albany bus (clear off the seat next to you, etc). Just the mention of Albany got my dick hard. I started thinking about Steve and Lou and the bathhouse sex. I was in a trance with my hand lightly stroking my cock when we got to Kingston. I was staring out the window and felt a person drop dramatically into the seat next to me. I turned to look at my neighbor and I was entranced. This guy looked like a soccer jock, blonde hair, blue eyes, hot frame, big thighs; but it was painted over with "GAY". His hair also had streaks of purple and black, he wore earrings, very tight expensive clothing, and I could swear he had glitter residue on his skin. I said hello and as he responded his purse fell out of his mouth. He was a total queen. And a hot queen at that. As the bus began to roll out of Kingston, we fell into a good conversation. His name was Bryce. I was going to meet my boyfriend and he was escaping his asshole family. He had been caught fucking the recently graduated 18 year old star of the high school basketball team. I laughed at that. He said, "It wasn't hard to turn him out. The guy was so repressed and needed release that convincing him to get fucked was almost easier than it was to get him to give a blow job. I'd been fucking the guy for a month before his parents caught us. He had such a sweet ass." I was hard thinking about this queeny, ex soccer jock nailing the star basketball player. Bryce asked if I had any stories like that. In a hushed tone, I shared some of my past conquests. Responding in an equally subdued tone, Bryce asked if I was always a bottom. I admitted that I was. He told me more stories of guys he had "turned out." Preppy boys, closeted boys, guys with boyfriends and partners; they all gave it up their ass and turned all slutty when he got them turned on. He leaned in and said, "Guys like you. Feeling your ass wrapped around my cock would be awesome. Too bad we are on a crowded bus." I blushed and chuckled awkwardly. I said thanks and reminded him that I had a boyfriend. Bryce said, "That doesn't matter. I can see you are rock hard in those shorts." He slipped his hand between my legs and slid his hand up my thigh until it rested on my hard cock. I laughed awkwardly again and said, "Your stories are so hot. And I haven't cum in three days. I'm waiting to cum with my boyfriend, Connor." I said Connor's name to remind us both that Connor was real. Bryce removed his hand and we continued our hot conversation in hushed tones the rest of the journey to Albany. When we got to the Albany bus station, the driver told us that the bus west would be ready in about an hour. We needed to take out luggage and wait in the station. As Bryce and I got off the bus, I saw that the bus station was right near the used bookstore where Steve and I met Lou. Bryce grabbed his bag and I grabbed mine. When I turned around, I saw Bryce checking out my ass. He said, "Zach, your ass is amazing. I really want to fuck you." I got hard again. But tried to ignore his comments and rolled my eyes. I called Connor (he now had a cellphone) and let him know I was going to be late. He told me he'd wait for me. Bryce and I grabbed seats inside the station and he asked about Steve and Lou. I told him the story including the condom breaking with Lou. He reached down and grabbed his hard cock and said, "Look what you're doing to me. Did Lou cum inside you?" I nodded sheepishly. He asked if Steve wore condoms to fuck me. I said no. He leaned in as an older couple sat across from us and asked, "Were they the only two guys who fucked you that night?" I said, "No there were others." He said, "Zach, you are such a hot slut. Come with me I want to hear the rest of the story." We asked the couple to watch our bags and we made our way to a bathroom. Bryce and I leaned near each other and I told him the whole story of the Albany bathhouse: Steve; Lou and the condom; the wall with holes in it (which I now knew to be gloryholes) and the guys who fucked me through them. Bryce ran his hand along the outline of his cock. He turned to the mirror and said, "Zach, I'm so glad we met. You are totally making my leaving home today so much better." I turned to face him in the mirror and at that point someone came into the bathroom. The man used the urinal at the other wall and Bryce went up to the one urinal next to the sink where I was standing. He took out his hard cock, looked at it, looked at me in the mirror and watched me look down at his nice 8" fat cock. I was hard in my shorts and so turned on. Bryce's cock was so nice. We broke eye contact as the other guy washed his hands. As soon as he left the restroom, Bryce had his cock resting on my ass and was looking at me in the mirror. He said, "Over here." We went into a stall and I knew I was going to have sex with Bryce. I was so turned on. He got me in the stall and dropped his shorts and sat down. I grabbed his hard cock, dropped to my knees and started sucking his dick and licking the head. I was getting him wet the same way I get Connor wet. I took him into my throat and was loving it. Bryce said, "We've barely gotten in the stall and you are on your knees sucking cock. You must me very horny from all our talk." I moaned a yes from around his cock. I was sucking him really well and he was holding back his groans and moans. I thought, maybe if I just suck him off that won't be so bad. I put more effort into it. I started to feel precum in my mouth. I swallowed it down. I realized that my mouth was dripping so I stopped and took off my shirt. Bryce stroked his cock and watched me pull off my t-shirt. He said, "Stand up and turn around. Do you want me to fuck your pussy?" I turned around, dropped my shorts, stepped out of them, showing Bryce my jockstrap framed ass. I said, "Yes. Fuck me." Bryce leaned in and ate my ass. He got me just wet enough and then stood up and lined his cock up to my ass. He said, "You want my raw cock don't you?" I said, "Wait, Bryce. That's not safe. And I'd really be cheating on Connor then." Bryce said, "It feels so much better raw. Besides I don't have a condom so it's bareback or nothing. You really want to get fucked right?" I said, "Yes. You can fuck me. Just don't cum inside me, okay?" Bryce agreed and started sliding his cock inside me. After using dildos on my ass for weeks and Connor fucking me every day for months, my ass opened up fairly easily. I felt Bryce's cock in me and I lost though of everything else in the world. Bryce bottomed out inside my ass and started fucking me. I was just focused on the cock in my ass. Bryce was making noise, soft grunts, as he fucked me. My cock was rock hard and I went to jerk it as I normally would. Bryce put my hand back on the stall door and said not to jerk off. My cock was so hard and in need of attention. I bent over more so I could watch his cock slide in and out of my ass. I couldn't really see it but I caught a glimpse. I was thinking that as long as Bryce doesn't cum inside me, then I'll be fine. I started to focus again on how great his cock felt fucking me. We heard the announcement that the bus to Western New York was leaving in 10 minutes. It caught us by surprise. Next thing I know, Bryce is saying, "Oh fuck. I'm gonna cum." I didn't move to get off his cock because I usually take Connor's load when he says that. What happened next surprised me more than the fact that I didn't try to get off his cock. Bryce said, "You want my load, don't you?" As routine ever since dating Justin, I said, "Do it. Cum in my ass." Bryce slammed into me 2 more times, jammed his cock into my hole and exploded. Bryce and I silently cleaned up. When we were washing our hands, he looked at me and said, "Turning out boys is so much fun. You liked it didn't you?" I admitted that I did. Bryce and I didn't sit next to each other on the rest of the trip because once on the bus there were no open seats together. I saw him when I passed him on my way to the bus bathroom. I sat on the toilet and let his cum slip from my ass. Hopefully, Connor wouldn't notice. I realized then that Bryce hadn't let me cum. He had made me save my load for Connor. That was pretty cool. I smiled wryly to myself in the mirror. The last time I saw Bryce was when I got off the bus in Cooperstown. Connor and I were holding hands walking to his car and I noticed Bryce as the bus pulled away from the curb. He smiled at me.
    12 Points
  6. madeupnameforporn

    Shameless

    After that time at work Danny and I didn’t work the same shift for a few days. The three of us would talk on the phone or text but we didn’t get a chance to get together. They both told me that after the 3way with me that the sex between them had intensified and that they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. We all three wanted a repeat though and had agreed to meet up that weekend. In the mean time we would video chat and jack off for each other and once they set it up so that I could watch them fuck. Hearing them both say how they wanted my ass loaded up with Mark’s poz cock and cum kept me rock hard no matter how much I jacked off. I was barely in the door at their place that weekend when Mark had me pressed against the door kissing me like he meant business. Danny was on the couch watching us kiss, grope and grind against each other and when I looked over at him rubbing his crotch I just smiled. Soon we headed to their bedroom and Danny and I dropped to our knees and both worked over Mark’s big, fat cock. Each licking up a side and kissing over that fat head of his cock. We did this until Mark said he needed to fuck some hole. Danny and I both got on our hands and knees next to each other as Mark started licking and tonguing both of our holes. He was licking one and fingering the other getting us both ready for his big cock. I felt him stand and saw him line his cock up with his boyfriend’s hole. I turned my head and kissed Danny as Mark slid into him and started fucking him. I continued kissing Danny and soon felt Mark push the head of his cock into me. Fucking his boyfriend had gotten him warmed up and he was ready to fuck and he rammed into me with one deep thrust. My ass gripped his cock and I gasped as he started a rhythm of deep thrusts with his hips slapping my ass on each stroke. It was almost too much and my vision got blurry for a second but soon I was relaxing and accepting the pounding he was giving me. Mark alternated fucking each of us. Giving each of us several strokes and then pulling out and sinking into the other. The harder he used our holes the dirtier the poz talk got. He was saying how he loved that the both of us wanted his poz cock and how he loved breeding neg hole and how he hoped his poz load would convert me. How he wanted to own that part of me forever. All the while his thrusts got harder and his hands were pulling my hips back onto his cock forcing him deeper into me. I was begging for his load saying I would do anything but I needed that poz load, I needed him to convert me while Danny was urging him to load my neg hole up. Soon I felt him tense as his cock throbbed in my hole and I felt his load shooting deep into me. I leaned over and kissed Danny as Mark slowed his fucking and finally pulled out. He told Danny he wanted to watch him fuck his load into me and push his poz load deeper into me. Danny’s cock is longer but not as thick so the sensation was amazing. My whole body was tingling and Danny just started pounding away and soon gave me his load too. When Danny pulled out Mark pulled him into a kiss and pointed to his ass and raised his eyebrows asking if I wanted his boyfriends’ ass. I lined up sank in balls deep fucking my coworker quick and hard until I was depositing my load into him. When Danny got up to shower Mark and I kissed and touched and as I rubbed his biohazard tattoo he told me he wanted some time with me all to himself soon. That he wanted to learn every inch of my body and he wanted to swap as many loads with me as we could manage. He said that he could be rougher with me than he could with Danny and that he really liked that. We agreed to make that happen soon and then got up and headed into the shower with Danny.
    12 Points
  7. Poz·e·lyt·ize. /Poz(ə)ləˌtīz/. Convert or attempt to convert (someone) from HIV- to HIV+. E.g., GoodExercise wants to #pozelytize all of his lovers.
    12 Points
  8. My cousin's bf, cheated on my cousin with me. I gave the bf HIV and he gave it to my cousin. Revenge is a dish best served, RAW! --Injecting His Hole Full Of It!
    11 Points
  9. Last night I had one of the best flip fucking sessions in a VERY long time. I've had a weekend cabin north of Atlanta for about 6 years now. Pretty much always used to bring friends since there's not much to do here alone. I used to get on bbrt if I was here alone and use the GEO search, but closest guy would be 30+ miles away (and that's a straight line - prob an hour away). Well then I got back on Grindr a few months ago and I'm realizing I don't need bbrt anymore I'm just here every few weekends, but now I'm kinda loving these solo weekends - I've hooked up 4 times (one was even a 4way) and it's all been raw. First one was an older guy that wanted to suck my cock while I kicked back to porn, and he swallowed my load. Then he invited me back for the 4 way with two 20s guys. Older guy told one of them to slide it into the other, then I fucked and bred the beefy bottom boy, then the host fucked and bred him....no real discussion, just happened. 3rd time was a closeted 21 yo with a blank black profile at the college next town over. Sexy tall big dicked kid - said he wanted to suck my cock. Had some bareback daddy/boy porn playing when he showed up - I was totally naked already. He walked in, made out, dropped to his knees, then I reciprocated, deep throating his cock, grabbing his solid ass. Stood up making out, slid my finger to his hole, but he told me he wasn't ready. Made out a little more, then he asked if I wanted him to fuck me - his cock was standing straight up. I really wasn't ready for that either, but decided to go for it. He just grabbed some lube off the coffee table for his cock, my hole still dry, ass up on the couch, slowly pushed in till he had me open - - it wasn't long before he started breathing heavy - I was already totally hard and not touching myself so I wouldn't cum first. Once he started nutting, I grabbed my cock and jacked my load on the couch at the exact same time...gotta love those blowjobs that end with an ass load of 21 yo seed Yesterday, this sexy guy I chatted before (profile sounds a little more dating oriented) and says he's vers, std free, but hiv status blank sent some pics of hot body, perky small bubble ass and nice big fat cock. He then tells me he's more bottom - told him that's ok, but I knew I wanted that dick in me too, so we'd see. I realized I needed to tell him it's gotta be raw if he wants me to keep a hardon, when all of a sudden he replies back - bare cool? I answered back saying - YES, always! He said perfect! An hour later, both douched, I answered my door wearing Nasty Pig briefs and a hardon, group bb porn on the big screen. Had beers and talked about 3-4 mins, he commented he liked my underwear, then I stood in front of him sitting on my couch and let my dick out. Swapped head, rimming, making out (I KNEW I was getting that FAT cock in me too - he was hard as a rock). We flip fucked back and forth, each topping the other at least 10 times till he was too close and said he needed to cum. I told him he can fuck me to cum even after I cum first, but he wanted to cum with me fucking him, so I planted him on all fours - had a feeling it was gonna be quick at that point,and it was. Less than a minute later he was unloading on my bedspread with his hole automatically milking the juice out of my dick - gave him a balls-deep load. I don't often find guys that good at flip fucking, both of us hard as a rock getting fucked, switching places when the top gets too close, both staying on the edge of cumming back and forth - felt so good as top and bottom, kind of wanted it to never end - felt so fucking satisfied - can't wait for next time, and told him I'd let him know next time I'm back up solo All these guys up here have been local country guys - so far no mention of condoms or status - just that one "bare cool"? surprising but welcome to me! Kind of have some projects I should do, but damn I wanna get back on grindr and see what I can find today - and I probably will lol
    10 Points
  10. k from MAL with a sore dick & hole. I had a fantastic time. In a few weeks I might become a new father to 2 new converts to the brotherhood.
    10 Points
  11. ohvisit

    Bred through adult bookstore gloryhole

    Last night I posted an ad on CL looking for tops to breed me through one of the gloryholes at the local adult bookstore. About an hour after posting, a recently divorced man in his early 40s replied with a pic of his cock. It didn't look that impressive, but what the hell, I could check out the arcade anyway even if this one doesn't work out. When I walked into the arcade, there were only two guys. One was clearly over 60, and the other guy was a tall, beefy dark-haired guy that fit the description of the guy who had responded to my CL ad. I went into a booth with a larger gloryhole, and he went into the other booth. In less than a minute after entering, he pushed a super thick 8" cock through the hole. I couldn't believe how impressive his cock was. I attempted to suck his cock, but after five minutes, my mouth couldn't handle the girth. Spitting on my fingers a couple of times, I lubed up my ass as best I could. Had I anticipated his cock would be this big, I would have brought some lube. Before I slid my ass down on that cock, I took three long hits of poppers. He pulled his cock back through the hole just as I was positioned my ass over it. I grabbed his cock and lined up his cockhead with my ass. He pushed hard and the entire eight inches slid up my hole. I felt his balls smack against my ass. I had to concentrate hard to not scream. He didn't give me any time to adjust to the pain of that huge cock. In and out, he pulled out and slammed in forcefully. This man had stamina. After what must have been 10 minutes of piston fucking my ass, he slammed in hard and held it there for 5 minutes, churning his cock slowly in my ass. Maybe he had cum? Then he started piston fucking me again. This went on for another 10 minutes. My hole was getting dry by this point and the hard fucking started to hurt. Suddenly he pushed in and held his cock deep in my ass. He stood without moving for a few minutes, and then I felt his cock grow in my ass and twitch. I could feel him cumming. He pulled out slowly. I pushed a finger up my ass and felt his huge load. I went into a private booth so I could push out his load. On the first attempt, out squirted a palm full of cum, which I lapped up eagerly. I repeated this two more times, jerking myself off with the final wad of cum from my ass.
    9 Points
  12. madeupnameforporn

    Shameless

    After that first time with Danny and Mark we talked, mostly thru texts, over the next few days saying how much we liked it and wanted a repeat. It was a week or so later when Danny and I were assigned the same area at work that we got to talk face to face about it. He told me how much he had wanted a three-way, but when several of the guys had been quite rude, particularly when they found out Mark was poz. "I have absolutely no problem with his being poz," I replied. "Yeah, I figured as much when you started rubbing Mark’s biohazard tattoo," Danny noted, adding "I figured we would have some real fun." Later in the shift he went to an empty room to call Mark and as I walked by he waved at me to come in the room. As soon as I was in the door he closed it and handed me the phone and said talk to Mark for a minute and then he slid to his knees and untied my scrub pants and freed my cock which he promptly started sucking. I moaned and Mark asked me how it felt and said he had told his boyfriend he wanted to hear him sucking me off. As Mark was talking dirty in my ear Danny was alternately licking my balls and sucking my cock with fast, deep strokes. His attentions felt amazing: one minute I had been walking down the hallway, and the next my cock was buried in my coworker's throat as I spoke on the telephone with his boyfriend. Talk about perverse. As Danny kept sucking me Mark told me how much he enjoyed fucking me and that I was the first guy in several years he had fucked other than his boyfriend and that he wanted to do it again. I moaned softly as he told me how turned on it got him that I wanted his poz cock and load. He asked if I wanted him to infect me, to breed my neg hole with his poz load until he made me poz too and I just moaned as Danny really started sucking like he was on a mission. Soon I was forcing Danny all the way down on my cock and shooting my load down his throat as Mark continued to dirty poz talk with me. My whole body was tingling as Danny stood up and kissed me swapping part of my load back and forth between us. Mark told me to give the phone back to Danny and return the favor. I gave him the phone and pulled out his cock and wasted no time sucking his long cock into my mouth. I grabbed his balls and pulled down just a bit as I took him in my mouth quickly. In no time he was shooting his load into me and we both were out of breath. I stood up and Danny angled the phone so we could both hear Mark who said next time it would be his turn and how he was going to load my neg ass and mouth up with as many poz loads as he could. I was already looking forward to it.
    9 Points
  13. madeupnameforporn

    Shameless

    Shameless I dated Scott for several years way back when. Looking back now I can see he was an absolute train wreck but he was good at sex and for awhile that was enough. His lips also felt amazing when he swallowed my cock. His usual practice was to popper up and suck and lick my cock as he fingered my hole, segueing to eating my ass, then to use toys on my hole to open me up, and when he determined I was ready, he would align his cock with my hole and sink in balls deep in one long push. He never lasted long but tended to stay hard after shooting, and would go back and forth in using toys and fucking my hole. It was absolutely amazing. Scott was also poz, and the first time I sat down on his bare cock and watched his face as he pumped up into me and eventually flooded my ass with his poz load, well what can I say? I was hooked. His was the first knowingly poz load I ever took. Back then, as now, I was 100% vers but he would only top me, so we would get into three-ways and groups if only so I could at least occasionally get to fuck some ass. Of course he always fucked the other guys, usually fucking them first, loading up several of the asses, so I could slide in afterwards, Scott's poz load the only lube. Without exception, I found the sight of Scott fucking another guy to be an incredible turn-on, and even if he wasn't supportive of the idea that I should be allowed to get fucked by the other guys, and he actively tried to distract me when I tried to get another guy to slip his cock into my ass. Naturally this led to more than some hard feelings. In the final review, we worked our way through quite a few tops and bottoms, but seldom did I get fucked. One Halloween we went to a bar and met another couple. One was dressed like Superman and soon we all headed back to their place. They were a poz/neg couple like we were but they wouldn’t say which was which. We got naked and sat in the hot tub kissing and sucking and then took it inside. The older member of the other couple was kissing Scott and I was playing with the one who had been dressed as Superman. He fingered my hole and felt the load my guy had put in me before we left home and he whispered in my ear that he wanted to fuck me and I was all for it. I glanced over at Scott who was deep in a 69 with the other guy. Before I knew it my legs were on Superman's shoulders and was sliding into my ass. We had all been drinking and partying and his fuck was not exactly gentle. He pounded into my hole with deep long strokes which quickly got the attention of the other two. I expected my guy to be upset but he actually encouraged them to both fuck me. And fuck me they did. All three of them took turns keeping my holes full of cock. It was one of the best nights of fucking I have ever had. All three fucked loads deep into me. Afterwards we talked for a bit and then Scott and Superman fell asleep. The older of the other couple and I went out to the hot tub and he sank his average length but extremely thick cock back into my well fucked hole and kissed me as he took his time this go round. He told he was the poz one as he fucked another load into me. He fingered my hole and feed me part of the loads that had been fucked into me and kissed me again and again. We left not long after and Scott told me how he had wanted to fuck Superman and even though he didn’t how turned on he had gotten sharing me with that other couple. When we got home he fucked me again—hard, rough, and quick. My mouth and ass sore but extremely satisfied.
    8 Points
  14. jbucktown

    Chaser - My Path

    Seeing Connor was like seeing joy. My eyes were searching for him as the bus pulled up to the curb. I saw him in his shorts and a tank top leaning on his car, his hair had grown out a bit and it blew as a truck drove by. I looked again for him as I got off the bus, but he wasn't standing in the same place. I looked around in confusion with a tinge of fear (did he leave?) and then our eyes locked. I couldn't see his whole face yet, but I saw his eyes. Excitement, love, lust, hope was in those eyes - pure joy. I got off the bus and we hugged and exchanged a brief kiss. I grabbed my bag and Connor took my other hand. Since we were holding hands it took us a couple trips to the car to get all my stuff. I couldn't let go. Neither could he. As we were grabbing my final bag, the bus pulled away. I saw Bryce sitting on the bus watching Connor and I. I felt some guilt about cheating on Connor, but that passed quickly. Connor and I got groceries, called my family, and went to the cabin. As soon as we were in the door, I dropped to my knees, pulled Connor's shorts and briefs down and took his cock in my mouth. Leaning against the wall, right next to open side door, I took his semi hard dick and made it a solid pipe. I stood up and pushed my shorts down. I turned around, showing Connor my jock clad ass and used perspiration and spit to get his amazing cock inside me. I fucked myself on his cock as he leaned against the wall. My own cock was rock hard and fell out of the side of my jock. After a few minutes of me fucking myself on his cock, Connor pushed me onto my hands and knees and pushed his cock back inside me. He said, "Your ass feels amazing. But, I'm in charge. You do it how I want it." He pushed my head into the floor and started taking his cock out and shoving it back inside. He did this same thing over and over. Connor called it remaking my pussy. When he said those words the first time as he jammed his cock inside me, my cock exploded all over the floor. Connor didn't stop. He kept fucking me. Shortly after I'd cum, Connor changed strokes and started fucking me fast with shorter strokes. His cock never leaving my ass. I was groaning. This fuck was so hot I could barely catch my breath. In less than five minutes of changing his fuck strokes, Connor yelled that he was cumming in my ass. I felt him cum. It was a fucking huge load. He must've saved that load for days. We collapsed on the floor, both still wearing our shirts and sneakers; me in a jockstrap and him naked from the waist down. We were a sweaty mess. We kissed. After we got settled in the cabin and I showed him around, Connor and I fucked again. And then we fucked again. Then we ate. Then we fucked again. For the next two days our routine was: wake up, run, fuck while sweaty, make breakfast, fuck, fuck, cuddle, fuck, fuck, cuddle, make dinner, and fuck until we slept. On the fourth day, we decided to venture into Cooperstown and saw the Baseball Hall of Fame and had lunch. Connor and I stopped and looked at a map of the area which showed Riddell Park. Connor smiled at me and asked, "Is that the place where you sucked all those guys off?" I nodded. He said, "Let's go there tomorrow." I smiled and said, "Fuck yes." Tomorrow came and it started the same way (run, fuck, breakfast). We packed a bag, took water, sun tan lotion and hats and went to Riddell Park. We parked the old pick up right near the bathrooms, like I had previously. I was excited and sexually turned on remembering this place and the cocks I sucked here. I remembered the excitement of "cruising" here for the first time. I started to get hard. Connor said, "Let's go for a hike." We took the southern trail because I remembered it being longer and more private with fewer hikers. At one point there was a good overlook of the area. We stopped to drink water and look out on nature. Connor walked forward off the path and down into an area that was almost below the path. He motioned for me to follow him and I did. I realized that no one could see us here unless they were standing immediately above us on the path or below us down the hill. Connor, looking at the view, said, "Strip bitch. I'm going to fuck your ass while I look at this view." I was about to protest but instead I took off all my clothes, except my sneakers. Connor bent me over and ate my ass. He told me to suck his cock and get it wet. I did. After a few minutes, he brought me up to kiss me. It was a really romantic kiss and it was a great make out session. It was like the first time again. We were holding back fucking until we were too worked up to do anything but fuck. I was being held against the earth and stone of the cliff/hill. Either my back or my chest was always against it as we made out. I must've been getting so dirty and scratched, but I didn't notice. Connor stopped our make out and told me how much he loved me. I kissed him and we made out again. His cock was pushing into my pelvis and I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed him back a bit, bent over and took his cock in my mouth. I had to taste him again. Connor said he was close and told me to stop. He grabbed the sun tan lotion, put some in his hand and said, "I'm going to fuck you using this as lube." I turned around, facing the gorgeous view of nature. First Connor slid his fingers covered in lotion and then his cock into my ass. Neither of us lasted long, with him cumming in my ass; and me begging for his load as he jerked my cock. We held each other curled on top of our pile of clothes. Connor and I were quiet a long time and lay there holding each other. I almost fell asleep. Instead, Connor asked me about the guys from the park. I told him the story of the guy who almost fucked me but couldn't get hard. He said, "You are such a bottom slut that you must've been gagging for a cock in your ass." I told him all the things the guy had said. I told him about how the guy made me admit I would've taken him bareback. Connor said, "Duh!" and slapped my ass. I told Connor how I drove to the other park. I told him how excited and horny I was to go to the "college guy park." We both laughed. I told him about Tom and our fuck in the trees. Connor asked, "Did he fuck you bareback?" I shyly admitted that he did. I felt Connor's cock start to grow behind me as he asked for more details of the Tom fuck. Connor began to finger me and then slid his hard cock in my ass. He fucked me lovingly like this for about ten minutes. I was stroking my cock and was so hard. His cock was massaging my prostate. I was panting in lust. Connor asked, "Would you let Tom fuck you right now?" Without thinking, I said yes. Connor asked if Tom was hot. He made me tell him how Tom looked. He told me to imagine it was Tom's cock inside me. I got really into the role play. I was imaging that it was Tom fucking me bareback. I was imaging that Tom's cock was leaking precum inside my ass. I started moaning loudly. I said I was going to cum. Connor said, "Beg Tom for his load." I stroked my cock a few more times and as I was cumming said, "Fuck me Tom. Cum in me. Give me your load." Connor jammed his cock in my ass again and exploded inside me. Right then I knew something changed in our relationship. That we had opened another sexual door and walked through it together. We rested for a bit, cleaned up and walked back to the pick up. As we were walking, two really hot guys passed us. The one dude had no shirt on and was a hot motherfucker. He had muscles and like 0% body fat. Connor was in amazing shape, but this dude was like an Olympian. I noticed his tattoo. It was three circles on top of a fourth. Damn that tattoo looked familiar, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen it previously. I remember saying to Connor, "He looks like an Olympian but he's not smart enough to get five circles for the Olympic logo. Duh." Connor laughed. Then he said, "Zach, baby, that's a biohazard symbol. On gay guys it usually means they have HIV. He's probably positive." As soon as he explained the tattoo, I remembered where I'd seen the tattoo previously. Bryce had one. The rest of the trip was a blur or fear and paranoia. I was so scared of giving HIV to Connor. I was so scared that I had HIV. I didn't know what to do - not like there are free clinics in Cooperstown. I didn't truly relax until almost a month later when I got tested, got the immediate result and then the official result. I was HIV negative. I hadn't put Connor at risk. Although, maybe I had since I took at least 50-60 of his loads in my ass or mouth since I saw that tattoo in Riddell Park.
    8 Points
  15. One of my facebook friends is setting me up with a 72yr old AIDS top. He's seen my pics but I haven't seen him, but I've agreed anyway!
    8 Points
  16. Gymguy8

    Unprepared For Stealthing

    3. Seth If I thought Thursday had dragged by slowly, Friday was positively glacial by comparison. My lab section seemed years long. Lunch was a century, and my afternoon study group was a millenium. Even though I had fucked Mick earlier in the day, I was still uncontrollably horny. It took all the self-restraint I could muster to not disappear into one of the cruisy restrooms in the library and get off. Finally, endlessly, all of my obligations were over. I raced back to the dorm, cleaned up and showered, and put a few things into a backpack. All I bothered with was the bottle of pills, a toothbrush, and two pairs each of socks, underwear, and t-shirts. From my texts with Jon, I knew I wasn't going to need a lot of clothing for the weekend. I pulled on a jockstrap and a pair of shorts, found a t-shirt, and headed out the door. It was exactly 4:30. As I began the walk to the engineering campus, Jon texted me. "On your way?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. It was a short walk across the quad. Jon's office was in the new computer science building. I hadn't had any need to go there before. I was confused by the unfamiliar layout. But, I re-gained my bearings and found his office a few minutes before 5:00PM. His office door was closed. I stood there for a full minute, too terrified to knock. Going raw had been my most reliable jerk-off fantasy for years. Nothing between me and my partner. No rubbers. No protection. Now it was time to take these fantasies and make them realities and I was hesitant. No, not hesitant. I was terrified. From my encounter with Mick, I knew there was going to be no return to the status quo. Once I had been fucked bareback, rubbers were never going to be an option. After the eon of waiting and hesitating, I finally raised my hand and knocked on the door. It was such a tiny action, no more consequential than a single step. But it was choice. It was the first step on the rest of my life. There was a pause. It was terrifyingly long, but in retrospect, it barely a few seconds. Then, there was a response. "Yeah. Come in," a male voice said. It was masculine but not too deep. I hesitated again, mustered up my courage, and pushed open the door. The office was large and bright; sunlight was streaming through the windows. The man I knew was Jon Corelli was sprawled out on a couch, an iPad in his hand. As I stepped in, he jumped up and smiled. "Seth?" he asked. "Yeah. Jon?" "Yeah." He was staring at me, and suddenly I felt vulnerable. His eyes were a brilliant green and it seemed like I had no more secrets left. Nothing could protect me from him, not even the Truvada now coursing through my blood. "It's great to finally meet you," he continued. "Yeah," I stammered. "It is." He was a little shorter than I expected, his hair cropped closely, and a beard. He was stocky, with a defined body. But he wasn't a gym rat; I could tell he had better things than to spend every hour in the gym. "Come here," he said. I took another step forward. He reached out for my arm, and I let him take it. He pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around me. I tilted my head down, and gave him a kiss. His lips were warm against mine. I could feel my cock stirring. I wanted him naked. I wanted to be naked. I wanted to feel his cock inside of me. As we kissed, he grabbed my ass and squeezed it. The kiss was probably only a few seconds, but like the wait for his response, it seemed much longer. "What you expected?" he asked me. My cock throbbing and my ass was twitching. "Better," I said. "You?" "The same," Jon replied. "Wanna go to my place?" he asked. "Get the weekend started?" "Yeah," I said. He grabbed the iPad and packed it away. He put a few more papers in the bag, and then slung it over his shoulder. "I'm parked out back," Jon said. He motioned for me to go out first. He locked the door behind him, and pointed me towards a stairwell. As I walked down the stairs, I could tell he was watching me and examining my every move. I wondered if he was thinking the same thing I was thinking. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to feel his skin against my skin. "How was your day." "Long," I said. "I couldn't wait for this to happen." "Me either." I pushed open the door, back into the brilliant California sunshine. "There," Jon said. "The green one." In front of me was a racing green Jaguar, older than me or Jon. It suited him perfectly: impeccable, without being flashy. He unlocked it and leaned over to open my door. Inside, it was small, and I was suddenly aware of Jon's scent, a bit musky, a bit sweaty. I wanted to bury my face in it, and inhale it. "Let's go." He pulled out into traffic. I wanted him to accelerate, to speed into the dangerous and exciting future. But, unfortunately, Friday rush hour was not co-operating with the symbolism. Instead, we inched onto a slow-moving freeway as we headed towards downtown. "Can I ask a question?" "Go ahead," Jon said. "Anything you want." "How do you get it. You know." "HIV?" Jon asked. He pulled out a pair of sunglasses and put them on. It was harder to read him, without seeing his eyes. "Yeah." "Well," he said. He smiled "When a poz daddy and a neg son love each other very much, the poz daddy puts his raw cock into the neg son." "No, I know how that works," I cut him off. "Be serious. I meant you. How did you get it?" "JP did it. We didn't have prep then. There weren't many options for us, if we wanted to be fluid bonded." "When did you two start? Barebacking, I mean." "The first time, actually." He sighed for a moment. "He asked if he could put it in. Just for a second." "And you let him?" "Yeah. He said he would pull out." The traffic had eased up, and Jon smoothly accelerated. "In the heat, it was hard for me to say no to him. It still is hard for me to say no to him." "And? Did he?" "He did. He came on my stomach that first night." "The next time?" "I asked him to cum in me." "Were you scared?" "Of course. I was in love. That's even more terrifying than HIV." He was quiet, as we sped past an exit. "By the end of the first week, I knew I wouldn't ever use a condom again. From there, it was inevitable." Another pause, another mile towards his home. "I was poz by the end of the month." "Would you still do it? I mean, now that there is PrEP." Another silent mile, but it was not uncomfortable. He was thinking; choosing his words carefully. I stared out the window. "Yeah," Jon finally said. "I would. To be pregnant with JP's seed. To always carry a bit of his love for me. I would." Now it was my turn to be silent. My blood was filled with a drug that would keep me safe from men like Jon and JP. It would keep me alive. But would it let me really live? It would be another barrier, more invisible than a condom, but a barrier none the less. I'd never get to experience the bond they had, never get to live life to the fullest. For the first time, I began to have doubts about my choice to protect myself. Finally, I spoke. "How does it feel? To be poz?" "Like a loaded gun between my legs. And I get to share it." He pulled off the freeway, onto a busy street. "But other times it's scary. I can kill you by having sex." "But it's safe now. You're on TasP. I'm taking PrEP." "Yeah," he said. "It is." I shifted. My cock was hard, and I tried to adjust myself as discreetly as possible. "You turned on?" he asked me. "Yeah," I said, trying not to blush. "Thinking about your cock inside me." "Me too," he said. He reached down and undid his jeans. He pulled out his cock. It was even harder than mine was. "Feel it," he said. I paused for a moment, suddenly aware of all the cars around us, and how easy it would be for someone to see us. Jon noticed me hesitating. "Have you ever touched a poz cock before?" "No, not yet," I said. I was staring at his erect shaft. "Go ahead," Jon said. Then, softer, "Are you worried?" "No," I answered. I felt the drug starting to suffuse my body, building a suit of armor around me. "It's just..." I trailed off. "Just?" "So beautiful." Jon took one hand from the steering wheel and took my hand. He guided me to his dick. I wrapped my fingers around it. The skin was soft and warm, surrounding an iron core. It felt like a man should feel, solid and firm, but tender and caring. I caressed it, and found there was a bead of pre-cum at the tip. I ran my finger over it. It was wet and slippery. "Is it?" I asked. "Dangerous, I mean." "No. I'm on meds. There is barely any virus in my semen, much less in my pre-cum. You could taste it even without PrEP." I ran my finger over his piss slit once more, feeling as a bit more dribbled out. Not that I needed it, but he had given me the permission I needed. I let go of his dick, and brought my finger tips to my lips. I licked them clean. "How does it taste?" "Like a man should. Salty. Musky." He laughed. "You'll get plenty more of it this weekend. Now. I showed you mine. You show me yours." "Here? In traffic? What if someone sees?" "Then they will see a hot young man, showing off his hard cock. And maybe learn to mind their own business." I fumbled with my shorts. I had been hard from the moment I knocked on Jon's office door, and it was not easy to untangle the layers of fabric to get to my erection. Jon was taking quick glances, staring as long as he felt safe as he drove along the crowded street. Finally, I freed my cock, and it stood up straight, saluting the man I had jerked off to so many times. "Damn," he said. "It's bigger in person." "You think?" I saw it every day, and it seemed painfully average to me. Jon reached across and grabbed it. His hand was warm. He seemed to know exactly how to touch me, and for moment, I thought I was going to cum. "It's perfect. We are going to have fun with it." He brushed his fingertips against my cockhead, getting a bit of my precum. I watched as he licked it off, wanting his lips against mine, wanting his mouth on my cock, and if, just maybe, feeling his tongue flick against my asshole. Jon had told me how much he loved rimming, and was surprised no one had ever done it to me before. "Damn," he said. "Now I'm really hungry." He licked his finger again. "Fuck," he muttered as he downshifted in anticipation of a red light ahead of us. "I wanna be naked in bed with you now." "I know," I said. As we pulled to a stop, I reached out and grabbed his cock again. "I want this inside me." "Me too. Nothing between us." "Skin on skin." We were reaching downtown, and the buildings were getting higher and higher around us, as the traffic got worse. At the next stop light, a bus pulled up beside me. He smiled at me, and grabbed my cock again. "They are jealous," he said. I glanced up, trying not to blush. But the riders were in their own world, oblivious to the sexually charged atmosphere right next to them. "How much further?" "Almost there," he said. He let go of my dick, and forced his cock back into his jeans. "They might not have noticed, but the guard at the parking garage will notice." I followed his lead, struggling to get my shaft into my shorts. I managed to zip up just as he pulled into a driveway and we descended into the depths of a tall, mirrored skyscraper. "Good evening," he said, flashing a pass card at a guard. The gate raised, and he drove into the garage. He quickly found his spot, and we grabbed our bags before heading to the elevator. In the elevator, he swiped his passcard again, and pressed 54 on the pad. As the doors closed, he pushed me up against the wall and pressed his body against mine. His lips met mine and we kissed. It was electric, getting so close to what we had talked about for so long. The elevator's rapid acceleration pressed us closer together as our tongues probed each other's mouths. "I've been wanting that the entire drive home," Jon said. "Me too." The elevator's ascent slowed, and the doors opened. I was expecting a hallway, but when I saw the stand of shoes and a table with a stack of mail, I realized that we were already in his apartment. He must have noticed my surprise. "I did very well in a start-up. And Jean-Paul is a corporate lawyer." Then, more loudly, "we're home," "In the kitchen," a deep, male voice replied. I was suddenly nervous. I knew that the weekend was going to be all of us, Jon, Jean-Paul, cal, and myself. But I only knew Jon. "Jean-Paul," Jon said, "Cal is going to be home later." He dropped his bag, and kicked off his shoes. "We can get it later," he said, motioning me to leave my bag and shoes with his. I did so, and followed him towards the kitchen. It was large, with modern, stainless steel appliances and granite counters. It looked like a photo from a magazine. In the middle, leaning against a counter was Jean-Paul. He was a little taller than me, maybe 6'2", with an angular face, and salt and pepper hair with a goatee. He was shirtless, his broad and muscular chest covered in the same dark hair flecked with grey. I followed it down across a flat stomach, and it disappeared into a pair of sweats. I thought I could see the outline of his cock behind the dark red fabric. "Hey," Jon said. He stood on his toes and kissed JP. "This is Seth," he said. He turned to me. "This is my husband, Jean-Paul." "Please, call me JP," he said as he straightened up. He put something down on the counter; it was a pipe. The bowl was stuffed full of dark green weed. I held out my hand, and he laughed, grabbing me and pulling me close. "I've heard so much about you," he said, his breath hot against my skin. "And you're even better in person." He pressed his body against mine, and I could feel his thick cock press against my thigh. When he released his muscular arms from around me, he stepped back. "So," he said. "Are we what you expected?" "Hell yeah," I said. I hoped I didn't sound too eager. "Great," Jon said. "Want to get comfortable?" "You want?" JP asked, holding out the pipe and a lighter. "I mean, if you do." "Yeah, of course," I said. I took them and did a hit. "Beer?" Jon asked. "Yeah," JP said, "you?" I nodded, my lungs still full of the acrid smoke. Jon disappeared out one of the doors, leaving the two of us alone. "You?" I asked, exhaling a thick cloud. "Yeah," JP said. He took the pipe from me and did a hit. He pulled me back, and pressed his mouth against mine. He shot gunned it into my lungs. "You sure you're OK?" "Yeah," I said. "You're hot. Really hot." "So are you," he said. "This is going to be fun." He reached under my shirt and ran his hands over my smooth chest. "Not hairy like you," I said. "Sorry." "No. It's good." His hands found my nipples, and I fell silent as bolts of pleasure radiated out. "Starting without me?" Jon asked. I turned, and as I did, JP expertly pulled off my shirt. Jon was standing in the door, holding three cold beers in his hands. "You are welcome to join, but you're over dressed," JP said. Jon handed me a beer, then one to JP. He put his down on the counter, and stepped back. JP's arm was still wrapped around me, holding me close to his warm body. We watched as Jon pulled off his shirt, exposing his hairy chest. He undid his jeans, and let them drop to the floor. He was wearing a pair of dark blue underwear, his cock straining against the fabric. As he stepped towards me, he pushed down his underwear. His cock sprang free, sticking up and out. Even though I had played with it on the drive here, I couldn't help but stare at it again. I had dreamt of this cock nearly every night and jerked off thinking about it nearly every morning, and now all those dreams and fantasies were going to come true. "Now, who's overdressed?" Jon asked. "I think it's you," JP said. His breath hit my ear, and sent chills down my torso, landing right at my cock. It throbbed, wanting release from the clothes I was wearing and the load that was building up in my balls. JP let his hands drop down to my shorts and quickly unfastened the button and zipper. They fell to my ankles, leaving me in only the jockstrap. "That's nice," JP continued. "Easy access, huh?" "Now you're the odd one out," Jon said. "You think?" JP replied. He momentarily released me from his embrace and pushed me ever so slightly away from him. It was just enough for him to push down his sweat pants. Unlike me or Jon, he was wasn't wearing any underwear, and his cock sprang free. He stepped out of his sweats and kicked them to one side, before pulling me back against him. His skin was warm, and his touch calmed me down, but also drove me crazy. "Oh fuck," I moaned as JP slid his erect cock between my ass cheeks. I could feel the tip of his dick press against my hole, but before anything happened, JP adjusted his position and let his cock just nestle in my crack. "That feels good," I said. "I'm sure it does," Jon said. He was now just inches from me. He was close enough that I could feel the heat coming off of him, but was just far enough that not a single part of our bodies were touching. I wanted to feel him pressed against me. More than just that, I wanted to feel his dick inside of me. "Only one more piece of clothing to lose," he said. He reached out and grabbed my jockstrap, pulling it free of my engorged shaft and forcing it down. It fell to my ankles as well. I stepped out of my shorts and jock, and the three of us stood naked. Jon pressed his body against mine, and forced his tongue into my mouth. I was surprised at the action but was more than happy to let him enter me. His tongue probed my mouth and I knew this was just the first step in Jon's domination of my body. "Taste good?" JP asked. "Oh yeah. Sweet. Young. Innocent." On that last word, I thought JP's cock twitched. But it could have just been my imagination. Jon forced his body against me and his erect cock pressed against my shaft. With a man in front of me and behind me, I felt a bit vulnerable. If they wanted to do anything, there was no way I would be able to fight the two of them off. But I trusted them; we had talked many times through what I wanted, what Jon wanted, and what JP wanted. Our desires were completely compatible. Suddenly, Jon pulled his tongue out of my mouth, and stepped back. His cock was now resting on mine, both of them hard and aroused. "Skin on skin," Jon said. "Just the way you wanted it, no?" "Well. Yeah, I guess." It was a nice start, but I had imagined a lot more than just a bit of rubbing bodies against each other. I had done that in middle school and I was ready for something far more intense. "Yeah?" Jon asked. He reached down and wrapped his hands around both of our cocks. "That's what I want. Nothing between us." I stared at him, terrified that this would be all that I would get. "Isn't that what you want?" I nodded. I was trying not to get scared; I had built this weekend up in my mind, and it was rapidly turning into something totally different from what I had imagined. Jon continued. "You like that? This is how it's supposed to be. Skin against skin." I decided to go for broke. "Yeah. Now all you have to do is fuck me." "Is that what you want?" I nodded. Of course that was what I wanted. "Let's do it." Jon turned to JP, and focused on him. "Where did we put the condoms?" "The trash can?" JP replied, arching an eye brow. "Don't tease the boy. He's probably been looking forward to finally going raw for what?" JP turned to me. He scanned his brown eyes up and down my body. I felt so much more naked than I did just a few moments earlier. "For a few years, I think." I blushed. He had barely known me for five minutes, and he had managed to get at some of my deepest secrets. "You're right," Jon said, an air of amused detachment. "Don't worry, Seth," he said, returning his attention to me. "Only latex in this house is fetish wear." "We should put him in some," JP said. "Smooth, hairless, muscular boy like Seth?" He smiled, and I glanced down. His cock was obviously more erect than earlier. "So fucking hot." "I know what you like," Jon replied. He was stroking his own cock now. It was a thick, stiff, erect shaft and as he stood there, I could tell he was thinking about sliding it into my hole. More than just fucking me, he wanted to slide it in raw. He wanted to bareback me, and breed my hole. A week ago, it would have been the most scary thought ever. But now, it was a major turn-on. I didn't have to worry about the deadly virus that Jon and JP shared. All I had to focus on was the pleasure. "I think," Jon continued. My attention snapped back to the immediate reality, and away from the fantasy I had been spinning for myself. But, the immediate reality wasn't all that different from my fantasy: I was naked, surrounded by hot, horny men, eager to fuck me raw and breed my innocent hole. Not only were they going to be breeding me, their sperm was loaded with a deadly virus. But, I didn't have to worry. There was a small blue pill. Once a day, and it would protect me. "I think there's one more tease that Seth needs to experience." "Oh yeah. That he does," JP said. "You ever been rimmed?" Jon asked me. "Rimmed?" I asked. I had heard about it, but to my embarrassment, I still didn't know what the word actually meant. I had been too scared to look it up online. "We have our answer," JP said. "Right on," Jon said. I wasn't sure if it was to me or to JP. "Get up on the counter," he said.
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  17. Looking back on a productive weekend (having bred four boys, four different dates), already looking forward to the next. Threesome times two!
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  18. PART 6 - The Scorpion Sting: “WYD? U ready to get stung? Homeboy hung low, know how 2 use it. Bout dat pipe.” Darnell’s text said. “Venom on deck - dirty dick and nutt. Lemme know.” My ass spasmed, and the homeless guy moaned and shifted, liking the feeling of my guts trying to squeeze his 12-inch+ horse dick. That in itself was a fucking miracle - the fact that my ass and guts could move at all. It was 5:30 a.m., the day after my homeless gangbang and I hurt all over. My whole body was used, bruised, and abused and there was still a raunchy AIDs dick trying to find new depths in my ass. For a man who looked sick, wasted, and unhealthy, this fucker sure had stamina and the only time he unchained me during the night and let me off the bed was so I could piss. Otherwise I was restrained in one position or another with his dick bedded firmly inside. While he was not continuously rock hard, his dick was so big it was like a butt plug and didn’t slip out unless he wanted it to. “I don’t think I can today. I’m too sore and need to get to work,” I typed back, which was harder to do than you would think while being handcuffed. Homeless horse dick was fully awake now. He yanked on the chain that bound my feet, dragged me to the side of the bed and propped me on my hands and knees with a pillow under my stomach so my ass was up and out, waiting to be brutalized. I cried out as he started scratching at my puffy, swollen, ass ring as it gaped and spasmed. The phone pinged, “You a bitch and you don’t get a day off from me. Homie better be working that hole!” Darnell replied. I twisted my torso and said, “Here, the text’s for you.” Horse dick paused his efforts, wiped his nails on my back, took the phone, typed, the flash went off, picture was sent, the phone tossed on the mattress to my left and he said, “Told him I wanted to see that bright red for my toxic nutt to feed on. My balls have been working all night to build up this load. I’m in fucking love with that hole - can’t fucking tell you!” Yeah he loved me like a wolf loves a pork chop and my cries of “NO, PLEASE STOP!” were ignored as scabs were torn, wounds reopened, ass slayed, and guts pummeled while he focused on starting my day off with a rough breeding. When Darnell let himself into my condo just before 7:00 a.m., I was back on my stomach, my ass full of POZ nutt and his many other gifts, while my horse dick rapist rested. I moaned as he slid out, juice following to stain the crumpled sheet below me. He stood up and the profile view of his semi-hard dick stirred my lust and I instinctively tried wiggling my ass. Darnell noticed, smiled, put his cigarette out and told his friend, “Bro, make us a pot of coffee and see what there is for breakfast. While you do that, I got to dip my stick in that sloppy cunt and unload some piss.” Darnell - my AIDS MASTER - sat on the edge of the bed, took off his big stomper boots, stood up, took off his shirt and pants and I could smell his ripe dick. He had been freeballing and I don’t think ever washed, so his musk was like a scent from the deep forest - dark, animalistic, wild. My body shifted as Darnell stepped up onto the bed and stood straddle over my prone body. I waited then flinched as hot drops of piss splattered across my lower back, then shook my head as a steady stream wet my hair, my torso, and was guided side to side. “YOU’RE MY AID’S BITCH - MY WHITE WIFE - MY CUM SLUT TO WHORE AND BREED AND MARK. I TOLD YOU BEFORE TO NEVER TELL ME NO. YOU ARE MINE - YOUR BODY IS MINE - YOUR HOUSE IS MINE - YOUR LIFE IS MINE TO USE UP AS I WANT.” Having emptied his bladder, Darnell dropped down onto the bed beside me, rolled to his side, then onto my back. His monster BBC slid into my freshly nutted ass and as he stroked my hole and rubbed his piss into my sore and bruised skin he demanded, “BEG FOR YOUR DEATH - BEG FOR MY KILLA BUGS TO INFECT YOU - BEG FOR HOMIES’ VIRUS - BEG FOR ME TO COUNT OFF THOSE CELLS THAT ARE DYING OF DISEASE - THE PLAGUE - MY AIDS - BEG FOR ME TO OWN YOU LIKE NO ONE ELSE CAN.” It only took one, “Please MASTER,” from me before Darnell dug his nails into the skin of my shoulders and slammed his dick balls deep to spit out his morning AIDS babies. His legs squeezed in reflex, his balls contracted, and I took every drop. With his semi-hard dick still inside me, Darnell laid his head next to mine and spoke softly, “Our dark road has just begun and there is no going back now. I’m not going back in, won’t be locked up again, and you’re my future and I’m yours. You try to run, I will find you. You try to stop me and well - you can’t. But I know you want this as much as I do. I can tell each time I am inside you. Your body and soul open up, you have finally found peace - and your future - and both are with me.” He was right. I should have been fucking frightened and scared, but I wasn’t. Every twisted turn on this road excited me and I wanted to see where he would take us. Darnell shifted, kissed my cheek, and continued, “Here’s some new rules and the what’s what: I don’t want to fuck up your job, but this week you need to take the rest of it off as I got you lined up to serve some dirty dick and to POZ you and infect you up I want your body overwhelmed! I’m on work release now and not fucking that up either. I’ll be here every day as your ‘handyman’ and can actually do real shit too beyond rearranging the walls in your guts - or more like taking them down! Homie out there is pressed. He’ll be staying here with you from now on. I know you like that homeless horse dick you fuckin-freak and I get the fuck off knowing my slut’s being used and kept primed for me. You will be ready for me each morning when I arrive for my cum and piss and if a work day, then you will be on time, but when you get home I will be ready again. After I leave, homie will get his - and anyone else he brings in. This is DC’s newest homeless shelter now and you’re the bitch that is sponsoring his hustle. Some nights he might work out a deal for one or two dudes to crash here and if he wants to offer your pussy to them too you will take it. I’ll go over the rules with him again about no stealing and thieving, no drugs, no disrespectful crazy shit or drama. He’ll have to be here before I go each night so I can explain the rules to the street dudes. I had so many questions like what did he plan to do all day while I was at work? Could I trust him not to steal all my shit? How was I going to manage all this freakiness and work? What was the horse dick guy’s name? Out of all my questions the only answer I got from my AIDS MASTER was, “His fucking name don’t matter, but you can call him Sir or Daddy. None of the BBC - and it will be ONLY BBC that fuck you - none of their names matter as they are superior to you. Your name don’t matter either so you will bow, worship, sacrifice that ass, body and life to any superior black man that graces your fucking door. You will beg for their filth, disease, and to be used as the cum-lovin-slut-rape-dump that you are!” A few slaps on the ass as he got off the bed, Darnell helped me to the edge, then to stand up. I held out my cuffed wrists, which were chafed and raw, in silent pleas for him to take them off. He laughed, grabbed his pack of cigarettes, lit a smoke, and sauntered out into the living area. With my feet cuffed and chained I could not take a full step, just little housewife shuffle steps, and once I found my footing I followed. Sir had two cups of coffee on the table and was casually petting his dick while flipping through a magazine that had come in the mail. MASTER sat down and when I finally arrived between them I stopped and waited for my orders. Darnell just looked at me, while Sir said, “Whoa man. Smells like a trap house whore for sure. Fuck, that makes me horny!” Darnell said, “Ease off. The day’s young. Here. Because you made me so proud yesterday you can sit at the table with me. BUT - unless I say otherwise you will kneel at my feet, sit on the floor beside me like you already know where you belong.” I nodded, said, “Thank you MASTER,” and as my new roomie slid a cup of coffee my way nodded and said, “Thank you SIR.” He smiled, “Fuck, I like that.” My AIDS MASTER outlined for Sir the new arrangement and as thanks I swallowed his horse piss right there at the table. It didn’t mix well with coffee and there was not much on hand for breakfast, so MASTER grabbed my wallet, took out some cash and sent Sir up the street to the grocery store. While he was gone we sat on the couch and just enjoyed the feeling of our bodies side by side - him smoking his Newports, me chafing at the damn handcuffs and leather restraints. A bit later Sir came back with more than bacon and eggs. “Hey, ran into an old buddy of mine up at the store. Told him he could get a smoke and fuck some ass.” I eyed the latest interloper into my home - older, average build, shifty looking, homeless or just grungy, hard to tell. “Can I use your bathroom?” he asked. Darnell offered to have me drink his piss and he hemmed and hawed until Darnell waved him on. The bathroom door closed and Sir said, “He’s cool, he’s cool. Little PTSD or something but big ol dick. We banged a few chicks together before.” When he came out he rubbed his crotch, “Got condoms and shit? Don’t want to catch no faggy STDs, AIDs, or nothing.” Oh Christ he was in the wrong house. Darnell stood up, grabbed my cuffed hands, pushed me towards him and said, “This ain’t no little boy shit and don’t be stuntin. Man the fuck up and sling that wood. When was the last time you got white pussy? While this is primed and ready - fuck, bounce, and roll. So you doing this or what?” Less than 10 minutes later I had milked his BBC dry and he was out of there with nothing but a few cigarettes in his pocket, and his DNA left in my ass. I wasn’t impressed. Guess my freakazoid standards had been raised after being gang fucked by massive mandingo dick for the past day. I don’t think Darnell was impressed either as he and Sir were having some serious, quiet words, when I came back out to the dining room table. Breakfast was served, casual conversation resumed, MASTER dialed my phone and held it up as I called the office and took leave for the rest of the week. “Hold your arms out,” Darnell said as he came back from the rooting around in the bedroom. He had two syringes and as he did a draw from his arm then Sir’s he said, “We will also continue the 3-point solution for your infection. Each day you will take at least mine - and his.” With that done, they moved to the couch and chair in the living room, I was directed to my spot on the floor at Darnell’s feet. My body hurt, I was still cuffed and chained, and worse my dick would not stop throbbing. As a bottom I only focus on the top cumming and usually jerk off on my own time, alone. I had not been able to do that and seeing two monster BBCs, and smelling their disease so close, just made it impossible for me to think about anything else except being fucked. “Time for a nap,” Darnell said as he grabbed my cuffed wrists and dragged me to the bedroom. The sheets were still wet from his piss marking earlier, but he didn’t care, and soon the initial chill wore off as his warm body pressed to mine. Sir stayed in the living room, watching TV, and came to the bedroom door a couple times over the next hour, his hard dick announcing what he wanted, but seeing Darnell was still asleep he didn’t bother us. About an hour later Darnell woke up, hollered for Sir, who came into the bedroom his dick ready. I was pushed to the side as Darnell moved the pillows around, propped himself up against the headboard, lit a Newport, and motioned me to get on my knees and elbows so I could cup his balls with my cuffed hands while gagging on his AIDS faucet. Sir climbed up on the bed behind me and pushed that long, black horse dick in. My ass and guts were so sensitive and swollen I could feel every ripple of his extra long foreskin as it rolled back, exposing his head and shaft and he pushed deeper and deeper. “PULL THAT SHIT BACK OUT AND SCRATCH IT UP - NO, DON’T GET THE BRUSH, USE YOUR NAILS, I WANT TO SEE THOSE NICCA FINGERS WITH THAT CUNT NAIL POLISH ON THEM. THAT’S IT - NO, I DIDN’T SAY YOU COULD TAKE YOUR MOUTH OFF MY DICK - THERE YOU GO -OPEN THAT THROAT AND THAT ASS - I WANT THAT DICK SNOT COMING OUT YOUR NOSE AS HOMIE INFECTS YOU,” my AIDS MASTER declared. Sir was getting to know every nook and cranny of my ass and guts - some of them he had made himself - and he grunted and moaned as more of his polluted gene pool swirled inside me. The rest of the afternoon was spent in a weird, domestic, plainness. Normal conversation, normal TV, normal day chilling with new friends - that is until one of them decided their dick needed to get wet and they would slam my ass or throat for a few then pull out. About 5:00 p.m. Darnell said, “Use the bathroom if you have to then get dressed. We got to get to the halfway house. You know that pic I sent you this morning? He’s fresh out, but he’s in lockdown; already in trouble for fighting and other shit. We were cellies.” I asked, “Did you fuck him too?” MASTER laughed, “Naw, it was never like that. He’s an ass bandit too and I owe him. Things’ll just get worse for him on lockdown like that without any way to relieve his stress. I told him I could deliver some juicy man pussy for an angry rape fuck and that perked him right up. I had to promise the guard on the hall you’d give him some head and let him taste that pussy to get 15 minutes with my homie so we got to get there and time it just before shift change when most folks aren’t around.” I was finally released from the restraints and turned on the water for a quick shower. Darnell stomped in, “WHAT THE FUCK? DID I SAY DO ALL THAT PRIMPING AND SHIT? I WANT YOU JUST AS YOU ARE - LOOKING LIKE A WHORE, SMELLING LIKE A WHORE.” But then he paused, “Well maybe you better put on a long sleeve shirt and a cap or something with your shades, can’t be having folks wondering about those bruises and marks - not yet anyways.” I grabbed my paperwork and VISITOR pass, ID, wallet, phone, and Sir looked like a puppy who was being left alone for the first time as we headed out the door. I was sure the taxi driver would say something knowing I stank, but he and Darnell hit it off like old friends, exchanging cigarettes, stories of the neighborhood, the good ol’days. We got out on the corner of the block and walked around to the back of the last building. The door on that end had a small, enclosed entryway with a bored guard sitting there looking at his cell phone. He and Darnell exchanged a few words, the door buzzed; we were let in, and took the stairs up one flight. Another guard was waiting when we opened the door and whispered, “You right on time if you still down to do this. You the cocksucker?” he asked me. Who the hell did he think I was, Publishers Clearing House Prize Patrol? Darnell grunted, “You want that baby dick swallowed now or when we done? We ain’t got time for foolishness.” The guard puffed out his chest, “My shit’s BIG and LONG and just for that, admission has gone up. I plan to tap that ass too. You stay here, I’ll let him in.” He then turned to me and said, “I’ll knock when you got two minutes.” Darnell lit a cigarette and nodded for me to follow the guard. We only passed two doors when he stopped, looked one way, then the other, took his mass of keys and unlocked the door and pushed it open a crack. I stepped up, he pushed the door a little further, I slid in, and the door clicked, then locked behind me. The room was dim, bare, and my eyes focused on the body sitting in a plastic lawn chair by the window. The bold, dark outline of metal bars shone through the amber colored shade. A bright burst of light shone at the corner where the shade had been angled up; an ashtray balanced precariously on the window ledge and the occupant of the room/cell was focused on blowing his smoke out the small crack of the open window. He turned, his black skin glistening with sweat, the silver rings in his nipples catching the light and creating dancing shadows. His hair was cut short, his beard was long, thick, scruffy, and he was fucking tall. Slowly he turned to me, unfurled himself and stood up - legs and dick all extending to their full length. “So you the faggy cum dump.” It was not a question, just a statement. He slowly tapped out his cigarette, slid his fingers between the bars to close the window tight, dropped the shade back in place, and in the darkness closed the space between us. A large hand found my throat, the other the front of my pants, which deftly popped the button and pushed them down. With his hand still wrapped around my throat I was spun around like a topper on a cake as he grabbed a handful of ass flesh and gave a low growl, “YOU EVER HAD A JAILHOUSE FUCK” he asked. “MY BRO SAYS YOU CAN HANDLE IT AND GIVE ME WHAT I NEED. THAT PUSSY READY TO EAT MY SIN? THAT CUNT PREPARED TO GET STUNG? I KNOW MY BRO’S BEEN STRETCHING THAT ASS AND FILLING IT SO MAYBE YOU POZ ALREADY, BUT I BET YOU AIN’T. HE’S A WEAK MOTHER FUCKER, AND HIS NUTT IS TOO. NOT MINE, NO - AND AIDS AIN’T ALL I GOT NEITHER.” In one swift move he released my throat, grabbed both my arms, and pulled them behind my back while at the same time jamming his weaponized dick at where he estimated my ass hole was. He didn’t hit the bulls eye the first try, but close and on the second thrust he found enough of it to get where he wanted to go even if he split me some in the process. “FUCKING HURTS DON’T IT? GOD DAMN FUCKERS ALWAYS BEGGING FOR THE DICK TIL IT STARTS TEARING THEM APART. NOTHING BETTER THAN WRECKING A CUNT WITH MY STINGER - SQUIRTING MY VENOM - MAKING THAT A POISONOUS PUSSY. CRY FAGGOT BOY! I FUCK TO HURT AND HURT TO FUCK. WELCOME TO THE SLAUGHTER HOUSE BITCH NOW FUCKING RUN!” As quick as he had overpowered me he let go of my arms and shoved me forward, propelling me off his dick. My feet caught in my pants, I stumbled, and he circled like a lion full of disdain for the mouse he found to play with. The mandingo lion pounced and pinned me to the floor, BULLSEYE! His aim had improved, as had his intent to breed me, knowing time was not on his side. My right arm was pinned behind me; his left hand slapped my cap off and grabbed the hair on the top of my head as my ass was shown what happens in prison to sissies like me. Silently pestilence descended and like his fellow horsemen of the apocalypse he brought death, destruction, and chaos as he used me as his vessel of hate and filled me with his own blend of the end times. His balls emptied, I was let go, he stood up, kicked the plastic chair back into place, and calmly sat down and lit a fresh cigarette. I stood up, he may done, but I was not and time he found out this mouse had big fucking teeth. With my pants still halfway around my knees I walked over, turned my ass towards him, bent so he could see the hole he just raped and said, “FUCK ME, RAPE ME, BREED ME, PUSH YOUR NUTT IN THERE.” I gritted my teeth and adjusted my footing to keep my balance, as this convict did not have to be asked again. The two-minute knock sounded ungodly loud, he picked up his pace, slamming his naked body into mine, his AIDS froth boiling as he held nothing back and gifted me with another load. He yanked his dick out. I blew out a deep breath and tried to steady my heart rate. I pulled up my pants, found my hat, and said, “Thank you SIR!” He just looked at me, shook his head back and forth, then smiled, “Oh I’ll be seeing you again for sure.” Right on schedule the lock clicked, the door opened a sliver, I slid out, and followed the guard back to the stairwell. As soon as the stairwell door shut, I had my pants down and the prison guard’s face buried in my ass as he felched and slurped my fucked hole. “I love tasting pussy juice,” The guard said as he wiped his chin, “Suck me.” Darnell sat on the steps a few below us as I quickly slobbed the guard’s dick and swallowed his tangy load. He was right. He was big and long and I told Darnell when we got outside I wanted to get fucked by him sometime. My AIDS MASTER just laughed and said, “You fucking cock hound! Jesus!” Darnell’s phone started buzzing and blowing up. We stopped, he read the first message, texted back, read the next, replied, waited, replied, then put his arm around my shoulder and said, “That was him. My old cellie. You was just need homie needed. He’s got plans for you now - for next time - twisted, sick fuck. I’ll work it out so you can see him longer and there WILL be a next time and soon. We continued walking down the street, towards the 7-11 as Darnell wanted to see if any of his homeless friends were there. He said he might send some of them home with me for the night, but depends on who was hanging out. Before we got there his phone buzzed, he read the text, nodded, and turned back to the halfway house. “You go on. Catch the bus and get home. I’ll see you in the morning. I can’t wait. Homie’s got three twisted fucks from his old crew at your place waiting. He’s been out hustlin and fucking pimpin you to all the freak thugs to earn that roof over his head already. YOU READY TO SPEND ANOTHER NIGHT GETTING THAT HOLE POZZED AND FILLED AND INFECTED? Stay Tuned for Part 7 - Life Forever Changed (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)
    7 Points
  19. PART 5 - (Section 2) Feel the Burn, It’s VD Day: “Round 2,” Darnell announced for everyone, “Starts in 5 minutes. Yo homie? Where you going? Naw if you all need to piss do it in his mouth. Bloat him up like a Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade balloon. Remember - ALL BODY FLUIDS.” I was going to have to buy a new area rug for sure as these fuckers were dribblers, early starters, surprise squirters and racehorse pissers. I swallowed three bladders of piss back-to-back and when the fourth tried I had to beg for a minute or else it all was going to come back up. Darnell gathered the gang round again, “ROUND 2 IS ABOUT DIPPING THAT ASS. BANG IT FOR THE COUNT THEN PULL OUT AND GET BACK IN LINE. NO EASY IN, JUST SLAM AND POUND. THIS AIN’T YOUR HONEYMOON OR SOME BITCH YOU GOT TO IMPRESS WITH YOUR LOVE MAKING. IT’S ABOUT GANG FUCKING A WHORE - USING THOSE BABY MAKERS AND TO TURN A BOTTOM INTO A HOOD THOT - PULSING THAT NICCA JIZZ WHEN THE TIME COMES. RIGHT?” This time the round started off with Darnell’s dick in my mouth as he held the phone for a top-down camera view and he started to count off: “1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10 - PULL OUT. NEXT. 1-2-3…” and that’s how it went. Each BBC slammed in my ass, gave me 10 strokes in and out, then pulled out. That was 110 raw, diseased strokes in my hole - bareback homeless BBC filling me up, and I fucking loved it. Some were speedy and quick, others did long, slow strokes, but still, fucking wild! Next run through of the train was 20 strokes per man, when we got to 30 there was grumbling - some dicks needed fluffing while others were so ready to bust from the teasing they did not want to wait any more. “Round 3,” Darnell started as he updated the rules, “Is PUSSY IS OPEN FOR BUSINESS. You homies ready to gang bang, rape fuck, creampie, and knock a bitch down and out? Yeah? YEAH?” One dude pushed another and tried to slide into my hole while one went for my mouth, batting away my hand as I tried to wipe the copious spit and dick dribble off my face. Darnell set the phone down, stood up, and pushed them both back and off. One guy yelled, “BUT I NEED SOME FUCKIN HEAD!” Darnell clapped his hands like thunder from God and said, “Yo, Yo, what I tell you about respect? There’s a time and a place and for now, keep that shit in check. Later all chains are off.” Darnell then guided me off the ottoman and I stood looking around at all the hard, eager, twitching dicks. I wondered who had AIDs? Who had something else to gift me with? Not one of them ever questioned about not using a condom, or fucking raw, or about sliding in after another guy. Darnell had gone into the bedroom and come back out with a couple of pillows, which he put in the living room chair, basically creating a fuck bench where my ass was open and accessible on one end, my body supported by the chair, and my mouth available on the other end. He grabbed me and announced, “I want this shit to hurt, so while you all got that pussy primed, once we start, no stopping. Give me a minute while I make sure your whore treat is ready.” I stumbled towards the bathroom as Darnell pushed me along, thankful as I had to piss so fucking bad and felt like I had to drop a baby from my ass. “YO!” he hollered before he stepped in the bathroom with me, “Put some of those towels on the couch and shit before you sit your skank asses down.” I laughed, then focused on pissing. Nothing. Darnell set his cell on the bath sink, unzipped, slid between me and the bathtub and pushed his dick in me, “Let me hit that prostate, fuck the piss out of you.” It took a few tries, but started to work and soon my kidneys released a steady stream that I thought would never end. When I wiggled the last few drops off my dick, Darnell pulled me tighter and whispered, “You ready? Up to now the dogs been on a short leash. Chains coming off. I won’t let them break no bones, bruise your face, that sort of shit, but all else is on the table. YOU WILL BE RAPED - YOU WILL BE FUCKED HARD AND ROUGH - YOU WILL BE SMACKED, CHOKED, ABUSED. YOU WILL BE TAKEN TO YOUR LIMIT AND THEN BEYOND. YOU WILL BE NOTHING BUT A LIVING FLESHLIGHT FOR RAW BBC - FOR DISEASED NICCA DICK - FOR THOSE THUGS AND HOMIES WHO CARE NOTHING BUT SLUT FUCKING.” Back in the living room the homeless gang were anxious to get started and no sooner had Darnell positioned me across the chair, adjusted the pillows, and gave an evil laugh knowing I had no place to run now, then hot man meat was in my hand so I could stroke one while others hit my holes and the voices all overlapped urging each other on and giving direction: “RAPE THAT BITCH - FUCK THAT PUSSY - IS THAT SHIT GOOD OR WHAT? YOU CUMMIN BRO? WHO’S NEXT? MY MONSTER JUST PARKED... HURRY THE FUCK UP AND NUTT! SHIT I’M CUMMING...OH FUCK...OH… THIS ASS IS WET ALREADY. HOW MUCH JIZZ YOU THINK WILL FIT UP IN HERE? IT’S A DEEP ASS, THICK FOR A WHITE BITCH - YOU KNOW THERE’S SOME NICCA DADDY IN THAT FAMILY TREE... NAW, JUST OUR CUM - LOLOL... YO MAN - HE CAN’T BREATH - YOU HEAR HIM CHOKING? DON’T MATTER, I’M DOING ALL THE WORK... I JUST BLEW THE BIGGEST FUCKING WAD! DAMN BITCH THAT WAS GOOD... JESUS - YOU GONNA HAVE TO CLEAN THIS CHAIR, THERE’S ASS JUICE STREAMING DOWN THE SIDE... YO BRO - YOU BETTER GET A PICTURE OF THIS - HOLY CHRIST! LOOK AT ALL THAT CHUNKY LOAD JUST GLISTENING THAT HOLE... LEMME PREP IT SOME MORE - SCRATCH THAT HOLE UP… SOMEONE STICK YOUR DICK IN HIS MOUTH - TIRED OF HEARING THAT WHIMPERING… WRECK THAT HOLE BRO, TEAR IT UP WITH THAT THUG DICK! On and on the BBC fucked me. I gave up trying to adjust my position and the one time I was in danger of sliding off the chair sideways, Darnell was there and just pushed me back and once again I was pinned by dick at both ends. I had fantasized about being gang fucked and had watched videos and shit on the internet, but nothing can prepare you. It starts out sharp, intense, painful, joyous, and you try to be be participant, to be a partner in the fuck. It’s not that at all. My mind faded out, my body went limp and reacted from force or reflex only. It’s like over dosing on dick - total bliss - and yeah a few times I would ‘come to’ and react like when #7, the horse dick guy - slammed in, but mostly it all just felt FUCKING AMAZING! The gang fuck train rolled over me for a while and I had no idea how many of them nutted in me like that, or how long they had been using me. The next time I focused was when one of them helped me stand up, someone commented about all the shit running down my legs and I freaked thinking he meant ‘shit’ and started to apologize. Darnell shook me a little, “You good! Easy. You totally clean - well, no, frankly you a God awful mess and draining nutt and ass juice and red all over the place. You been stretched wide open, so just relax, no way you can hold it in. He was right, I tried clenching my hole and nothing - it was like that part of my body was paralyzed. To add to my thot humiliation and submission, Darnell had me step off the rug onto the wood floor then once a little puddle of man juice had formed ordered me to get down and lap it up. My gang fuck was not over yet. I was then laid on the floor of the living room on a blanket from the bed as one after another the guys took turns fucking my mouth or ass how they wanted - missionary style, doggy, on my side with one leg lifted, on my back, however. I did hit a wall and started crying out, “PLEASE STOP, I CAN’T, PLEASE STOP, I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE!” but no one listened and once again my body adjusted, took it all, and sent me back into bliss. I swallowed more piss, took spit, my gums got gouged, my hole scratched, my face slapped, my throat choked, my body bruised and tore up, my guts filled with multiple VDs - all in service to my AIDS MASTER! Darnell had to practically carry me to the bathroom the next time and hold me up as I slumped on the toilet. I felt drunk, out of it. I remember him asking me if I had an extra phone charger, and something else, but then the next thing I know I am face down on my bed with some anonymous dick pounding my ass. I must have fallen asleep from exhaustion, or passed out, or whatever, yet when I came awake I was still on the bed and there was some other homeless guy dicking me telling me what a good slut I was. There was a break in the train and I was left alone on the bed for a little while, but I still could hear a group of voices in the living room. Were they all still here? Hard to tell and I couldn’t get up to go look. I did manage to roll to the side and grab a towel and wipe at my blown up hole. I flinched, a wave of sharp pain rocketed through me, I gasped, and laid flat again. I dozed off, not sure for how long, but when I awoke this time I managed to sit up, stand up, wrapped a sheet around my body and slowly walked out to the living room, holding the wall for support. “Told you fuckers my white wife would come begging for more dick!” Darnell said as he stood up, came over, and gave me a long, passionate kiss - the taste of ash and cigarette smoke on his tongue a welcome balm. My condo was a total mess and then I focused on who was left - four guys and Darnell. “You can clean up tomorrow,” Darnell said with a casual wave of his hand, “and why you trying to hide. Show the homies the effects of that black GANGBANG train that run over you.” I dropped the sheet to the floor, shivered, stepped forward, and did a slow turn so the guys that were left could see the visible marks on my body. Darnell put his arm around me and hugged me with pride, “You daddy’s bitch? My AIDs whore? Fuck you done good, but we not done yet. You see these dudes? They are the best of the best - or worst of the worst maybe more correct. We sent the other playas off once they finished tapping that ass and draining their nutt. Time for the HARDCORE EXTREME shit!” (*reader be cautioned*) At least Darnell let me have some water and use the bathroom and I then told him I was not sure I could take any more. He grunted - total MASTER dismissal. Darnell had his phone back out and there were four monster BBC eager to take off. The guy closest to me was #7 - with the wasted body and too huge dick. He guided me to the couch, had me get up on my knees on the seat and grab the back as he punch fucked my hole with his 12-inch+ horse dick. I had little resistance to offer and his 12+inches blew open my guts and was buried balls deeps in one fell swoop. I arched my back, threw my head back and yelled as he opened anew the raw flesh and his rough pubic hair ground like sandpaper against my tender cheeks. They all laughed, then several strokes later I was begging for it, “Harder, deeper, more!!” My rapist paused, Darnell sat on the couch to my left and set out several syringes on a paper towel. He tapped one and said to me, “I’m an evil, cruel, son-of-a-bitch and won’t be truly happy until I have you infected with everything imaginable. Time for a 3-point exposure. Each of these homies not only got the biggest dicks in the bunch, they got the most toxic nutt and blood. I’m going to do a draw from each and inject you, just like we did with G. While I do that, they will take turns gouging your gums and skin to make fresh wounds and will prick their fingers and rub all the spots. At the same time, that hole is going to get prepped beyond anything you had so far, then each of us will not only spread our pricked fingers around and dig it some more, but then will rape fuck the hell out of you and keep going back and forth between the two until we all tap out.” The horse dick started up again as I watched Darnell do the draw from his arm first. The way the red floated, flowed, filled the syringe was a samba of death. The fucking stopped, the big dick yanked out, fingers scratched at my puffy hole, the dick was slammed back in as I gasped and saw stars, Darnell held my left arm steady and did the first blood slam. The process was repeated four more times, then the used syringes were passed to each of the homeless men who found spots on my flesh to gouge and wound in which they could rub their pricked fingers. Darnell focused on my gums and the guy fucking focused on the tramp stamp spot as he continued to pound me. When they were satisfied and so horny all their dicks were needing to release, the horse dick eased out of my open ass and I waited. Darnell set a bag on the couch and pulled out something that looked like a toilet brush, but a little smaller. One of the guys behind me said, “I don’t think it’s going to fit.” Darnell laughed, it’s not supposed to, not yet, but it will.” Two guys worked their fingers around in my mouth as Darnell took his brush to my ass. He was right, that was beyond anything I had experienced that day - or ever. My body felt like I was going into shock as my AIDS MASTER and his infectious friends continued their viral work. Darnell passed the brush to someone else so he could video what was happening and made sure to get a close up of the tears streaming down my face while they continued to work my ass and body over. The brushing stopped, I sighed in relief, someone lined themselves up behind me, leaned over, covered my mouth with two hands and SLAMMED THEIR DICK INTO MY PREPPED, RED ASS. I tried to run and managed to use their force to pull my knees forward a little bit. The guy then stepped up onto the couch seat His body shook with intensity as he cummed in me. Having infected my ass, he pulled out, the brush was used again, then the next guy mounted me missionary style as I lay faced down on the couch. Breed and repeat, breed and repeat, breed and repeat - brush, fuck, more BBC nutt. The sun was setting and the condo was getting darker as another homeless thug finished his last fuck, got dressed, and left. Darnell and #7, horse dick, remained. “Didn’t you cum? I asked as I looked at his still hard shaft and wondered how a guy so wasted could have such stamina? He chuckled, blew out the smoke from his cigarette, slapped his horse dick a couple times, slid his rolls of foreskin further back to show how solid that fist head was and said, “Not yet, but getting ready to”, as he cast a sly look at Darnell. I was walked back over to the wood floor and Darnell said, “Squat like a bitch and let all those nicca babies out - flush that hole.” My legs were so weak I couldn’t really get in the position so he put a dining room chair in front of me to hang onto and got behind me with his cell to video as I squatted and heaved and pushed. My guts had been so banged out not much happened so horse dick leaned over my back and with both hands pried my hole open and fingered the edge a bit. A little liquid went SPLAT - the streams started running down my legs, then as I squatted a little more a torrent of BBC nutt and ass juice covered rushed forth. “GOD DAMN LOOK AT THAT. THAT HOLE PUFFING OUT, DISPELLING ALL THAT AIDS NUTT. THE VIRUS HAS HAD PLENTY OF TIME TO CRAWL AROUND AND BURROW IN AND TIME TO GET READY FOR GRAND FINALE,” Darnell said. When the stream had ended, I was ordered to lap at the large pool. I couldn’t. There was just no way and when I grabbed a towel and tossed it on the mess, Darnell scowled and cuffed me. I stood up, followed horse dick guy to the bed, he laid on his back and I crawled up on him. He was so bony and his body was so thin, it was uncomfortable. Hands like raven claws grabbed my head and he opened his mouth to kiss me, paused, scraped at my gum, then kissed me some more. I felt his monster dick head at my hole as Darnell lined it up and when it was on the bullseye he bucked his hips and popped it in. He let go of my head, put his arms out, and let me ride him. That 12-inch+ dick filled me deep and wide and I wanted his dirty cum more than anything! After a few minutes he pushed me to the side, slipped out of my ass, and crawled off the bed. He and Darnell conversed, Darnell set a bag on the bed, and out came the chains. Darnell snapped a set of handcuffs tight around my wrists, smiling as I complained they were too tight. Horse dick guy wrapped leather straps with chrome rings around my ankles, looped chain through the rings, then flopped me onto my stomach and with the my feet tied dragged me back to the edge of the bed. He took a towel, roughly wiped at my slick hole to dry it up. Darnell climbed on the bed, positioned his dick in my mouth then said, “RAPE THAT PUSSY!” The shy breeder body slammed my hole, intent on making me feel every inch of his foot long dong. Darnell provided the voice over, noting how, “THAT NICCA RAPING THAT WHITE ASS - MAKING IT HIS! THAT’S THE WAY A FUCKA SHOULD DICK A HOLE - ROUGH, RAW, DEEP, NO FUCKIN-MERCY!” Several minutes later I was flipped on my side, my chained feet swung around onto the edge of the bed as my floppy hole was exposed, waiting, and without Darnell’s dick in my mouth I cried out as I was stretched and gutted. The homeless guy took care of that quick enough as he found someone’s dirty underwear to jam in my mouth. Every breath smelled like ass, unwashed balls, and funk. “LOOK AT THAT AIDS DICK SLIDING IN AND OUT OF THAT ASS!” Darnell said, “THAT HOLE IS SO RAW, SHREDDED, RIPPED, AND TURNT OUT - FUCKING EH WHAT A THOT! MY THOT! I MADE THAT BITCH - YOU HOMIES WANT A TASTE - DIP AND STICK? NO LIMITS HERE - NO RISK OF ADDING TO YOUR RAP SHEET - WE TALKING THAT EXTREME SHIT THAT EVEN YOUR GIRL WON’T DO.” The horse dick inside me swelled, he paused, repositioned himself, started to push sideways, and as he picked up the pace, Darnell announced, “ANOTHER FAGGOT DEATH ON THE BOOKS! ADD ONE MORE TEAR DROP TATT TO THE HOMIE’S FACE - FUCK YEAH!” Horse dick shuddered and I thought for sure he was having a God damn heart attack or something. My stomach swelled, my guts ached, Jesus how much cum did he shoot? The homeless guy pulled out and walked out to the living room, Darnell mounted me and fucked me hard and fast, “FUCK YEAH SLOPPY CUNT - READY FOR MASTER’S NUTT - FEEL MY JIZZ - FEEL MY AIDS BABIES - FEEL ME INFECT YOU - HOLY HELL YEAH - HERE IT COMES - SPURTING MY MILK - SPURTING MY DIRTY CUM IN THAT WET, SLOPPY HOLE - JESUS I LOVE THAT SHIT - SO FUCKING SLOPPY - ALL THAT NICCA NUTT MAK… OH DAMN - HERE IT GOES BABY - HERE IT GOES - BEEN WAITING ALL GOD-DAMN-DAY - HERE YOU GO BABY - POZZING YOU! POZZING YOU! HELL YEAH POZZING YOU!” Darnell’s breeding was done. I faded out - on the bed, cuffed, chained, full of BBC cum torrent with disease that soaked my mattress. I woke up to Darnell kissing me, “I got to run to get back before curfew. You was a fuckin amazing white wife/boy/thot/cumdump/victim today!” Jesus I never! Anyways, I got your keys, need to get me a set made since this is my work release and all. I’ll be back by 7:00 in the morning.” I started to ask him to untie me when the horse dick homeless guy came to the doorway and Darnell popped his head back around and said, “Oh yeah, homie needs a place to crash tonight - told him he could stay here and keep raping that pussy. See ya!” STAY TUNED FOR PART 6 - THE SCORPION STING (*From the author: If you like the story, let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)
    7 Points
  20. DaddyBare

    The Joy of Flex

    A couple of years ago, I visited my regular sauna and went to the equipment room to see if there was any action. There was just one guy there in a sling with his legs obligingly apart and ready for seeding. I stroked myself to full erection, applied lube and entered his bare hole. I fucked him at an angle, so anyone coming in could immediately see I was barebacking him, knowing many guys enjoy watching, and as I enjoy being watched. Very soon we had company - the guy certainly liked what he saw and came over to watch us in close detail as I pounded the man in the sling. As he enjoyed the show I applied lube to his fully erect cock, and also lubed my buttocks, making it clear I was up for him shagging me as I was fucking. Sadly he didn't want to reciprocate, but enjoyed the show until another guy entered the room, whereupon he went over to him to suck him to full attention. This guy was darker skinned with a decent sized cock. As I continued thrusting in and out of the guy on the sling, I was able to watch the other two guys at play, which led me to unload inside the ass of the man I was fucking. Withdrawing, I approached the two other men, one of who, the guy who had been sucking the darker-skinned man, took my place with the guy in the sling, presumably using my spunk for lube, whilst I took over sucking the darker guy's magnificent dick. However, before long the guy who had been topping the sling man tired of pounding away and came back over to us, only for the dark skinned guy to take over fucking the man in the sling. I might have been vexed at being left out in the cold except that the first guy came over to me, and gestured for me to sit on a nearby couch facing him. He then pulled my legs around his torso, slipping his bare cock into my hole. Clearly he hadn't forgotten the invitation I extended to him to fuck my ass. As I enjoyed being taken by the first guy, the dark-skinned man was vigourously pounding the guy on the sling bareback. It occurred to me his thrusts were impressively forceful. I also noticed he was apparently taking note of what was happening in our corner. As the tension built up eventually it was too much for the guy fucking my hole: he pushed himself balls-deep, and blew his load inside me. No sooner had the guy withdrawn from my ass, than the dark-skinned guy stopped fucking the guy in the sling and walked over to me. His erection obviously wanted to explore a new target. Like the first guy, he grabbed my legs pulled them around his torso, and entered me bareback. My earlier observation was correct: he was indeed very forceful in his thrusts. Maybe a bit too hard for me. Eventually I couldn't take the pressure and had to get up to avoid the pain from his over-bearing thrusts, but he wasn't finished with me! As I bent over to pick-up my towel, he took me from behind. Anticipating another painful onslaught, I grabbed my poppers and sniffed deeply to facilitate his access. His persistence paid off. Within a few thrusts his body went rigid, his cock engorged with excitement as he released his cum inside me. Oh, the joy of flexibilty!
    7 Points
  21. I was able to get the shocked look on the rugby boys face when they found out they were at the same gang bang as there friend and that the friend now has HIV. waiting now to see if the boy in blue gets ill I know I filled him more than once.
    6 Points
  22. faggot hole

    Caribbean Adventure

    When you're known in certain circles as a cum whore and cock hound, worlds of opportunity open up to you. I received an invitation from a friend of my father inviting me for a sail on His boat over the Christmas/New Year holiday. The guy is in his mid-40s, has a beautiful body, sharp wit, and a magnificent cock, and likes to fuck me, so I readily accepted his invitation. The next day a first class air ticket to Miami arrived via FedEx. I caught the designated flight and was met at the airport by a stunningly handsome driver who was wearing an open neck shirt and extremely tight trousers which beautifully encased his ass. He grabbed my bag, tossed it into the trunk of a the Town Car. (I might note I never saw my bag again until the cruise was over and I was en route back to the airport.) He drove me to the marina where I boarded a beautiful sail boat, meeting my host, Jack, and the rest of the crew, which consisted four other men: Jack's 19 year old son, Evan, a college freshman on winter break; Evan's college buddy, Sean; and two other men who were friends of Jack's, both about his age, both of whom were in excellent shape. I knew nothing about sailing, but it quickly became apparent I wasn't expected to help setting sails or navigating. Instead I learned the duties of 'the cabin boy' as one reads of in novels about whaling. For ten days we cruised the Caribbean and each day I received at least one load from each of the crew members. It was especially awesome when Jack and Evan split roasted me, which they did almost daily. I loved my role in fostering a healthy father/son relationship. In fact Evan and Sean once double fucked me. The other guys were generally content with one-on-one encounters, although no one was shy about fucking me in the presence of the others. I should mention there was another benefit of the trip: I got a whole-body suntan as I was totally naked the entire time, except when we were in port, where I was encouraged to wear one of those absurd, low-cut Japanese speedos, or a thong. When we returned to port at the end of our journey, the hot driver with the Town Car was there with my bag. I was taken to the airport and caught my flight back back home with the memories of a great Caribbean cruise (and, of course, the three loads up my butt-plugged cunt).
    6 Points
  23. Hotload84

    Pozzing My Cousin Joey

    This was salvaged from Bugshare.net, the 'Strictly Stories' section. ****************************************************** My 18 year cousin Joey came to the city from some small town to stay with us for the summer. Yeah, I kinda knew he was gay for a while before I asked him, just from the way I saw him checking out guys when he thought nobody was watching. Nobody else noticed- I saw it though. Rudy, an older neighbor, a real sleaze, especially caught his attention. Rudy is older, about 55, drop dead sexy,a real daddy type. And a big time leather top- I've seen him in action time and time again at the baths. Barebacking is his thing, especially with the newbies who somehow wander into the baths out of curiosity. They always end up leaving with more than they bargained for- Rudy is as POZ as he is hot. He and I are pretty good friends,the two gay guys in the neighborhood. We often go out to the clubs and to the baths afterwards. He tells me hot stories of his exploits. I decided to invite Joey to come out with us one night. When I asked Rudy if it would be okay if Joey came out with us his face lit up like a Christmas tree. Joey didn't stand a chance. Rudy had seen him just yesterday in his tight jean shorts when we were washing the car and said his dick went immediately hard. Poz tops can be very determined to get what they want and almost always do. Very aggressive. The thrill of turning my naive cousin out was too exciting to resist. When I invited him and said Rudy was coming, he said,"You mean that dude next door? That hot guy? Hell yeah. I want to come!" He thought he knew it all. Like he was so mature or something. Excellent. I immediately ran down the mental checklist of things I'd needed to bring: jockstrap, check; poppers, check; blindfold, check. Booty bump, call Rico and arrange to pick one up later, as well as a joint sprinkled with tina. By the way, the blindfold is Rudy's specialty. So it looked like everything was in order and we'd have everything we'd need for the adventure on Friday. You should have seen Joey when Rudy got in the car with us Friday night. He was a little disappointed that we weren't going dancing like we had planned, but just going out "to a club" instead. The sooner we get there, the more pozzing we could do, Rudy wisely pointed out. We had already had drinks at the house- a rare treat for Joey. He was on his way. "Here, take a puff of this, Joey," Rudy said as he smiled that handsome smile and passed the laced joint to my cousin. Joey was so much in awe of the sexy older man and got so instantly high when the tina in the joint hit him like a freight train, he didn't even notice that he was the only one smoking. I smiled over to Rudy and passed him a small plastic bag containing a travel size jar of vaseline and two booty bumps. (Rico is good to his repeat clientele.) Joey was flying pretty high and barely noticed Rudy pulling down his underwear enough in his jeans to lube up his tight asshole and insert one and then another pleasure ball. Joey didn't even know where he was. Luckily we were already in the parking lot of the baths and the staff were all my friends - I did work here for six years, after all, and even after I quit I became a regular guest. My friend Brian at the door just shook his head and smiled as we helped Joey in. "At it again, eh? Take number 11- It's still kind of quiet, it's early." We wasted no time stripping Joey down and putting the jock stap on him. Such a beautiful butt, accented perfectly with the tight strap. Next, Rudy had the honor of putting the blindfold on him- Joey was so out of it, he thought it was some cool game. Rudy, meanwhile, lubed up his eight inch dick, rock hard from the viagra he takes before hitting the baths, and I held the poppers steadily under Joey's nose, closing one nostil, then the other, hearing him groan loudly and then actually yell as the big dickhead speared his tight boy pussy. "Yell all you want, Joey. You're at a bath house. You're probably turning someone on." And he was. The guy at the open door stroking his dripping dick said, "I get him next." I knew that guy. He was one of those lanky HIV+ sleazes who frequent this place. "He's all yours, man," I said with an approving nod. Joey was working his hips up and down the best he could to meet the butt fucking Rudy mercilessly plowed into him. He was so high on the tina, so horny, all that mattered was getting fucked. His dick, limp but dripping precum, let me know it overtook his body. He was just a sex pig awaiting his breeding like all the other sexpig bottoms in the bathhouse. And then, squirt after squirt of POZ cum erupted from the tip of Rudy's giant dick in the boy's asshole and I bent down to whisper in his ear, "Good boy. You're taking it like a champ! I'm proud of you!" His cumhole was so wet and dripping poz juice. It was a beautiful sight. It was the icing on the cake when I whispered my further instructions and the blindfolded Joey complied, yelling, "THANK YOU! THANK YOU FOR YOUR GIFT,SIR!!" The guy at the door laughed at the pathetically high performance and moved closer to assume his place at the kid's ass. By the time the club really got into full swing, Joey started crying from all the dick he was getting. His butt was red and sore looking. Poor guy. Still, he set something of a record lying there in a pool of strangers' cum, wearing his enticing tight jockstrap. I counted 34 'donors'. After each insemination Joey repeated "Thank you. Thank you." He was transformed into a cum pig, thanking every possibly poz fucker for his gift. I can hardly wait for the day when all three of us take another ride together, but this time to an HIV clinic and Joey gets some very important test results. I won't be able to mask my delight when he converts. Rudy says he'll take him into the bathroom right there at the clinic and fuck him bareback when he is confirmed positive. And then he wants to take him directly to the tattoo parlour owned by his buddy so Joey can get a nice biohazard tattoo on his butt. I doubt it will take too long, judging from all the loads he took that night.
    6 Points
  24. conversenrubber

    The sissy neighbor boy

    Major hot when a boy is very feminine acting girly and thinks of his hole as his boipussy and it was made for pleasuring dudes cocks , and milking them good ,, milking all the cum out that the man will give to him . when I was younger me and a good buddy of mine hung out all the time and he had a boy that lived next door that would spy on us through the fence while we laid out by the pool , so one weekend when his parents were out of town for few days , we were out hanging at the pool smoking some partYEE and GETTING HIGH and we could hear something by the fence and we knew it was the girly neighbor boy watching us . So my buddy called over to the fence and said I know your there , and don't be shy , come over and join us . So the boy was nervous but he came over , , a very cute young feminine high school boy . so we told him to come sit down between us and smoke some partyee with us , and could tell he hadn't done any before but he was excited and quickly agreed and smoked with us and when we could tell he was extremely high , we asked how he felt and he said very very high , and was embarresed to say but was feeling extremely horny , and we told him that it was the partyee it makes you really horny , and me and my buddy then took off our shorts and got naked and laid back and then said to the boy why don't he grab ahold of our cocks and show us how horny he is , The boy grabbed our cocks and started stroking and sucking us back and forth . He was so excited and horny he went crazy on our cocks working them good , and our balls building up huge amounts cum , we then got up and all went into the house and resumed our positions on the couch watching BB porn . and the boy saw a scene was playing of a bottom riding the other dudes cock and the boy said that's soo hot ! and we asked him if that's what he liked ? and he replied he loved it but had only done it to his dildo , would ride it while watching porn and fantasize it was a real cock , So my buddy told the boy to grab the bottle of lube off the coffee table and lube our cocks then told him to take turns sliding his sweet boipussy down our our cocks . And the boy didn't even stop to ask about a condom and slid his hole down on our raw cocks and began bouncing , Pumping his boipussy up and down and getting more and more horny. We told him he was being a good pussy boy and told him to milk us and make us cum deep up his hole , .. And the boy steady pumped his hole up and down milking my buddy till he was moaning loud and told the boy he was going to start cumming . and the boy kept pumping and milked every drop out , then slide his cum filled hole off and slid it down on mine using the cum for lube and began pumping my cock till I flooded his hole with my huge load . . then he slid off and went back down back and forth between our legs working our cocks , until our balls had our next load ready for his pussy to milk out . . He stayed all day and night with us , milking load after load . We couldn't wait till the parents of my buddy would leave town again , they were going to be out of state traveling few times during the summer and my buddy was going to be able to stay home . We were looking forward to having the place all to our selves again and having the boy next door come over and stay with us and parTyee and be our CUM MILKING PUSSYBOI
    6 Points
  25. travelingbi

    ABS loads

    Stopped into A-Action ABS this afternoon. I paid my entrance fee, then went into the theater. There was one guy sitting on a sofa in a dark corner, jacking off. I walked up to him to get a closer look. He appeared to be a hispanic guy in his early 30's. He had his fist wrapped around a rock hard, thick slab of meat, stroking it as he watched the str8 film on the large screen at the front of the room. We were the only two in the theater. I knelt down and took it into my hand to stroke. It was definitely rock hard. I'd say at least 6.5", cut and thick. I quickly wrapped my lips around it and sucked. He sighed loudly as I began to make love to that big bad boy. About 5 minutes of good cocksucking brought me my first load of the afternoon. He thanked me for the blow job, which was quite nice and polite. How often do you get thanked for getting someone off in those places? I looked at him as I began to stand and said, "No, Thank YOU!". We smiled at each other as I got up and left the theater to go see what was in store for me in the arcade. This is the arcade with lots of glory holes between most booths and half doors on the booths. The doors don't lock and of course, since they are half doors, open at the bottom, you can easily see what's going on in each booth. There were several booths with guys in them, jacking off. And I pass one booth that had a guy on his knees, sucking off another guy. I found a booth with a g/h, next to a booth that was occupied. I knelt at the hole and did the finger wave. The guy on the other side, an older black guy in his early 60's was sitting in there. He looked tall and thin. Wearing sweat pants a sweat shirt. He stood and pulled his sweat pants down. He pulled out a sizable bbc. He fed me his limp cock through the hole. I took it into my mouth and began to suck. It swelled a little bit. But after 4 or 5 minutes of sucking, I could see that he wasn't going to get fully hard. And I was going to have a difficult if not impossible time trying to make him cum. So, I gave up on that cock and left that booth. Checking under the doors again, it seemed to be all the same, except the guy that had been on his knees sucking, was now standing and getting fucked by the guy he'd been sucking. I went into the booth opposite them, so I could get a direct view across the hall into their booths to enjoy the view of them fucking. They fucked for a few minutes, then pulled apart, the fuckee pulled his pants up, sat on the chair and sucked on the guys dick for a couple of minutes, then gave up and left the booth. The guy that had been doing the fucking must not have cum, because he had now sat back down on the chair and was stroking furiously on his cock. So, I left my booth and crossed over to that booth. I went inside, dropped to my knees and began to suck on his 6'' uncut cock. It was rock hard and dripping lots of precum. He was sighing and moaning as I sucked him. I sucked for 4 or 5 minutes, then he whispered, "Do you have a condom"? "No, Do you"? I said. "No". " Shit! He wants to fuck. But with a condom. Damn! I go back to sucking on his cock. "I wish we had a condom", he softly said again. "Yeah. Me too. But, we don't. You can fuck me bare". There's no response from him. I'm wondering if he was fucking the other guy with a condom? The booth is too dark to see if a used condom has been tossed on the floor. I just continue to suck on him. Then he pulls me up under my arms as he stands from his chair. "Turn around. I wanna' fuck you". I turn, undo my pants and drop them to the floor. I spit on my fingers and lube my ass a bit with my spit. He also spits on my ass and slips the spit up into my hole. He spits a couple of times on his cock and lubes it up. As I bend over, he begins to press into me. He slips inside me easily. His uncut cock nearly pulls completely out of me, then lunges back in. He fucks me for about 5 minutes, before he slams deep into me, holds it there and cums in my ass. He quickly pulls out of me, pulls up his pants and leaves the booth in a whirlwind. I pull up my pants. Pull myself together and head out into the hallway. I see the guy that's just fucked me leaving the store. And a tall, heavy set young black guy is walking out of the theater and heading towards me in the arcade. I stand at the end of the arcade and wait to see where this black kid will go. If you've been reading my stories, you know that I just LOVE black dick. The kid walks down the hall of booths, checking out what he can see under the doors. He comes almost to me and goes into the 2nd to the last booth. I enter the adjoining booth, that I know shares a g/h. I drop to my knees at the g/h. He immediately steps up to the hole and feeds me an already hard 5'5" cut cock. I immediately start to work on his cock. After a few minutes of cock worship, he pulls his cock from my mouth. Stuffs it back in his pants and leaves his booth. He opens my booth door and I move to the side to allow him space to come in. He pulls his cock back out and I drop back to my knees and resume my cock worship of his beautiful black dick. I work on his beautiful black dick like a champ. I finally take a look up at him as I still have his cock in my mouth. "Yeah. Look in my eyes, while you're sucking my dick. You like my dick?" "Mhmmhmmm....nnnmm", I moan with my mouth full of his cock as I continue to look up at him and suck him. I can tell that he's turned on by my looking into his eyes at the same time that I'm worshiping his black dick. Very soon, he grabs the back of my head, pulls my head down on his cock. Forcing his dick to the back of my throat. His cock throbs as he begins to pump his load of hot cum down my throat. I milked his dick of as much cum as I could squeeze out. Then we both put ourselves back together and I left the store feeling satisfied to have several loads in my stomach and one in my ass.
    6 Points
  26. asslikker

    Owned and Trained by Mr. X

    The Serpent My eyes were closed. I wasn't asleep, only half listening to the video. I imagined what it would be like to have Duncan focused on me the way he was on Joey. I weaved my own web against the garage wall, giving up my ass in small bounces. I felt the effects of the enormous tool in me. It made me want to submit as aggressively as I could to any large assailable object. I reached around and disappointingly realized I'd only taken in a fraction of an inch. My big accomplishment was the head when Mr. X was still here. I was tired and resting like Mr. X said, lightly pushing against the dildo. I glanced up as the camera admired Duncan's body. The video filmed him at different angles, each shot more evocative than the last. A flash of his asshole, a bead of sweat running down his chest and falling from his tit. The camera worshiped him as I might worship him. Starting with his massive feet, panning up his veiny calves and boulder-like thighs. He couldn't help but flex whenever he swung the whip around his head and delivered his blow. The muscles in his legs bulged with each lunge he took toward his target. His ribs, each striation, light and shadow, expanded and contracted in his exerted breath, each time he gave Joey yet another stripe. With every blow another scream. An angry, devilish smile curled his lips. The dildo penetrated an inch. I absorbed each frame into me, swallowing the cameraman's intent, examining as the lens zoomed in on Duncan's muscular butt. With the crack of a lash his dimple deepened. He shimmered in the hot light. The camera swung around revealing a close up of his dangling balls and rising cock. The sustained act of delivering pain aroused him, and the camera caught each growth cycle, cutting back from the cries of the quivering boy and forth to his engourging manhood. I thought about his phallus in me, his hand smacking my ass with every thrust. Pressing down on the mass of hard rubber stretching my hole, I increased the urgency as Duncan thrashed his whip wildly. Joey's piercing screams from the frantic beating started to recede until he hung lifeless. With his erection at its peak, Duncan walked over to the injured sack of meat and roughly kicked the body's crumbling legs apart. He fingered the boy's hole and spit on his member. In a single thrust he pierced the lifeless boy and began his utter domination over him. The boy grunted, a small reminder that he was still mildly conscious. Duncan began ramming him relentlessly. He held onto the ropes above the quietly sobbing boy as the camera tracked down from Duncan's fierce warrior face, his flaring nostril and clenched jaw, down to the moist brown hair of his pits, following rivers of sweat running down his flexing torso. After a quick hit, I got in rhythm with Duncan's cadence. I imagined taking Duncan's invasion as I pushed against the garage wall. When he grabbed the boy's thin hips he quickened his pace and so did I. I closed my eyes, imagined I was his object, assailing me on a stage, revealing a passion we had between us to a sea of invisible observers. The poppers put me in a state where I was lost in my fantasy, pummeling myself against the instrument stretching me open. I abandoned all inhibitions with Duncan inside me. I wanted more and more, and gave up more and more. I imagined I would let him abuse me, do whatever he wanted as long as at the end he'd take me in his arms and let me surrender to him. I broke out of my musing with the feeling of an obstruction, a speed bump protruding midway down the dildo. I realized my fantasy with Duncan had allowed me to swallow half the over-sized cock. I stopped rocking and felt the enormity of the object inside. I reach between my legs and felt my dick was starting to get hard again. I tried stroking, fumbling in my mind to get back to the imagined place I was with Duncan. Duncan had taken and released his victim and had him on a bench that allowed Joey to be spread open on all fours. Joey's butt was exactly aligned with Duncan's waist, and Duncan easily slipped in to fuck him furiously. I picked up my jacking, getting harder with Duncan's every assault. "Boy!" Mr. X announced over the static of an intercom. "Keep your hands off where I can see. Sun is almost down, and we don't want you to finish before we get there." I glanced above at the yellowed newspaper, saw it glowed orange. Next to it I saw a camera. "I can tell you this—maybe you know already—this anus you stretch for me, this anus I will own, can give you an orgasm as much as your dick. Take break. Get water. See if you go any farther on the monster before we come down. But don't you cum or I make sure all you have for orgasm is your anus. I have serious interest in training you. You must be as serious." *** It came down to money: he didn't have any left. He spent the couple hundred he had from Dottie's and Coach Hubbard's parting gifts on rent, two weeks’ worth of food split with Leah, his new roommate from the Academy, and an itty, bitty bag of herb copped in the Castro. This third week in San Francisco, he was down to pocket change. Separately, Dottie and Billy, that is, Mr. Sweeney (pianist) and Mr. Saint Claire (drama teacher) from back home, and Coach Hubbard (assistant) and Coach Johansson (head), his former football coaches, each of the pairs had arranged two small funds for his summer at the acting school. The money, a hundred and a hundred twenty, respectively, was doled out in monthly installments. Dottie and Billy and the two bachelor coaches didn't know they were both funding him. It was better that way he reckoned. But even with the two funds, San Francisco was friggin' expensive. The plan was to find a part time job like he had in Knoxville, like at some big supermarket chain like a Bi-Lo he'd worked at last summer bringing in buggies, or a Food City or Walmart. His oldest sister, Katie Ann, was a pharmacist at Walmart, and Cliff, his older brother, had worked at Food City. Cliff was unemployed now and, sadly but not surprisingly, was using again. Trouble was, any supermarket anywhere near the city had five million applicants, that, or it was a small mom and pop, family run business, that, or he could barely understand the proprietor's accent or they his. And all the fast food chains paid crapola. So instead he smoked pot with Leah and played video games on her computer, or watched internet porn when she wasn't there. The internet was awesome! There were places you could go that were even stranger than what you saw on the streets of San Francisco. Crazy, like, this one time, this guy he bought his cannabis from, in this a kind of alley—there were trashcans anyway. Anyway, he saw this guy dealing and bought a dime, and there was a guy next to him crouched on all fours with a dog mask on. I shit you not! But that's not the thing. The thing he found on the internet, a seed of an idea that flipping coins in his pocket kept making him come back to, a germ of an idea he tortured himself with all week—did he, Jeremiah Tiberius Reynolds, who loved his dick—no, exalted in the Righteous Glory of his Pecker of Power—or as he called it, the Serpent—had he balls to go through with it? When he put it that way he steeled his nerve to meet the challenge. What did he have or not have the balls for? Well, see, that's the thing. One night when Leah was out, he was scanning some porn sites, and this one time he found an outrageous site where this kinda handsome older Italian guy made short video clips of smashing other guy's balls with a mallet. Or else like would crush a guy’s balls in a vice. Or one time he saw Vinnie, the guy who thought up all this insane shit, put a screw driver down this other dude's shaft and then—you must be fucking shitting me—electrocute it. Really sick shit! Sometimes the other guy wore a mask, not like a dog's mask or a clown mask or anything weird like that, but pretty creepy anyway. Stuff like a black hood with like zippers for eyes and a tube where your mouth should go, or more ordinary masks like at parties where you wear over your eyes so but the dude could still see what Vinnie was up to. But they'd be all tied up anyway and couldn't move, so what did it matter if you could see that Vinnie was attaching electrodes to your dick and balls, sometimes in the butt, too, but those ones he didn't like. The balls smashing and dick screwdrivers in the shaft clips, those ones were okay. So the site charged something like $6.95 for 15 minutes to rent any of the full-length clips you'd want, but you had to have a credit card. He didn't so he only watched the short previews. They were for free, and he didn't need more than a minute or two of clips back-to-back, if he was really edging his meat, to get off watching a guy get kicked in his pecker. Shit! He did this kind of thing with his brothers after school all the time. Not naked jerking like, but just for kicks. Even at practice with some of the guys sometimes he did that, or just like they were going to. If you got hurt and cried or anything you'd be a pussy. No one ever cried, except this little guy at school, Jessie, but Jessie wasn't all there so he was mostly let be. Mostly. Except this one time, back of the stadium. Jeremy kind of felt bad about that time. But anyway. The phone number for the site, Ball Busters, was always looking for "models." It was right there at the bottom of the screen: "Who you gonna call?" and then the phone number. Or you could use an email address application, which he'd sent on Thursday. Leah was with her girlfriend for the weekend, so when Jeremy got home from fencing class, he went online and found his email, peckerwood321—peckerwood123 had been taken—had a message. The message was from Vinnie. It said: "Hey peckerwood321, are you for real? If you are pick up the phone and call me before you chicken out. If your doing this for wack off material fuck you and get a life! Send me a picture of you naked! You don't have to show your face. I pay you good money if you let me crack your nuts or maybe something else just as good. If you let me work on you with no mask I'll pay you even more money. You have to be 18 or under 35 and in decent shape. Call me now. Vinnie." Jeremy paced all over the apartment. He had a bowl of Wheaties for dinner and used up the rest of the milk. Leah'd be pissed because she liked milk in her morning tea, but, Sweet Jesus! he thought rubbing his hands excitedly, maybe he'd have money by Sunday and he'd buy a quart of milk before she got back. He crunched the rest of his cereal in front of the screen. He was starting to jack off looking at a few new clips. Vinnie was hot. Looked like he was an ex-marine like Coach Johansson but dark and Italian. Jar head, pecs better than his, but he had more ripped abs than Vinnie, but Vinnie's biceps were bigger, but his triceps stood out more. So he froze the frame and pretty much jacked off studying Vinnie till he almost came. Crap! If he came he wouldn't do it. It was tempting to cum when Vinnie came on screen. Vinnie would torture a guy’s nuts, jacking himself and the other guy. Most of the time he and the other guy would cum but he had to hit the guy a lot of times before he, Vinnie, got off. If the other guy came too, well, good for him. But the video always had Vinnie shooting all over the other guy. He put his bowl in the sink and rinsed it looking out the window. The kitchen was on the side of the building and looked at another kitchen across the way. A blonde guy was doing the dishes and an Asian guy came up behind him and wrapped his arms around the blonde guy. Jeremy poured a glass of water and picked up the kitchen wall phone. He dialed the number for the site. He had it memorized. There were two rings and on the third it was interrupted by a phone machine: "This is Vinnie. Leave your phone number and I'll hit you back. Be sure to tell me what site you're calling about." It beeped but Jeremy wasn't ready, so started babbling, "Hello, Vinnie, my name is Jeremy Reyn—um, Jeremy, and here's my number." He gave it to him and quickly hung up. He thought for a minute, then dialed the number again. After the recording Jeremy said, "This is Jeremy again. I don't have a picture I can send you. I have a headshot but I would have to give it to you in person. It's not naked or anything but my shirt's off and if I gave it to you in person you could see what I look like. I could take off my pants so you could see that too." He paused for a second, then added, "I've got a big dick and huge balls." He thought for a second longer knowing this was a long shot. "And I used to kick my brothers in the balls and they kicked me too, in the balls." He was going to hang up but one more thought occurred to him. "I wanna use a mask, not the one with zippers, but just the eye kind. Good bye." What had he done? He felt his heart leaping out of his chest. What if his father or brothers saw him? But his family didn't even have the internet. The family phone was the old rotary kind. Coach Johansson had the internet. He might see the site. He didn't think Coach Hubbard had the internet, he was older, but because they both lived in the same apartment complex, and were always at each other's places all the time, Coach Hubbard probably looked at Coach Johansson's internet. He knew Dottie and Bobby had it. They each had the own AOL accounts. Dottie was the one who first showed him dirty picture you could find. The first ones he saw Dottie kept in a folder labeled Celebrity Photos on his computer. They were supposed to be real celebrities, but really they were celebrities who's heads were pasted on other naked men. He thought it was funny seeing Tom Cruise's head put on a man that had a big 'ol dick. Yeah, sure! But then other times when Dottie was cooking and Billy wasn't home yet, he saw things that he couldn't believe. Boys doing things and girls doing things he thought were sinful and wrong, but stirred the Serpent anyway! He hadn't come across men doing painful things to other men like Vinnie's site. That he discover only when he got to the city and got to spend a lot of time surfing when Leah wasn't home. He did, though, come across girls peeing on men, men peeing on girls, and boys putting their hand in each other's butts. Some dog stuff with both sexes. He didn't like those. He like dogs, like Dukey back home. But then the phone rang and he just about shit a brick! Should he answer? Don't be a pussy, he told himself. He picked it up really quick. "Hello?" "Is this Jeremy Ren." "Yes, Sir. Is this Vinnie from the internet?" "You got it. Jeremy," Vinnie paused, "you from the south or something." "Yes, Sir, I am." "And you got a big dick and big balls? How big a dick?" "About twelve inches. That's when I'm hard." Vinnie whistled. "Well, that's big. Not the biggest I've seen in my line of work. You didn't say what site this was for. You sound young. Is this for Daddy-Oh? "Well, sir, I'm twenty next month. And this is for Ball Busters." Jeremy heard paper being ripped from a notebook and the sound of Vinnie scribbling. "So, Jeremy. What do you look like?" "Well, I lift weights, and was a tight end receiver this last year. I'm five eleven. What else? I got brown hair--it's kinda long right now 'cuz I was Tarzan--and blue eyes." "Hmm, okay, sounds good. Tarzan huh? You like girls or you like guys, Jeremy?" Geez, no one had ever straight out asked that question before. He didn't want to talk about all the stuff he did with his coach or Mr. Saint Claire or Jeannette. It was too complicated. "Well, sir," he said, "I guess I like both. Is that okay?" "Sure it's okay, buddy." Jeremy heard a cigarette being lit. Vinnie exhaled. "So, can you meet me right now?" "Uh, right now? I guess I can. Where?" "There's a liquor store on Van Ness and 21st. Meet me in front and I'll take you to my studio. You sound nervous. Don't be. We're just gonna talk. You call all the shots, sport." That made Jeremy feel a little better. He realized he'd wrapped the phone cord around his non-phone hand so hard his fingers were numb. "Okay. I can probably get there in twenty minutes. Van Ness and 21st. That's in the Mission, right?" "You got it, sport. Oh, what are you wearing?" "Right now? A tee shirt and underwear." On the other end of the line Vinnie let out a deep masculine laugh. That also made Jeremy feel better, although he got embarrassed catching now what Vinnie meant. "I'll have on jeans." "Great! Jeans and a tee shirt. Very distinctive. Hey, could you wear a chain or something so I can pick you out?" Jeremy thought a second. "I've got a hat, a white one?" "A fuckin' cowboy hat, all Midnight Cowboy and shit. Love it." "Yes, Sir." He was suddenly beaming. His favorite movie of all time, and Vinnie mentioned it! Maybe he might even like Vinnie. It's not like he knew a lot of people. Maybe they'd be friends. He was sure as hell hot enough naked in the clips. "Oh, one thing. You aren't on any drugs are you?" "No, sir," he lied. Well, just a little. Pot was hardly a drug where he came from. Unlike his older brother, he stay far away from Oxy and H, he thought to hisself. And besides he only took a couple of hits when he first got home. It was now almost eight. He hardly felt buzzed at all. Maybe a little paranoid but that could be because of this phone call. Maybe he would put a doobee in his wallet just in case. Vinnie might be all righteous in your face about drugs and did them anyway. He was kind of like that to his little brothers and sister. A lot of people were like that. Didn't make them bad. Just made them people, Coach Johansson would say when they would light up on his couch in off season, watching sports and whatnot. There was a long pause. "Jeremy, I think I'm going to like working you over." "That'd be swell, Sir. I think I'd like that too. I'll see you in a little while. By now." The phone clicked off. He stood up, went to his room and put on his jeans and boots. He looked at himself in the mirror. His cowboy hat was up in the closet. He put it on and adjusted it just the way he liked. Cocky, a little concealing his eyes, sexy, afraid of nothing and no one. He talked to himself like John Voight did in Midnight Cowboy. "Okay, here's the deal. You could take him if'n you needed to. He might look all tough and all but, dang it, you've taken guys bigger than him on. Member that transfer, Wilson Shafton last year in home room?" He leaned on the dresser and stared hard in the mirror at his own blue eyes. "You need the money, see, and you're going to get the money. You hear me? However you need to get it. And that's what." He pushed off the dresser, swaggered to the bedroom door, spun around and shot his finger at his reflection like he was shooting hisself. He gathered his keys and put a joint in the wallet. He struggled with the door key to get it in the lock. His hand was shaking badly. He finally clicked the lock, and bounded down the stairs two at a time like this was nothing. Leaving his building he pinned the envelope that had his Tarzan headshot in under his arm and slid his hands in his pocket. They was still shaking when he rounded the corner into the night. *** Jeremiah Tiberius Reynolds loved his cock, or as he called it, the Serpent. He loved its feel, its texture, its color—just a shade darker than his suntan skin. He loved its bulbous head, the length of its shaft, the girth the same size as the mushroom head, all the veins that swirled around it, especially the large protruding vein running down the top. He loved his balls, too, maybe not as much as the Serpent, but still he loved them. Ever since his older brother showed him what the Serpent could do, he gotten off with it every day, any place where he could find ten minutes of privacy. JT Reynolds hated his cock, or maybe it was more fear, or more disgust, or maybe the evil temptation that came with it. "JT," his truck salesman father would yell, pounding the door, "get outta that bathroom right now. The devil has sway over boys who want too much privacy, and your sisters need their time before the bus comes." "One minute!" he answered, and that's about as much time as it took. The Serpent ruled him. It made him experiment with temptation. He discovered playing with his balls made him ejaculate harder. It brought him to touch his butthole more than once laying in bed while he three brothers breathed heavy in their sleep. It was the Serpent that one time put the thought in his head, to stay in the shower long after his teammates left, with the touted league-winning Coach Johansson and Coach Hubbard lingering in their office, after the staff had gone home. The coaches, single men both, sitting behind the glass among the silent trophies. Coach Johansson, handsome, fit, square-jawed, sun-blond hair, broad shouldered, and as straight as can be, brought him a towel during the still-hot afternoon, telling Coach Hubbard JT probably forgot a towel. Coming upon JT and his gigantic weapon fully armed he initially feigned embarrassment. And thirty seconds later shower off, knees wet, JT got his first blow job. It might have been Coach Hubbard in the shadows, maybe just a trick of the eye when he came in Coach Johansson's mouth. No one ever mentioned anything afterward. He'd let his one and only high school girlfriend, Jeannette, touch it on one of their drive-in movie date. She was repulsed and offended, but somehow let a wrist fall in his lap when they were alone on occassion. His father made sure that wasn't often. The beast responded to her touch, but it was Coach Johansson and even Coach Hubbard, who just by being around the corner, in their office, warm water running over the single-minded reptile when it would spring, all on its own, to life. There were no more accidental encounters with the rugged, scruff-face, Johansson, with Hubbard living in the shadows—for sin in this neck of the woods, especially with a teenager, especially a teen football player that everyone thought was maybe too pretty anyway, was punishable by firing, expulsion, public humiliation, banishment and probably much, much worse. The bachelors were beyond discreet—they were celibate. In their actions anyway. In senior year Jeannette got JT to audition for the winter musical, The Music Man. Though JT couldn't hold a tune in a mason jar, or twist his waist in any recognizable manner on the dance floor, he could rap words and he could march in a straight line. He got the lead. Jeannette got chorus. His director, Mr. Saint Claire, worked hard with JT. Mr. Saint Claire's roommate and musical accompanist, Mr. Sweeney, together worked JT late into the night, often driving him home. Mr. Sweeney would sit in the backseat, behind Mr. Saint Claire, and reminisce about his years as a hair stylist on Broadway, and Mr. Saint Claire would shush him and put on a Judy Garland cassette. Dottie would ponder out-loud, whatever led him to this backwoods country, without even cable for goodness sake, he could just not imagine. The volume nob then went higher. JT found them a funny pair, until this one night, a week before opening, when JT forgot his lyrics for the umpteenth time. Mr. Sweeney threw up his hands and stormed off, yelling back at the stage, "It's 'P'—'P' for heaven sake—'P' stands for 'pool'! 'B' stands for nothing!" Mr. Sweeney swayed getting to the gym door. "'B' stand for bubkes! for beefcake! for banjo-playing hillbillies! for Billy!" Mr. Sweeney screamed up to the klieg lights. They found him later in the car drinking out of his flask. As usual, he sat behind Mr. Saint Claire on the drive to JT's house. After fifteen minutes of silence, Mr. Sweeney capped his flask and unleashed on his roomie. Did he know how in love Mr. Saint Claire was with him, what a handsome stud JT was, how JT could have any girl or—ominously—any man he wanted. So why did he have to have Billy? "Who's Billy?" JT asked, flummoxed. "He, him," Mr. Sweeney said, pointing a finger at the driver. "Dotty, shut it," said Mr. Saint Claire. "Dotty?" JT asked, pointing to the back seat. Mr. Saint Claire confirmed, "Douglas," and popped in a Barbara Streisand tape. At the next rehearsal the library lady, Mrs. DeWitt, took over on the piano. The Music Man was a hit! JT was a hit—although Mr. Saint Claire convinced JT to use his regular name 'Jeremy Reynolds' in the playbill. At the final cast party, on the director's couch, Mr. Saint Claire opined, "Jeremiah would be little over the top, I would say, but Jeremy Reynolds—it’s the name of a 50s movie star, don't you think, Dottie?" Dottie had no opinion. He rose from the couch and said he'd bring out the remaining bean dip and Doritos. There was a long pause, people were starting to leave. Jeremy Reynolds attempted to break the silence. "I never had champagne before, Mr. Saint Claire. Is it always pink?" asked Jeremy. "Only in the better places," sneered Mr. Saint Claire. Mr. Saint Claire wanted to change the subject. "JT, I mean Jeremy," he said, displaying all his teeth, "what do you think if for the spring we put on Tarzan?" "That's a play?" asked Jeremy. "Well, it's a musical I've been working on with Dottie, and I think, we think, you'd be terrific as the Ape Man of the Jungle. It has a monkey chorus, Jane as your romantic lead, and you'd swing from cardboard tree to cardboard tree. What do you think?" "I love Tarzan!" Jeremy pounded his chest excitedly, drunk, going 'Oo-oo-oo!' "This one time," he confided privately, though the last guests were in the kitchen with Dottie," I got a boy doll Tarzan for Christmas, from aunt Aggie in Charlotte, but it got took. I don't know who took it, but I think it was my daddy." Thinking back on the muscular plastic toy he clung to in bed, feeling its plastic chest and no weener, the Serpent turned. Dottie ushered out the last of the guests and swept back through the room. "I didn't bother with the dip. I'm going to bed. I'll clean up in the morning. Can you drive the music man home?" "Of course I can. I only had two glasses of champagne," protested Mr. Saint Claire. "Four, but no one counted. You feel safe with Mr. Saint Claire, sugar?" Mr. Sweeney asked Jeremy with a double-edge of concern. "Course he does. Finish your drink, mister, and we'll go." In the car Mr. Saint Claire put on the Bee Gee's Saturday Night Fever cassette singing along with them. His arm swung as much as it could in the small VW. "Ah-ah-ah, stayin alive-ive-ive!" "There's my house, Mr. Saint Claire." All the lights were off, the street deserted. "So how about it, Tarzan." Mr. Saint Claire pulled the break, reached over and put his hand on Jeremy's thigh. Since the boy didn't flinch, he unzipped Jeremy's worn out corduroys. Jeremy helped him slip them over his knees. Mr. Saint Claire reached inside his boxers and let out a 'whoa!' He pulled out the Serpent which sprang out of Jeremy's shorts. Mr. Saint Claire lowered his head and within two minutes Jeremy came in his mouth. Mr. Saint Claire said, gasping for air, "I think we're going to need a bigger loincloth." *** Vinnie was already there, smoking, leaning on the bricks when he arrived. He took a long drag on his Marlboro, offered up the pack to Jeremy, who waved off the offer but thanked him anyway. Vinnie took one more hit and tossed the butt in the street. He was silhouetted from the light out of the liquor store and made an imposing figure to Jeremy. They were about the same size but Vinnie was at least ten years older and thirty years more jaded. He wore a grey tank top that had "PIG" stenciled across the chest, black jeans, studded belt, and black leather boots. Jeremy caught that his jaw was repeatedly clenching and jutting from side to side. He'd seen that many times with the friends his brother hung out with. Maybe Vinnie was nervous, though, he thought trying to fool himself. Vinnie lit another cigarette and nodded for Jeremy to follow. "So, which site was it again?" Vinnie said, as Jeremy quickened his pace to stride along side him. "Ball Busters. I sure do like that site." "Why's that? Jeffrey, right?" "Jeremy. You can call me JT if'n you want." "I can?" Vinnie changed into an Aw-Shucks voice. "Well that's a might neighborly of you." Jeremy stopped, his back up. "You got something against the south?" Vinnie sized him up. "Nah," he chuckled, waving away the threat. "Specially if the southerner's packing a twelve inch long horn. Where you from, cowboy." They started walking again down the street again. "Little town right outta Knoxville. You from here?" "Jersey, by way of Oakland. But been here a long time. Discharged in Oakland many moons ago. So you like my site, huh? It’s still coming together but it pays very good coin." Jeremy nodded vigorously. They went quiet. A little farther down the street Vinnie picked up again. "So what’re you into, sport? Fisting, saline, bi, orgies, daddies, sounds, what?" Passing a street light the older man looked at Jeremy's face. The kid was obviously embarrassed. "Don’t know, Sir. I've been sucked off a couple of times, once by my coach, and once by my acting teacher, and, like I said, my brothers and me used to fool around kicking each other in the nuts. That's about it. Right now I'm looking for money. Your site said you'd pay good if'n I let you kick me in the nuts." "An acting teacher and coach, huh?" Vinnie left it in the air without comment. "So you never fucked nobody? A girl or this acting teacher?" Jeremy shook his head. "Well, Jeremy, just so you know, I don't suck no cocks and I don't fuck nobody neither. That cool with you?" Jeremy agreed it was. Vinnie used the butt of his cigarette to light another one. "Sure you don't want one?" Jeremy took one out of Vinnie's pack, lit it from Vinnie's cigarette. Coughed. "I pay fifty bucks to video abusing you, seventy-five without a mask. If you dig Daddy-Oh I'd give you a hundred but there's no mask for that, and we'd have to arrange to bring in one of the regular daddies. It's without condoms, if you're cool with that." Jeremy frowned. They stopped in front of a warehouse. "Well, this is it. Game, cowboy?" It was an industrial building that looked deserted. When they were inside, there wasn't even a light, but only a ghostly greenish light from the exit sign. Vinnie led them to the elevator. There was a lock instead of a button. Vinnie put in his key, turned it and the doors opened. He flipped on a switch inside and bright fluorescent blinked on behind a grungy plastic ceiling grate. Vinnie pushed 8. The doors closed and they started to climb. "So, what, you're a virgin or something?" Jeremy tried to sound experienced. "Well, two blow jobs. And my girlfriend gave me a handjob once." "Nah, kid, don't get me wrong. That's a good thing for this gig. The public likes first timers. But a good looking stud like you, what, first thing you want me to do is kick you in the nuts? You wouldn't want even a daddy suck you off? Maybe lay you or something?" "Well, I wouldn't mind if you put a screwdriver in my pecker." Vinnie laughed. "Aw, buddy, I think that's a little advanced for you. Let's just start off slow and see where that takes you. Okay, last stop. Housewares, linens, ball smashing." When the doors opened there was a security gate that Vinnie had to unlock and slide open before they could get in. Jeremy was looking through the gate. The room was illuminated in the blue glow of a bank of monitors. Each monitor had screen savers randomly ricocheting around on the screens. Once Vinnie got the door open, Jeremy wandered over to look at all of them, set down his hat on one, and studied the random photos bouncing around. Fisting, sling fucks, tits clamps, blow jobs, men peeing on men, extra-long rods going in men's pee holes. The Serpent was definitely stirring. "Video editing. I got this smart old perv that helps me with my sites, hooked me up for commerce, and showed me this editing software. I'm ready to dump him. But, I don't know, he also comes over if I want an extra pair of hands, either to move around the cameras or help me work over a guy." He switched a breaker switch on the wall next to the monitors and the dark room lit up warmly. It was like being on a sound stage, well, it was a sound stage of a sort. There was the black wall that Vinnie chained guys to and kick and punch their nuts, there was the table with all the eye hooks to bind a guy down so they couldn't budge while he did stuff to them, and there, hotly lit by four yellow klieg lights, was the famous bed with the leopard print and the pile of tiger pillows, where Vinnie would tie up guys, spread eagle. Jeremy lost his sense of fear and now only felt wonderment. He strolled over and ran his hand along the felt material and tested the fee;. It was real, not the internet. He was entranced. The whole floor was like magic. Not scary like he thought. Big, open, kind of like a stage. It even had that dusty stage smell. Even the dark corners cast spells. He wished he lived here, had this much room. It was expansive. He'd never seen a space so big. Not the cold storage room of the Bi-Lo, but real warm, lit brighter than reality. Even with the bed and monitors it hardly made a dent in the room's size. A kitchen area was in the corner and a couch and chair by the front windows. He really liked this place, and wanted to make a good impression on Vinnie. "Vinnie," he started, unsure if he should take the next step, "you want to smoke a doobee. I brought a joint in case you wanted to." "Aw, dude, I'm disappointed. I thought you didn't do drugs." Jeremy couldn't tell if VInnie was being sarcastic. "Only pot. I did coke with my brother, but it's expensive." "You're not fucking kidding. Mm-kay, you twisted my arm. So, you bring your headshot or what?" Vinnie pointed to a yellow envelope Jeremy had been clutching tight under his arm since they met. "C'mon, sit." He pointed to the kitchen table stashed in the corner. Next to it sat a bench with a hot plate, toaster oven and a small refrigerator. "Wanna beer?" Vinnie waved to his fridge. "If you’re having one. Thank you kindly." He sat at the table and slid his envelope over to Vinnie. Vinnie came out of the fridge with two beers and smacked them down on the table. Opening the manila envelope, he pulled out the photo. Jeremy as Tarzan, the Ape Man. He slid the lighter over to Jeremy. “What’s this? A skirt?” Jeremy lit the joint, took a drag and, a little offended but also hurt, handed the joint over to Vinnie. “I’m Tarzan. That’s my loincloth.” Vinnie laughed, not at Jeremy, but how hot he suddenly realized the kid was. And the loincloth was exceptionally small for such a large hunk. “You acted in a whole play in this.” He took a long drag and passed it back. Vinnie took a long time examining the studly boy's physique. He'd seen lots of pictures like this in vintage model books but this was the genuine article. No pretense in that broad handsome face. Pure innocence, a huge, perfect smile, and nowhere near a pansy faker. "It was a musical my teacher wrote, but they gave most of my songs to the lead gorilla. And one song they changed at the last minute to Jane’s. The school didn't exactly go hog wild over the show, but we did sell out every night for three weekends.” Vinnie held up the glossy with Jeremy wearing a loincloth shorter than any of the short-shorts the Village People ever wore. “I bet you sold out. Bet a lot of repeat customers, too." He toked several times on the joint. "You are a very brave man, Jeremy Ren.” "Jeremy who?” “I thought you were Jeremy Ren. Isn’t that what you said on the phone?” “Oh, I recon I didn't want to say my whole name to a stranger. My name’s Jeremiah Reynolds, but I don't want to use my real name if we do this.” Vinnie stubbed out the half-finished joint against his wet beer can. "I'm sorry, sport, but this is dirt weed. I've got some stash that's gonna kick you country ass." He went to the leopard bed and pulled out a drawer under it and took out one of his own joints. Jeremy slammed his hand on the kitchen table feeling justified. "I knew y'all wasn't all up tight about herb." Vinnie smirked, put his hands up, caught red handed. “They for real call you Jeremiah back home, seriously?” He brought the joint back to the kitchen table, sat looking over the eye candy in front of him. He didn't know how he was going to use him, but use him he would. “Well, they used to call me JT, but Mr. Saint Claire said I should use Jeremy Reynolds for the stage.” “That your acting teacher, the one that blew you, Saint Claire?" Jeremy nodded. Vinnie lit the joint. "How about JT Wren?" he said handing the joint to Jeremy. "Sounds butch, don't it?" Jeremy started toking away on the new joint. He looked at the ceiling lights then over at the bed. He smiled and starting nodding his head. “So, JT, let’s see that twelve inch trout you’ve been bragging about all night.” “Okay.” Without another word Jeremy undid his jeans and let them and his boxers drop to the floor. He fluffed up the Serpent and presented himself to Vinnie. Vinnie rocked back in his kitchen chair and gave out a low whistle. "And that's not even hard," said Jeremy. Vinnie shot up and went over to his video editing table and got his Polaroid camera. “Take off your tee shirt, buddy. Mind if I snap a few?” Jeremy shrugged his shoulders and stripped off his tee. He flexed a bit for Vinnie. He didn't mind at all, in fact, he liked being looked at and having his picture took. Vinnie grabbed at his own crotch freeing up his own serpent. He took a couple of Polaroids circling Jeremy. Front, side, back, close up butt, close up cock. “Mm-kay, cowboy, lift your Johnson and show me your nutsack." Jeremy swung his extra large bag of rocks. He was good at following direction like this. Kinda getting into it. His Johnson kinda getting into it too, from Vinnie's point of view. "Mm-kay, you better put 'em back on now.” A little disappointed, Jeremy pulled up his pants. He decided, though, to leave his tee shirt off. Vinnie took back his joint. "Good, huh?" He took a couple of short puffs and then one long drag and held it. "I recon I never had weed this good before. Hits ya quick, don't it?" He was leaning back in his kitchen table chair, arms clasped behind his head, trying to show off the little bit of dark brown bush he had. He was really feeling comfortable now. "I tell ya', Vinnie, I was nervous as a long tail cat in a room full of rocking chair fore I got here tonight. Now I'm as happy as a puppy with two peckers." After a second processing what the kid said, Vinnie exploded smoke through his nose and gave a wail of a coughing laughter. He couldn't stop. He banged his head on the table. Jeremy, smiling innocently, said, "Wha'?" "Dude," he said, passing back the joint, "did you really just say that?" "Say what?" Jeremy giggled. "I recon I did at that. But I mean—shit, dude, this is best dope I ever met. Makes me horny as a goat." "You got that right, cowboy. How bout we get in the saddle and we do a little catch and release." Jeremy couldn't wait to drop his drawers again. He excitedly undid his pants, dropped it all and ran over to the bed. He felt overcome with happiness and jumped up to a pole hang from the ceiling that held two klieg light. Between the lights he started doing pull ups. Vinnie watched him, imagined what he wanted to do with him, this virgin's first night. Nothing too extreme or he'd never come back. At twenty pull ups Jeremy dropped. "That weren't no regular joint. Now c'mon and admit it. I know drugs and that had more than plain ol' weed in it. Lil' angel in it?" "Caught me again. It's laced with T." "Crystal?" Jeremy frowned. "I smoked some clouds once and was up by myself all night. Swore I'd never do it again." "We'll that's because you was alone, bro. I'm here, and you and me, we can stay up all night if we feel like it. Do things. Anything you like, bro. You just tell Vinnie." "Like puttin' a screw driver down my Serpent." "Well," Vinnie pondered, "how's about we start off with maybe a small sound. C'mon, get on this bed you nut job. I'll show you what that's like." Jeremy ran over and jumped on the bed, leapt back on the plush tiger pillows and spread his arms and legs out wide awaiting the cuffs he'd seen so often. With Jeremy wiggling in bed, Vinnie stripped in front of the attentive kid. Vinnie untied his shoes and placed his socks inside them. He took off his PIG shirt, revealing his strong, hairy chest. He rubbed a hand casually through the thick black forest that covered his flat belly and went right up and over his shoulders. He, too, then jumped up on the bar that held the overhead lights and did a couple of pull up to show off himself. He had a lot more hair everywhere especially his pits than Jeremy, and his knew his crotch was also a dark hairy jungle, not like the kid's who he suspected manicured the little that he had—not that that was a bad thing, far from it. Vinnie dropped to the floor and undid his leather pants, let them fall and stepped out of them. He flashed a Cheshire cat smile to Jeremy and teased his five-day old dirty underwear down bit by bit till they too were on the floor. He then picked them up and snapped the waistband and shot the briefs squarely into Jeremy's face. He wagged his own not-so-unsubstantial Johnson, slapping the semi-hardon sided to side. He strolled over casually—he wouldn't spook him—but Jeremy was oblivious enjoying himself to the hilt. He was so excited he rolled back and forth on the bed that he'd only seen before on a small monitor. Vinnie began the descent of talking young boy's down, getting them to relax. "Mm-kay, partner. You saw the videos. I gotta first get you hooked up to the bed like this." He took one of the cuffs and reached out for Jeremy's large paws. He put it in the fur lined cuff and locked it to the side of the bed. Jeremy looked more excited than scared. Vinnie found he was talking to a frisky but, so far, cooperative colt, putting out a hand as he circled the bed. "It's okay, cowboy, we don't do anything you don't wanna do. Mm-kay?" Jeremy nodded eagerly. Vinnie secured his other arm. Vinnie then climbed naked over Jeremy making sure his dark hairy balls brushing over Jeremy's hairless abdomen. Jeremy bucked up surprised and over-stimulated. "Can I touch 'em?" Jeremy begged. "Sure buddy. But remember we start off slow." "I know, I know." Vinnie positioned himself so Jeremy could feel up his very furry low-hangers. Rolling Vinnie's balls gently around like a soft sack of eggs, Jeremy spoke as if he was reading from a script, "Not till the end, then we crush each other's balls. Look at my dick. Look at my dick, is what you say." "That's right, sport. Now your leg." Jeremy swung out a leg for Vinnie to cuff him. "Well, we'll see what we want to do as we go along. Right now, I'm going to cuff your other leg and then show you what a sound in your dick feels like." Vinnie worked quickly while in a side-ways glance he watched Jeremy magnum phallus rise to an extreme length. Fuck, he was going to make a fortune off this boy. Once secured, Vinnie slid himself across Jeremy's chest again to get to another drawer under the bed where he kept his set of sounds and lube. He loved feeling his hairy crotch on top of Jeremy broad chest. The kid was maybe as big as him but was completely smooth. It made his dick twitch while he slid back with his sounds in hand. The boy responded to his touch with abandon, pushing up his body to be felt everywhere he could. Vinnie ran his palms and his knuckles up and down the kid's torso. He was as close to a god as you could get, but still a wild animal waiting to be broken. He'd start with the colt's most prominent feature and improvise from there. He grabbed Jeremy hardened cock, lubed a small sound and squeezed some lube into Jeremy piss slit. The kid arched to the ceiling. "Calm down, buddy, we haven't even started yet." "Okay, Sir. It was just cold." Vinnie placed the tip of the rod over the slit opening and let it slide down a quarter of an inch. "Shit, shit. Take it out." Vinnie did, cocking an eye at Jeremy. "That felt so weird." "It's supposed to, sport. This ain't regular blow job sex. You just lie back, close your eyes." He took the sound again and placed it at the opening. He just inserted the tip before Jeremy jumped again begging for it to be taken out. "Should I start with the electric screwdriver then?" Vinnie asked, with a hint of anger and dripping sarcasm. Jeremy looked at Vinnie unhappily, shook his head and gritted his teeth. "Okay, Jeremy, this won't hurt, but it is going to feel extremely weird. But trust me it won't hurt. I'm going to use a lot of lube." Jeremy nodded his head trying to look brave. Vinnie lubed the slit liberally, put the sound again to the tip and let it slide in. Jeremy stiffened as it went down his chute. About three inches down he uncontrollably began bucking. "Please, stop, stop!" he shouted, but he bucked the sound slipped out of Vinnie's hand and it began it's natural descent from it's own weight. He thrashed from side to side, begging Vinnie to remove it. "Sweet Jesus. Holy fuck! Make it stop!" he cried. The rod was long but not a long as Jeremy's cock. It had disappeared down his shaft. Vinnie could feel it in there but with Jeremy jumping around he had no way to pull out the sound. "You have to stop or I can't help you," Vinnie tried to calmly explain. Jeremy tried to relax, felt it buried deep and so unnaturally. He tried as much as he could to accept the sensation. By a few deep breaths he was able to live with the feeling. In another few seconds he became less frenzied, almost willing to have it within him though he wasn't liking it. His cock softened just a bit but it was enough to stroke it down and have the sound's head reappear. Vinnie used his discarded underwear to grab the slippery tip and slowly, gently pull it out. "Oh, Sir," Jeremy pleaded, "I can't do this." "Course you can, cowboy. Just like riding a horse." Vinnie really liked the kid but maybe he was right. He just might be too wild to control. Then as he thought the night might slip through his hands, a thought popped in his head as he brushed Jeremy hard body with his impossibly soft skin. "So, JT. A lot of this takes time to get used to. And you look like Mr. Serpent is into it coming back to life so quick." Indeed, Vinnie noted he was stiffer than when they even started. "There is a short cut," he proffered, seeing what the boy's reaction might be. Jeremy, too, looked like he ached for the night not to be over "If you like the T-laced joint I know you'll love this, and you'll be surprised at how calm you'll get. Really nice and mellow after a fantastic initial rush. You won't believe how good it is." He reached in back of himself, and took a leather gag and ball from a bed drawer, and put it in Jeremy's mouth. The kid didn't resist. He was afraid with the next part he would. He secured the strap behind the boy's shaggy head. It was difficult to speak. Beneath the ball in his mouth he was able to get out "Okay, Sir." Vinnie pulled the strap taut. "Yep, 'Okay, Sir' is the magic word." Vinnie went around and secured the restraints much tighter. He saw Jeremy was forcing himself to relax and getting comfortable again on the leopard bed, though still he was a little anxious. He soon wouldn't be. He went back to his dresser and pulled out a rig and a spoon. He put some white powder in the spoon, added a bit of water and heated it up. Jeremy was watching him like a hawk, but surprisingly said nothing. His cock was dripping pre-cum, the veins looking like they might explode. Vinnie made sure the mixture had entirely dissolved, put a cotton ball in it, and loaded one of the points. He then set up two camera, one close up on Jeremy cock and the other one further back, a two shot that would capture him and Jeremy together. He glanced at the cowboy hat on the editing monitor and brought it over and set it on Jeremy's head. He tapped the side of the rig, looked over at the video monitors to make sure everything was right. In the drawer he found a rubber hose and tied it around the boy's outstretched muscular arm. He told Jeremy as he searched for a good vein, "I might you join a little later but right now let's concentrate on popping your cherry, or cherries." He tapped Jeremy's arm to bring out a vein. Jeremy flipped over forearm his displaying to Vinnie the largest protruding vein he had. Vinnie was surprised and broke into his Cheshire cat grin again. "Not your first rodeo, is it, cowboy." Jeremy looked up at him stoically, and shook his head. Vinnie stuck the vein, saying, "Now tell me if this burns." He gave Jeremy the entire contents without protest. "Yesss, oh fuck yesss, take it, go with it," he coached the boy, stroking his forehead, as he saw the change come over him. There was a bead of blood where he withdrew the needle. Vinnie bent over and licked it, the last thing Jeremy saw before his head sank into the tiger pillows. The boy was gone. The body alive for anything he wanted to do. Vinnie grabbed another set of sounds, a little different than the first. They were extremely thin as wires but had an octagonal bit at the end. While the boy was flying on his bed, he lubed it and inserted the bit in Jeremy's pee slit, letting it slide all the way in. Jeremy gasped and his Serpent jerked in Vinnie's hand. Once it settle in, Vinnie began twisting it in the depth of the Serpent. Only physically in the room his body trembled and swiveled his hips on the sound receiving sensation that were not natural to a body. Vinnie assisted him in intensifying the sensation by swiveling the Serpent around, drawing gasps and spasms in the body on his bed. Jeremy's abdomen shook in shock, trying to absorb the intensity of his internal forced extra-sensitivity. Vinnie wanted to exacerpate and build on what Jeremy was feeling. He took out another sound, greased it and entered it into Jeremy's urethra letting it join its brother in its descent. From far off somewhere deep in his brain Jeremy let out a cry of agony and satisfaction. He squirmed even harder in Vinnie strong hand. Vinnie took the two ends and began pulling them up and down within the kid's shaft. He felt the bits together with his fingers and ran then along the outside, following the internal motion up and down. "Better than a screwdriver, ain't it kid?" Jeremy was too far gone for words but present enough in body enough to rock his member in Vinnie's hand. "One more?" Vinnie offered. He expected no answer and inserted a third. A hissing, sucking sound came out from behind the gag. Whimpers of euphoria gave over to heavy moans of overloaded stimulation as Vinnie, unrelenting, violently stroked his shaft with a ever-tightening grip. He could feel Jeremy stiffening and coming up against his first climax of the night. Vinnie gently extracted the sounds, mouthed Jeremy's mushroom head, and deep throated him down to the tuft of clipped hair sprouting from his groin. Jeremy forced out some unintelligible words trying to make them escape from the gag, trying to form thoughts out of his spinning mind. He didn't know if they were words of damnation or gratitude. If there existed words that were both, those would be the words. They fell on deaf ears as Vinnie was lost worshiping the newest offered phallus. It wasn't the first time Jeremy felt the rush from a needle. He had his brother to thank for that. But it was one of the best. This time, though, a blow job wouldn't be the end of the encounter like the two he had—or third through hundredth if you counted the incestuous affair he long had with his brother Cliff. In his mind he was cascading far from where he started. He would be wise to cherish this ride tonight, the rush of bliss flowing from the Serpent's head to the farthest reaches of the world. There weren't that many more remaining.
    6 Points
  27. Going to breed some dirty hole tomorrow.
    6 Points
  28. versbbguy

    How I Got Pozzed

    Here's a 2nd chapter ... Over the course of a few days PandB added 11 more unmedicated poz loads to my neg ass. We were lying in bed having recovered from load # 1, the room smelled like sex. It felt oddly intense lying there with his body next to mine – my ass finally holding one of his detectable loads. This isn’t us talking about what we were going to do, this is us having done it and the real possibility of me being infected with HIV. I chased for a long time, but now I might actually be poz. I felt excited, scared, crazy, sweaty, tired and a bit nauseous all at the same time thinking about it. I’m not sure how much time went by but it didn’t seem that long. I feel him rubbing his cock against my hip, without so much as a word, I know he’s ready for round two. He wants to infect me. He wants me HIV+ with his strain. We look at each other and we kiss, I feel his cock leaking and I want it. We don’t need to discuss this and without words I turn over so that my vulnerable neg hole is now exposed and ready for that raw cock. I want him – I hope this is how most HIV-negative bottoms become HIV-positive. He rubs his cock in the crack of my ass, kissing my neck ... "Feel that, Daddy?”, he says playfully, “Feel your son's diseased cock about to stuff your hole full?”, I don’t say anything. “I’m gonna fill you full of toxic POZ seed Dad, ... that's what you want isn't it? “, I remain quiet letting him go on. “Loads of your son's dirty cum flooding that neg ass, right?", finally I can’t help myself, “Oh fuck PandB ... that’s exactly what I want son … I want my son’s dirty, poz strain … deep in my ass”. “Ahhhhhh …. “, I groan, as we’re speaking he pushes the head of his cock into my ass for the second time ever and the filthy verbal is like a torrent. “I want it son, I want your dirty, raw, unmedicated, poz seed flooding my ass again. I want to be poz like my boy”. That’s nearly enough to set him off and he slides the rest of the way in without so much as a pause – I feel his balls touch my ass. “Feel that Dad … feel my sac, I’m forcing the first load in deeper and you’re gonna get another big one”, “fuckkkkkkk”, I moan as my only response. He starts fucking me, gentle at first, but then harder and more urgent. I might already be full of his cum, but I can tell he’s determined to see me take another load. “Fuck boy … fuck that feels good”, “Yeah Dad … feel your son’s sweaty body rubbing against you …. you hear those poz nuts slappin’? Gonna seed this ass again”. His strokes definitely seem to carry more intent this time than last; this isn’t just sex for him, this is intentional infection with HIV at the end of his cock. “So fucking hot …. So fucking hot you want it Dad – dirty fucker”, “Fuck yea I do … fuck I do, fucking breed me … knock me up”, the words all coming with heavy breathes in rhythm with his strokes. PandB keeps fucking me like this for several minutes. The dirty language also continues, “Take that infected dick. Did I tell you?”, “Ahhhhh…. Ahhhh…”, “Two guys I just recently bred both tested poz. You’re next Dad”. I moan, “Ohhhhhhh fuckkkkk … fuck yea, fucking breed this ass”. “One of them is a successful bug chaser, he definitely got what he wanted from me ... JUST LIKE YOU'RE GONNA GET IT DAD!”, and he pokes my ass hard as he’s saying the words. “The other guy ... let's just say, he told me he tested poz because he worried I might have been exposed!”. The thought goes through my head, “I hope you pretended to be worried”, and knowing that if that situation happens to me I might wait a week and then tell the guy I think he infected me because I just “tested poz” too. My cock is rock hard and leaking from all the filthy verbal between us. “I want it boy”, “Fuck yea … you’re gonna get it Dad, tell me what you want”, “I want that poz cum boy … I want to get infected from your poz fucking dick”. “Fuck that's so hot”, “Yeah … yeahhhh ... love young poz guys who share”, “I'm a young guy who shares … so I guess you're gonna love me ain't you stud dad?!!”, his cock now banging into my hole as I feel his chest. It hasn’t been an hour of him arriving and he’s already bred my ass and now he’s almost ready to do it again. “What do you love most about me Dad?”, I moan, “The fact that you're HIV+ and willing to share it through that hot cock of yours is what I love most son”, my groans interrupting the words. “I'm willing to share it all thru this hot TOXIC cock of mine ... just like Cody!!”, he says, reminding me of one of my stories. “I love that cock … so hot, … so fucking hot, and ohhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkk I feel your nuts against my ass”, “Yeah Daddy!! My nuts are continually filing up with thick potent life-changing poz cream every fucking day!! I’m so ready to flood your craving hole with another load! I wanna hear you BEG for it just like Jake and Mark and Chris and Cody!! You taken anymore loads from that undetectable guy you told me about?” I’m moaning much more loudly now, “Ohhhhhh fuck that feels good … breed my ass … FUCKKKK! Yeah … he has … he fucked me last week, it was hot”, “But not like this huh?”, he says making hard strokes – pistoning that cock in and out of me, “… and I know wha you’re thinking ... the answer is yes, yes I've bred a few neg guys lately … like I said, two recently converted! Hoping another lets me know”. My thoughts are racing as he fucks me, his cock feels amazing and I can’t believe after so long he’s actually here and we’re barebacking and fantasy is now reality – and a load of his HIV+ cum is in my ass. From the sweat and talk and his grunts I know he’s about to add another to that first one. He kisses my neck and his hands are hard fixed on my hips as he fucks me. I can feel the warmth of his breathe and smell his armpits – I know I’m going to be HIV+ by the time he leaves. Between the grunts, the conversation continues, “The latest neg hole I converted is a 38 year old hot, divorced dad of 2 ... I've fucked him on and off for the last several months. He was nervous at first”, and I feel him pull back and drive it home. “I knew how to make him so horny for this young jock cock that he wanted it bad enough to risk exposure to HIV. Last month he finally started telling me he WANTED my POZ cum – he wanted me to knock him up! I get me so fucking turned on when I hear that!!”, and the long strokes continue. “Ohhhhhhh fuck … fuck …….. fuck yea … fuck yea, fill me with that death seed PandB …. Give me all the fucking poz nut from your cock! FUCKING INFECT ME!”, I say it so loud I’m glad the windows are shut or the neighbors might have heard me. Good choice of words on my part because saying that causes him to hump me faster. I know he’s gotta be close to firing that thing off, and we both know that cum will have nowhere to go but deep inside an uninfected ass. His strain may already be in my bloodstream, and if it’s not, this delivery might do the trick. He’s not speaking, just breathing hard, “Fucking infect me boy … fucking knock up your Dad. That’s what you want ain’t it… you love knocking up Dads”, I just keep egging him on. For his part he can’t speak, he just bears down and attempts to unload his poz swimmers into my ass. Part of me can’t believe I’m letting him intentionally infect me, but my cock is rock hard and leaking – it’s obvious we both want this to happen. “Dirty fucker … I know a number of guys not on meds ... but I'm the hottest and most potent!! Once that guy gave into the desire to be converted he became a nasty, horny POZ pig ... just like you and Mark and Cody!”, “Fuck yea”, I moan my response. “My twisted fantasy is for him to fuck and breed one of his sons and knock them up”, “FUCK YES”, I know he’s trying to push my hot buttons with language like that. He knows I love incest. “I've played with his son a couple times, flip-flop fucking with him, got him to go bareback last time, and he likes older guys”, “So it’s a maybe huh? … That’s so fucking hot”, “Fuck Yea Dad, it’s definitely a maybe”. “I’m so fucking turned on right now, and I’m so close … you want these poz babies”, “Yeah boy … yeahhhhh, I really do … fucki…”, but he cuts me off, “FUCK! FUCK! OH FUCK! I’m so close …. so close … Oh fuck… oh fuck”, “Yeah I do…”, “I’m gonna fucking cum, I’m gonna fucking cum!”. I feel his body tense up, “FUCKKKKKKKK! FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! OH FUCK! TAKE MY CUMMMMMMMMM… “, and the fucking stops and he starts squirting another load of his seed deep in my ass to go with the other one. “Fuck … that’s so hot”, I moan as he’s grunting and unloading. As he starts to come down, he doesn’t remove his cock. We just lay there close to each other … sweaty, heaving, him kissing me and me now full with a second load of unmedicated poz cum.
    6 Points
  29. parTy Time ... eager yng btm needed
    5 Points
  30. TwinkBreeder

    Three Loads in One Hole at Stable

    I was in London all week on business and decided to stay over Saturday night and, for the first time, to attend Stable. Before the fucking started I saw a cute Asian mare, so when he came out I immediately grabbed him. After eating his young smooth hole for about fifteen minutes I fucked him deep and hard using a condom (as it was described as a "safer sex" party). As this was my first time at this event naturally I followed the safe sex rules, but after fucking for a while and watching the other guys fuck, I eventually realized that probably 2/3 of the guys were fucking bare and the bottoms were all begging for loads. I watched one old skinny guy breed the hot Asian so I decided he should get some real man seed in him so I shot all three of my loads last night up his little smooth hole, for which he thanked me. I also fucked four other guys during the night but each time I was near to unloading I found myself craving the young twink Asian hole, so I would seek him out and unload in him. See you at the party next month, boy.
    5 Points
  31. HotLoads

    Last 61 loads

    Took 61 hot loads over the 3 day weekend at MAL in Washington, DC. Mostly were anonymous. Dark room, door unlocked, ass up in a jock and blindfolded. A couple of the guys had some PA's that felt great. Everytime I heard the door start to open, my dick got hard wondering who was coming in to breed me. Very hot weekend.
    5 Points
  32. travelingbi

    Barebacked In the Video Booth

    It had been a couple of days since I had had dick, and I really needed some, so I stopped into Peepland. There were only two cars in the parking lot, but I thought 'Oh, well, I'm here, I'll check it out'. Sure enough, the red indicator lights indicated only two booths were in use. I tried the first door. Locked. I tried the second door. Unlocked. So I stepped inside where I found an average looking guy, mid 50's, wearing a Heating/Air Conditioning company's uniform, his pants open, stroking his five inch cut cock, watching straight porn. I locked the door, assumed the position between his legs and wrapped my lips around his cock. He was somewhat hard, but very quickly hardened even more so as I pleasured him. He was clearly a quick draw as, within only one to two minutes of my having gone down on him, he silently shot his load into my mouth. And in typical straight guy fashion, he quickly zipped-up and left the booth. I wiped my mouth, pulled myself up and stayed in the booth, watching the straight porn until his money ran out on the machine. Then I went back out into the hallway. Only one indicator light was still illuminated, and the door to the corresponding booth was still locked. After hanging around for ten minutes to see if anything turned-up, I decided to leave. Peepland was clearly dead, at least for the time being. Driving a mile down the road I approached A-Action ABS, another bookstore. It is one of the more sleazier outfits in Las Vegas, but normally has some good action all day long. I pulled into the parking lot behind the store only to think 'Shit! There's only one car here!'. Still, I was there, and while it didn't look very promising, I decided to check it out, if only because I had always found the staff at the place to be very pleasant. Paying the entrance fee of $7.00, I entered the store, taking a peek into the theater. It was empty. 'Shit!', I thought, 'Looks like I've just wasted $7'. Still, I stepped out of the theater and wandered down the arcade hallway. The video booths half half doors, so it was obvious all were empty, or so I thought until I got to the last booth on the right where I found a guy sitting on the bench, jacking himself. I entered the adjoining booth and peeked through the large glory hole between the booths. He looked like an aging hippie, about sixty, his long gray hair pulled back into a pony tail. Still he was nice looking, and more importantly, his thick cock was about seven inches, and stood proudly as he stroked away. Dropping to my knees at the glory hole, I signaled with finger tap to the partition wall. Seeing me, he stood and slid his thick cock through the hole. I went down on him, taking great pleasure in servicing his tool, which, I might add, felt great in my mouth. Within a couple of minutes he withdrew his cock from my mouth, stepped out of his booth, opened the door to mine, and without a word, Aging Hippie took a seat on the folding chair in my booth. I resumed sucking him, and as I did so, I heard the door chime at the entrance to the store, soon seeing denim clad legs under the half door. The door opened a bit and I a man peeking in on us, so I gestured for him to join us. The new guy looked to be in his early 30's, and struck me as a 'Skater Dude', which is to say he was very, very good looking with an amazing body. Skater Dude entered the booth, unzipped, pulling out a nice looking seven inch, thick, cut cock. I switched from the Aging Hippie to Skater Dude, and sucked, making it a point, however, to switch back and forth between the two beautiful cocks. Aging Hippie and Skate Dude were obviously turned on as they began to kiss, as I continued to service both dicks. As I did so, again I heard the door chime, and again I saw legs outside the half door. The new guy had his cock out and Skater Dude reached under the half door and stroked his six inch beer can dick. Beer Can Dick then opened the door, squeezing himself into the crowded booth. Skater Dude bent over to suck on Beer Can dude, but as it was a very awkward position he soon abandoned the attempt and straightened up so I resumed sucking him. Aging Hippie meanwhile, apparently decided he wanted to do some sucking, so he kind of pushed me out of the way and took Skater Dude's cock into his mouth, leaving me stuck in the corner without any dick available, so I struggled to to my feet and squeezed my way towards the door, feeling like I needed to get some air. Just as I approached the doorway I heard Skater Dude ask Aging Hippie "Can I fuck you?" Aging Hippie, however, replied "Nope, I don't fuck." "You can fuck me," I immediately offered. Skater Dude's face lit up as, without a pause he replied "Great! Show me your ass." I undid my pants, pulled them down, turned and put my ass on display, repeatedly lubing my hole with spit. "Slide your chair over so I can get to his ass," Skater Dude told Aging Hippie, who complied. At that point Beer Can guy stepped out of the booth, and stood in the doorway, the door fully open, stroking himself as he watched the events unfold. Skater Dude took a hit of poppers, and I also retrieved my poppers from my pocket and took a hit. We both wanted to get the most out of this. I bent over, Skater Dude moved behind me and without any fanfare slid his cock into my hole. I anchored myself by means of grabbing the back of Aging Hippie's chair and by grabbing the glory hole, whereupon Skater Dude began to fuck me hard, going balls deep into my ass. To my right and left I could see both Beer Can guy and Aging Hippie as each guy stroked, watching us fuck. Skater Dude's rock hard cock felt fantastic as he pounded my hole, and apparently Beer Can guy really enjoyed watching 'cause he quickly blew his load, in fact blowing his seed on Skater Dude's leg. That seemed to trigger Aging Hippie as he also came, his jizz is dripping down my leg. I stroked my own cock, and as I approached climax moaned "Aaaahhhhhh," shooting my load on the floor below me. As my body convulsed in orgasm, my ass squeezed Skater Dude's cock. He also moaned, and I could distinctly feel his cock throb inside my ass as he filled my guts with his seed. Afterwards he withdrew and I turned around, took his cock into my mouth and cleaned him up. Then we all cleaned up as best we could, dressed and exited the booth. As Skater Dude and I walked towards the store exit, Skater Dude turned to the clerk at the counter and dryly remarked "Clean-up in booth seven." All three of us had a good laugh. "I figured I was going to have a mess in there. Have a good one, guys," the clerk replied as he stepped out from behind the counter and headed back to towards the booths. With that we exited the store. "Thanks for the fuck," Skater Dude remarked as he unlocked and climbed into his beat up Volkswagen, which was parked next to mine. Then we went our separate ways. I should add I'll now be able to get some productive things done today - now that I've gotten off and have a nice load in my ass.
    5 Points
  33. Two syringes of my Eunuch Essence are now coursing through my third blood slam partner. His last two loads of negative cum are well deposited in my ass. Hopefully my record holds and he is converting as I type this. I am really getting turned on by doing slams. Perhaps it is time to start sharing my fluid more freely
    5 Points
  34. Sucked off a beautiful, wasted AIDS man who lives in my apartment building. Met him the lobby, got off on his floor and followed him into his apartment. Was instantly on my knees with his huge drupping dick down my throat.
    5 Points
  35. bibayrr

    Bred And Poppered For The First Time By A Daddy

    I had just started exploring sex with men earlier this year. I had been considering barebacking for awhile. I had done so once and it felt so good, but the guy pulled out before he came. This time around I asked my doctor to put me on PrEP so I could reduce the risk of exploring the raw side. I got oinked by a poz undetectable daddy on BBRT. We exchanged emails back and forth and he turned me on 'cause I had been looking for a daddy with whom to play. He told me he would break me in, get me poppered up, breed me and brand me as his boy. We tried to meet up a few times but were unsuccessful as we both have very busy schedules but this morning I woke up, found myself both free and horny as hell, so I texted him and by good fortune he was also available and willing, so we arranged to meet at his apartment. Once I was through the door and into the bedroom, our clothes discarded, and I found his tongue was down my throat. It didn't take long before I was hard as a rock. Then he went down on his knees and enthusiastically blew me. This was one daddy who clearly knew how to use his mouth: it felt wonderful. Then he got to his feet and took charge. He pulled out a bottle of poppers, which, oddly, I had never done before, and pushed me to my knees. Now I admit I'm not the best cock sucker, but I devoured his. I don't know what came over me. I was rock hard all the time I had his cock in my mouth. I was completely turned on. Then the daddy pushed me on the bed where we made out and where he played with my nips. Then he went down on me again. I was so hot. I just wanted him to flip me over and pound my hole. "I wanna' rim your hole, boy" he said, as he gestured for me to flip onto my stomach. Once I was in position, he opened up my legs and went to town. Fuck it felt so good. I was in heaven. Then, after I was good and loose, he grunted "It's time to fuck your hole, boy." He lubed up himself and my hole, climbed on top of me, pinned me down and slowly slid into my hole. "Damn, you're tight boy. You feel so good." As he slid in, I took another hit of poppers and as his bare cock hit rock bottom, it felt better than any other occasion I had been fucked. I knew that this is where I belonged: on the bottom being pounded by daddy. He fucked me slow and hard, quietly repeating what a sexy boy I was and that he was gonna breed my hole and make me his boy. The whole time my dick never got soft. I was so horny and hot for daddy. He then spread my legs further apart so he could pound me harder. I was so poppered up and turned on I was grinding my ass into so he fuck me even deeper. He then whispered in my ear "Are you ready to take my seed, boy?" "Yes, daddy, breed me and make me your boy." His fucking became even more intense and then he groaned loudly "Take daddy's seed, boy," and with that he came in my ass. I was so hot and hard. When he climbed off, I rolled over and he told me to lube up and jack off. I started jerking my hard cock for my daddy. "Boy, right before you cum I want you to shove your cock in my ass and seed your daddy," he said as he got into position. And so it was? Seconds before I came I shoved my raw cock up his lubed ass and came in that hot daddy's ass. Afterwards I lay my head on his chest and he assured me "You're daddy's boy now. You got my seed in your ass, and I've got yours. When we're done you'll be a cock loving cum whore." Well, we fucked later in the shower, then again on the bed. Later I deep-throated a cock for the first time but that is another story. Daddy mentioned that eventually he would take me to one of the local bathhouses and whore out my hole and then after the cum was running down my legs he would seed me. I can't wait to become Daddy's cum whore.
    5 Points
  36. whthole4u

    Chasing AIDs: The World Was Better Without PREP!

    PART 5 - (Section 1) Feel the Burn, It’s VD Day : The homeless BBC gathered round and oohed and aahed. Darnell stood like a proud husband, or pimp, and said, “Aiight, we got 10 minutes before we catch the bus and my bitch here has invited us all to his place for the day. You know the deal once we get there. Right now though, who’s gonna be the first to stuff this white ass and start filling it back up? Make it feel the burn?” While deals were made and the BBC gang negotiated who would get to fill me first, Darnell held my face between his hands, leaned in and gently nibbled at my ear before whispering, “This is your gang fuck VD Day. All these fuckers are toxic with multiple venereal diseases and I can’t wait to fuck that sloppy pussy once they finish filling it, stretching it, and gaping it.” He smiled as he stepped back and I grunted as I got body slammed into him as the BBC winner broke my hole open and was off to the races. I never knew which one of them it was that bred me behind the strip mall; we didn’t have time to chitchat because as soon as he unloaded in me, everyone gathered up their shit and we made for the bus stop. I know I had a big wet spot forming on my ass, but in the midst of all that man flesh, no one was paying that any mind. Darnell had me get on first and he used my money to handle payment for everyone else. One of the guys pushed me all the way to the back and up the two steps to the slightly raised section where there were five seats across the rear of the bus, and two rows with two seats on each side. The elderly lady and one man that were sitting in that area behind the rear exit door quickly got up and moved towards the front. I still was not exactly sure how many guys were coming as once Darnell sat down in the middle seat right in the center at the back, there were five others standing in the aisle and trying to sit in the two rows, and several others beyond them standing in the area by the back exit door and taking the few seats on the side. The bus had barely started rolling before they started shifting seats and positions as conversations or quarrels dictated. Before we even made it to the next stop, Darnell had pulled his dick out, “Suck it,” he demanded. I looked towards the front, afraid someone could see, but with the few guys standing in the aisle right in front of us, all I saw were bodies with the occasional gaps of light as the bus swayed. I tried to lean over and grab his dick and lick but my AIDS MASTER cuffed me and said, “No, get on your knees and mean it.” I knelt on the bus floor in the aisle, my back facing the front as Darnell spread his legs and let me at his BBC. The men closest to us stood closer, edged closer on their seats, and I was sure their commentary would alert the bus driver: “Fuck look at that whore - choking on his shit right here…. Bitch gives sloppy neck fo sure - my man’s brick… Can’t wait to bust in that pussy, and lay up in that shit… Total freak yeah, just how I like faggies…” The bus made another stop, the doors opened and closed, I don’t know who got on or off and could not see and could only hear the homeless gang that was all now focused on what was happening at the back. I felt like a bad parent on a field trip and that I should tell all the kids to sit down, but my mouth was full so what could I do? Darnell tapped me on the head, “Stand up.” I did, had to grab the back of the seat to keep my balance as the bus moved, Darnell turned me around and I was met with numerous eyes all anxious. Darnell’s hands easily popped open my jeans and yanked my pants down past my hips. My hand gripped the back of the seat harder as he pushed me a little forward and started scratching at my wet hole with his nails. I scrunched up my face in pain and one of the homeless guys in front of me started rubbing his hands on my body. Darnell pulled his fingers out and held them up, “A bitch should be given her period before the good dick.” He then scooted a bit forward in the seat while pulling me back and I felt his BBC head at my ass - ready to go in. I held tight to the seat, not wanting it there - that way - but he pulled, the homeless pushed, my grip slipped and I yelped as my body was skewered by his raw ex-con dick. The homeless guy right in front of me immediately unzipped his pants and held out his crusty dick. It was not that big at first glance, but had a long foreskin. I opened my mouth and chewed on his skin, tasting the cheese that awaited me inside as Darnell laughed and held me steady. “That pussy just pulsed and twitched,” Darnell explained to his BBC gang as calls rose for the guy to move to let others have their turn. The bus stopped, doors opened and closed, and the next homeless BBC dick was put in my mouth. Darnell pressed his right hand over my eyes while still holding me tight on his dick with his left arm around my torso. With his mouth close to my left ear he said, “YOU EVER HAD SO MUCH BLACK MAMBA JUICE FILLING YOUR HOLES? YOU READY TO GET TAGGED AND GAGGED BY A GANG OF NYMPHO, SEX ADDICTED BBC FREAKS? YOU TASTING THAT DISEASE? TASTING THAT VILENESS? LIKE ROADKILL ON A HOT SOUTHERN INTERSTATE - RIPE, RANK, FULL OF MAGGOTS AND BUGS.” I wanted to puke a little at that thought, but Darnell shifted, bucked, and his AIDS monster bit my insides and endorphins flooded my brain. One after another raw, anonymous, dirty, filthy, plague ridden BBC was fed to me and I licked, sucked, and let each and every one of them mark my mouth. “Get up, next stops is ours,” Darnell ordered while pushing me off his dick. I gasped, staggered at being suddenly empty and multiple hands tried grabbing my open hole, trying to guide me to new meat. “YO!,” Darnell hollered far too loudly, “Bros - we off at the next stop. Get it fucking together.” He patted my ass once my pants were up, tapped out a cigarette as the bus swayed side-to-side- lit it and blew the smoke at me then said, “What the fuck they going to do right? Kick me off?” The bus slowed, jerked, and came to a complete stop. As one homeless BBC after another stepped down and off onto the sidewalk Darnell grabbed me tight, kissed me with his dirty mouth, then said in a quiet voice, “You making me proud! Fuck you’s a freak!” Darnell put his arm around my shoulder and guided me down the sidewalk. I craned my neck around still trying to figure out how many fucking BBC he had tagging along. “Eyes up front bitch,” Darnell said with a chuckle as he cuffed my head. I grumbled, put my head down, and tried to sneak a peek knowing the consequences would be severe. We must have made quite the impression for as we walked down the sidewalk folks crossed the street, or walked into the grass to give us a wide berth. Luckily my condo was close by and I was thankful again that the front desk was in the South building. They had cameras in my building’s lobby, but they were rarely watched and I could only imagine the uproar a gang of BBC - homeless BBC at that - would cause. “Hold on a minute, we’re not all here yet,“ Darnell said. “Go on in, then you can buzz me up.” There was some weird shuffling, chatter, apprehension among the gang, but I opened the building door, held it for the BBC behind me, and went to the elevator. I got on the elevator with four of the homeless guys, the doors closed, the small space filled with man musk and the smell of need, desire, lust, and domination - all for me! I unlocked my condo door and let the homeless guys go in and as soon as I closed it and the latch clicked there were rough hands pulling and tugging, dicks being fished out, and BBC demanding attention. “BEND THE FUCK OVER,” one of them said. I gasped as a dry, prickly shaft gouged into my hole while another guy made me bend forward to start polishing his knob. The guy fucking me lifted his left leg like a dog taking a piss as he fucked, trying to make my guts stretch like putty. My phone rang, but I was speared and being jack fucked at both ends and could not reach it. The phone rang again and with all my strength I twisted, turned, flapped, and fluttered and manager to get free much to the anger of the two BBC who had been in me, and the other two who were jacking their dicks like mad anxious to get a taste. “Hello?” I said, holding my cell with one hand while using my other to try to push eager BBC away. “What the fuck!” Darnell exclaimed from the front door. “Buzz me the fuck in - NOW!” I hit the button, turned and said, “You guys better pull yourself together. I don’t think he’ll be happy if he knew what just happened.” They mumbled, but agreed. As the four walked into my living room and started to make themselves to home and they asked: “Where’s the remote? You got porn? What you got to drink? Hey any more smokes? Is this roast beef?” The questions continued as I met Darnell as the door. He growled, “Step the fuck back.” He came in, spun me around, then said, “Yo, come on.” I heard more footsteps and felt the brush of several bodies walk by. Darnell slammed me against the wall, “GET THOSE CLOTHES OFF BITCH - YOU ON THUG TIME NOW AND MY HOMIES ARE GOING TO RIP THAT PUSSY TO SHREDS, MAKE IT RED, AND RAPE FUCK IT WITH SO MUCH DISEASE! YOU ARE GOING TO BE FILLED WITH DECAYING FLESH AND THRIVING INFECTIONS. THEN WHEN THEY DONE - HOURS AND HOURS FROM NOW WHEN YOU CANNOT EVEN STAND - I’M GOING TO BASTE MY DICK IN THAT ASS, EXPLORE EVERY INCH OVER AND OVER USING THEIR INFECTED NUTT AS LUBE BEFORE I POZ YOU AGAIN!” My dick was hard and I tried to hide it with my t-shirt as Darnell shoved me naked out into the gang of homeless BBC that had invaded my home. I nervously scanned the room; there were at least seven guys, maybe nine - no wait 11? Or did I count twice? Fuck was hard to tell as they kept moving and shifting. Some had their pants down, some were fully dressed, a couple had masks or bandanas over their faces I guess because they did not want to be identified in a line up later. Darnell dragged me by the arm through the mass of men, kicked the ottoman into the center of the living room rug, and took charge, “LISTEN UP FUCKAS! YOU KNOW WHY YOU’RE HERE. I WANT TO SEE MY BITCH WHITE BOY WIFE GET THE FULL-ON NICCA THUG TREATMENT - YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. GANG RAPE THE BITCH. ROUGH AS YOU WANT, DEEP AS YOU WANT, RAW AND MIGHTY WITH ALL THAT MOTHA-FUCKING-NUTT BEING PLANTED INSIDE.” Darnell shoved me forward into the arms of the closest BBC who quickly spun me around and began pawing at my hole, digging at it with his long nails, prepping it for the dirty cum. “I WANT TO SEE THAT PUSSY STRETCHED, GAPED, AND RAPED.” Darnell continued, “I WANT TO HEAR THE BITCH CRY, BEG FOR MERCY, AND TRY TO RUN. NO TAPPING OUT ALLOWED! NO MATTER WHAT, KEEP FUCKING - NO MATTER WHAT, KEEP NUTTING - NO MATTER WHAT KEEP SHREDDING THAT HOLE.” The BBC gang was hooting, hollering, and worked up like a pro football team ready to win the championship. Darnell continued, “HERE’S YOUR CHANCE TO THROW THAT PRISON FUCK, TO ADD TO YOUR RAP SHEET, TO MURDER A BITCH WITH THAT NUTT, TO FUCK WITH NO LIMITS!” The cheers got louder, Darnell held up his hand, “BUT, there are a few house rules and trust - if you break ONE - your ass is gone: be respectful, you can treat my boy like a bitch and a hoe, but don’t pull no crazy shit no thieving or grieving - you are guests in this house - MY house no drugs - period - if you do, you’re OUT - if you need to, then blow your nutt first then hit the street and be gone today is all about blowing out that white pussy hole - filling ass with dick, nutt, piss in the mouth no verse shit, no fluffing on the sly, no creeping - only my white boy wife gets to taste or feel those dicks - you hear me? YOU FUCKAS READY TO GET THIS BANG STARTED?” Darnell shoved me forward; I got on my hands and knees on the ottoman and shook with excitement and fear as multiple BBC began circling me. I turned my head to the left and saw Darnell making himself comfortable in the easy chair, lighting a fresh Newport, and kicking a dude out of the way with his stomper boots so he had a clear field of vision to me. Out came his cell phone, “YO - YO LISTEN UP. FIRST COUPLE OF ROUNDS I’M THE FUCKING RING MASTER AND THIS IS MY GANGFUCK CIRCUS. WANT TO CATCH IT ON VIDEO. MY FAG BOY WHORE HAS TO EARN HIS - MY KEEP - SO I NEED TO PIMP OUT THE GOODS AND SHOW THE OTHER HOMIES WHAT’S ON THE TABLE. DO AS I SAY - UNDERSTAND? I WON’T SHOW ANY FACES, THIS IS ALL DOWN LOW SHIT.” “Round 1,” Darnell said, “Line up, tap and fill both ends, just enough for a taste and flavor.” I adjusted myself, not that I was having second thoughts, but I frankly had no idea what to expect and so steadied myself for whatever. The homeless guys formed a line that snaked around the inside of my condo. The first one stepped up to my front and wagged a long, skinny dick at eye level that was the color of caramel halfway up the shaft then bright pink. I looked up and the gang began to introduce themselves: #1 - “I’m just a dreadhead lookin to have fun.” I looked at his gold chains, teeth, rings, bracelets, dry, cracked lips with clouds billowing around his head. Instead of thinking of his dick my first thought was, “How does a homeless dude afford the bling?” He moved around behind me and with no mercy started digging at my hole with his equally long, skinny fingers before forcing his dick up my eager cum hole. The next guy stepped forward. #2 - “Call me King Kush.” His dick was thick, the skin the darkest ebony, even the head. He was totally naked and stood with a cigarette held up to his mouth while I looked up his body. He was covered in tattoos - his torso, chest, arms, neck, and several on his face. He had several teardrop tattoos on his face and a big cobweb on his chest attesting to many years in prison - but he looked too young for all that. Either way I gagged and choked when he fed me his dick. It was covered in an unknown, and unnamed slime - riddled with bugs I was sure. #3 - When he stepped up, number #1 pulled out of my ass, #2 walked around and slammed in, I arched my back, and #3 stuffed my mouth. His jeans were sagging, his blue plaid boxers showing, his dick was hanging out his fly. While I sucked him he shook his hips back and forth a little, spanked the spot where his shaft met his pants, laughed and said, “Shit’s got to breath mother fuckers.” #4 - The BBC continued their rotation moving from my mouth to my ass. The next guy stepped up and had EWMN tattooed on his right hand below the knuckles. I looked up, he smiled, gave his wild beard a tug, and explained, " These letters stand for 'Evil, Wicked, Mean, Nasty.' You bout ready for that first abortion? My dick'll scrape you inside out and make that womb bleed right - give you your period so you ready to get pregnant all over again." #5 - I cried out as #4 started his procedure on my ass while the next BBC said, “They call me Moses cause I parts the Red Sea.” He had a monster dick, and a monster body, not just big, but overweight/obese. How do homeless guys get fat? All love though as I like big guys and feeling a true man on my back, not some child, was going to feel amazing! But still, I could hear the voice of an old lesbian friend who anytime she saw someone who she thought was even 1 pound too heavy would cry out, “Who’s been feeding my baby?” #6 - The Ass Breaker - This mandingo monster stepped up, cupped my head with both hands and said, “Oh, pretty pretty princess.” What the fuck? Before I could ask the question or object he buried his massive BBC in my throat and petted me like a Pekinese puppy as he long necked me while saying, “I be bringing peace to the world by slangin my PIECE!” #7 - Dead Man Walking - The other guys gave him a wide berth and as I eyed him up and down could see why. First, they were intimidated by his dick, which even soft was as big as some of theirs hard. The head was like a fist with rolls of foreskin rippling down over it. Truly looked like a horse’s dick. Second, his skin was ashy gray, the dark cocoa undertones nothing but shadow. He was wasted, skinny, bones sticking out and the muscles left on his arms and legs seemed to be stuck on and reminded me of chicken when the skin is peeled off. Even his voice was dry, raspy, breathy, but when he rolled back that foreskin for me to taste his dick I was in disease heaven! There was a slight pause before the next BBC stepped to my throat and as #7 clawed at my ass, seeking to touch my life source, I looked at Darnell with a, “Is this some bad BBC version of the Avengers?” expression. All thought was lost though when #7 pushed his 12+inches into my ass. My hole stretched, split, and I cried out. He kept going. I would have cried louder but another dick stuffed my mouth. Darnell had gotten up to get a close up shot of the damage being done, “THAT’S RIGHT - BREAK THAT HOLE, YEAH NICCA I KNOW MOST BITCHES CAN’T TAKE IT, THAT’S WHY YOU HERE. THIS ONE CAN - WELL MAYBE NOT FULLY RIGHT NOW - BUT YOU SEE? WHEN YOU GET ONE-ON-ONE I WANT TO GET THAT MONEY SHOT WHEN YOU BALLS DEEP AND PULSING YOUR LEGACY DEEP IN THAT HOLE.” #8-11 were a blur after that. My arms shook, my legs hurt, my body was crying out in pain and ecstasy. One guy did have a PA in the head of his dick, which I thought for sure chipped my teeth and then when he stuck it in my ass it felt like a hacksaw slicing back and forth. (see below for (Section 2) of PART 5 - Feel the Burn, It’s VD Day to be posted later today) (*From the author: If you like the story, let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)
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  37. Been away for a while..serving out my punishment for inappropriate posting. But had a lot of fun...even if I could not right about it. Got confirmation of a second conversion from a blood slam...2 for 2 in toxic blood donations. And my brother and his husband both tested poz at year end.
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  38. davescott1125

    Seeking a Positive Attitude

    Between the hot video, the plug in my ass, the poppers and thinking about guys coming over I was on the edge of cumming in just a couple of minutes. I needed to slow down as I didn’t want to shoot my load yet. Realizing that I had been lucky the night before, and my luck might not always be as good, I decided to lock my keys, phone, wallet, etc. in the room safe. I left my laptop out so I would just have to keep my eyes on it. I moved it over to the nightstand so that I could see it while I lay on the bed. Then I poured a little bit of fresh poppers into my water bottle and set it on the bed, along with the bottle of lube. I grabbed the extra towels from the bathroom and put them on the bed in case the guys wanted to use them to wipe themselves off. Looking around, everything appeared to be ready, so I fixed myself another drink and took a couple of big swallows as I waited to see who would show up. I started watching another video as I casually played with my cock, balls and nipples. I finished my drink and had just poured another one when I heard a knock at my door. As I stood up, I picked up my water/popper bottle and took a couple of big hits before capping it and throwing back on the bed. Then I reached for the door knob just as I heard the knocking again. I opened the door, standing there totally naked, rubber band cock rings keeping my cock hard, and a plug buried in my hole. My cock was bobbing up and down. There before me stood a late 20s guy with bulging arm muscles. It was obvious that he spent hours a day hanging at the gym. He smiled when he saw me naked and ready. I stepped back to let him in. He shut the door behind him. Standing there he pulled his t-shirt up over his head and tossed it on the chair. His pecs were chiseled and well defined with hard 6-pack abs. His chest was hairless and there was a faint trace of blond hair that ran in a line down from his belly button and disappeared beneath the waistband of his shorts. Reaching out he placed one of his hands behind my head and pulled me towards him. As I stepped closer he guided my head down until my lips were brushing against his already erect nipples. I knew what he wanted. I began licking and sucking his nipples. They grew harder and stood out like pencil erasers on his pecs. As I worked one with my mouth, I played with the other one with my fingers. I alternated back and forth, noticing how my spit made the skin of his pecs shine and glisten. I had been working on his nipples for about 5 minutes when we heard a knock on the door. Letting go of my head, he walked over and opened it. The new guy asked if he was the one who placed the ad on Craigslist. The first guy chuckled and said that he was there for the same thing and that the slut was over there, as he pointed in my direction. The guys exchanged greetings and first names after they had stepped back in the room and shut the door. The new guy looked like he was barely 18 and he appeared nervous. He was thin and dressed like a skater dude. He wasn’t the type I normally went for, but as long as he had a cock I was okay. I went over to the desk and took a gulp of my drink as the two guys got naked. The skater dude laid on the bed on his back as the other guy told me to get on the bed and suck the skater’s cock as he checked out my ass. I got on the bed on all fours and crawled up between the guy’s legs. He too was almost hairless with just a light dusting of fur above his cock. His cock was only about 6 ½” long and thin with a pair of balls in a tight sac just below it. I began bathing his cock and balls with my tongue being sure I didn’t miss a single spot. My hands caressed his thighs, then up across his abs, then his chest and then reversed direction and worked back to his thighs. I could feel him shuddering with nervousness and his cock was literally drooling pre-cum as I licked it. I had a feeling that he was fairly new to sex with guys and his nervousness and excitement was obvious. I knew if I took him fully into my mouth he would cum almost instantly so I just continued to lick his cock and bath his ball sac with my tongue. In the meantime the other guy was behind me and had begun working the butt plug in and out of my hole. He was not being gentle and I knew that I was probably bleeding after the previous night’s fun. My suspicions were confirmed when he finally removed the plug completely, tossing it on the bed next to me as I felt his cock enter my hole. He buried himself to the hilt in one thrust. He was not nearly the size of Jimbo or Daddy, but my insides were still tender and I felt every inch of him. As he began to take long strokes in and out of me, he grabbed skater dude’s legs and lifted them up. This raised skater’s ass up and I now had full access to his tight puckered hole. As I began to rim him, getting his hole all slick with my spit, I could taste the copious amount of pre-cum that was leaking from his cock and running down his shaft, over his balls and down to his hole. He was moaning nonstop. I tried to insert my tongue in his ass but he was impossibly tight. It was obvious that his hole was virgin. The guy behind me had picked up his pace and was now relentlessly pounding my ass. I did my best to thrust back each time he went forward, feeling his pubis slam against my ass cheeks. As I felt him getting closer to shooting his load in me, I returned my attention to skater dude’s cock. Licking up all the pre-cum that was running down it, he thrust his body up towards my mouth. I wanted to give this dude an orgasm to remember. I reached over and grabbed the butt plug and slipped it down in front of me. It had quite a few bright red spots and streaks on it. I wondered if there was any of the previous night’s Poz cum mixed in with the blood. I took the cock into my mouth and slowly let it go deeper. I could feel it getting harder, ready to explode at any minute. I kept my tongue away from it and just let him feel my lips sliding along his shaft. He was so lost in his pleasure he failed to feel the tip of the butt plug kiss the entrance to his virgin hole. I felt the pace pick up behind me and knew my insides were about to get flooded with a load of cum. I began applying suction to the cock in my mouth and let my tongue swirl around the head. I felt his head flare and knew he was just about to shoot. As I felt the first spasm and warmth begin to fill my ass, I buried my nose in skater dude’s pubes as I swiftly thrust the plug into his virgin hole. It only went in about halfway but he let out a cry of ecstasy as he erupted filling my mouth with his sweet boy cum. I began using short thrusts with the plug and noticed that he spurted in perfect time to my thrusts. As I thrust inward another spurt of cum would exit his cock head. As he finished cumming I let the plug slip from his hole. I couldn’t help but notice a little bit of fresh blood on it, mixed with mine. The three of us just collapsed on the bed in post coital bliss. Not a word was spoken as our breathing began to slow and return to normal. After a few minutes, we untangled and the guys got up and began to dress. I got up and went over to the desk and finished my drink, savoring how the alcohol mixed with the flavor of cum. Then I poured another drink and took a gulp. I could feel a little cum leak out of my hole and run down my legs and my insides felt empty. They thanked me for a good time and were just getting ready to leave when there was a knock on my room door.
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  39. When life gives you AIDS, make more AIDS.
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  40. madeupnameforporn

    Shameless

    Back in college I was 18 and walking around downtown one evening when I noticed two guys in a Jeep driving around. One was student aged, around 20, and the other a bit older, maybe 30s. They circled the block a few times and eventually stopped and, as I passed their jeep, we struck up a conversation. I jumped at the chance when they asked me back to their place. Arriving there, we immediately headed to their bedroom which was completely filled with a huge waterbed. The older guy, Jim, leaned in and kissed me while the younger guy, Rick, started undressing me. Soon all three of us were naked and sprawled on the bed. Now, until this occasion I had never before been on a waterbed, and it took some getting used to, but each of us soon was sucking on a cock. Jim was hung with a nice long and thick cock and I couldn’t get enough of it. Both of the guys turn sucking my rock hard cock. Both guys were great cock suckers, so the sensation was amazing and I became increasingly vocal, letting them know how much I was enjoying the treatment. As he moved-up, intent on kissing me, Jim commented "The shy guy we picked up was gone and I like this new confident guy." And kiss and kiss we did indeed, all the while Rick sucked away, alternating between the two of us. Of course Rick had had ample practicing on Jim’s huge cock, so he could swallow me balls deep, which I absolutely loved. At some point Jim paused in kissing me to instruct Rick to lick his hole so I could fuck him. Rick complied, and when Jim’s hole was ready, Jim lay on his back, placing his legs on my shoulders. Rick lubed cock and guided it into his boyfriend. I was young and so horned up there was no real finesse, I just went straight to fucking with deep long strokes, my hips slamming his ass on each down stroke. I remember finding the sight of my cock sliding into Jim to be fucking hot, and when Rick leaned in and kissed me, urging me to fuck his boyfriend harder and harder, soon my eyes were rolling back in my head as I shot my load into Jim as, over and over he grunted "Fuckin' breed my hole." I pulled out and Rick flipped me on my stomach and spit on my hole and then rammed his cock into me. Fuck, it hurt but quickly started to feel good as in the background I heard Jim telling Rick to fuck me hard, to use my hole and stretch it open so he could fuck me next. Rick strokes alternated between rough and hard, and softer and more shallow. My hole was gripped his cock in a vice as Jim fed me his cock. I was particularly excited by the amount of pre-cum that was flowing out of his slit. After Rick had been fucking me for several minutes, Jim announced he wanted my hole, so he and Rick switched places. Rick grabbed my face and grunted "Look at me," as simultaneously I felt Jim’s huge cock head at my hole, only to find he rammed himself into me. Although Rick had opened me up, Jim’s cock stretched my hole ever further. And, as Jim kept pushing and forcing his cock into me, eventually his balls where flat against my ass. Then he paused for a few minutes while Rick kissed me, which afforded me the chance to acclimate myself to the girth of Jim's cock. When Jim sensed I was ready he started a slow slide in and out of me and Rick continued to kiss me. With each down stroke Jim would all but completely withdraw, only to slide all the way back in, balls deep, again and again. I was on a sex high like no other, kissing Rick as his big-dicked boyfriend used my ass. They took turns fucking me until each shot a load inside me. This was the mid 80’s and I knew about safe sex but no one mentioned condoms and it felt to good bareback. It seemed as if I was doing something bad but it felt so good I didn’t care. Jim and I took turns fucking Rick after that and I ended up shooting my second load of the day into him while Jim was behind me teasing my hole with the head of his big cock. As soon as I shot into Rick, Jim slid back into me and fucked me again pushing my still hard cock into his boyfriend on each stroke. Rick wrapped his arms and legs around me and held me tight while his boyfriend deposited another load into me. My hole was sloppy and full of cum and I was in that moment completely happy. We fell asleep and woke up to the sound of the alarm clock. Rick, realizing he was going to be late for work, jumped in the shower as Jim slid his cock back into my ass which was, of course, still full of their loads. He kissed and fucked me, building up to blowing yet another load into my ass, just as Rick stepped back into the bedroom from the shower. We fucked several more times over the next couple of years and I always felt a connection to both of them. Each time we fooled around I went back home utterly exhausted, my ass loaded with cum.
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  41. newboy1689

    American Straight Boy in London

    3. When I woke up the next morning Simon was gone. I stretched and rubbed a finger across my still slightly tender hole, feeling the slight stickiness left by his cum. My cock twitched slightly as I thought about what had happened the night before. I swung me feet out of the bed, grabbed a pair of gym shorts from the floor, and tugging them on, headed into the kitchen to make some coffee. The door to Ryan’s bedroom was open I can could see two of Ryan’s friends still sprawled out across his bed, another passed out on the couch. Just as I was pouring water into the top of the coffee maker, Ryan came in the front door covered in sweat, just back from his morning run. “Oh good, coffee,” he whispered, so as not to wake up the various sleepers around the apartment, crossing over to the little kitchen. He stood a few feet away from me waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. I didn’t know what it was but something in his eyes made me a little uneasy and then he said, “Simon told me what happened.” “What?” I stammered. “That he fucked you. I always guessed that you weren’t completely straight, but I never guessed that he was your type though.” “I’ve never done.…” “…anything like that before.” “Really?” “Yeah.” “So he was your first.” Ryan inched closer to me. “Yeah, I guess he was.” “So are you his now? “What?” “Did he claim you?” I had no idea what he meant. “No.” “Too bad,” Ryan was now very close to me, closer then I think we had been in a long time. “Simon’s pretty good about sharing, knows that I like sloppy seconds.” He put his hands on my hips and drew my crotch to his, both of us starting to tent out or gym shorts a little bit. I suddenly found myself looking at Ryan quite differently, I guess being my stepbrother, I had never considered him an option but now that he was making the first move my opinion was quickly changing. I looked down at his broad powerful body, the massive pecs slick with sweat, the thin treasure trail of light brown hair (naturally the only hair on his torso) leading down into his skimpy black running shorts now bulging with his semi, the stench of man that wafted off of him all suddenly became very attractive to me. My cock throbbed and I suddenly knew what I wanted, I wanted to get fucked again, and Ryan was no longer my stepbrother but a means to that end. I leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips, tasting the sweat that lingered there, and said, “We don’t need Simon for that. I’ll share with you any time.” Ryan smiled and kissed me hard, shoving his tongue in my mouth. The coffee completely forgotten, we tumbled into my vacant bedroom and hurriedly disrobed. Ryan’s cock was even bigger then I remembered, and was thick, with an angry looking vein running across the top, and surrounded by a thick bunch of light brown pubes. It was beautiful. I made to get on my knees and suck his cock as I had done for Simon but Ryan had other plans. He grabbed my shoulders, spun me around, pushing me down onto the bed on all fours, grabbed hold of my ass cheeks and spread them wide before burying his face in my hairy crack. After a moment Ryan stopped and said, “Did he cum in you?” “Yes,” I said a little sheepishly, feeling bright red flush rise up me cheeks. “Even better,” Ryan said and resumed eating out my ass. I groaned as his tongue made short work of opening me back up. After a few minutes he stopped again, pressing his finger inside me and said, “Is that what you want me to do? Fuck your tight pink hole till I cum inside of you.” The answer was simple: yes, but all I managed to do was stammer, “I… uh… well… I…” “Just say it,” he twisted his finger inside of me more, “once you admit what you want it’s much easier to get it.” “I want you to fuck me and cum in my ass,” I blurted out. “Good.” He pulled the finger from my hole. “Now bend over the bed with your feet on the floor and your chest resting on the mattress. Now that you’ve been fucked once, and, knowing you were fucked by Simon, you were fucked good and hard, so I’m gonna really pound your hole.” I heard his spit on my hole and, I presume, his cock, and then felt the warm pressure of his cock head pressing against my recently virgin ass hole. Ryan hadn’t spent nearly as long eating out my ass as had Simon, and for that matter, it felt as though his cock was thicker then Simon's, so it took a good deal of force for him to break into my hole, but finally my sphincter gave way and his cock head popped inside of me. I groaned in pleasure as he slowly sank the rest of his cock into me. His cock felt amazing. A little painful, but mostly amazing. Jesus, why hadn't we come up with this sooner? I thought. After what had to be almost three minutes of slow penetration Ryan’s pubes came to rest against my ass. “Man you’re tight, and just after getting fucked by Simon too. You’re ass was made for fucking.” With that, Ryan began to fuck me slowly, remarking “I can feel come of Simon’s cum inside of your hole, lubing up my cock.” He built up speed quickly until he was fucking my ass with a quick, decisive rhythm. I shivered as his cock slammed into me. I wanted it so bad. Ryan had hold of my hips, and was pulling me back to meet his thrusts, which drove his cock deeper into my ass. It felt as though he had bust through another barrier, diving deeper into my hole then before. My own cock was dripping precum like mad, but bounced around completely forgotten. “You’re so fucking tight I’m not going to last long, I’m gonna lube you up with my cum now and then you can spend the rest of the day riding me before Simon comes over again tonight.” My heart skipped a beat at the thought of having Simon inside me again. Ryan started to pant, slamming into me even harder, his hands shaking slightly. “Oh fuck. Oh, fuck. I’m gonna cum,” he said, “You want my load inside of you?” “Yes, shoot your load inside my hole,” I panted back. “I’m cuming,” he said, although he didn't need to tell me. I could feel his cock exploding inside my ass. His cock throbbed and pulsed as he flooded my guts and, when his balls were drained, he collapsed forward onto my back. We were both covered in sweat. “There is something else I should tell you,” he whispered, his body still trembling slightly, “Simon and I, well really all of our friends who are probably going to end up fucking you, are poz. So you now have two massive poz loads inside your hole.” I froze for a moment, and then realized that I didn’t care. At that moment with my stepbrother’s nine inch cock still unloading inside of me, I didn’t give a damn about consequences or anything else. I just wanted too always feel the wonderful fullness I experienced from having cock and cum in me. “I don’t care,” I quite calmly replied. “That’s good 'cause you weren’t getting a choice.” “I didn’t know your stepbrother was up for grabs,” said a voice from the doorway. Ryan's cock still deep in my hole, every so slowly softening, we both turned to find the youngest of Ryan’s friends standing in the doorway, rubbing an obvious hard on through his shorts. It was Tommy, the twenty year old, ginger haired, Irish boy. He smiled wickedly and remarked “I haven’t gotten any in a few days,” adding "Mind if I have a go?” “Simon broke him in last night for the first time, but his ass is still fucking tight,” Ryan said, “but it’s up to Justin.” Ryan’s cock slipped from my hole, and with that I stood up, turned to face Tommy, a thin drip of cum running down my leg as I did so. “Well,” I said to the ginger standing the doorway, “Strip. Let's see what you’re working with."
    5 Points
  42. newboy1689

    American Straight Boy in London

    2. We spent a good long while in the club, my stepbrother and some of his friends eventually going off to dance somewhere, and I staying behind in the booth drinking what would turn out to be a few too many beers. Simon was with me almost all night and the more I drank the more I found my gaze drifting to his pale blue eyes. Sometime later Ryan returned and suggested that we all go back to his place for a few more beers. As the little party gathered their things and headed towards the door I felt Simon’s hand gently graze my ass as he past, my cock leapt. Back at Ryan’s place the drinks continued to flow and the guys stated to drop off steadily, and eventually I excused myself to the guest room I was staying in to turn in for the night. I stripped off my clothes and ran my hand down my tight furry abs to my semi stiff cock thinking about Simon. Never before had a guy effected me the way that he did, I fell onto the bed my cock now completely hard and started to jerk myself off my free hand roaming all over my body. I didn’t hear the door open, in fact I didn’t hear anything till in his thick South London accent Simon said, “Well that’s a much bigger cock then I would have guessed.” I scrambled to cover myself but as I was laying on top of the sheets there was nothing much I could do but try and his by rock hard eight and a half inched behind my hands. “Dunny try and hide it,” said Simon, “looks like you could use a hand in fact.” He clambered up onto the bed a wide wicked smile spreading across his face. I froze not knowing what to expect as Simon crawled up between my legs, pulled his shirt off over his head to expose his muscular dark haired torso, and swallowed my cock. No girl had ever sucked my cock like that, it was as if Simon had unhinged his jaw and swallowed my cock whole. I groaned and tried to mutter, “No, I’m straight,” but the words died in my mouth, instead I put my hands on the back of his head pulling him down onto my cock. My breathing had quickened and I was seconds away from cuming when Simon let my cock spring from his mouth. “You ever had a bloke suck your cock before?” “No, I’m… well… I’m straight,” I said lamely. “Doesn’t matter to me, what matters is if it felt good.” “It certainly did, I almost came just then.” “That’s why I stopped.” He shifted his weight slightly and shucked his jeans, now wearing only a pair of tiny brightly colored briefs. “You have an amazing cock,” he continued kissing my cock head, “and balls.” He drew first one nut and then the other into his mouth before sucking the both in. I rocked my hips forward giving him better access to my balls, my ass lifting slightly off the bed as I did so. In one swift motion before I really knew what was happening Ryan had my knees pressed into my chest and his slightly stubbly face buried in my hole, his tongue swirling around my virgin home. No one had ever eaten me out before and I moaned loudly. It had never occurred to me how amazing this could feel and Simon was certainly an expert at these things. His tongue flicked and darted of my hole sending bolts of electricity through my whole body as I relaxed into him. He pressed his tongue into me, lapping at my hole and slowly my hole began to open for him allowing his probing tongue inside. I gasped as my ass was penetrated for the first time by his tongue. Simon shifted around a bit, his mouth never leaving my hole and I could tell he was taking off his tight pants. Something new touched my ass; his hands spread my cheeks wide as he slid one finger next to his tongue and carefully slipped it inside of me. It was like nothing I had never felt before, and nothing like I had imagined it would feel like. He slowly penetrated my hole with his finger still lapping about the invading digit with his talented tongue. My cock was throbbing, and I felt hornier then I had in my entire life, loud lust filled moans escaped my mouth without me being conscious of doing it. “You’ll have all the lads in here you keep moaning like that,” Simon said taking his mouth off my hole for the first time in almost ten minutes. I was panting, sweat glistened on my chest, and precum dripped from my cock like a leaking faucet. “You ever sucked a cock before,” he asked, his finger still knuckle deep inside me. I shook my head no. “Why don’t you get mine down your throat then, least way it’ll keep you quiet.” He shifted so that his body was now over mine, his cock dangling over my mouth, my knees still bent into my chest and his finger still deep in my ass. I had never been this close to man’s cock before, although I had thought about it. His uncut, thick, veiny, still swelling cock hung before me a little glint of precum slipping from the slowly retracting foreskin. My mouth watered. Slowly I lifted my head and opened my mouth taking just the tip in. He tasted salty and sweet and I loved it. I opened wider and took more of his cock into my mouth. Simon slowly lowered his hips so that my head once again rested on the pillows but his cock was firmly lodged down my throat. I moaned around his cock as Simon’s mouth returned to my hole and he quickly prepped me for another thick finger. Only about half his cock would fit down my throat as it grew and Simon slowly fucked it in and out of my mouth occasionally making me gag. As he throat fucked me he worked two, then three, and then four fingers inside me hole. I was so horny I was practically fucking myself back onto his stretching fingers. After the fourth finger was in for a few moments he pulled them all out, pulled his cock from my mouth and spun around. He now lay on top of me, or noses almost touching, his body keeping my legs pinned to my chest, and his cock resting between my spit slicked cheeks. He rocked his hips to and fro a little rubbing his cock up and down my crack as he stared at me with those brilliant blue eyes. “You have the most amazing ass, and your hole is so fucking hairy,” he said, and then after a long time he looked right into my eyes and said, “I want to fuck you.” I had been so over whelmed by what had been happening I hadn’t even thought that this might be coming, but as soon as I heard the question I knew my answer. “I want you to fuck my virgin hole.” Simon needed no more permission then that; he lined up his cock head with my well fingered hole and pushed slightly. He kept a tight grip on my ankles as he did so. It hurt a little at first but then it changed and it was like the fingers. I felt him stretching me out, forcing my hole even wider as he slid deeper and deeper into me. Precum was poring from my cock, and lighting bolts of pleasure wrapped through me. “I’m half way in, how do you feel,” he asked. “Give me all of it.” There was none of the pain I had expected and now I longed to feel him fuck me. It took several more minutes before Simon’s considerable length was all pressed into my gut, and then several more minutes before we moved again. Once Simon was sure I was used to it he pulled back out again and pressed in faster, he did this several more times each time getting a little faster until there was no doubting that he was fucking me. I grunted with each stroke trying to keep quiet say Simon wrecked my hole. He shifted so that he was sitting up more, holding onto my hips for leverage he pounded his big fat cock into my virgin hole. “Fuck you’re tight, I’m not going to last long,” he said. I didn’t care though so long as he would make me feel like this again. “I’m gonna blow my load inside of you. Do you want that? You want my load?” “Yes cum inside me,” I said without thinking. The rhythmic thumping of flesh on flesh had replaced my heartbeat as the rhythm of my driving force and sweat pored off of each of us. “I’m so close,” he whispered, his face contorted with the effort to stave off orgasm for a few moments more, but it was too much. He slammed as deep into me as he could and fired off his load. I groaned much to loudly as I felt his hot seed spill into my guts, knowing in the back of my mind that I should be scared, that I shouldn’t be doing this, but I wanted it so badly. Simon shook a little as he came and then held still, his cock still inside of me for a long moment. Then he kissed me hard on the lips and pulled out of me. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, Simon's cock nestled between my ass cheeks as if ready to leap back inside as soon as possible.
    5 Points
  43. shinelover

    The Furnace Man's Surprise Visit

    CONTINUED . . . (part 2) He fucked me in that same position for about ten minutes, which I don’t mind at all -it is one of my favorite ways to be fucked, but then he withdrew, helped me turn over onto my back, climbed between my legs and eased his cock into my hole as I wrapped my legs around him. “I want to see the look on your face while I fuck you. Okay?” he asked, already working up to another orgasm. “Absolutely. I want to see what you look like while you enjoy my ass,” I grinned. “And when you cum in me, well, that’s the best.” “Oh, fuck, I’m getting close again,” he panted. “Come on, give it to me, fill me up!” I demanded as he slammed down into me over and over again, until he drove in balls deep and locked his eyes with mine. He was breathing hard through his nose like a bull, and a low growl started in his throat that picked up to a full-on growl as he again emptied his balls into my ass. We stayed like that for who knows how long, eyes locked, his cock inside me, draining its precious seed into my body. When our breathing returned to normal, he slipped out of me and lay beside me again. I reached over to the night stand and dug out a small butt plug that I never really used anymore (it really isn't big enough for my liking) and slipped it into my ass. “You still need something in you?” he laughed. “Well, yes and no. But I am going to run downstairs to grab a couple of beers and I didn’t want any of your cum to run out of my ass along the way.” “Fine by me. Your ass felt even hotter that last time after you already had my first load in there. And I will be adding more if you’re up for it.” Fuck he looked so sexy laying in my bed, totally naked, a furry stud body, and his beautiful cock already beginning to stir between his legs. “I told you, anything you can give me,” I replied with sincere smile before disappearing downstairs. I was back in a flash, and then we spent a few minutes drinking beer and talking while his balls restocked their juice. “So, just out of curiosity, how many loads do you plan on giving me tonight?” I finally had to ask. “The most I’ve cum in a day is eight times, of course that was just jerking off, but still. Want to try and break that record?” “Fuck yeah,” I told him, my voice suddenly not as conversational as it had been. A fire had just been lit. “So that’s a lot of fucks. Want to try a different room or position?” “Shower for sure, but not yet. We’ve got lots of sweating to do before we get to that. I saw a big ole dining table downstairs. I’d like to bend you over it and pound you from behind.” I upended my beer and finished it, and then slid off the bed. “Then let's go,” I suggested. We practically raced down to the dining room where he carefully eased the plug out of my ass so I wouldn’t gape open and lose his previous deposits, and slid back into me. He took hold of my hips and just railed me from behind, pounding me into that entire tingly body ecstasy that you rarely get from fucks. It’s often just a lot of frenzy, but this kind of fuck consumes your entire being. I honestly have no idea how long he fucked me like that, but it was longer than the first two fucks tonight. I just stayed bent over the table, actually clawing at it a little from the insane pleasure he was bringing to my ass, and grunting with every intense penetration. Over and over he drove into me, and I eventually noticed his pounds were getting erratic. He was getting close. He slam fucked me as he worked towards his third orgasm. Glancing to my right, I caught a glimpse of the plug he had removed from my ass. It still glistening with his cum. Almost involuntarily I reached over, grabbed it, took it into my mouth and vigorously licked it, savoring the taste of his cum. “Oh, fuck, what are you doing?” he wailed. “You fucking filthy whore!” he roared as he blasted me even more powerfully than he had before, his balls draining again into my hungry hole. His thrusts were so hard and balls-deep, and him calling me a whore, well, it set me off and my dick exploded onto the dining table. My hole was spasming around his throbbing cock as we both sailed through powerful orgasms at basically the same time. He leaned over and rested his chest against my back, both of us breathing hard, and covered in sweat. We stayed like that for a few minutes until we could breath normally, and then he took the plug from me and eased it back into my ass as he slowly eased his dick out. We straightened up and stretched out our limbs, but then he put his hand on the back of my neck and pushed me down to the table. “Lick it up,” he instructed. So I happily licked up my own load, but I let it pool beneath my tongue instead of swallowing right away. I love that feeling as it slides around inside my mouth. He let me back up, and I turned quickly and locked a kiss on him before he could think about what was happening, and released the cum into his mouth as our tongues dueled. I saw his facial expression turn to shock when he realized what I had done, but within seconds he was frantically kissing me back, his tongue invading my mouth and seeking out the cum that I had hidden in there. When our kiss finally broke, we were both panting again, and very happy. He placed his big hand on my shoulder and gently guided me down where his cock was hard and bobbing in front of him. “Lick me clean,” he ordered. So I cleaned his cock of the cum that coated it, from the last load and the two before, all mixed up in my ass. Although there wasn’t a mouthful, I saved it and when he let me up I guess he already expected me to share with him, and pulled me into another toe-curling tongue kiss. Who knew this guy was going to be such a horny and kinky fucker? I thought I’d get another pound or two and he’d be on his way. Instead he’d rimmed my ass, fucked me three times, made me eat my cum and then ate both mine and his. I couldn't help but wonder what else I can get him to do....
    4 Points
  44. One of my fantasies is getting a top to prep my hole with a toothbrush and then pump his toxic cum deep into my prepped and torn up hole...ugh
    4 Points
  45. madeupnameforporn

    Shameless

    Two days later, after more dirty texts than I can remember, Mark was on his way over to my place. It was just going to be me and him. No Danny, in fact I don’t think he even told him what we were doing. I was worried how that would go especially since Danny and I work together but Mark had us kissing and sucking at work so I didn’t spend to much time worrying about it. And then he was here and we were kissing and kissing and kissing. We made it to the bedroom and out of our clothes and I pushed him down on the bed and got between his legs and kissed his biohazard tattoo and then licked his balls slowly as his fingers played with my hair. Then I was sucking his big, fat, cut cock his hand forcing me further down on each stroke. I had to make myself relax my throat and then the head of his cock slid in and my nose was at the base of his cock. He held me there for a minute and then let me suck for a bit before he pulled me up and pushed me back so he could suck me. He licked and sucked my cock and balls, then coming up to kiss me, telling me how right now, right here I was his. I just moaned and let him work his magic. He crawled up and rubbed my cock on his hole slowly putting some pressure on my cock. We locked eyes and he sat down on my cock. Spit and a small amount of lube helped but he was tight and my cock is thick and it was stretching his hole. He reached over and took a hit of poppers and gave me some and after a minute he started riding my cock his ass squeezing me and making my whole body tingle. He rode me for about 10 minutes alternating fast and slow strokes then pulled off of me and flipped me over and started to eat my ass. He spread my cheeks and buried his tongue into my hole. He would lick down my balls and suck my cock into his mouth as he fingered my hole working me open and getting me ready for his super sized cock. He fed me more poppers and then all at once in one long quick stroke he was buried all the way in me and he started fucking me right away. It fucking hurt and took my breath away but then it was amazing. He was taking what he needed. Using me as a hole for his poz cock, relentlessly pounding into me. Telling me how he was going to bred my neg ass with his poz load and then he would own me forever. How he knew he was going to poz me up, that we would be connected forever. Then he would slow down and pull all the way out and tease my hole with that big cock head of his only to slam back into me when I wasn’t expecting it. He was owning my ass and I was loving it. I don’t know how long he fucked me but part of me was begging him to stop and the other part—the more vocal part—was encouraging him to use me and breed my neg hole. That I knew he loved cheating on Danny and fucking giving me something that he had only been giving him for years. That got him pounding even hard and suddenly he buried himself balls deep and I could feel his cock throb as he unloaded into me and then he was slow fucking me, pushing his load deeper into me. My load that had been leaking out of my cock was all over the sheets and I reached down and got some and fed it to him. He pulled out and we kissed and after we caught our breath he told me that he really had not cheated in the time he and Danny had been together. That the 3ways we did had opened up Danny’s opinion on sex with others and that is why he had us fool around at work. That and it turned him on. I asked if he was going to tell him about today and he said he wasn’t sure but that he didn’t have to be home for several hours and he wanted to swap some more loads. We spent the next few hours talking about fantasies, what each others go to jack off scenario is etc. He told me he had a huge medical fetish and he loved fucking guys in scrubs. He told me his first HIV doctor had been an older guy who got very detailed in his past sexual history and did a very thorough assessment and that he had gotten a hard on but since he likes to show off he wasn’t worried about it. The doctor said he needed a sperm sample and was jacking Mark off when Mark realized the doctor was hard too and rubbed his hand against it. They ended up sucking each other that first time but eventually they fucked too. All this had both of us boned up again and we took turns fucking each other and telling more stories of things we had done and wanted to do. By the time Mark had to leave he had deposited 3 poz loads into me. I was so exhausted but my whole body was alive with the sensations of what we had just done. Cheated, taken poz loads and not just one but 3 over several hours. Was it wrong? Probably. Did we care right then? Nope, not at all. He texted me later saying he enjoyed it and he wanted to tell Danny but was nervous. I told him that sex is not the same as love. He loves Danny but I am just sex and sex is fun. He did end up telling Danny not that day but later and it all worked out. We still see each other mostly together, occasionally alone. Danny has really gotten into watching Mark and I together. He sits back stroking and telling us what he wants us to do, what he needs to see to get off. More stories for another time.
    4 Points
  46. asslikker

    Owned and Trained by Mr. X

    The Canary "Pain is weakness leaving the body," Marine Motto "Did y'all drink all the milk," Leah called out in the hallway from the kitchen. She heard a 'Yeah' from his room. "That just ain't right, JT. Now how my supposed to have my morning tea?" JT didn't answer so Leah walk down to his door. "You up?" "No," said JT, muffled under the covers. "Well, you best get up or you'll be missing speech. And Miss Marshall don't like when you miss even one of her classes." "Then she's gonna have to come on over here if'n she wants to see me. I feel poorly." Leah opened his door and stood next to his bed, him hiding under covers. He peeked out to see her standing there, hand on hip, empty tea cup dangling from her finger. "Whew," she whistled. "What cat dragged you in?" "I don't rightly recall." "What'd ya mean, you can't recall? "What I said. I remember meeting someone and I had a drink, and then I don't remember. He must of put something in it, cause next thing I remember was being home in bed with my clothes on." "When? Saturday?" "Must of been Sunday." "You mean you went out Friday and don't remember anything till Sunday. Jesus Christ Almighty, JT. You were out of it for two whole days and can't remember a thing? Or you don't wanna admit to remembering a thing?" "Leah, lay off. I feel I got cramps and fever." She felt his forehead. "Well, you're sweatin' like a whore in church. I'll get you some Motrin." He looked up at her with sad puppy eyes. "What? Stop that. If you're feeling bad you probably did something you should feel bad about." She saw a stash of crumpled up money lying on his dresser. She counted it. "What in Sam Hill? You got two hundred and fifty bucks. How'd you come up with two hundred fifty dollars sitting on your dresser? I thought you were broke." "Uh, that's part of what I can't remember. I woke up in my clothes and saw the money and can't remember where it came from." "Jeremiah Tiberius Reynolds, you know you don't ever need be ashamed of telling me anything. You know I wouldn't tell your momma or you daddy. But you be honest with me, hear?" "I'd tell you, but I swear to the Almighty, Leah, I can't remember a thing after that drink on Friday night." Her spider eyelashes blinked as she looked him over. "Well, you look sicker than a dog. I'll tell the Academy when I get there. Lemme fetch you the Motrin and you sleep." "Thanks Leah. I promise to go out and get milk when I get up. I wish I knew where that money came from. Maybe it'll come back to me." Leah brought him back the pills and some water, kissed his forehead, and let him be. He heard the front door lock. He recalled full well where he'd spent the last two days and nights, although at the end, Saturday night, when he passed out after an hour of getting balls and dick electrocuted, the last six words he recalled, and there were only six while strapped to the bed, were Vinnie's. Each shock accompanied a word: Muscles, Are, Required, Intelligence, Not, Essential. MARINE. Vinnie ingrained it into him at every opportunity, and used it to signal that he was about to let loose pure hell, no holds barred, on whatever punishment he was inflicting on Jeremy. Jeremy kept waiting for the time when he and Vinnie would hold each other's balls and squeeze till one or both of them came. He kept waiting for Vinnie to say, Look at my dick, look at my dick, and then it would be over and Vinnie would collapse, like he did in his videos, and there'd be a manly hug and it would be done. But it never came. All Vinnie did was abuse him the whole time. Yeah, at the beginning he made him feel things he never did, and it was crazy, but he was so out of it because of the slam. By the time Saturday morning came around, things started to make sense, but then he saw Vinnie shoot up and his real suffering began. He was gagged so he couldn't tell him to stop, only yell while getting kicked in the balls when he couldn't take any more. Or when he actually got a screwdriver stuck down his shaft and electrocuted, it went on for so long he lay at the end just twitching with every round of electricity. Vinnie got frustrated and slammed him again, and ramped up the abuse a hundred million times. His tits were electrified, pins stuck in them. He got a mask put on him and a vice put on his balls and felt them get crushed, but because he couldn't see what was happening, all he felt was pain. There was no fun in just pain. Vinnie laid him back, gentle like, and Jeremy thought he was going to be nice to him. Vinnie put a gas mask over his head filled with popper smell and was starting to get into it because of the aroma and Vinnie playing with his cock. But then he felt a needle go through the skin between his balls and his shaft. It wasn't a point for slamming. It was just the needle part. He screamed into his gag and inside the gas mask, but that didn't do nothing. Another needle when in right above that, and on and on until Vinnie had put in a stack of needles that reached up to the head. Jeremy thought that'd be the end of it. But after a long wait he heard Vinnie unwrapped another set of needles. He said in a different tone of voice, one lacking any emotion like the first night, one that sounded cold and clinical, "Muscles," and another needle went right through his dick head. It hurt more than anything he'd ever felt, a feeling so intense things went dark for a moment. Vinnie waited for Jeremy to get back to full consciousness. "You back with me, cowboy? Camera's are rolling. We don't like dead air. Where were we? Right. Are," and a second needle perpendicular to the first, punctured through his urethra, out the top of his glans. Jeremy screamed, then made rapid pleas through his gag. He didn't have to pay him, just stop. He wouldn't tell nobody, just let him go. "Required," Vinnie replied. A third needle when in his pee slit and out the right side of his glans. "Just three more to go, partner. I'm sure you heard of Jacob's Ladder in Bible class. I did in catachism Well, this is my take. Intelligence," and with that Vinnie shoved another needle in Jeremy's pee slit emerging out the left side of the glans. Jeremy repeated 'please, please no,' which fell on deaf ears. "Not a ladder going to heaven, no," Vinnie stroked all the needles that ran up Jeremy's shaft, "but one going down to hell. This one's going to smart, sport. Take a big hit. Not!" and Vinnie punctured Jeremy's left testicle straight in with the needle going all the way into the core. Jeremy thrashed in his chains, trying to push himself off the bed. He pounded his fists against the bed, grabbed at Jeremy. "Essential," and the last needle punctured his other testicle. Jeremy tried to hold it in, but Vinnie pulled out the needle apologizing. "Sorry, partner, missed the center target. Once more, Essential!" Jeremy shrieked straight for one minute until the acute unimaginable pain subsided to only to an intense painful throb. His whole member was a constellation of wounds each one individual, taken together excruciating. Vinnie kept playing with Jeremy's cock and the needles gouging him. Jeremy felt the familiar alligator clamps that had shocked his nipples and earlier when the screwdriver was in his cock in the wee hours of the first night. Those early e-stims, Vinnie called them, those were a "three-piece warm-up band, JT. Now get ready for an opera." It agonized him, Vinnie hooking up the electrodes to the needles in his cockhead and shaft, but when he place the clamps on his testicles every movement made adjusting them tore through the center of the internal flesh of each ball. "Done in a second. You just hang in there, partner." Jeremy whimpered but endured the pain. There wasn't much else he could to. "Now I remember you don't like having your butt played with and I can't blame you. I'm the same way. And believe me I don't derive any pleasure in this but what's an opera without base notes." He felt Vinnie pushing a lubed object the size of a quail's egg up his butthole. It slid passed his sphincter and land next to his prostate. "Hope that wasn't too personal, but I think we're pretty much beyond that. Okay, orchestra tuning up." Electrodes randomly zapped each part of his cock and ass and jolted him in every direction at once. Then quit. At first he only felt, or not even felt, thought, yeah, thought about a pulse in his prostate. There was something definitely there as least he thought so. But then he definitely felt a ticking, annoying at first but becoming stinging. Then the sting transferred to his glans then moved first up then down the ladder of needles to his balls. At his balls, the stinging became a jolt, a large jolt in the left, then an even larger zap in the right, then both, then repeated—left, right, together, left right, together—each time increasing in amplitude. As it crecendoed to an intensity that made him dance to an unheard tune, just as suddenly it quit. "Pretty impressive, right?" Vinnie started the pattern again, this team in a higher key. Allegro—sharper, faster, more emphatic. "So weird huh? Where'd I learn to be this musical? Asbury Park high school marching band? Oh, no, no, no. What are you, crazy? Paris? Vienna? Try Nicaragua, Jeremy. Didn't know the Nicaraguan's had a taste for the classics? Well, not the pomp of the oompah marching band played for the generals standing on balconies. No, basements with captains and lieutenant-colonels supervising sadistic soldiers that I received training first hand. Ah, those classic strums on the guitar, beautiful serenades I heard out the window, covering my shrieks inside the chamber. Chamber music," he laughed. To Vinnie, Jeremy's background screams were of a pattern, but you had to listen closely. He'd start with a flare of intense voltage deep in his rectum, then traded up to a quick succession of yelps as the head of his penis erupted in head-thrashing, teeth-gritting anguish. The pain, like a xylophone running up and down his shaft, was a favorite of Vinnie's. He'd often come back to it like a chorus or a refrain. His main melody, though, remained in the balls. The agonizing sound produced by the balls he perfected and was closest to, partially through trial and error, but principally through personal experience. Vinnie made a few adjustments since he hadn't heard Jeremy singing for a minute or two. "Since I was caught up trading arms—we sold to those in power and those wanting power because that's what we do—as a prisoner my country had no need or any more knowledge of me. I was on my own. I have to tell you, Jeremy—" Jeremy bellowed out a torturous screech, "Oh! Fuck yes, that's it! You get it now! Jeremy, I have to tell you when it's every man man for himself and you're the only man, you are fucked! I know you feel me. And those crank electrical generators that they show in movies, they get the job done. I would have like to share it with you, but they are hard to get a hold of. I've tried, believe me. The basic set up attached to a man's balls unlocks the keys within a few days. Cause there's no scars or damage, you can start again from scratch. Then another few days after you've sung, for your captives to be sure there wasn't any lying. Then a few more days just for hell of it. Since our government has a policy of not paying ransoms—which was the point for the Iran-Contra controversy, Jeremy—go think of that irony." Playing with dials and switches, Vinnie got Jeremy singing a beautiful series of rhythmic screams. His songs literally were music to Vinnie's ears. Vinnie had sung them, why not the boys that came to him too. They would share the splendor, justify why'd you'd say anything to make it stop. Something with a samba beat? Vinnie made a few changes to the syncopation and undulating amplitudes, voltage would generate on one set of cycles, while another pattern altogether at odds with the first would, eventually, pair up. What was singularly bearable—more teeth-gritting stuff—when the two electrical patterns merged, physically, and—because you could predict it coming a mile down the road—psychically, it paired up unendurable torment opening those teeth to a sustain hollering. If the tormentors were truly good at the job (and Vinnie learned expertly from his), well, a sustained, especially piercing one note of agony could indefinitely be strung out. Or until the singer passed out. Or died. It happened. Usually this was set in the minor key of "no-no-no" for the performer was aware of the terrible logic of the song. Jeremy was at this stage. Vinnie listened enrapt. Jeremy's cries, then screams, when he saw what was about to happen, were pitch perfect. The boy wasn't dumb as he looked. (Although Vinnie noted he looked pretty darn good. He stuck his middle finger in the boy's butt to fine-tuned the plug to ensure it was aligned with the prostate and got a zap for his trouble.) "Okay, choir boy. Ready for the finale? Time to make you a soprano. Time for the fat lady to sing." Jeremy adamantly shook his head. He wasn't going to be able to live through this. "Muscles Are Required," Vinnie said turning the dial to the top until Jeremy yelled his guts out. "And who takes you in, Jeremy, after you've given your all for your country? Well, who would that be, Jeremy, question mark?" He gave a game show buzz sound and accompanied it by a shot up the dial to 10. "Incorrect. The correct answer is Cuba!" Vinnie brought the dial back to 6. "And who do you get turned over to once you've sung any other songs with a Latin beat you might have in you? No, wrong again!" Vinnie dialed up to 10 a second time, and left it there watching Jeremy flop like a pinned frog on his soft leopard-spotted bed, before bringing it down and leaving it at an intense 7. In a game show voice he replied to himself, "The answer is The Kremlin—who knows, as a special operative, you must have one or two last songs to sing to be valuable enough to finally get traded back to the U.S. of A.—and as a canary you'd do anything to survive the wires connected to your balls." Vinnie turned up to 10 and left it there, monoguing something terrible over Jeremy's horse, rasping shrieks. "A dishonorably discharged, Jeremy, for what it was all worth, at an Oakland loading dock. No marching bands, no crowds, just a few dock workers and a familiar Russian junky who just so happened I'd share a cell with. A plant you might ask? Probably, Jeremy, but one who might could put you to work in a bar in San Francisco. Maybe set you up with your own business. 'No scruples, but many rubles,' Mr. X, the only one there to greet me, certainly was lyrical. He was poetry in a perverted soul, had and still has many connections. You could make good life here, he told me when he drove me into the city. A sleazy one, but do you care at this point? Screw the world like it screws you. The boy was unresponsive. He switched off the tens unit and began putting away his toys. "Intelligence." Boys willingly sign on dotted line in my country for less. Boys in the slums fist themselves, take rape of old men, take shit for eating, take American baseball bats up themselves for food, for American men to download for enjoyment. Everyone goes home winner. "Not." That's four sessions back to back. Two with masks. Two face uncovered. That's two-fifty in one weekend. More than he got in a month wired from back home. On the walk back to his apartment he figured out what four weekends like that would get him. "Essential." And that wasn't even the private one-timers who paid a lot, lot more, Vinnie promised. Maybe five hundred for one night, depending on what he would be willing to do. He had his email and would be in touch. He'd keep the headshot, if JT didn't mind.
    4 Points
  47. logan43

    Closing Time

    Part 8 (as a reminder of where we left off) Josh looked up at Billy. He wasn’t sure what he was doing letting this dude fuck him (on camera no less). What had gotten into him? Billy’s thrusts got more intense as Josh studied the torso of the man who’s bare dick was inside him. He wasn’t at all like his obsession, Luke. He was skinny, if not sickly, and pale. Tatted up. Perhaps even a little dirty. While Josh’s dick remained soft, still a little precum emerged as it bounced on his stomach while Billy terrorized his ass. Josh moaned as he looked into Billy’s eyes and saw them roll back. “FUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!! Billy screamed. “FUCK!!! I’m cumming! I'm cumming! Fuck your ruined ass feels good!!! Oh shit, oh god, ooooh, oooh yeah.” A flood of semen invaded Josh's tight ass. The skin of Billy's big curved dick was now completely frictionless against Josh's guts because of a soup of diseased sperm. Billy then unceremoniously dropped Josh’s ankles, and his legs fell to the floor beside Billy’s. After a few seconds, Billy pulled his cock out of the pale white ass of Josh, pulling with it a bit of blood pink-tinged cum and ass juice. “That’s a fucking wrap,” Billy said into the camera. **** Part 9 Josh lay on the bed looking up at the hotel ceiling feeling used. The bright, hot lights from the film crew bore down on him, his ass was wet and sore, his heart was pounding, and his stomach was churning. “What the fuck just happened?” he thought to himself as deep inside Josh, a brutal war had been waged. The walls of his ass had been breached, and the enemy was advancing rapidly. Cells were dividing and multiplying, and Josh’s biology was changing allegiances. The enemy forces had gained a physical stronghold on their conquest. The virus’s war propaganda would soon win over Josh’s mind as well. Josh sat up, dazed, and looked down at his flaccid uncut dick between his legs, wet with precum. “I better shower before taking off for the bus station” he told the crowd gathered around a nearby laptop, reviewing the new breeding footage. Luke looked up and grinned as he said, “that was really hot.” Billy and Steve smirked as they assessed the pale and freckled undergraduate walking naked past them into the adjoining hotel room. Josh stepped into the bathtub and cut on the spray of the shower. He felt dirty and wanted to feel clean again. He came here today thinking he’d continue to develop a fluid romance with Luke. Instead a stranger – who he didn’t feel attraction to – bred him. On camera. The shower spray beat down on him, and he lathered his red hair with shampoo. Warm sudsy water poured down over his cock and down into the drain below, but no amount of soap could wash away the deadly virus that continued to foul Josh’s interior. Billy’s toxic cum had done what Luke’s did not: he’d successfully pierced Josh’s being. The hot water surged as if someone flushed a toilet nearby, awakening Josh from his post coital daze and to the fact that his cock was no longer soft. Instinctively his hand wrapped around his dick, and he began stroking himself, his mind immediately flashing to Billy. Whereas previously he’d jerked off fantasizing about Luke deep dicking his ass and seroconverting him, or of Scott’s condom breaking and busting his medicated nut inside him, or a variety of similar stories, at that moment Josh could not focus on anyone but Billy. The man who just fucked him with wild abandon, whose gaunt body boasted tattoos of disease, whose curved dick had navigated deep against his prostate and shot a radioactive load in him. Billy had implanted himself in Josh’s ass and mind. Slowly, Josh’s palm moved up and down his shaft, pulling his foreskin back and forth, exposing his sensitive cock’s head. The hot spray beat down on him and the small bathroom was shrouded in steam. He reached around to his back side and and began finger fucking his hole where he could feel Billy’s load. Josh's balls twitched, needing more. Billy – and Luke previously – had consummated what Scott could not: raw, man-on-man, truly penetrative sex. And Josh knew definitively in this moment, feeling what he knew to be toxic cum coating his fuck chute, that this was how sex was supposed to be for him, in spite of – or maybe because of -- the consequences. Back and forth he stroked his big white dick and pummeled his hole with three fingers. Finally Josh felt his balls tense, and with his legs flexed, he gripped his cock tightly and began feverishly jerking his Irish pride. A moan escaping his lips, Josh began shooting ropes of negative cum against the tile wall of the hotel bathroom, spurt by spurt, releasing his collegiate manhood in the shower. With a white flag of cum draped on the wall of the hotel shower, Josh’s body began its full surrender to the virus.
    4 Points
  48. Had a good week. There was a guy in town at a local hotel taking anon dick. I get there and the room is so dark i cant even see that he's on the bed. i get on and he starts working my cock in his mouth before I get him on all fours and slide my cock in his hole that's nice and wet. He tells me he has 2 in him already. I proceed to fuck him about 45 minutes and add 3 more to him. I left there and drove down to Fort Lauderdale to fuck the biggest cum dump I know. He still had loads in him from the night before at slammers and he was pretty wet. I ended up dumping 4 in him over the course of an hour and half. Later in the week, I met up with this 21 year old bug chasing cum dump who had 3 fresh loads in his ass from a BBC tagteam. His hole was sloppy and I gave a quick load and left. My next stop a day later was a gloryhole cump dump who had 3 pretty fresh loads in him. It was my first visit to him and I will be back that is for sure.
    4 Points
  49. jbucktown

    Chaser - My Path

    I went out a lot the first semester of sophomore year. I knew more guys since I had been going out, chatting online, sleeping with a few of them, and from school. I was starting to get good at guessing who was local and which guys were tourists. If I wasn't into the effort to take home a local; it was always easy to go to a hotel with one of the tourists. I hooked up fairly often, but not every time I went out. Most of those guys used condoms, but occasionally I left one of their hotel rooms filled with cum. I regretted those nights because I gave in to what I wanted - cum. I knew bareback sex was risky risk, but sometimes either the alcohol, the chemistry or the hot rough sex took over and the top fucked me bareback. In December, during finals I went to Oz with friends. We danced and drank and I was pretty drunk. One of my friends started dancing with a guy he met at the Gay and Lesbian Alliance Group, or whatever it was called then. I went up and started dancing with them. My friend and I were talking to them as we were dancing and I was introduced to everyone. That's when I met Connor. Full stop. Connor. It was like a bolt of lightning hit me when he first smiled and we said hello. He was gorgeous. 5'9", 145, eight pack, brown hair, clear blue eyes. He was a fucking dreamboat. I was mesmerized. I started dancing closer to him almost immediately. Then I felt the palm of his hand brush my hip and waist. I looked at him and danced closer. We kissed. It was amazing. That kiss. It was perfect; the pressure, the lips, the wetness. We kept kissing. He were grinding on each other and kissing in the middle of the dance floor. After about 30 minutes (according to Connor's friend); the guys interrupted us and we got another round of drinks. We all went out on the balcony and the two of us tried to be polite and talk to everyone else. It failed. All we wanted to do was talk to each other. We talked about a lot of things that night - school, family, life, being gay, liking to dance, no drugs, etc. We touched each other a lot while we talked. Eventually we went downstairs again to dance and we made out on the dance floor for hours. At almost 3am, we went back to his place which was 3 blocks from the bar. We made out. But, we were trying to be good. I didn't want this amazing guy to think I was a total whore. We took our shirts and pants off, but left our underwear on. We promised that while we kissed and explored each other that we would not touch each other's cock. That was torture. I was so hard and so into Connor. We made out and talked and ground our hips into each other until well after sunrise. Had I not had a paper due that day, I would have stayed. Without cumming, I left Connor's apartment. As soon as I finished the paper, I called and left Connor a message. I wanted to see him before I went home for the holidays. I had to see him that night because I had a final in two days and needed to study the next night and get on the plane. To be honest, he was all I could think about. There was no way I could study for the test while imagining seeing him again. We met at a coffee shop and talked and then went to his place. We kissed as soon as the door closed to his apartment. It was a repeat performance. I was all over him and he was all over me. But this time, Connor was more insistent in how he handled me. He was more in charge. We had discussed top/bottom roles the night before. Connor had me up against the wall. With his tongue in my mouth and his left hand holding my hands above my head, his right hand reached down and grabbed my cock in my jeans. He said, "I've wanted to do that since we met." He traced his fingers along the outline of my cock. He unbuttoned my jeans. I didn't object or struggle. He let go of my hands and I pulled off my shirt and then I pulled off his shirt. I sucked his nipples and licked his chest. I traced his abs with my tongue. Connor unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them. He said, "Touch my cock." I reached his jeans and grabbed the bulge from the outside. It was a gorgeous cock. The thick one I remembered from the night we met. He pushed me back against the wall, pushed off his jeans and unzipped mine. He reached his hand inside my briefs and put his hand on my cock. He stroked it. I shuddered. I almost came right then. I grabbed Connor's cock and slipped my fingers inside the leg of his briefs to gently touch that perfect thick cock. I was still hesitant. I didn't want Connor to think I was a slut. Connor, still kissing me, said, "Please touch my cock." I slipped my hand in his briefs and grabbed it. Connor was as excited as I was. He came in my hand as I was stroking him. He apologized immediately and looked very sheepish. I smiled, said it was hot and kissed him. I kept stroking him and was using his cum as lube to keep him hard. Connor told me to get naked. I did. He dropped to his knees and swallowed my cock. He sucked dick like a fucking Hoover. I had never experienced such an expert blowjob. I was grasping the wall, his shoulder, anything I could get my hands on. I was looking all over the studio apartment - coffee maker, a pot on the stove, refrigerator, bathroom door, mattress on the floor, crack in the ceiling. Anything but look at the beautiful boy sucking my cock. I was trying so hard not to cum yet, but he just sucked the cum right out of my cock. I exploded in his mouth. He swallowed my cum. He licked his lips and kissed me. I tasted my cum in his mouth. We sat on his bed. We talked while naked and we couldn't keep our hands off each other. I bent over and licked the cum off his cock and kissed him so he could experience tasting himself as I had a few minutes earlier. We laid on the bed and he rolled me on my back. He kissed me and pushed my hands above my head again. He ground his hips into mine and I felt his cock rub next to mine. I was hard again and so was Connor. He kissed me and put his legs between mine spreading my legs. I spread them, but not too far. I wasn't sure if we should have anal sex yet. I wanted to. But I also wanted Connor to like me and date me. He moved his right hand down my body and felt my ribs, my abs, my cock and then reached between my legs for my hole. He found it. He pushed his finger on it. I was not loose, but I was so turned on by Connor that my hole opened up for his dry finger. He fingered me a few times and then it started to hurt. I grunted. He saw the pain on my face, spread my legs forcefully, told me to hold them up and he started eating my ass. Fuck! His oral skills were impressive. He was driving me crazy. First the amazing blowjob and now the excellent rim job. My inhibitions were quickly fading as I gave in to his ministrations. He ate and tongue fucked my ass for a long time. At one point I thought he had impaled me on his tongue. I watched him as he ate my ass. Connor was making love to my ass with his tongue. Then he started fingering me again. I could tell he wanted to fuck me. He wasn't trying to get me off with his fingers. He was opening me up for his thick cock. Fingers from both hands pushed inside, spreading my hole. He climbed up my body, resting his cock on my ass, and he kissed me while he grabbed the lube and condoms. He put them both on the bed next to us as I sucked his tongue. He broke our kiss, slid back down my body, grabbing the lube and went to work on my ass again. He fingered lube into me and rubbed some on my cock. Connor came back up to kiss me and this time his cock landed right on my hole. I moaned. Connor kissed me and I spread my legs wider out of habit. His cock pressed on my hole as we kissed. I pushed down to meet his cock out of habit. I wanted the cock. I wanted his thick cock inside me. Connot looked me in the eyes and I felt his cock head push inside me as he ground his hips forward. My hole opened for the head of his cock. I gasped as his thick cock head popped inside. In a few minutes, his full fat cock was inside me. I felt Connor shudder and I said, "Fuck me Connor." He looked down and I could see his eyes flicker toward the unopened condom next to my thigh. He was pulling out. I was afraid he was going to take his cock away. I was afraid he was going to put that stupid condom on. All I wanted was to feel him close to me and feel him cum inside me. I didn't want some latex barrier between us. I wrapped my legs around him some and tried to pull him back inside me. Forceful Connor emerged again and he pushed my legs back up and said, "I'm in charge." And he pushed his cock all the way back in my ass to make his point. I grunted and he started fucking me. Connor's cock was filling my ass perfectly. I was moaning and watching his perfect body as he thrust into me and pulled out. It was an amazing sight to watch those abs and chest move in a rhythmic fashion to fuck me. Connor fucked me for about 10 minutes. I could tell he was getting close because he was stroking my cock harder. He asked if I was going to cum. I said, "You first." He asked, "Can I cum inside you?" I said, "Fuck yes. Do it." Connor stroked my cock and fucked my ass for about another minute before he came inside me. Just seeing his face when he came and the wet, warm feeling of him cumming in my ass; I blew all over my chest and abs. Connor collapsed on top of me. We kissed and fell asleep. We woke up to fuck 3 more times that night and once more before I left in the morning. He never looked at the condom again, but I did. I felt it digging into my abs as he fucked me on my stomach during the night. Once he came inside me again, I pulled the condom out from under me, looked at it and tossed it aside. Still unopened. Connor and I started dating that night.
    4 Points
  50. DXR215

    First Time With A Family Member

    Here's me and dad's story: we started when I was 18 he 36. He had just got out of prison. Armed robbery. Did 6 years. Went in pretty straight but...ya know. said the first cock he sucked was his cell mate, this tatted Nazi biker dude. After a few months he was hooked. Anyway when he got home, I was eager to reconnect. The prison was far from home and we only saw him a few times a year .I kinda knew I wasn't into girls but I didn't know for certain what I was. I just knew I was fascinated by his muscles and prison tats. One Saturday my mom went shopping, And I guess he thought that I gone with her, Cause I was hanging out in my room when i started to hear porn playing in the living room. But I didnt hear any females. So I quietly tip toe in and he's on the couch naked, jerking it to some old school gay VHS (this was 1997 after all). but uh, he saw me after a couple minutes of me staring at his cock and was like "get over here you little fag, I always knew you was queer." and just like that I was sucking dads cock. I had sucked others before but i had never been more turned on than just then. My dad was the one I first penetrated and was penetrated by. Oddly I fucked him before he fucked me. When we gets all spun he turns into a huge bottom. But I remember the first time (it was about 2 weeks intp it all) he shot me up with meth , gave me poppers and i was more than ready. Legs in the air and hole hungry for daddy's cock and cum. Didnt even hurt, it was liie something was finally there that had been missing my whole life. and when he came, just railing into me like a machine, but still kissing my neck, and as he came i could feel it filling me and he pushed in balls deep and held it there and whispered "Il love you son." And we actually both teared up a little bit, because before it had just been raw animal lust. But jsut then it was real, intimate. We had not really realized up until that moment how much we had missed one another. Click here to Reply or Forward
    4 Points

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