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Chapter 9 (and final) —— Josh —— Did I really just flood my little brother's butt full of toxic cum?!?!? He looked so hot riding my cock and his hole felt so tight and warm around my cock that I couldn’t of stopped myself. It wasn’t a small load either. I put one of the biggest poz loads of my life balls deep in his second hole. It be a miracle if I hadn’t just knock up Sammy! My cock twitched at the idea as we laid next to each other catching our breaths. The sweat thick on both of us. One of his last neg load all across my abs and chest. “Well that was super hot and a great surprise but there may be a few things we have to talk about.” I said, ready to get the awkward conversation out of the way. “Yea, that was intense, it was the best fuck of my life!” Sammy answered looking up at me with a big goofy smile. “What do you want to talk about? How soon we can go again? How often we can do it?” He was giggling as he asked his questions. His smile morphing into a mischievous one I had seen on many cock hungry boys. I also noticed his cock against my leg was now half hard where it had been soft seconds ago. “Woah there cowboy, its not time to mount up again. I need to mention something that might be a little startling to you.” I said as he moved his hand to my cock. I took his hand in mine to keep him from working my cock before we talked. “Okay, so I maybe should have told you this earlier but I am HIV positive and I haven’t been on antiviral medicine in a while. Well, truthfully, I never started them.” I told him looking into his eyes not knowing what to expect. “Oh, well umm I am not sure what to say to that. I mean I am negative or I was as of a few months ago when I tested last. I never got around to getting on Prep or anything.” Sam didn’t look upset or anything. He wasn’t smiling anymore instead his face was fixed into one of thought and concentration. It seemed like he was trying to figure something out. I stayed silent waiting to see what he was going to say. “I know that sounds bad that I was fucking raw and not on prep but I just wasn’t really worried about it. I mean I always fuck with regulars or friends of regulars. Plus, I tend to top more than bottom.” He finally said. “I understand that. I know serval guys like that. I was a bit of a chaser truthfully. I mostly top too, but I heard about a guy that pozzed up my friend. The guy had lied and told my friend that he was negative so he could stealth poz him. I decided to let the guy do the same to me. I been gifting guys since.” I briefly explained. “Ok, so chasing is guys that want HIV and gifting is giving HIV to someone that wants it. Stealthing is giving it to someone without them knowing. Do I have that right?” “Yea, in a nutshell that’s it.” I replied relieved at how he was handling it. Then he surprised me. “Have you ever stealth anyone? Wait, you didn’t tell Fernando before you bred him did you?” He was getting excited and his cock was starting to rally after it had deflated as we were talking. “Yea, I put my poz seed in his hole and he has no clue it was toxic. He wasn’t the first and won’t be the last I am sure.” I replied. Sam moved back to straddle my hips as he leaned down and put his lips to mine. We started to make out as he moved his hand to my nipple so he could play with it. I got rock hard instantly and as we made out he lowered his hole onto my cock slowly inching my dick into his used hole. My cum worked as lube to ease my now diamond hard poz cock into his sweet neg hole. My dick began working the charged cum from earlier deeper into Sam all while adding more dirty precum in his hole. He moaned into my mouth as our tongues tangled together. He started to ride my cock harder and faster. I moved my hips so that my up stroke meet his downward motion. He broke our kiss and leaned back as he looked me in my eyes. There was so much desire there that it almost made me cum instantly. “I want you to infect my negative hole big brother!! I want to poz other men with you!! I want us to be pigs together and share our secret pozzings!!” Me practically cried to me. I came within seconds of him completing his last sentence. I flooded his negative hole with another huge load. He was for sure going to get my strain and become my poz son! As I was unloading in him Sam started to stroke his big fat uncut cock. I stopped him and picked us up flipping us around so he was now on his back on the bed. I reached over and grabbed lube from the night stand drawer. I sat back and squirted a glob in my hand and worked it over Sam’s monster cock. I then refilled my hand and reached behind me to lube my hole. I kept eye contact with Sammy as I applied the lube. I didn’t break eye contact either as I sat down on his big fat uncut dick. Going slowly as I started taking him in. His size was a lot to get use to but it felt right. Once I had it all the way in, I started to slowly ride him. Picking up speed as my hole stretched open. I wanted him to load me deep with what would be his last negative load. That is exactly what I told him as I was riding his dick. Up and down, faster and faster I rode as we talked dirty till finally Sam’s face scrunched up and I felt him fill my ass full of his seed. I was in heaven. I collapsed on him and rest on his chest as his cock softened and slide form my hole. I knew I’d want to feel him in me again and soon. We rested for a bit before moving to the shower where my little bro convinced me to put a third toxic load deep in him. This was going to be so much fun. Very soon he’d be my poz son and we’d be tagging and stealth pozzing negative ass all over the city!! ——————— I hope you all enjoyed the story. I feel like this is a good stopping point, at least for this part of the story. I may revisit again with a fresh chain/story in the future. Only time will tell. Thank you all for you positive feedback. I really have enjoyed reading all the comments and seeing all the reactions. Uncut

Alex gripped the steering wheel of his beat-up sedan, the engine humming steadily along the dusty backroad in rural Oregon. At 18, fresh out of high school, he was on a solo road trip to clear his head—away from his overbearing parents and the small-town boredom. Barely five-foot-four and slender as a reed, with messy brown hair and wide, trusting blue eyes, Alex looked younger than his years. He wore a simple t-shirt and shorts, his smooth legs kicking idly as he drove, radio playing some upbeat pop tune. Up ahead, thumb out by a faded signpost, stood a hulking figure. The guy was massive—over six-foot-five, broad-shouldered, with a wild beard streaked in grime and clothes that hung off his frame like rags: a threadbare flannel shirt unbuttoned to reveal a hairy chest, ripped jeans clinging to tree-trunk thighs, and scuffed boots caked in mud. His face was weathered, eyes sharp under bushy brows, a smirk playing on cracked lips. Alex slowed, heart thumping a bit—he'd never picked up a hitchhiker before, but the man looked harmless enough, waving cheerfully. 'Hey, kid! Goin' west?' the stranger called as Alex rolled down the window. His voice was gravelly, laced with a faint Southern drawl. 'Uh, yeah, toward Portland,' Alex replied, biting his lip. 'You need a ride?' The man chuckled, opening the door and sliding into the passenger seat, his bulk making the car dip. Up close, he reeked of sweat, campfire smoke, and something earthier—like unwashed skin after days on the road. 'Name's Rex. Appreciate it, buddy. Been walkin' since dawn. You got a kind face.' He extended a massive, callused hand, engulfing Alex's in a firm shake. Alex flushed, starting the car again. 'I'm Alex. No problem. It's a long drive alone.' They chatted lightly—Rex spinning tales of odd jobs and wandering adventures, making Alex laugh with exaggerated stories. The hobo's presence filled the space, his knee brushing Alex's thigh accidentally at first, then lingering. Alex shifted, uncomfortable but polite, not wanting to seem rude. An hour in, Rex scratched at his armpit, wincing. 'Damn, I must stink like a skunk. Haven't had a proper wash in weeks. You mind if we swing by my place? It's just off this exit—got a little shack in the woods. I could use a shower bad, and hell, you look like you could too after this heat.' Alex hesitated, glancing at the clock. It was getting late, and the road was empty. 'Your place? I thought you were hitching...' Rex grinned, all teeth. 'Yeah, I'm between spots, but I keep a crash pad nearby. Nothin' fancy, but there's water and soap. Come on, kid—be a pal. I'll even throw in some cold beers from the fridge.' His eyes twinkled with feigned innocence, but there was a predatory glint Alex missed in his naivety. Against his better judgment, Alex nodded. 'Okay, sure. Why not?' They veered off the highway onto a rutted dirt path, trees closing in like walls. Rex's 'shack' emerged—a dilapidated cabin, roof sagging, windows boarded, surrounded by overgrown weeds. It smelled of damp wood and neglect inside, a single room with a lumpy mattress, a wood stove, and a tiny bathroom tacked on. 'Home sweet home,' Rex boomed, kicking off his boots. 'Shower's through there. You go first, Alex—I'll grab those beers.' Grateful for the courtesy, Alex stripped down in the cramped space, the water sputtering cold at first, then warming. He soaped up quickly, rinsing the road dust from his lithe body, his small cock and balls dangling innocently between pale thighs. Toweling off, he wrapped it around his waist, emerging to find Rex lounging on the mattress, shirtless, a can in hand. 'Here ya go,' Rex said, tossing him a beer. His eyes raked over Alex's slim frame, lingering on the towel's bulge. They clinked cans, Rex downing his in gulps while Alex sipped nervously. The hobo's chest heaved with each breath, dark hair matting down to a treasure trail disappearing into his jeans, which strained against an obvious, massive outline snaking down his leg. Conversation flowed easy at first, but Rex steered it personal—asking about Alex's life, if he'd ever been with anyone. The beer warmed Alex's cheeks, loosening his tongue. 'Nah, not really. I'm... kinda shy.' Rex nodded sympathetically, scooting closer on the mattress, his thigh pressing against Alex's bare one. Before Alex could react, Rex's hand clamped on his shoulder, the other yanking the towel away. 'Shy, huh? Let's fix that.' Alex yelped, scrambling back, but Rex was on him like a freight train—pinning the boy face-down with one arm, the weight crushing his ribs. 'What—stop! Let me go!' Alex gasped, kicking futilely. Rex laughed low, grinding his hips down. Alex felt the monster in those jeans—thick as a wrist, at least ten inches soft, now hardening into a battering ram against his ass. 'Picked you up fair and square, kid. Time to pay the toll.' He ripped open his fly, freeing the beast: a veiny, uncut colossus, purple head oozing precum, balls heavy and low like pendulums. The stench hit Alex—musky, rank from days without washing, foreskin packed with smegma. 'No, please—I'm not gay!' Alex begged, tears springing up as Rex spat on his hand, smearing it roughly between the boy's cheeks. His virgin hole clenched in terror, pink and untouched. Rex ignored the pleas, lining up the fat cockhead and shoving forward. The ring resisted, then tore with a wet pop, Alex's scream ripping through the cabin as inches invaded his guts. 'Fuuuck, tight as a nun,' Rex groaned, hips snapping to bury half his length. Blood trickled immediately, the dry friction shredding delicate tissues. Alex clawed at the mattress, body arching in agony, but Rex pinned his wrists above his head with one massive paw, the other fisting his hair to yank his face up. 'Scream all you want—ain't nobody hearin' out here.' He thrust deeper, the full girth stretching Alex impossibly wide, balls slapping against the boy's taint with each brutal pump. The hobo's sweat dripped onto Alex's back, mixing with the blood seeping from his ruined entrance. Rex fucked like an animal, grunting with effort, his beard scraping the kid's neck as he bit down hard, drawing coppery beads. Alex's insides burned, feeling like they were splitting—prostate mashed, rectum ballooning around the invasion. Rex flipped him onto his back midway, folding Alex's legs to his chest, exposing the obscene sight: his hole gaping around the pistoning shaft, frothy red lube coating the veiny length. 'Look at that pussy open up,' Rex taunted, slamming home to hilt, cockhead battering Alex's depths. The boy sobbed, cock flopping limp on his belly, untouched and shriveled from pain. Rex leaned in, forcing a sloppy kiss, tongue shoving into Alex's mouth, tasting of beer and decay. Pace quickening, Rex's balls tightened, the giant cock swelling thicker. 'Gonna fill you, boy. Breed that cherry hole.' Alex shook his head wildly. 'No—pull out! Condom!' But Rex just laughed, choking him lightly with one hand, the other pinching his nipples raw. With a bellow, he erupted—hot jets of cum blasting deep, flooding Alex's bowels. Rope after rope, the load voluminous, some backflowing out around the seal, mixing with blood into a creamy pink mess. Rex kept pumping through his orgasm, churning the seed until it frothed. 'That's my gift to ya,' he panted, pulling out with a suction pop. Alex's hole winked open, a cavern leaking steadily—cum bubbling out, tinged red. But Rex wasn't done. He straddled the boy's chest, the spent cock—still semi-hard and slick—hovering over his face. 'Clean it.' When Alex turned away, Rex slapped him hard, then forced the head past his lips, gagging him on the bitter cocktail of ass, blood, and semen. Alex retched, but Rex face-fucked him shallowly, wiping the mess on his tongue. 'Good boy. Now, about that pozzin'—I'm HIV positive, kid. Been fuckin' raw for years. You just got a nice, fresh dose pumpin' through your veins.' Alex's eyes widened in horror, choking on the words, but Rex just grinned, stroking himself back to full mast. 'Don't worry, you'll learn to love it. Round two starts now.' He flipped Alex onto his stomach again, mounting him without pause. The second rape was rougher, the cum-lubed hole yielding easier but still tearing afresh with the renewed assault. Rex hammered relentlessly, balls smacking wetly, his weight crushing Alex into the mattress. The boy whimpered, body going limp from shock, feeling the hot load sloshing inside as Rex added more—another creampie, sealing the infection deeper. Hours passed in the dim cabin, Rex using every position: bending Alex over the rickety table, legs spread wide as he reamed from behind; hoisting him against the wall, impaling him mid-air while biting his shoulders bloody; even sitting on the mattress, bouncing the limp boy on his lap like a ragdoll, gravity forcing the cock deeper with each drop. Cum leaked in rivers down Alex's thighs, his hole swollen and prolapsed slightly, a red, puffy ring everted from the abuse. By dawn, Rex had unloaded four times, each spurt a viral payload. Alex lay curled on the floor, shivering, his ass a throbbing ruin—bruised purple, leaking endlessly, abdomen cramping from the invasion. Rex zipped up, tossing a stained blanket over him. 'You can crash here till you sober up. But you're mine now, kid. Drive me wherever after.' Alex sobbed quietly, the weight of violation and infection sinking in, his naive world shattered in one brutal night.

Yesterday I made a trip to Brown Bag Video in Ottawa Illinois. I have only been there one other time and my expectations were not high but I thought I would give it a shot. You pay a clerk the 10 dollar fee and go back to the cinema/lounge where they have about 20 nice sized booths playing preselected videos. Most are not very good. I’m not a big porn consumer but I really don’t like production porn where the men are using condoms. It’s not representative of the sex I have. Anyway.. I walked around the very dark hallways looking in the open rooms to only see a few men standing or sitting on the benches watching the videos. I went into a booth and within a minute an older man with a belly came in to my room and closed the door behind him. I stood up and he grabbed my crotch through my pants and started to unbutton his. He kissed me with a lot of tongue and started pulling down my pants. He turned me around and bent me over. I really like it when a man is Dom so I did as the daddy wanted. He started to eat my pussy with a skill level that let me know it was definitely not his first. After a few minutes he stood me back up and turned me around and told me to suck him. His cock was nice. It was fat and about 7.5 or 8” long. As a seasoned bottom I sucked his cock good and he kept telling me what a good boy I was and to keep doing my job. After several more minutes he stood me up and kissed me again for a few minutes and turned me back around to eat my pussy again. He then asked if I wanted his load and I shook my head yes. He said where do you want daddy’s load and I just spread my cheeks open. He said good boy again and slid his cock in me. He started to piston me slow while telling me how good my cunt felt. I just kept moaning and thanking him. He kept saying what a good boy I was to just be there to take all loads for daddy’s. I said yes sir. He then asked me one more time, where I wanted his load. I said deep in my pussy sir. He did I was a good boy again and said I was going to get it. He then bred me deep. When he seemed to be done I turned around and sucked him clean. He said I was a good boy again and left. This was the first of a few I took yesterday.

With everyone on PreP these days (or good HIV drugs), being a bug chaser is pretty much a thing of the past anymore. It might be a hot idea, but getting knocked up is nigh on impossible. Or so I thought. So, I basically came of age well after the AIDS crisis (I was born in 1985), but slightly before PreP was available. So I still had all the AIDS fear and proper condom use education and rapid HIV testing and monogamy and such built into my sexual existence. I also was a late bloomer and was denying my sexuality for quite some time, so I didn’t start gay stuff until I was in my 20’s. My doc gave me a prescription for PreP when I turned 30, and I admit I took it for a few years. You know, to be a ‘good boy’. But in the semi-rural midwestern town where I live and the lack of sex I was getting, well… it just didn’t seem worth it. So I stopped taking it. And when my doc would ask, I’d lie and say I’d been basically celibate. Which I sorta had. I had a couple of semi-regulars, and they were all Prepped and Doxy’d to the hilt. So according to all the labwork, I was behaving myself and not being needlessly risky. Even though I fantasized about being risky. Like all the time. It made me slightly sick to my stomach to admit, but the bug chasing stuff really turned me on. It started small, as it always does. I accidently stumbled across some bareback porn online that featured a poz top and a neg bottom. I watched it- simultaneously horrified and aroused. And horrified AT my arousal. But then, as with all kinks, I kept searching out more pozzing porn, especially stealthing. And then the conversion stories. And the more I saw and read, the more I was turned on. So much so that it became all I would jack off to. I was borderline obsessed. I even thought about going to a big city like Chicago or New York and deliberately searching for a poz guy to fuck me raw. But I invariably always chickened out. Instead I stuck with my regulars and my rich, albeit perverted, fantasy life. Well, all that changed on my cruise. So, this is going to feel like it was all fated to happen, but I won a cruise. Yup, it was one of those fund-raising raffles that I got hit up to participate in at work. Yet another churchy raffle with mostly janky prizes. When Karen came around the office hawking the tickets, I dutifully chucked in my five bucks for one to get her off my back and promptly forgot all about it. Until I was contacted a couple months later and told I’d actually won the 5-day Caribbean cruise. Well I’ll be fucked—quite literally, as it turns out. Now, I rarely take vacations, it’s usually to go camping and explore a national park or something. Never once have I ever said “I’d like to go on a cruise” except maybe to Alaska. But I really don’t like the idea of being trapped on a floating casino-buffet with old people. Or children. Or both. But heck, this was free and I figured why the hell not? So I put in for the time off, and planned for my first cruise ship experience to sort of celebrate my 40thbirthday. The free cruise was pretty much as I expected. Small room. Not the fanciest boat in the fleet. Not super exciting ports of call. Families and older people abounded. About what you would expect from a donated church raffle prize. The only bonus was a cute Steward in my cabin area. Built. Cuban. Probably somewhere in his mid 20’s. Swarthy with a bit of an edge. Like a naughty, sexy edge that he exuded—I believe the younger folk call it ‘big dick energy’. And definitely gay. My eye contact with him as I boarded tipped him off as to which way I swung, I think. Or maybe it was the way my eyes lingered over the crotch of his very snug, very revealing trousers. But then again, these cruise workers are always hustling and working angles. And they seem to be very adept at spotting ‘fellow travelers’. Anyway, when I was getting situated the first day he introduced himself as Diego and offered to be of assistance for anything I needed. “Anything?” I asked, with a smirk. “Oh yes. I am here to help make this a good experience for you.” He replied, measuredly without breaking eye contact. “Well, I’ve never been on a cruise before so I’m a bit lost on what to do. Perhaps you could swing by my cabin and fill me in when you get off?” I say with every bit of ham-fisted double-entendre I can muster. He smiled. “I’ll come by at 8.” And then he was off. I wandered the ship and generally busied myself for several hours, before heading back to my cabin to get ready. And precisely at 8 pm, there was a light knock on my door. I answered, and he looked around furtively before ducking inside and closing the door quickly. “It is frowned upon to fraternize with the passengers,” he tells me. “I have to be careful.” “It’ll be our secret,” I assure him as I got on my knees. I unzipped his pants, which were even more snug with his erection, and pulled out a gorgeous, thick piece of uncut meat. It was hefty and girthy, with loose skin mostly covering the head. I immediately got to work tonguing and working his foreskin- much to his delight. In between me sucking him, we each got naked, until he was standing in front of me in all his glory. Which is when I saw the tattoo on his ass cheek. A small biohazard symbol. My dick jumped. This was my chance! I’d never been with a poz guy before and my stomach instantly churned with butterflies. “I see your poz,” I say looking up at him hopefully. He nodded. “I am, but I am healthy and undetectable.” I frowned, which he must have seen. His dick started to soften. “If it’s a problem, I can leave,” he said matter of factly. “Oh, no. It’s definitely not a problem. In fact… it’s kind of a… a turn on?” I whispered. “I just sorta wish you were POZ poz, you know?” “Oh really?” he asked, and there was that naughy sexy glint in his eyes. And his dick instantly got to fully mast in front of me, while a string of precum oozed from the tip. I lapped up the glistening drop and looked up at him again, smacking my lips. “Yeah, I’m turning 40 in a few days and was really hoping I’d be pregnant by now.” I was finally doing it. Living my fantasy and dirty talking like in the videos I’d seen. My dick was so rock hard. “Hmmm. Well, how about I work to knock you up then?” And then we got to fucking. Let me just say, Diego was a great fuck. I’d been taking the same three or so dicks for the past several years, so getting some strange was just what the doctor ordered- so to speak. He was much bigger than my midwestern fuck buds, as he was at least 7.5 inches. And thick! His cock was a solid tube of flesh from tip to root, probably about like that of a can of Red Bull. And he fucked like a bull. More than once, he clamped a hand over my mouth and told me to be quiet because the cabins had very thin walls. He fucked me on my back on the bed, my legs tucked around his muscular arms. He leaned forward and made out with me while his hips snapped in a steady latin beat. He fucked me for a solid half hour before suddenly increasing his tempo. “I’m getting close,” he ground out. “Fuck yeah, don’t pull out,” I growled. “You want it? You want a little poz Niño in you?” “Fuck yes! Charge me!” And the next thing I knew, I was feeling his cock throbbing inside me. And just the knowledge that he was HIV positive and cumming inside me pushed me over the edge. I started cumming no-handed, ropes of my jizz landing all over my chest and belly. “Yeah, milk my cock,” he admonished me. “Get every drop of that poz load, you fucking cumslut.” I did as I was commanded and used my ass to massage out every bit of his load. Eventually he softened and his cock slithered out of my well-spunked ass with a wet plop. He flopped down on the bed next to me. “Holy shit,” I managed to say eventually when my head stopped spinning. “That was two firsts for me.” “Really?” he asked. “What?” “Well, I’ve never cum without touching myself before, for one,” I tell him. “And two- I’ve never let an HIV positive man cum inside me before.” “Never?” he asked again. “Nope. You’re the first.” “Well, I’m honored,” he said patting my belly. “But really, you don’t have anything to worry about. I know this was a nice fantasy for you, but I am truly undetectable. The risk to you is basically non-existent. Especially if you are on PreP.” “I’m not on PreP,” I confide. “Well, you should still be fine,” he smiled. I turned and looked at him. “But… but what if I was serious about getting pregnant?” “You really want to catch HIV?” he asked incredulously. “It’s something I can’t stop fantasizing about. And honestly? I don’t know if I really want it, but the idea of it turns me on so damn much. It’s like I’m being drawn to it- like a moth to a flame. I know it’s going to happen, it’s just a matter of when.” “But it really changes your life,” he explains. “The meds. The doctor visits. The health concerns. The possible side effects. Dating. It’s much better to be safe and healthy. And there are so many options to help you do that now- all while allowing you to still have fun, incredible, bareback sex.” “I know,” I say dejectedly. “And I don’t know why I’m this way. But I’m single and 40 and I’m tired of being a good boy. I want to be reckless for once! You saw the way just the idea of your poz seed made me shoot my load. I can’t imagine how mind blowing it would be to have a real poz guy breed me. Like a truly toxic poz guy. I bet I’d lose my fucking mind.” He nodded thoughtfully and got quiet as we lay there. Eventually he spoke. “Is this really something you want?” “Oh yeah,” I replied without hesitation. “Well, let me think about it. I might have a way—no promises though. Okay?” “Deal. If you can make it happen… wow. That would be awesome!” He got dressed and had me check if the coast was clear before he snuck back out of my room. “I’ll be in touch,” he said, as he strolled quickly down the corridor. Although I didn’t know what Diego was thinking, I was already anxious with anticipation. So much so that I could hardly keep a different thought in my head. I woke up excited (and still full of Diego’s seed) as my mind ran down different avenues of what it might be like to actually take a poz cock. I had to keep doing laps of the ship and reading by the pool and exercising in the gym, just to try to keep myself distracted the whole day. Later that evening, I was startled by a soft knock at my cabin door. I answered and it was Diego. He breezed inside and closed the door. “Okay, so are you really serious about what we talked about last night?” he asked. “You haven’t changed your mind?” “No, I’m still very serious. I want it.” Diego nodded. “Ok, so do you have $300 in cash on you?” “Yeah, I brought cash and have that much. Why?” “So… I put out some feelers and there are a couple of guys who are down to give you what you want. Haitian brothers. Both poz- not on meds. They can’t afford them.” My stomach instantly knotted up with desire and nervousness. “Really?” I asked quietly. “Yeah. They’re both basically straight, but really need the money.” “Oh my god, so this could really happen huh?” “If you want it to—yes.” “I do! So, how do we do this? How does this work?” I ask feverishly. “Okay. So tomorrow we port at Puerto Plata in the Dominican Republic. The brothers are working there and have a place on the outskirts of town. Now, I’m warning you—it’s pretty rough. This is not ‘tourist Dominican Republic’. This is the real shit.” “Oh… ok,” I say. “Um, I want to get pozzed, not murdered.” My nerves were kicking into high gear. “Now, I have a guy that I work with for various things in Puerto Plata. He’s going to drive you there and hang out and wait to make sure you’re ok. But still, I just wanted to be up front with you about the scene and what to expect. Still interested?” “Okay. I mean, yeah. I want to do this. I’m nervous and stuff, but also excited? Do you know anything about the brothers? Any details?” “All I know is that they work various jobs in the port, mostly the docks. One is like 21 and the other is later 20’s. That’s basically all I know. Other than they’re definitely HIV positive.” “And the chaperone/driver guy… does he know, um, what’s going to be going down?” “Probably. And he’s an older gay guy. Name’s Emilio. I kinda think of him as my gay grandfather. He’s cool, and I trust him like family. He’ll take care of you and make sure you come back in one piece. Just don’t bring any jewelry or your wallet. Just the 300.” “Okay then. Last question- so how do I meet up with Emilio?” “Meet me when we dock tomorrow, and I’ll hook you up with him.” And then Diego was off again. And I plopped down on the bed to think. My head was literally buzzing. Was this really going to happen? And the scene already had me rock hard. I often fantasized about getting pozzed up in a dirty bath house or a back alley. Or a seedy sex party. Or even raped. This was going to be something along those lines, I could tell. I mean, at the very least it was going to provide me with a good story. I mean, straight brothers going gay for pay and knocking me up on a Caribbean island? I mean, fictional porn writers couldn’t come up with a story this good! Needless to say, I barely slept. My mind was racing and I was so excited. And very nervous. And truth be told, more than a little scared. I mean, this was definitely out of the comfort zone for this middle age midwestern white man let me tell you. I didn’t eat any breakfast and I made sure I cleaned out VERY well in preparation. By the time the ship was docking, my skin was basically vibrating off by body and I had to keep pacing just to give myself something to do. When it was time to disembark, I packed up a cheap, gift shop fanny pack with the $300 in cash, a small bottle of swiss navy lube, and a bottle of poppers. That’s it. And I dressed in ratty shorts and a t shirt and sneakers—typical tourist attire. I met Diego at the gangway and he said, “You sure about this?” I nodded. “I just wanted to check one last time. Make sure you find me and check in when you are back. I’m going to want details. Nasty, nasty details.” He grinned devilishly. Then he walked me to where Emilio was waiting. Diego introduced us and I liked Emilio immediately. He was a handsome, dark Dominican older man with a kindly smile, silvery hair, and a strong handshake. He promised Diego he’d take good care of me. I hopped in the back seat of Emilo’s Honda and then we were off. I was chatty on the drive, mostly to keep my nerves in check. I peppered him with generic island questions and then asked how he knew Diego. He told me that Diego had approached him several years ago to take a couple on a driving tour, and ever since then they’d worked together for their mutually benefit. Without getting into too much detail, I gathered that Emilio was a man who had connections and could get things that Diego might need. And Diego could throw work Emilio’s way. Win win. I also asked if he knew where we were going. “Oh, I know where the place is that we are going, but I’ve never specifically been there. This is definitely a different sort of… tour… than I normally do. But I don’t mind.” He looked in the rearview mirror and winked. Before I knew it, we were outside the port and on a dirt road in the surrounding hillside. And then suddenly we were parking in front of a… well, for lack of a better term it was basically a shack. It was corrugated metal and some two by fours along with various bits of junk. Rusted. Dilapidated. And my stomach butterflies jumped into high gear again. Emilio turned to me and said, “Let me go first. I will make sure they are there and then I will come to get you, ok? Now, give me the money for safe keeping.” I nodded and handed over the $300 to Emilio, which he tucked quickly away. He got out of the car and sauntered up to the house/shack. He knocked on the door, and what appeared to be the younger Haitian man opened it. They spoke for about a minute, their Haitian Creole French lilting through the air. I saw them look over at me. The boy nodded and Emilio walked back to the car. “Ok. You can come now. I will wait by the car until you are… finished. Then I will get you back to the ship.” I gulped and got out of the car and followed Emilio back to the front door. He opened it and said, “Have fun!” And winked at me again. Oh yeah- Emilio knew what was going down. I hesitantly walked inside the brother’s home. It was definitely just as run down on the inside, but not cluttered or messy. Both men were standing in the open kitchen/living area space. I stopped midway into the room and we eyed each other up and down. They definitely looked like brothers. Handsome. Both the same build and size. Same skin tone and bone structure. Thin. Wiry. Strong. Decently muscled. Both were shirtless and wearing just shorts. Both were dark… very dark. Obviously they worked in the sun, but their black skin was like ebony. Being from farm country Nebraska, I’d never really had a good opportunity to be with a black man before… let alone two of them. The younger one thrust his chin at me and pointed to a back room. He walked in and I followed. The older brother lit a cigarette and sat down at a chair in the kitchen area. Evidently they were going to take turns, which was probably a good thing. The bedroom was spare to say the least. There was a bare mattress up on some crates, with some crates containing clothes, and not much else. The younger brother walked over and stood next to the bed, waiting motionless. I took that as meaning that I was going to have to initiate things. Which made sense if he was straight and just doing this for a payday. I nervously walked over to him and got on my knees. He looked down at me, expectantly. This is where my nerves went into overdrive and my stomach churned. This was it. The moment of truth, so to speak. Once I started this, there would be no turning back. I took a deep breath to try to steady myself as I made up my mind. My hand shook a bit with adrenaline and anxiety as I reached for the waistband of his shorts. I eased his shorts down over his slim hips. They dropped to the floor, and I was confronted by his flaccid, uncut penis. It was just as dark as the rest of him, with a good amount of foreskin hanging off the end. It was a nice-looking penis, but truth be told, I was kind of hoping for… bigger? I mean, I’d heard the stereotypes about black men and seen the porn videos, so I was ready to be confronted by an anaconda. Still, the dick looked pretty decent in it’s current state. I mean, it was thinner than I expected but hung down a decent amount and pointed to the ground. And the kid had a nice set of low hangers on him. Then I reminded myself that this dick would be the injector of a toxic load, and my own dick started to get hard- which kick started my desires. I leaned forward and took the younger Haitian’s dick into my mouth. He sucked in a sharp breath as my mouth enveloped him. The salty tang of his penis hit instantly as I started to suck and work my tongue around and in the foreskin. At first I was worried that the kid wouldn’t be able to perform. He kind of stayed soft for about a minute. But then, through my oral ministrations, his cock slowly but surely started to swell. And grow. And grow. And fucking GROW. It had been awhile since I’d sucked a dick hard from scratch so I kind of forgot about the concept of show-ers and grow-ers. Most guys I’d been having sex with were already fully boned when we got to the sucking and fucking part. But this one? I had the pleasure of feeling it grow to full size in my mouth, going from suckable to gag inducing by the time he was fully erect. And as for the stereotypes about the island BBC? I’m happy to say it was 100% true. When the kid was at full mast, it had to be over 8 inches. It was two handsworth of dick, plus the head. While maybe not as thick as Diego’s, it was close. I got my poppers out of my fanny pack and hit them in order to deepthroat him. I still gagged profusely as he was just too big for me to effectively manage. My hole was already twitching at the thought of taking this stud cock, and I may have said a silent prayer that my ass could handle it. I sucked the kid a few more minutes to be sure he was good and ready for the main event. Judging by the tangy precum he was leaking, he was pretty ready. He eventually tapped me twice on the back of my head, which I took as the sign he wanted to get in my ass. I stood up and shucked off my shorts and unclipped the fanny pack. I grabbed the lube and started fingering my hole to lube myself up for what was coming. Then I reached over and lubed up the younger Haitian’s cock liberally. He then nudged me toward the mattress, where I got on all fours for him. I hit the poppers again, and tried to relax. Thankfully the kid seemed to know he was bigger than average so he just worked my hole with the head of his dick for a bit. Feeling his raw, poz, black cock nudging into my pucker was making my body tremble with desire. I started to push my hips back to meet his shallow thrusts, and after a few more tries his head popped in me. “Oh!” I exclaimed as I felt his big ol dick start to slowly slide into me. I used my asshole to grip and grab in pulses around his shaft as he slid in. He let out a small moan as I did this. Pretty soon he was inside me most of the way, and I was feeling his head hit deep inside me. Deeper than any cock previously had gone, and it was bumping up against some barrier. There was discomfort as the head of his cock pushed to this point and didn’t seem like it would go further. The kid took this as his cue that he was all the way in, so he started backing out slowly before doing another slow thrust inside. The poppers were now working and my hole was starting to relax. And the warm rush was making me really get into the idea of what was happening. I kept thinking “Ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod! This guy is POZ poz. And inside me raw. And his precum is already coating my guts! This is really HAPPENING!” My dick was rock hard while getting fucked- even with the poppers. Normally I go fairly soft with a cock inside me, as I’m all about my ass when I’m getting railed. But everything about this scene had me cranked to eleven! To his credit, the first Haitian fucked me slow and steady. His tempo didn’t really waiver and I got into the rhythm with my asshole. Using my hole to tighten up occasionally, or relax to see which he liked better. He seemed to like the open hole (probably more like a pussy), so I gave in and let him fuck me loose. I kept hitting poppers and let my mind focus on the fact that I was taking some toxic BBC. It almost didn’t seem real- like I was in some kind of dream instead. Well, after another 10 or 15 minutes of pumping, the kid slowly started to increase the tempo of his thrusts. I was fully into the fuck at this point- my nerves a thing of the past. He also finally grabbed my hips and started pulling my ass back into him to meet his thrusts. His dick was hitting deep at his point, and it was kind of starting to hurt inside me where his head was hitting repeatedly. I just kept hitting poppers knowing what was coming. Literally. I started saying ‘Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!’ each time his cock rammed in. Then for the finale he did a rapid fire short stroking mostly at my hole. I gripped my hole around him to add a bit of friction, and that seemed to do the trick. With a loud moan, he shoved inside me, and it happened. I could feel his cock pulsing and twitching inside my ass as spurt after spurt of his toxic juice started shooting inside me. My brain basically short circuited at that point. “Oh… Oh my… Oh my god… oh fuck,” was about all I could muster as I felt him cumming in me. It’s like I couldn’t quite process it all. I mean, what the fuck had I just done? I willingly let some random, toxic, AIDS cock shoot cum up my ass. And like—it’s IN there now. There’s no going back. The AIDS virus is now definitely inside my guts. And I PAID for it! Holy FUCK I’m a sicko! When the kid stopped cumming, he slowly pulled out of my ass. I reached a finger back to my hole and felt around. Yup, I was wet. I brought the finger to my nose and sniffed. Oh Yeah. It was that unmistakable cum smell. I definitely had his load. My dick jumped and drooled precum onto the bare mattress. The younger brother grabbed his shorts and pulled them up quickly. And without another look at me, he walked out of the room. I stayed on all fours and waited for the next brother, my mind all ajumble. A few minutes later, I heard the older Haitian shuffle into the room. I heard his shorts hit the floor and then felt him grab me semi roughly to haul my head around to face his dick. He was standing next to the bed, hands on his hips, cigarette dangling from his lips, his uncut cock already semi-erect for me. Just from his initial demeanor, I could tell this was going to be a different fuck than the first brother. This Haitian I could tell had seen some shit. There were city miles on him, and up close he looked rougher. More worn out. More pissed off at the world. And the fact that he was already sort of hard let me know that this wasn’t his first gay fuck. I shifted around until I was seated on the edge of the bed. I glanced up at him and he looked down on me with… what was it? Disdain? Hatred? Both? I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. Almost instantly his hand went to the back of my head and he started fucking my mouth- his cock rapidly expanding. And just like his brother, he was hung too. Perhaps even a touch longer. Where the first brother had just a beautiful, straight, decently thick 8, this brother was longer. More than the two hands by a good inch. Slight curve to the right. A thinner cock overall, less foreskin, but a huge, purplish mushroom head with a big fucking piss slit (which I tongued the hell out of). The head of his dick was taut and shiny, the flare of the head incredibly rigid. I reached back and found my poppers and tried to inhale some while he used my mouth- it wasn’t easy but he paused just long enough that I got some inhaled. Thank god, because he was really going to town on my mouth now. His cock jamming into my throat and that fat fucking head was making me gag with every thrust. I never claimed to be a great cocksucker—way too much of a gag reflex. Even with poppers, unless the dick is curved appropriately and not too girthy, I can’t take it. So this Haitian’s massive prong was making me drool and gag and cough up a storm. I nearly vomited. I did my best to put my hands around his dick to mitigate the depth, but he was really having none of it. And by how hard he was, he was definitely enjoying playing ‘gag the fag’. I just held on as best I could and counted the seconds until I was on all fours again. Eventually he released his hold on my head and pushed my shoulder roughly to indicate that it was time. He spit on his fingers and crushed out his cigarette and dropped the butt on the floor. I didn’t think my ass needed any more lube, but I knew his dick did. I managed to find the lube bottle and get the entire length of his cock slicked up, adding more to the head. In the back of my mind I knew this was going to be a rougher fuck, and I hoped my ass could take it. I wasn’t quite ready for how rough. After lubing him up, I wiped my hand on the mattress and grabbed my poppers again. I didn’t even have time to hit them before his fat head was positioned at my hole. Unlike his brother, this one didn’t try to open me up slowly. He just used one hand to aim it, and the other to pull my hips back. Hard. I cried out as he shoved in roughly. Even with the lube and just having been fucked and loaded by his brother, it hurt like a motherfucker! My hole was NOT ready for the onslaught. I quickly huffed poppers as he buried himself in me. Thankfully they worked their magic, allowing me to relax a little for his dick. Just like his brother, he found the deep spot inside me where his head hit a barrier. But unlike his brother, he was undeterred by this. Using slow, short thrusts, he worked his massive head up against that spot again and again and again, and each impact created a dull ache inside me. Deep inside. But then he grabbed my hips firmly and started to push hard against that spot. “Push out,” he grunted in heavily accented English. I did as I was told, and suddenly his cock broke through the barrier with a pop. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” I groaned. I’d never felt this before and it was like I ascended to a new level of bottoming. It hurt, but it was also really fucking amazing. I hit the poppers and let him work his dick at that spot for a minute, getting me nice and open. Then he pulled back out, and rammed in hard. This time, his cock went through that barrier, but oof. It hurt. Like being punched hard in the gut. He did this several more times. Each time it hurt and I would cry out with a small “Ahhhhgh!” as he popped in. Then the fucking began in earnest. This Haitian used my guts like his personal punching bag. He pulled mostly out and short stroked me and then would slam home again. And again. And again. Sometimes his dick would pop up inside me deep illiciting a deep moan from me, and sometimes it just punched that area cruelly, causing me to yelp with pain as I tried to scramble away. He kept his hands digging into my hips as he fucked. Eventually he started using all of my cunt—pulling his dick all the way out before punching it past my ring and deep into me. Each thrust inside me was making wet, schlorping noises in my guts, and I knew that it was from his brother’s load pushing around inside me. This made me rock hard to think about, as did the feeling of cum trickling down my balls as I was being ruined. This fuck violently swung from pleasure to pain and back again. Just when I was starting to relax and enjoy it, he’d stab into my guts and cause me to wince. I just kept telling myself ‘You wanted this. You fantasized about being raped and pozzed, and this is probably what it’s like. And every thrust massages that first toxic load into your ass walls, so just enjoy it.’ I gritted my teeth and held on- my dick amazingly still hard through it all. Just when I was about at my limit, this brother thankfully decided it was time for him to cum. He grabbed me roughly and ferociously thrust into me rapid fire and deep. His groin was slapping my ass and I was howling in pain every time his dick hit deep in me. A deep, guttural growl started emanating from the brother as his orgasm built, and then with one more savage thrust he cried out and started unloading. “OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK!” I kept chanting over an over as his big knob pulsed out his charged DNA deep inside me. Deeper than any cum had ever been shot before. I hit more poppers to ride the wave of ecstasy as I was collecting my second, toxic BBC load. A few more rough thrusts as his orgasm subsided, and he yanked his still hard cock roughly from my ass. Cum spattered everywhere as that head pulled the cum out. He then spun me around again and had me clean him off with my mouth. Which I did, but not before looking back toward the door and seeing Emilio standing there, watching. Oh shit! Well, I guess the old gay man knew everything now. Once I’d cleaned the older brother effectively, he too pulled on his shorts, lit up another cigarette and walked out of the room, brushing past Emilio as he left. “Um… you saw that, huh?” I managed to say. “I heard your cries, and I thought I better come investigate to make sure you were ok. You really took his dick well, all things considered.” “I guess so. Hurt like a motherfucker- but I got what I wanted, I guess.” “You think you might be up for another dick?” he asked, rubbing his crotch salaciously. “Watching you boys sort of put me in the mood.” “What? I mean, you sure? I mean… you sure you want to go in me after them?” I ask him, trying to say it without saying ‘it’. “Oh, I don’t mind. Plus, I figure you’re nice and lubed and open now. Which you’re gonna need.” My guts hurt like the devil and my asshole was kind of on fire, but my dick was still hard and having two charged loads in me had my sex drive ratcheted up to maximum cum whore. So why not make this a trifecta. “You sure the brothers won’t mind?” I ask him. “Naw. I checked with the younger one first. And I already gave them their money, so they’re cool with it.” “Alrighty then. But you may have to go a bit easy on me- I’m a bit tender after that last one.” Emilio sauntered over while unfastening his shorts. I could already see the prodigious bulge in the front, going down one leg. As he stood in front of me, I tugged off his shorts and… Holy. Fuck. Biggest fuckin dick I’d ever seen in my life. Ok, maaaaybe some porn dick has been bigger, but I’m honestly not sure. He was mostly hard when I freed him from his shorts, and it sprang up and hit me in the chin. “Damn, Emilio- you are fucking BLESSED!” I said in awe. “Blessed… and cursed. This dick has gotten me into a lot of trouble over the years,” he confided. “I’d welcome that kind of trouble!” I said jealously. “Well- you’re going to be on the receiving end of some of it,” he chuckled. Unlike the Haitians, Emilio was circumsized. And also unlike the Haitians, he was packing about 10 inches. Definitely over 9. In stories later I’ll probably say it was a foot of black dick (which it wasn’t) but damn it was close. And once it got inside me it damn sure felt like a foot of dick. He also had a set of old man balls on him that years of gravity had tugged down to about mid-thigh. I started by sucking him, and he moaned appreciatively as I worked him. He just let me work him at my own pace, not trying to gag me or anything. He knew what a weapon he possessed and he was benevolent with it. Now, the sort of nice thing about Emilio was his dick had a slight downcurve to it. And while it was ridiculously long, it was just pretty much a normal thickness of dick, with a normal sized cock head on it. I remember thinking the head was pinker than I thought it would be. I decided I needed to try deepthroating him, so I got on my knees to get a better angle at it. I hit the poppers, and as the rush started, I aimed him down my throat. To my amazement (and his) I hilted him in my gullet- nose to wiry pubes. I worked my throat a little bit before gagging and disgorging him. He gave out a low whistle. “Damn! It’s been awhile since anyone’s done that to me,” he said. “I think I need this in my ass. Now,” I told him. He got on the bed and lay on his back. “My knees and back ain’t what they used to be. You’re gonna have to ride me,” he told me. And actually I was glad of this. Normally I love taking dick like a bitch in heat. Being on all fours makes it feel less like sex and more like fucking to me. Plus I can arch my back and hit poppers and sort of control things. But a close second is riding a dick. I can control the depth and angle, and the way the dick hits usually makes me super hard. So I was more than happy to squat on Emilio’s massive schlong. I lubed him up prodigiously, and straddled his groin. “Just you you know,” I told him as I positioned his head at my fuckpucker, “Once this goes in, you will own the title as ‘biggest cock I’ve ever taken’.” He laughed. “Kid, I’ve claimed that title so many times from so many others they’re gonna put it on my tombstone.” I hit the poppers once again, and slid him all the way inside in one motion. His dick got to that deep place inside me, and just blew right past it, lodging his head well up inside me. I exhaled and my ass was firmly all the way on his groin. “Record, achieved,” I smiled. And then I got to work. Now, the one thing about riding a dick is that you, as the bottom, are responsible for all the work. I mean, I was having to lift myself up and lower myself back down to work his massive meat. And that’s a lot of lifting and lowering because of his length. But the side benefit of him being so huge is that I was getting a massive long stroke and deep dicking. And unlike the last fuck, Emilio’s cock was just gliding past the tough spot inside me- by a couple inches. Which caused wave after wave of pleasure. Even though my legs and thighs were kind of burning, I was getting stroked on the inside like never before. “Mmmm, I can feel their loads inside you,” Emilio said, his eyes rolling back. “Feels so wet on my dick!” “You sure you don’t mind?” I asked again as I rode him, cum leaking out of my ass. “Because…” “Because they’re HIV positive?” he said. “You know?” I asked, pausing with his cock buried inside me. “Oh yeah. I’m the one that found them for you,” he said matter of factly. “What?” “Diego told me you wanted to get knocked up, so I asked around a bit and found the brothers for you. I hope one of their loads takes and you go home with a nice, dirty Haitian baby.” “Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” I moaned. He knew just what to say. “And you’re not worried about going after them?” “Naw, I’m poz too. It’s all good.” “You are??” I asked, my pulse racing. “Like I said, my dick got me into a lot of trouble in my younger days. I was hooking and fucked LOTS of people. Guys and girls. And I never liked condoms cuz they make me go limp. You can only play with fire for so long before something happens.” “FUCK that’s hot!” I exclaim. “Does Diego know?” “Who the hell do you think pozzed him?” This made my dick so hard and I started bouncing up and down on Emilio again like the fucking Pixar lamp. His cum slick dick was gliding in and out so well and the curve was hitting so good inside that it was starting to build me to another hand’s free orgasm. “Do you still escort?” I asked him as I rode him. “Not as much as I did, but yeah. Sometimes swingers show up on the cruises and do the whole ‘upside down pineapple’ thing. And then Diego will float the idea that he knows a well-endowed guy. You would not believe the number of husbands that think they want to watch their wives get fucked by some Big Black Island Cock.” “Oh my god!” I groan. “That is so goddamn HOT! They let you cum in their wives??” “Like the cucks have a choice. Most of the time they go in with the idea it will be hot watching. But then the men see how big I am and how much their wives are getting off on it, and they realize they’ll never be enough again. And they’ll get mad when their bitches are begging for my load. I’ve had a couple guys cry after I flooded their wife’s cunts. One guy punched me after- but then ate my load out of her.” “Do you tell them you’re poz?” “Nope,” he says with an evil grin. “Oh fuuuuuck,” I manage as I start riding him with gusto. I can feel Emilio inside me and he’s rock hard. I am working him with every inch of my ass and I’m trying to squeeze and work my hole on this prong. “I’m getting close to nutting,” I gasp. “I need you to charge me up. Please.” “Keep going, kid. I’m so close,” he moans. I redouble my efforts and I feel my own orgasm starting to boil. My nuts are tightening up and I have that familiar tension peaking in my abdomen. “Oh God, I’m gonna bust!” I cry, just as my load starts rocketing from me. The first volley hits Emilio right in the face. This, along with my anal spasms pushes him right over the edge. He grabs my hips and buries his bone as deep as he can inside me as I continue to empty my balls. As he starts to cum, I think I can see god. The feeling of that much dick launching yet another poz load in me has me out of my mind with pleasure. I’m speaking in tongues. My vision actually fuzzes out a bit- probably from the vigorous leg work to get him off and also from the heavy hits of poppers. Eventually I sort of come back to myself and I’m leaning over him, smiling. “Jesus Christ that was incredible!” I tell Emilio. “That’s what they all say, kiddo,” he smirks. “Well, if that doesn’t get me pregnant, I don’t know what will.” “It might. I’m not exactly undetectable. Just ask Diego. And you got a week’s worth somewhere just south of your spleen.” I laughed. “He wants me to give him details when I get back to the ship. You ok with me sharing everything?” “Oh sure. He contacted me because he thought I might be up for pozzing you up. But I wasn’t really feeling up for the challenge, until I saw Eduardo beating up your guts. That turned me on something fierce.” I lifted myself off Emilio. The long pullout of his massive rod was delicious. I made sure to tighten up my hole as best I could in order to keep all that cum inside me. We each got dressed and made our exit from the brother’s place. The older brother was nowhere to be seen, but the younger one smiled shyly and nodded in thanks as we left. We hopped back in Emilio’s car and headed back to port. Once onboard the ship, I found Diego and told him that I had ‘loads’ to tell him about. He smirked and said he was happy everything worked out and that he’s stop by later. I was still full of all that charged semen when Diego put his load into me after hearing all of the sordid details of my Island adventure. The remaining couple days on the cruise passed uneventfully, with one parting fuck from Diego. And then I was off and winging my way back to the middle of nowhere, USA. Diego gave me his cell number and asked for me to keep him posted if I got pregnant. Well, about a week or so after I got back, I came down with a nasty case of ‘the flu’. When I finally returned to the office, Karen swung by my cube and doted on me a little. “I’m so sorry you got sick. You must have picked up a bug on that cruise,” she said all concerned. “Yeah, I hear those ships can be floating petri dishes. But I still had loads of fun, especially in the Dominican Republic,” I assured her.

WARNING: SOME VIOLENT CONTENT (2002) i made it to the age of 23 with my virginity intact even though I went to a liberal college famous for its gay activism and cruising. I just couldn't work up the nerve. It bugged me a little because most of my friends had started having sex in high school. It's not like I didn't have a sex drive or was unattractive...I just lacked even the tiniest amount of bravery. Maybe most of you already know that the longer you go without action, the more fantasies and fetishes start blooming in your brain...and the more you beat off. I had accumulated a huge porn collection by the time I graduated and moved out on my own. I decided on my 23rd birthday that I needed to get my cherry popped within a year. I went to a bar in my neighborhood that I figured was gay because of the rainbow flag that hung over the doorway. As luck would have it, it turned out to be the roughest, sleaziest spot in town. The instant I walked in, I knew I didn't belong in this place. The big bear of a bouncer studied my ID for a long time. "Have fun", was all he said after handing it back to me. There were TVs everywhere, showing porn and music videos. Most of the customers were older than me and wore leather stuff. One unhealthy-looking guy sat at the bar wearing nothing but leather bikini shorts. Some of them were handsome and many of them were definitely not. I tried to act like I'd been here a thousand times already but I doubt anybody bought it. The stares were coming from all directions. Dark eyes sizing up the new kid. I saw an open spot at the bar and ordered a beer. I looked at the TV screen above the liquor bottles and wondered what would happen next. There was a guy sitting next to me who was all leathered-up and probably in his 60's. And drunk. The thing was...he was the least threatening man in my vicinity. He was close to passing out...and so I resumed watching an old Madonna video on the screen. My goal was to finish my three dollar beer and leave. Done. Good-bye. I headed for the door and caught the bouncer's eye again. "Not your kind of place, huh? Well at least you didn't have to pay a cover tonight." I felt the need to apologize for some reason. "It's a nice place. I just need to go." "Wait just a minute or two. There was some kind of fight or something in the parking lot and the cops are out there. Cars, flashing lights." I stood there like the scared doofus I was. In my blue Izod shirt, new jeans and loafers. I was so stupid to just saunter in this place. The bouncer hopped up and left me alone...and then soon came back with a fresh beer and a wooden stool for me to sit on. Nice guy. "Thanks. How much longer do you think I need to stay?" He peeked out the window. "They're cuffing somebody. Shit's going down because they've got the K9 unit out. Drugs, probably." We listened as more sirens sang their way to the parking lot. "Holy shit, Does this happen a lot?" "Regularly. You're safe next to me. What's your name?" "Matt. Yours?" "I'm Brian. You're a cutie. Stay here and keep me company." Brian wasn't 'a cutie' exactly. He was in his 30's, very tall, a little fat and had that weird kind f mustache that reminds you of a walrus. He also had bucked teeth. But yet I felt electricity when he looked at me. He had a leather cap which only somewhat disguised that he was losing his hair. We spent the rest of the evening talking about the scene. The scary guys filtered out slowly and then it was closing time. I sat and watched the exit parade. So many of them scowled at me for whatever reason. "Let's go get breakfast," Brian said as he came back. Well, we skipped IHOP and just went to his place. I wanted to. He had a roommate who was always out getting fucked or partying (or both). They used to do it together, but Brian was older, more tired and had specific tastes. He was a "dad looking for a "son". I was agreeing to everything he proposed for us, but the truth is I just wanted sex. I wanted to see him naked at least. And I did. For about an hour. I massaged his back and size 17 bare feet, but then he went to sleep. I slept on the couch for a few hours until sunrise crept into the room. For the next few weeks, we "dated". It was never going to be serious. We weren't what each other wanted. He wanted a "boy". He wanted me to go get leather gear and have my head shaved down to a crew cut. I was okay with being a submissive, but I wasn't cutting my hair or wearing some leather vest or collar out in public. At least he was kinky. He liked to pee on and in me...and had a hatred for condoms. Only problem was that he couldn't get me relaxed enough to take his dick. He once got it almost a third of the way in, and that seemed celebration-worthy. "I didn't cum, but I put some swimmers in there." Brian also wanted to lick my ass, but I never liked the idea of that. It was just too gross. Why would a guy do that to another guy? One night we lied in bad and tried to discuss things. Brian told me about a little device he had that gave out electric shocks. Wha? He was into discipline and control. He had straps and cuffs and gags ready to go. He was older and knew more stuff, but I knew what and what I could not deal with. I was new, but I wouldn't apologize for not being into his scene. "C'mon. Tell me the sickest thing you'd do with another man." His huge dick was hard and standing up. I hesitated. I had some dark fantasies that I'd never say out loud. "Well...." He wanted to hear something, anything that we could share. "I have rape fantasies. I want forced sex. I want to asleep in my bed and have a group of guys break in and fuck me against my will." He laughed. "You're not nearly ready for that. Look how much time and effort it took me to just get partially into your ass. I can make it happen, but you need some preparation beforehand." "How do prepare for a rape?" "Start using a dildo. You need to loosen up that ass of yours first. If you stay tight, the rape won't be sexy for you. It'll feel like somebody breaking your ribs." "Oh." "I've got some here, but they're too big for you to start with. We'll go to 'Treasures' tomorrow and do a little shopping." And so a day later I came home with some little rubber dicks of various sizes and widths. Also some lube. He instructed me to start out with the smallest one and let him know when I got the biggest all the way in. All that week I worked those things into me while watching porn. The last one was the most difficult, but I got it all the way in. And started to enjoy the sensation more and more. When I called Brian to tell him about my progress, he was happy. "That last one is just slightly smaller than my dick! That means I can finally fill you all the way up! I'm saving my load for then. Saturday good?" And it happened. Finally my virginity was officially gone. We fucked regularly for a month, but he was growing bored.He really wanted me to be a true submissive and call him "Dad". He wanted me to wear and collar and have a crew cut. He also wanted to brand me with, like, an actual branding iron. I couldn't make myself love him enough to do all that shit. We drifted apart and the phone calls stopped. I knew the end was coming, but I still missed him. I never went to the bar he worked at, I'd find another place, but I needed some time to grieve, I was convinced I was over it all and ready to be available again that weekend. Saturday probably. On Friday night I got super stoned and listened to Depeche Mode. There was a heavy knock at my door. Shit! Was my music too loud? Did the weed fumes leak out into the hall? I had no clue. "Who is it?" "Security. Can we come in?" Busted. I opened the door slightly and a bunch of large men burst in and I was knocked to the floor. A heavy boot was on my head and then my wrists were tied behind my back with nylon rope. "Gag him, Stan." I could've sworn that was Brian's voice. I almost cried out to him, but there was now a rubber ball in my mouth that was secured with an elastic band around the back of my head. "You sure about this, Brian?" "Oh yeah. He's been wanting this. Carry him to the bed -- it's right through that door." Was this real? I was carried to my bed and plopped down on my back. A big, meaty hand was covering my eyes. "Should I use the blindfold?" "No. Let him see everything so he'll have a nice memory. Get undressed and I'll fuck him first. Danny is last of course." (chuckles) And then I was face to face with Brian. "Christmas came early, Son. No snow, however -- this is a dry Christmas. I wasn't sure what he meant until he plowed his dick into my ass with no lube. My God! It was like having a wad of sandpaper shoved up there. I was unable to scream, but tears formed in the corners of my eyes. He didn't stop. He had his patterns I was familiar with. Fast, fast, slow, still, and then super fast and cum. He rested his heavy body on top of me for a minute and then got up. "You can take the gag out now. I got him nice and lubed for you. I want to hear how much he's enjoying this." A new guy who had acne scars and sort of a mohawk straddled me. He wanted to be sucked. I did. He loved that. I thought he was stiffening his body because he was about to cum, but no, He pissed down my throat. I wanted to pull away, but his knees were locking me into place. And my hands were literally tied. His flow leveled off, and then he started fucking me. He was a little larger than Brian and it wasn't painless, but it wasn't unpleasant either. I liked it when he finally made a final thrust of cum inside me. I was moaning and talking nonsense words of pleasure. "Shit, Brian? Why are you taking a video of this??" "Just in case he flakes out and wants to go to the cops. We have proof that he liked it." Guy # 3 had a huge piercing in the end of his dick. I was glad he didn't want a blowjob because that thing could break a tooth. He just got down to the business of fucking me. I learned then that you really can't feel a metal ring shoved all the way up your rectum. I guess I was all loose and open at that point. I made more groaning noises because I knew Brian wanted to hear them. But really I didn't feel much more than a nice pinch inside. He came and crawled off. How many were there? Was that Danny? Was he the last? "Let him rest a minute and then it's Danny's turn." I looked over at Brian. He was getting all of this on videotape. I looked at the lens and said "These men are innocent. I invited them here to do what you've seen. OK, Brian. You can stop with the camera already." "No way. You're going to want a record of this. Danny has the biggest dick in the city...and it's lethal. He's got some deadly seed in those balls. You gonna get pregnant, Son." 'Danny' sounds like an innocent little kid's name, but the dude hovering over me looked like a chubby Charles Manson after a bender. He let his full weight settle on me before spreading my legs farther apart. He got the head in. "Shit, boy. You're so full of cum and blood. Try to tighten up for me a little. I'll make it worth your while. I got a dirty dick...dirtier than most. You have it in you now. I'm going to plant my poison in you - hope you've got good health insurance." I looked over at Brian. "HIV??" "Among other things", he said while still filming. "We probably all have it. We all fuck the same guys as well as each other. I might have given you some stuff already. Just enjoy Danny now." I tried. He was just so big. Inch after inch kept snaking its way into me. When would it end? He was inhuman. He took the longest to cum. He did and it hit somewhere deep in my organs. "Get dressed, fellas. He's spent. We'll show ourselves out." Brian untied my hands, kissed me on the forehead and left. My sickest fantasy had become a reality. What the hell could be next? I'l keep you posted.

So the be tldr is that I fucked my dentist yesterday. My bf and I go in together to get our teeth cleaned. He does his checkup on me, pokes around and leaves. He shows up that night and said he knew I sucked a lot of cock. Apparently, giving head leaves little red sores in the back of your mouth or something. This old bastard first wanted "to see what the fuss was about" and I blew him. He stuck around and fucked me after a break. I don't know how I feel about knowing that the hygienist and dentist knows exactly what I'm up to. Haha

My buddy Shane

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

My only thought is, why couldn’t that have ever happened to me. I would have been in heaven too if I could have found a such an amazing dealer to willingly set up a situation like this and make us both happy as can be. The pic is me after receiving three nice loads from a trans girlfriend of mine.

I have always been a whore, and love to push myself further and further into the world of depravity. I have met many guys over the years that love to help me on that journey, and get their rocks off in the process. Jax was one of those guys, a total pig and beast of a man. 6’3”, surprisingly jacked for a semi truck driver. Hairy, covered in tattoos, thick and hung with an amazing 00g PA. And to top it off, a completely depraved pig. He was amazing! We first met a few years back when he stopped by a cumdump session I was hosting in a truckstop motel. He fucked me nice and good, loving how sloppy I was, and gave me two big loads. He was so impressed that he waited until I was done to get my info (what a gentlemen). We chatted and got to know each other over a bit of food in the diner. And after a great conversation he railed me one more time in the bathroom. We’d meetup for all kinds of wild fun from time to time. He was one of those aggressive bulls that loved to push me farther and farther. So one day he tells me to meet him at this truckstop, bring nothing, and to clear my next few days. I had no idea what to expect, but never say no to Jax. I’m there waiting when I see his truck pull up. Tells me strip and just waits for me. I start going, not minding if anyone else can see, and as I’m in only my jockstrap and socks, he tells me to stop and get in. Thankfully I picked a jockstrap that showed off all my ASSets that day! The wild weekend began with a road trip through Pennsylvania, just enjoying his spacious semi-truck cabin as we drove. The truck was our home for four days, a mobile playground of debauchery and filth. I had been down this road before, loving every second of it, but the allure of another round of non-stop action was too tempting to resist. He slammed me up, whipped out his already throbbing cock, and I got to work as he headed south. The open road stretching out before us, promising a weekend of unbridled pleasure and submission. From the moment we hit the highway, it was a blur of highs and lows, pleasure and pain. My toxic companion kept me high, constantly pushing me farther. He loved seeing me so exposed and waiting to be used. I was dressed in that jockstrap and socks only, the same outfit for the entire journey. The fabric grew damp with sweat and other fluids, a constant reminder of the debauched activities that filled our days and nights. I was in heaven, lost in a haze of desire and indulgence. He used me every chance he got and invited many others to do the same. The truck was a moving brothel, and I was the main attraction. We stopped at bathhouses and truck stops, where I was passed around like the cheap whore that i am. The men who used me were pigs, taking what they wanted without a second thought. On our second night, he got my insanely high and right there in a truckstop parking lot he let the men go at me. I waited ass up in the back as 22 different pigs climbed back to use me as they pleased. Each one took their turn, some long, hard, and brutal, others fast, cheap, and disgusting, but all of them using me for their pleasure, leaving me spent and sloppy. During the next day, I was fisted by the side of the highway, the rumble of passing trucks a constant backdrop to my moans. It was a scene of pure carnal abandon, the sun beating down on my bare skin as I was used and abused. Jax getting elbow deep as his muscular, hairy arms opened me up wider and wider. During a quick stop at a pay by the hour motel, the men who stopped were rough and uncaring, taking their pleasure without concern for mine. But in that moment, it was exactly what I wanted, what I craved. During one memorable stop, two particularly sexy fuckers pulled me out of the truck. They were massive, covered in tattoos, hairy and muscled, their cocks thick and ready. Right there in the back of a gas station, right by the dumpsters, they face-fucked me, their hands gripping my hair as they used my mouth back and forth. Jax and a few other men standing there, watching. Then, they spit-roasted me, switching between my mouth and ass, their movements synchronized to bring them both to the brink. When they were done, they made me suck their cocks clean, licking up every drop of their sloppy cum. As I waited there, happy and grateful used, they both started to piss on me, their hot streams marking me as their own. I enjoyed every drop By the end of the trip, I was a used and sloppy mess. My body ached from the constant use, but I was content, sated in a way that only such extreme experiences could provide. My toxic companion had kept me high the entire time, his chem piss continuing to push me farther and farther as I “helped him save time,” because I’m a caring companion on the road. It was a trip I would never forget, a wild ride of pleasure and pain, submission and indulgence. As we finally pulled back into Pennsylvania, he gave me one last use, loving how far he’d taken me. He kicked me out of his truck, still only in my jockstrap and socks, and drove away. As I stood their exhausted and smiling, I knew I would be back for more, always craving the next fix of this twisted, debauched lifestyle. But in the meantime, I had to introduce myself to the three burly truck drivers in the parking lot who were smiling and licking their lips…

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Kody was the cutest little twink you can picture. Wavy blonde hair with green eyes. He stood 5’ 9” with a total swimmer’s build. This white boy was a healthy shade of tan thanks to him being on the swim team. The tan was evenly throughout his entire body. He had only a slight tan line from his swim team speedo. He has a nice private backyard at home to sunbath in the nude to even his tan out when he was alone at home. Enter Mr. Spike. He was the school swim coach. He had 2 long years with Kody on his team and he thirsted over him every moment. He would not even let himself think on acting on his urges until he finally heard that the boy was turning 18 already. Kody was fully aware of Mr. Spike’s attraction and he was interested in the coach also. Mr. Spike was also a white man of swimmer’s build. He was former military so he still wore a crewcut, tight and neat. Black hair and dark brown eyes. He was a tall 6’ 0”. Kody had thirsted over Mr. Spike since he first laid eyes on him. The last day of school, Kody turned 18, he ran into the coach and was asked if he was doing anything special for his birthday. He responded that he had this family get together but that it was something rushed together because his mom and dad were going out of town the next morning for 2 weeks. This was the opening that Mr. Spike was waiting for. MS: Well if you don’t have any other plans on Friday night, I was looking for someone to come over to my place and help me make some choices. Some choices for the team. For next years’ team that is. I would really like your input if you have the time? Kody blushed and gave a little smirk. K: oh I’d love to go over and help you out. Any way I can. MS: Great then. I’ll write down my phone number and you can text me when you’re ready to come over. I’ll send over the address to my place. Kody took the number down in his phone and was off to home for his birthday festivities. The morning after, Kody said farewell to his parents as they drove off to the airport. They would be gone for 2 whole weeks. But all that Kody could think about was what he was going to wear over to Mr. Spike’s house later that day. Afternoon came and Kody texted his former teacher. The following message was a street address. Kody was nervous but committed to getting some teacher dick to suck on now that he was of age. He got dressed in his favorite underwear, a tee shirt and jeans that showed off his round ass. He took an uber to the address from the message. The uber was a short drive. Mr. Spike was only a few neighborhoods over from Kody’s own home. He got out of the vehicle and walked up to the front door. Nerves hit him and he paused before hitting the doorbell. Kody went over his game plan in his head. He didn’t have much of a game plan. He was just going to throw himself at Mr. Spike and wanted to at least such his dick before he left. He had sucked dick before but this would be his first time with a real man dick. He filled him mind with resolve, took a large breath of air, and touched the doorbell. Mr. Spike answered the door and opened the threshold to his invited guest. Kody glanced his host up and down before walking in. Mr. Spike was extremely casual as well, wearing a white tee shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. As Kody walked around Mr. Spike, he noticed that perfect bubble butt perfectly caressed by the jeans the twink was wearing. Mr. Spike ushered the teen to the living room where they found the couch. Kody sat down and was handed the remote for the television. MS: Go ahead and put whatever you want on the tv. I’m gonna go get myself something to drink. Did you want something to drink? K: I’ll have whatever you are having. Mr Spike smiled back at the teen and disappeared into the kitchen. This left the teen alone in the living room where he looked around and tried to take in the whole situation. He eventually found the coffee table right in front of him. There was a second tier that was holding a glass object. Kody’s curiosity got the better of him and he reached for the glass object. He had just placed it on top of the coffee table when Mr. Spike reappeared with two glasses of coke and some G. Mr. Spike walked over and handed the teen his drink. He could tell the teen was trying to formulate the right question of ask, so he cut him off by simply handing the teen his drink. MS: Here you go. It’s a coke with a kick. Mr. Spike held out his glass inviting Kody to tap the drink before they both gulped down their drinks. Kody was unprepared for the slight bitter taste of his drink. He though it must be alcohol. Mr. Spike did say that it had a kick. Besides, he was going to need all the liquid courage he could muster today. After they drained their cups, Kody’s eyes returned to the glass object on the coffee table. Kody opened his mouth to start asking but Mr. Spike cut him off. MS: oh that’s not important. Its just a little fun I have once and a while. Not for kids you know. Let me just put that back down there. He reached for the pipe and lowered it back to it’s original spot. MS: You have the remote remember. Go ahead and put something on. We can just hang before we get to business. Kody’s curiosity kept intruding and he finally gathered his courage and asked Mr Spike what the glass object was. MS: oh that’s just a man’s pipe. It’s filled with some really good stuff but only for men. Sorry boy. Not for you. Kody did know what was coming over him. he had never had any inclination to try any drugs before but there in front of Mr. Spike, he felt the need to prove himself. Kody pulled out the lighter that was stationed next to the pipe. K: How much of a man do you want me to be Mr. Spike? Why don’t you show me? He handed the pipe and lighter over to the host. Mr. Spike was taken back a bit by how forward the boy was being and he loved it. Mr. Spike lit the pipe and took a big hit, letting out a big white cloud. Without talking, he hands the pipe over to Kody. Ever in the rush to prove himself to the man, Kody took his own big hit. He held it in as long as he could before releasing his own white cloud. Mr. Spike was quite impressed. He waved the teen on to keep taking hit after hit. He left the teen finish off the bowl by himself. This left the teen feeling plenty high. MS: Feeling good? Yeah, I know you are. We’ll lets get down to business. I invited you over to help me pick out the uniform for next years swim team. I need you to help model them for me so I can make a good decision. Mr. Spike handed the teen a small bag of clothing and pointed the way to the bathroom. Kody was flying high and did as he was directed. Kody disappeared into the bathroom. MS: Go ahead and try on the black and green pair first. Mr. Spike had just finished reloading the pipe when Kody popped out wearing a pair of black compression shorts with a green lightning bolt through the crotch area. The Coach handed the filled pipe to Kody and started feeling him up. Kody just lit the pipe when Mr Spike’s hands found the teens backside. He left out a soft moan. MS: How do they make you feel? K: they feel great but I don’t think I like the colors. MS: I agree. Lets try a different pair then. Kody retreated to the bathroom and emerged. This time he was wearing a pair of royal blue speedos. The coach handed the pipe to the teen. After his hit, Kody described how these new pair felt. He liked them but found the fabric confining. The teen again retreated but he hesitated to come out and show off the new pair of speedo. He asked Mr. Spike to close his eyes and only after he agreed did he come out. Kody stood there in front of his close-eyed coach in a pair of almost completely see through white speedos. It was a combination of the worn out frabric and the fact that the teen clearly wet the white material making it even more see though than normal. The coach couldn’t help himself anymore, he opened his eyes and marveled at the sight before him. All the man could do was stare and drool. Kody reached forward and picked up the pipe. MS: I think we found a winner. K: Close your eyes again. Please. Sit down please. The coach was happy to oblige with the require. He sat down on the couch and closed his eyes. The teen waved his hands in front of the coach’s eyes and got no response. He then dropped the white speedo to the floor. Kody took a step forward and left himself fall into the coach’s arms. Mr Spike felt the wet touch of the teen’s body against his own skin. He let his hands surround the teen and settle down on the teen’s perfectly round ass. He opened his eyes and thought he had died and gone to heaven. He traced the almost unfindable tan lines on the teen’s body. The coach stood up and let his monster dick point it’s way out of the sweatpants he is wearing. He pushes the pipe to the teen and tells him to take a big hit and put his mouth of the coach’s dick. The teen listens as he is told and is blowing clouds on the big 9 inch dick in no time at all. Kody couldn’t believe he was actually doing it. he had planned on sucking the coach off but never really thought in a million years it would actually come true. His own 7 inch dick had long since been set free from the speedo material. Kody was getting all he had dreamt of today and was resolved to heading home soon after he got his coach’s load in his mouth. Mr. Spike had other plans. He picked up the twink and threw him over his shoulder. He took him back to his bedroom. Before Kody would protest, Mr. Spike already had his tongue in the boy’s hole. this was the first time the teen had ever even thought of let alone experienced a rim job. In no time at all, the teen’s hole was a wet slobbery mess. The coach picked him up and pushed him up further on the bed so he could get behind the poor unsuspecting twink. He never even saw it coming. During the rimming, the coach reached underneath his bed for some Vaseline. He lathered up his throbbing dick and placed his thick head at the teen’s hole. By the time Kody felt the slicked up dickhead against his hole, it was too late. The coach pushed forward with a quick jab and the head pushed it’s way into the teen. The teen screamed out loud and had his head pushed down into the bed. He screamed for the coach to stop and pull out. The coach was unrelenting. He kept pushing forward until he bottomed out. Kody was crying out in pain. He begged and begged for this man to stop ripping him in two. Mr Spike just laughed and continued to thrust into the once virgin hole he was now splitting open. At one point, it seemed like Mr. Spike was slowing down. He slowed his rhythm down and held his hips for a moment. This gave the teen a moment to catch his breath and start thanking the coach for stopping. But this moment was short-lived. Mr. Spike just repositioned the twink from his stomach to his back. Never once did he pull out. he left the entire length inside the teen. He pulled the teen’s legs and ankles up on his shoulders and then returned to smashing the poor teen into the bed. K: Please stop. it hurts. Go slower. I’m a virgin. MS: Were a virgin. Nice and tight. You knew you wanted this. You were a virgin but you wanted to come submit to me and take your first load. You wanted this since before you even came over to my house. I’m just giving you what you need. You know you want this big dick. That’s why you smoked up my shit and why you are still a little hard. Kody looked between his body and the coach’s. He was in fact still half hard and leaking precum. K: Oh Gawd. I do like it. Fill me up with your babies. I need every drop deep inside of me. Mr Spike finally collapsed on the twink and filled him to the brim full of his cum. He let the teen clean up and then they chilled for a while before starting over again. They did have a long time before Kody needed to be home afterall. Two weeks was going to go by so fast.

When I was in 2nd grade or so I joined the Cub Scouts. The den mother was nice and basically just lets us do whatever we wanted in the basement which was usually some sort of crafts. As it turned out nearly every one of us grew up to be gay but at the time I don’t think any of even knew what gay even was. We all kind of bonded being with other boys who were similar but we didn’t quite understand how so. It was also nice to be with boys that weren’t picking on us or being mean. One of my favorite memories from childhood was when we were down in the basement doing some kind of crafty thing when Marc, a very nelly baby queen cud scout stepped out of the room for a minute. For a little backstory - This happened in the middle 1970s and there was a new game show that was a big hit called Celebrity Sweepstakes. One of the regular ‘celebrities’ was a very busty ditzy platinum blond named Carol Wayne. A few minutes later nelly Mark comes back into the room with a couple of oranges stuffed under his shirt to look like tits and a mass of white yarn all over his head like a majeshift wig. He threw his arms up like the little diva he was and says ‘Look at me! I’m Carol Wayne!’ We all cheered and clapped and laughed. It was probably my first real non sexual gay experience and I still love that memory of being ‘with my people’

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"Motherfucker!" That was the moment I realized that what's his name had not left the video booth to go get poppers, lube, Molly and coke. In fact, I was almost 100% sure that if I walked out the side exit and around towards where he had parked his car, it would be gone. This sucked for a few reasons. First, I had just electronically sent him $160 to fuck me. Second, I was staying in North Portland and he had just ditched me at Mr. Peeps in Beaverton with no way home. Third, he had left three cheap torches, a sack of meth, two cheap glass pipes that had seen better days but were full of melted shards, and another bag of powder on top of the video console. I was in gym shorts with no underwear, and a tank top. If I tried to walk out with most of this stuff, I'd be clinking and clanking and far too obvious, unless I got the least judgmental Uber driver in the universe. It had to be done - I lifted the cheap plastic garbage can that smelled faintly of cum on the inside up to the level of the top of the console and swept all of paraphernalia and drugs into it, then tucked it back under the video console. Time to leave and figure out how to get home and I can't risk being distracted right now. Now that was taken care of, I grabbed my hoodie and stepped out of the booth into the main video store.

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It sounds like the talented good boy did a great job for his daddy. That man was very lucky that he found someone that was able to take care of his needs and load. You are indeed a good boy.

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a really painfully big one for me, but I was so fucking horny and had seen this man several times in a bar - he knew what I wanted and I got it, out back, he sent me this the next day

Part 2 That first evening and night, Vince was kept high the entire time and had to endure several loads in his ass. His tense sphincter was completely broken, and the next day he woke up around noon, lying completely naked next to Rick. When he opened his eyes, he first wondered if he had dreamed it all, but when he saw Rick lying there, he knew that yesterday had not been a long wet dream but had really happened. He had lost his virginity and innocence, but in return, he had gained a new purpose in life. Vince was completely okay with going through life as a slut, cum dump, and slave. What he had experienced had given him a whole new perspective on his life and existence. He had enjoyed being Rick's subject and tasting his fat, big cock and feeling it in his mouth and ass. Although he had dreamed and fantasized about it and had been afraid, it was still much better than he could have imagined. He felt the urge for more and more intense sex growing deep inside him. He felt his pussy with his hand, and it was sore and swollen. But it couldn't be any other way, it was the first time he had been fucked, and for so long and so hard, and Rick's cock wasn't exactly small. Still, he felt his sphincter react immediately to the touch and a wave of pleasure and desire wash over him. Vince was sure this was what he wanted and wanted to live for. He wanted to get out of bed, but when he swung his feet out, Rick, who had also woken up, grabbed his arm. R: You're not planning on running away, are you, boy? I know where you live. Vince laughed. V: No, sir, I just wanted to take a piss. Rick felt himself getting horny again. R: I thought so. R: Normally, I would use your mouth and piss in it because I need to relieve myself too. But I won't force you to do that unless you want to. V: I don't think I'm ready for that yet, sir. R: As long as we're not playing, you can just call me Rick, Vince. V: Okay, Rick. Rick also got out of bed and they went to the toilet together and stood pissing in the toilet bowl. They looked at each other and Vince felt it tingling in his stomach again. Rick saw the loving look in Vince's eyes and when he was done pissing, he grabbed Vince and kissed him. R: Did you enjoy your first time, boy? V: Yes, it was so much better than I could have imagined. R: Are you ready for what's to come? V: Yes, and I'm looking forward to everything you're going to teach me. R: Hmmmmm, I like to hear that, boy. I love boys who are eager to learn. R: Are you ready for a short lesson? Vince looked at Rick with a loving and longing gaze. R: I'll take that as a yes. Rick pushed Vince down onto his knees. R: Let's see if you can suck as well when you're sober, and then you can taste my piss, because this won't be the last time you drink my piss. Vince felt a moment of fear return, because he found drinking piss disgusting and he didn't know if he would ever be ready for it. V: I don't know. R: Shhhhhh, just open your mouth and do what I ask. You won't regret it, believe me. Vince cautiously opened his mouth and looked at Rick's limp cock and saw another drop dangling from the foreskin. He closed his eyes, the smell of piss and sweat from Rick's cock entered his nose and mouth, and with a fearful and disgusted grimace, he took Rick's cock into his mouth. The drop of piss hit his tongue and the salty, bitter taste filled his mouth. When Rick's foreskin slid back, more piss ended up in his mouth, and although he found the idea of drinking piss, let alone someone else's, disgusting and repulsive, it wasn't as bad as he had expected. The tension in his body disappeared, and he carefully licked the piss off Rick's cock and began to lick and suck Rick's glans and cock. R: Hmmmm, yeah, that's it, Vince, lick it clean. See, you like it. Wait until you get to drink it straight from my dick, that'll drive you wild. Rick ran his hands through Vince's hair and grabbed his head. When he felt his dick get hard, he pulled Vince off his dick, pulled him upright, and started kissing him again. R: Hmmmmm, thank you, honey. I like to get up in the morning with a loaded gun so I'm horny all day. Vince, who was completely sober, felt butterflies in his stomach and was falling for the rough man who had him completely under his spell. R: Okay, let's get started, boy. You go home and bring a few pairs of underwear, a pair of pants, a T-shirt or two, and your toothbrush. Lock up and come back here. V: Will I have enough with so few things, or are we not going to be gone long? Rick started laughing, kissed Vince, and whispered in his ear. R: You won't need many clothes in the coming weeks. A grin appeared on Vince's face and he stepped out of the toilet, put on his swimming shorts from the day before and went home to pack his things, locked the house and less than 20 minutes later he was back at Rick's. Rick had loaded the car in the meantime, took Vince's bag and threw it on the back seat. Rick signaled for Vince to get in, and when Vince had fastened his seatbelt, Rick started the car and they drove off. V: May I ask where we're going, Rick? R: Sure, we're going to my cabin in the woods. We'll be more comfortable there because no one can disturb us. My cabin is isolated and there's not a soul around for miles. Vince understood what Rick meant. He meant that he could do whatever he wanted with him there and that much more intense things awaited him there. On the one hand, Vince was a little scared, but on the other hand, he also knew that what he had experienced was just a taste of what was to come. They had been driving on the highway for an hour when Vince wanted to ask Rick something that had been on his mind the whole time. V: Can I ask you something, Rick? Rick looked at Vince amused. R: If you want to know how far it is, I can tell you that we'll be driving for another hour before we get there and I can fill you up again. Vince had to laugh. V: No, that wasn't it, although I do crave your cock. Rick grunted. R: Shoot. V: I'm not entirely sure, but when you fucked me yesterday and came inside me for the first time, you shouted, “Take my dirty toxic load,” is that right? R: Yes, that's right. V: Did you mean that you're infected and pozz with HIV? R: That's right. Rick looked at Vince and knew he would still have this conversation with his pupil, and he hoped Vince wouldn't freeze up now, but there was a chance he would. Vince was silent for a moment, and Rick saw that he needed time to process it. V: So that means... R: Yes, that means that you are now most likely infected and will carry my strain of the virus. R: Look, in my world, it's not a big deal to be infected. It's more of a blessing than a curse. You'll see. You were made for this, Vince, and sooner or later you were going to get infected anyway. You're a slut boy, and real sluts are almost all pozz. Your pussy will often be filled with cum because you'll only want to get fucked bareback now that you know how it feels to get fucked bareback and how it feels to be filled with cum. You'll never be satisfied with anything less. If you regret it now, something can still be done. I'll turn around and we'll go downtown and get you on a course of PEP medication so that the chance of you becoming pozz is much smaller, but then the story ends here. Vince let it all sink in and looked at Rick. Rick, who was usually so dominant and sure of himself, sat there with a small heart, waiting for Vince's answer. Because what the boy would say now would determine a lot of what would happen next. V: I already knew, but I just wanted to be sure. You don't have to back. I know this is going to be my new life. Yesterday triggered too much in me, and I can't go back. What you say is true. Sooner or later, I would have gotten infected anyway, and I'd rather it be from you. I do hope you'll help me through the process and not just infect me and then drop me like a piece of trash. A grin appeared on Rick's face, and inside he felt relief. R: Look at my cock, boy. It's hard just from hearing what you say. I won't abandon you. Like I said yesterday, my gut tells me you're going to be my regular slut, and I suspect there's even more to it than that. The loving look returned to Vince's face and he bit his lip. V: Is your dick really hard, sir? R: Yes, slut, feel it. Vince put his hand on Rick's hard, fat cock. V: Hmmmm, I want to taste it, sir. I want to taste your cum in my mouth and swallow the load that infected me. Rick had trouble controlling himself. If he hadn't been driving, he would have grabbed the boy and pushed his cock deep into the boy's throat and made him suck until he shot his load into his mouth. But he had to pay attention to the road. He could stop and take him on the side of the road, but then they would arrive at the vacation home much later, and he didn't want that. The slut in Vince now came out in full force because he saw that Rick was having a hard time, and he rubbed his hands over Rick's cock and then kissed Rick's jeans and looked him slutty in the eyes. V: Please, sir. R: Fuck it. Rick turned on cruise control and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and unzipped his fly. Rick wasn't wearing boxer shorts, and his cock popped right out. Vince eagerly looked at Rick's hard cock and licked the precum that was already dripping from Rick's glans. V: Hmmmmmm, your precum tastes so good, sir. Vince's slutty behavior brought out the beast in Rick. R: Stop teasing, slut, and start sucking, or I'll pull over and rape you. Vince continued to look slutty at Rick because the latter also seemed to turn him on. Rick saw the sluttiness in Vince's eyes and that the last suggestion also seemed to turn him on. R: Don't challenge me, boy. Vince eagerly took the fat, stiff cock in his mouth and started sucking Rick's cock hard. It didn't take long before Rick had his hand on Vince's head and pushed him as deep as he could. Saliva ran from Vince's mouth and Rick heard the boy start to gag. Rick closed his eyes briefly, then released his grip and let the boy continue sucking on his own. Rick growled and started shouting R: Fuck, you're a horny bitch. Are you sure yesterday was your first time? R: Fuck, boy, I'm going to have a lot of fun with you. Fuck yeah, suck it, slut. You make me so fucking horny. You'll feel my toxic load in your mouth soon if you keep sucking like that. Come on, bitch, suck that cock and show me what a slut you are. Show me how much you want to be my slut. Fuuuucck Rick's horny, dominant words made Vince completely wild and horny, and now he wanted nothing more than to have Rick's cum in his mouth. Vince's pussy started to itch, and he reached for his ass with his hand. Rick saw that and pulled Vince's hand away. Rick put his hand in Vince's shorts and searched for his hole. He stuck his finger in Vince's pussy and felt Vince's sphincter close around his finger. Rick growled again. R: Fuck boy, you're a dirty slut, a whore. Your pussy is begging to be filled. When we get there, I'm going to have to fuck you right away, slut. Your pussy is begging for it. Rick was almost at his peak, Vince had made him way too horny and he could hardly hold it anymore. Rick started growling loudly and shouting. R: Hmmmm, yeah, boy. My load is coming. Swallow, boy, swallow my toxic load and don't waste any of it. Understood. Vince was completely turned on, his pussy was being fingered by Rick's thick finger and he felt Rick's cock start to contract. He knew it was time and that he was about to swallow his first load of cum. Rick roared and Vince got strand after strand of thick warm cum sprayed into his mouth. His whole mouth was filled with cum and Vince enjoyed the taste sensation that had ended up in his mouth. Now that his mind was completely clear, he could fully taste Rick's cum and it was so much better than he had imagined. He felt Rick's cock start to go limp and he said goodbye to the cum in his mouth and let it slide carefully down his throat. This would not be the last time he would swallow Rick's cum, he was convinced of that. He licked Rick's cock clean, and then Rick pulled him up and kissed him. Rick gasped for a moment. R: Hmmmmmm, you're something else, boy. Not many have succeeded in doing what you just did. Vince grinned and wiped his mouth, clicking himself back into place and enjoying the delicious cum that had just been shot into his mouth. After savoring the moment, Vince looked back at Rick with his slutty gaze. R: Not again, boy, I want to be able to use you later. Vince started laughing. V: No, that's not it. Am I a real slut for you now, or do I still have to do or change something before I'm a real slut? Rick grinned. R: Hmmmmmm, my dick is getting hard again, boy. You're way too horny. R: But no, there are still a few things you have to do and change before you're a real slut for me. V: Like what? R: Drinking piss, for example. But a real slut to me is completely shaved. Vince looked at Rick strangely for a moment, and Rick looked at Vince. R: By that I also mean the hair on your head, which has to be short for you to be a real slut to me. Without thinking too much about it, Vince said V: Fine, then shave it off. I want to surrender myself completely to you. Rick felt his cock getting hard again, but this time he didn't let it show. He just grinned and rubbed Vince's blond hair. R: Okay, boy, if that's what you want, we'll shave you later. Vince still looked slutty at Rick, and there was even a kind of dark edge to his gaze. R: Rest while you can, boy, you'll need it later. Vince closed his eyes for a moment and fell asleep while Rick continued driving. After a good hour, Vince felt the car pull into a parking lot and opened his eyes It was already getting dark, but because of the dense vegetation in the forest, it was already quite dark and you could use some light. Rick took his keys and went to the door of the cottage, opened the door, and turned on the lights inside and outside. Vince looked around and saw a small garden surrounded by trees and bushes. If you walked around naked here, even if there were neighbors, no one would see you, he thought. Rick came back, took his things, and put them inside. Vince looked around some more, then took his bag out of the car and went inside. V: Where can I put this? R: Just throw it on the table. But first, drink this so it can kick in. Vince got that slutty look on his face again. V: I see you're not wasting any time. Rick growled. R: From now on, it's back to sir. Understood. Vince took the glass and drank it empty, the now familiar bitter taste filling his mouth, and he realized that there must have been something in the lemonade. Because it was the same bitter taste that was now in the glass. V: Is there anything I can do in the meantime, sir? R: Go rinse off, bitch. I want you ready for use by the time I'm done unloading everything here. R: The bathroom is the second door down the hall. Vince went to the bathroom, undressed, and stepped into the shower, turning on the water and picking up the handheld showerhead, which had an anal douche attached to it. He rinsed himself several times and washed himself. When he was done, he already felt the slight effect of the G taking over his body, so he put his shorts back on and went back to the living room. Rick had finished unpacking the grief in the meantime. R: Follow me, bitch. Vince followed Rick and they went outside where a chair was waiting. Vince sat down on the chair and Rick picked up the clippers. R: Last chance, boy. Once I start, there's no turning back. V: Make me the slut you want me to be, sir. Vince heard the buzzing of the clippers and suddenly felt the cold metal against his scalp. Vince sank deeper into his G-high and felt himself becoming hornier and more submissive. Meanwhile, he felt and saw the blonde locks falling from his scalp. It didn't take long before Rick turned off the clippers and put them aside. R: Fuck, you look even hotter than I thought you would. Vince hadn't noticed. But Rick was standing there in just a Speedo, shaving him, and Vince, who was already getting pretty high, could see that Rick's cock had grown too big for his Speedo, because more than half of it was sticking out. Vince could already feel his mouth watering. R: Here, boy, put this on. From now on, you can and must wear this. Vince got a harness from Rick and he helped him put it on. Rick looked at his slut and felt that he wouldn't be able to control the beast inside him for long. R: Fuck, boy, now you're the slut I want. Vince got off the chair and knelt in front of Rick. V: Use me, sir. Use me as hard as you can. Let me feel what it's like to be a real slut and slave to you. Rick knew he wouldn't be able to suppress the beast inside him any longer and gave in to it a little. Gradually, he thought. He grabbed Vince's shaved head and pushed it into his crotch. R: I'll make you feel it, slut. I'll make you feel what it's like to serve me. Rick went inside, took some pieces of rope, and came back outside. He pulled Vince upright, pulled his hands behind his back, tied them, and secured them to his armor. Then he took him into the garden, put him on his knees in front of a tree, tied the rope around his waist, made a bondage knot, and then tied him to the tree. Rick went inside, took some things, and then went back to Vince. He stood in front of him and grabbed his head again. R: Take off my pants, bitch. If you get them off, you'll get a reward, and if I have to help you, you'll feel it. Vince's eyes were spinning violently in his head from the dose of G he had received this time, which was much larger than the last time. But he understood what Rick wanted from him. However, the G had impaired his thinking, and because his hands were tied behind his back and he was tied to a tree, he didn't immediately know how to solve the problem. R: Are you going to do it? Vince tried to focus and bit Rick's shorts, pulling them down with his teeth. Rick's shorts were now around his ankles, but he wasn't completely out yet. He banged his head against Rick's legs so that he would step out of his pants, but Rick, who was amused to see how his slut wanted to solve the problem, didn't cooperate. R: Can't you do it, slut? Vince looked at Rick. V: Would you like to step out of your shorts, sir? R: And what do I get in return? Vince opened his mouth and took Rick's swollen cock into his mouth. Rick grinned but pulled his cock out of Vince's mouth. Vince mourned for a moment. R: I think that's more satisfying for you than it is for me. R: Anyway, I'm going to take off my pants, but you're going to drink my piss. V: Okay, master. R: That's what I like to hear, slave. Rick stepped out of his speedo and took a step back. R: Open your mouth, slut. Vince opened his mouth and closed his eyes tightly. R: Open your eyes, slut, and look at me while I piss on you. Vince opened his eyes and looked Rick in the eyes. Rick grabbed his cock and started pissing. The warm stream first hit Vince's chest, and then Rick aimed higher. Vince felt the warm stream now spraying on his face, and for some reason it turned him on, and he sought out the stream with his mouth. The stream ended up in his mouth, and Vince felt the warm stream of piss land on his tongue and in his mouth. Vince felt the sluttiness and submissiveness come over him and he surrendered to it completely. He looked slutty at Rick and Vince saw that Rick himself was also transforming. There was something dark in his gaze. Something like a predator lurking on its prey, about to attack and devour it. It only made Vince even hornier, and without thinking, he let the piss run down his throat and swallowed it. This was much better than he had imagined. On the contrary, he wanted to do this again, and he leaned forward so he could get closer to Rick's cock and get the stream earlier and harder in his mouth. R: Yeah, that's how I like to see it, slut. See, you are a piss drinker. I knew you were such a dirty little slut. From now on, you can drink straight from the tap every day. Rick changed direction and now pissed on Vince's shaved head. As the piss ran down his head, Vince licked what he could off his face with his tongue. R: Fuck yeah, dirty slut, lick it off your face. Rick's piss ran down Vince's entire face, over his chest, and onto his shorts, which were now completely soaked with Rick's piss. The last drops spurted from Rick's cock, and Rick took a step closer. R: Lick it clean, slut. Vince opened his mouth and leaned forward, but the rope was too short and he couldn't reach Rick's cock to lick it clean. Rick knew it wouldn't work, but he wanted to test how eager and willing the boy was, and what he saw did not disappoint him. R: Shall I come a little closer, slut? V: Yes, please, sir. Rick took a step closer and Vince immediately and eagerly took Rick's leaking cock into his mouth. Rick had held back a little piss, he grabbed Vince's head so he couldn't pull away and emptied his bladder completely. Vince felt Rick's cock start to piss again and his first reaction was to pull away, but when he realized he couldn't, he surrendered completely and was completely captivated by drinking Rick's piss. Rick heard Vince start to moan and how he was enjoying drinking his piss. As he sprayed his last jets of piss, Vince started to get a skull fuck, and for the first time, Vince felt that Rick was being a little more rough with him. The gloves were off, but Vince felt that Rick wasn't going all the way yet. Rick pulled his stiff cock out of Vince's mouth and slapped him across the head, grabbed his head and spat in his face, then licked his face. Rick tasted his own piss and then stuck his tongue in Vince's mouth, who kissed him eagerly. R: You dirty slut. So eager to suck and drink the piss from sir's cock. You keep surprising me, slut. Rick took out a pipe filled with crystals. R: Master will reward you, boy. Vince looked eagerly at the pipe and knew what kind of slutty desires and horny feelings it would bring, and Vince grinned, and Rick, seeing Vince grin, growled. R: I knew you wanted this, slut. You're just like all the other sluts, they all crave Miss T. But you've earned it, slut. Here, take it. Rick held the pipe in front of Vince's nose and signaled for him to take it. Vince wanted nothing more than to take the pipe, but with his hands behind his back, he couldn't. R: Shall I help you, boy? V: Yes, sir. R: All right then. Rick took the lighter and started melting the crystals, and in an unguarded moment, he felt Vince take his cock back into his mouth and start sucking him. Rick grinned and started laughing. R: Apparently, you can't get enough of master's cock, can you, you dirty cocksucking whore? The crystals had melted and smoke had formed in the pipe, and Rick pulled his cock out of Vince's mouth. He heard Vince whimper briefly, but when he saw the pipe in front of his nose, he eagerly put his lips on the pipe and sucked in the smoke and held it in. Vince felt the warm glow wash over him and saw Rick melting the crystals again. Rick's swollen cock hung back in front of Vince's mouth, and Vince opened his mouth and took the cock in his mouth. R: Fuck yeah, slut. Blow your cloud on my cock. While Vince sucked Rick's cock, he blew his white cloud over Rick's cock. Rick had a new dose ready for Vince and put the pipe back against Vince's lips. They repeated this about four more times, and Vince felt heat in his body and had become extremely horny. His pussy itched, precum dripped from his cock, his eyes rolled back in their sockets, and his tongue hung out of his mouth. He felt Rick untie the rope from the tree and thought he was free again, but nothing could be further from the truth. Rick pulled him upright and tied the rope again, but this time it was much tighter. He was pulled completely against the tree and his arms were taken from his back and tied above his head to the tree. Rick grabbed Vince's head and looked him in the eyes. Rick saw that Vince was completely lost in his intoxication of G and Miss T. He spat in Vince's face and kissed him. Vince kissed him back wildly, saliva running from his mouth and his tongue going in all directions. Vince moaned and rubbed his body against the tree. Rick grabbed Vince's limp cock and squeezed his cock and balls hard. Vince groaned in pain and was brought down from his cloud for a moment. R: Ah, there you are. Vince had trouble focusing, but looked Rick in the eyes and wanted to kiss him. R: No, slut. I decide what happens here, understand? Vince tried to nod. R: What did you say? I can't hear you. Rick slapped Vince's chest with the flat of his hand, startling Vince. V: Yes, sir. R: That's better. Rick caressed Vince's body with one hand and pinched one of Vince's nipples with the other. Vince fell back into a trance, but the slight pain in his nipple kept him alert. Vince moaned and tried to pull his hands free, but he couldn't. He searched for Rick's mouth with his own, but that didn't work either. Rick spat in Vince's face again. R: Dirty slut. You still have a lot to learn. Rick slapped Vince's body a few times, and with each blow, Vince let out a small cry. Rick gave him another series of blows, and Vince's body was already starting to look quite red. R: Still so sure of your choice to become my slut, boy? Vince looked at Rick with his eyes rolling. V: Yes, sir. I'm still sure I want to be your slut. I love pain. Give me everything you've got, I'll ask for more. Rick had to laugh at his slut's ignorance. R: We'll see about that, boy. Rick took out an electro shank. R: Do you know this? Vince nodded no. R: Then I'll teach you to know it. Rick gave the first electric shock and Vince was startled and let out a loud scream. R: Scream as loud as you want, boy, there's no one who can hear you. Rick gave him one electric shock after another and slapped Vince's body, not sparing his cock and balls. After each electric shock, Vince felt more and more energy drain from his body and he found it difficult to stay upright. Rick saw that his student was struggling and, because it was his first time, he put the toy away. Rick kissed Vince again. R: Good boy. You never cease to amaze me. Rick licked Vince's red body, took his nipples in his mouth, and started playing with them. Vince's body had become very sensitive, couldn't handle all those sensations, and rubbed his body against the tree. Rick took his other nipple in his mouth and licked and bit it. Vince began to moan loudly and felt himself sinking deeper and deeper, all the energy draining from his body. Rick sank deeper with his tongue and licked Vince's limp cock and balls, and Vince began to moan loudly again. But it wasn't long before Rick squeezed his cock and balls firmly again. Once more, Vince let out a loud cry. Rick ran his hands over Vince's body again and felt the effect of the exhaustion Vince was undergoing. Rick grabbed a flogger and first slapped Vince's body a few times, teasingly. Vince moaned softly at first, but when Rick hit him a few times harder, though still not with full force, he heard Vince whimper and moan in pain again. R: Have you had enough, slut, or do you want more? Vince didn't want to show weakness and admit that he was actually at the end of his strength. V: More, sir, I want more. R: All right, then. Rick knew he would have to stop soon, but he was pleasantly surprised by his slut's perseverance and struck Vince's body a few more times, leaving several welts on his body. Then he put the flogger aside. Vince didn't have time to catch his breath before Rick kissed him again and played with his nipples once more. Rick sensed that Vince was about to break and began to grin. His mission had been accomplished. He had pushed the boy to his limits, and he knew he could still train him to handle more. He also knew that soon he would have a willing slut that he could fuck hard because his body was completely exhausted and he would surrender completely. Rick untied the arms from the tree and Vince's arms fell straight down. He also untied the rope from the tree, leaving Vince completely free. Vince briefly collapsed to his knees, but Rick caught him. R: Come on, slut, let's go inside so I can train your pussy. Although Vince's pussy was still itching and he wanted to have a filled pussy, he felt completely empty. He followed Rick inside and Rick immediately gave him a filled glass. R: Drink up, boy, so you can regain your strength. The glass was filled with a dose of G so that Vince would remain in his daze. Vince drank the glass empty and gave it back to Rick. Rick took Vince to his playroom, which was much better equipped than the room in his house. This was a real playroom with lots of different toys. Rick pushed Vince to the sling and laid him in it. He secured Vince's legs in the stirrups and Vince rested his head in the sling. Vince felt himself sinking deeper into his intoxication and he felt how exhausted his body was. Rick took some lubricant, rubbed it on Vince's sphincter and at the same time pushed two nice crystals into Vince's pussy. Vince first felt the tingling in his ass again and then how the warmth turned into heat and then into an irresistible urge to be filled. Although he was exhausted and tired, he gained renewed strength and energy and began to beg. Begging to have his pussy filled. R: Hmmmm, we'll do that, slut. We're going to stretch your pussy further so you get a nice slutty hole. Vince felt a dildo being pushed against his sphincter. A bottle of poppers was pushed under his nose and he knew what to do. He sniffed the arousing fumes deeply and felt his exhausted body relax further. Rick began to apply some force to the dildo, which was already thicker than his own cock, and he saw Vince's sphincter resist at first, but Rick didn't give up and pushed a little harder. Rick heard Vince moan loudly and whimper in pain as the tip of the dildo pushed past his sphincter, but once it was inside, Rick saw Vince relax again and heard that Vince was getting used to the new thickness being pushed into his pussy. Vince felt his sphincter being stretched to a new maximum, and when the dildo had filled his entire pussy and the beginning of his rectum, he gasped for breath. Rick let his student get used to the new intruder for a moment, and when he saw that Vince had become completely accustomed to the new thickness, he put the poppers under Vince's nose again. R: Sniff, slut, so I can stretch your pussy. Vince sniffed the poppers a few times and felt Rick start to slide the dildo in and out of his pussy. At first, there was some resistance from Vince's sphincter, but after a few times of sliding in and out of his pussy, Vince was completely ecstatic about this new thickness and felt that his pussy wanted more, even thicker and deeper. Although he was still exhausted, he gave in to these new desires. V: More, sir. My pussy wants more. R: Is that so, slut? Then you're in luck because I have even bigger and thicker dildos here. Rick took an even thicker dildo and slid the other one out of Vince's gaping pussy. This new dildo was not a veined realistic dildo but a smooth one. He lubricated it and showed it to Vince. R: Will this fit in your pussy, slut? Vince looked at the dildo and couldn't believe his pussy could handle such thickness, but the slut in him, who had completely let go, wanted nothing more than to feel that fat dildo in his pussy. V: Yes, sir, you have to try until it goes in. Rick grinned. R: I was definitely going to do that, slut, even without you asking. R: Take a few more deep sniffs of the poppers, you're going to need it. Vince sniffed hard on the poppers and felt Rick already pushing with the dildo and how his sphincter was resisting. The poppers helped him, because he felt his sphincter relax more and more every time he sniffed the poppers. He felt the dildo break through the barrier of his sphincter and shoot inside. The familiar jolt of pain shot through his body, but he was better able to handle it this time and instead of screaming in pain, he gritted his teeth and moaned. Rick was pleasantly surprised and pushed the dildo all the way in. When he saw that Vince had gotten used to the thickness, he started fucking him with it. Precum began to flow freely from Vince's cock, and Vince moaned and whimpered with pleasure the whole time. Rick could have used even thicker dildos, but he felt that this was enough for this first real session. From experience, he knew he could stretch his slut even further, but he wanted to save that for a later session. But he was pleasantly surprised at how quickly the boy adapted and surrendered to his new but true nature. Rick fucked and stretched Vince's pussy for a few minutes and then pulled the dildo out of Vince's gaping pussy. Vince was not satisfied at all and started to whimper and beg Rick to fill him with his cock. V: Fuck me, sir. I want to feel your fat cock in my pussy. Maybe I didn't get infected last time, master, and you need to pump another load of your toxic seed into me. Rick started laughing. R: That's right, slut. We have to be sure you're carrying my strain of the virus, don't we? Vince looked longingly and slutty and nodded. V: Yes, master, we have to be sure. Fuck me and fill me up, please. I want your DNA and virus inside me so badly. Rick looked at the slut in heat lying in front of him and knew he would have to fill Vince's pussy with his load. He stuck his fingers back into Vince's pussy and scraped the walls again so that blood stuck to his fingers. Rick had one last surprise in store for Vince. He wanted to see how big the slut in Vince really was, and he was going to give him a medium slam to see how slutty the boy really was. He took a syringe and filled it with a good dose of Tina. He walked over to Vince, who was still whimpering, and grabbed his arm. R: Lie still, slut. I'm going to make you go wild. Vince felt a tourniquet being put around his arm and Rick cleaning his arm with an alcohol swab. He looked for a vein and when he found it, Vince watched with wide eyes as a needle went through his skin into the vein. Vince wanted to resist because he didn't like needles, but Rick signaled for him to lie still. Rick saw a cloud of blood in the syringe and knew he was in the right place. R: Take another deep breath, boy, because once the liquid in your arm has disappeared, the real slut in you will come out. Then we'll see your full potential. Vince took another deep breath, and at that moment Rick pushed the plunger in. Vince saw the liquid disappear into his arm. Rick released the tourniquet, and Vince felt a tickle at the back of his throat that quickly became more intense. He had to cough uncontrollably, and in an instant everything changed for Vince. He was a whore, the only thing that mattered now was feeling Rick's fat cock inside him, as hard and as long as possible. He had to fuck him, not just fuck him, but fuck him hard, he had to fuck him raw and fill him up, fill him up with his toxic load. Vince growled and moaned loudly. V: Fuuuuck, fuck me, fuck me, goddamnit. Destroy my cunt and fill me up, master. Let that fucking beast out and destroy my cunt. Rick knew what to expect when he injected Vince's arm, but he hadn't expected this. The slut had come out completely and the slut wanted it rough, hard, and Rick knew that he could now do anything he wanted with the boy because he was begging for it, and that was more than Rick had expected. His cock was completely stiff and hard in no time, and he felt the beast inside him coming out. Vince was squirming in the sling with his ass because he didn't know what to do with himself. Rick stood between his legs and put his cock against the gaping sphincter. He grabbed the sling and, without warning Vince, pushed his balls deep inside in one go. Rick felt no resistance and he felt that yesterday's tight pussy had already transformed into a sloppy hole where he could unleash his urges. This was the kind of cunt Rick loved, the kind that was completely loose and open and offered no resistance to his cock. He could go on like this for a long time and fuck him completely senseless. V: Fuck yeah, fuck me, fuck me hard and unleash that beast. R: Fuck yeah, boy, I'm going to fuck your sloppy pussy hard, slut. Fuck yeah. Rick unleashed the beast and began to growl loudly, a devilish look appearing on his face. Rick let himself go completely and slapped Vince's ass hard as he pounded into his ass. Vince moaned loudly and went into ecstasy. He no longer felt any pain from the thrusts of Rick's fat, big cock. He only felt signals of pleasure and a desire for more. R: This ass is mine, boy, and it will be mine forever. Rick put his hands on Vince's body and grabbed him tightly, pulling him out of the sling even though his legs were still stuck. But Rick had him in a grip and pulled him hard toward him with every thrust so that his cock shot hard and deep into Vince's pussy. Vince moaned loudly and Rick roared and growled. Both were sweating profusely, and Rick untied Vince's legs, took him out of the sling, and threw him on the bed. Vince fell on his back, and Rick turned him over, kissed him hard, and rammed his cock back into Vince's gaping and bleeding pussy. Vince closed his eyes as he felt the cock slide back into his pussy, and Rick growled. V: Fuck yeah, sir. Take me hard, make me a whore. R: Take it, boy, take my cock. R: The only way you'll ever be rid of me is with your pussy in pieces, boy. This pussy is mine and will always be mine. V: Fuck yeah, I'm yours, sir, and I'll always be yours. Fuck me, break me. Rick kept pounding Vince's pussy and Vince kept moaning and asking for more. R: Is this what you wanted, slut? Is this the beast you craved so much? V: Fuck yeah, sir. V: Let me ride you, sir. Let me show you how much I want to ride your fat cock. Rick growled. He didn't really want to stop fucking him hard, but he also wanted to see what the slut would do if he rode him. Rick lay on his back, took Vince, and put him on top of him. R: Show me what you can do, slut. Show me how much you want my cock in your pussy. Vince grabbed Rick's cock and placed it against his sphincter. Although he had no experience riding a man's cock, it came naturally to him. Vince lowered himself in one go and Rick's cock shot all the way in. Vince was moaning and biting his lower lip while looking slutty at Rick. He started moving his ass up and down and tensed his ass so that Rick's cock felt some tension again. Rick was surprised at how natural it was for Vince and what a slut he had become. Vince slid his hands over his own body, wiping up the beads of sweat and licking his fingers. Vince tasted Rick's sweat and piss that had run down his body and moaned. Rick slapped Vince's ass a few times and grabbed his ass, moving his hands in rhythm with Vince. R: Fuck yeah, slut. Ride that dick. Rick let Vince have his way for a moment, and when Rick had had enough, he grabbed Vince, put him on all fours, pushed his dick back into Vince's hole, and started thrusting hard again. Vince moaned with pleasure, and Rick started growling and roaring again. R: Take that cock, slut. You've got such a sloppy hole, slut, that my cock doesn't even touch your walls anymore. You're such a dirty slut. My dirty bitch. When I'm done, you won't be riding my cock anymore, you'll be riding my fists, boy. You're going to beg to feel my fist in your cunt. V: Fuck yeah. Rick couldn't hold it anymore and he started growling louder, digging his nails into Vince's skin and shouting. R: Take my dirty infectious load, boy. You asked for it. You asked me to infect you. Fucking take it. Let your cells be destroyed and become the pozz slut you're meant to be. Stream after stream of infectious cum began to spurt from Rick's cock into Vince's pussy. Rick growled loudly and Vince moaned. Vince felt Rick's cock filling his pussy and then going limp and disappearing from his hole. But this time Rick's cum couldn't run out of his pussy because Rick had taken a large butt plug, much larger than the one he had used the night before, and pushed it into his ass. Vince didn't have time to feel empty in his ass. Rick collapsed exhausted on the bed and kissed Vince. The session was over, and the beast that had been present just a moment ago had crawled back into its hole, and the dominant but sweet Rick was back. Vince was also completely exhausted from the intense session and remained motionless after panting. After about 5 minutes of regaining his strength, Rick picked Vince up and carried him to his bed. R: You're still sure, boy? V: Fuck yeah, that was amazing. R: You never cease to amaze me, boy. Vince couldn't stay awake any longer and fell asleep. Rick took his cell phone and took some pictures of the sleeping and battered Vince. He posted the photos and the fuck video from the day before in a WhatsApp group with two other friends. Mike, who was online, replied immediately. M: Who, how old, what, where, and when? R: My neighbor, 19 years old, slut and slave in training, vacation house, the day after tomorrow. M: Your neighbor, that's sick, man 😈. R: He asked for it, and who am I to refuse? M: For short-term use? R: No, he exceeds expectations. Rick sent another photo of him sleeping next to him. Dax also came online. 😧 That's sick, bro. 😧 The fact that you're taking him to your vacation home and letting him sleep with you. R: I know, but this one is a keeper. He just needs a little more training, and I didn't want to deny you guys the chance to help train him. 😧 The day after tomorrow, you say. Mike, I'll come pick you up. R: Bring some grief with you, because I'm almost out of it. M: Leave that to me. 😧 What do his parents say? R: They don't know yet. They're conservative, and when they left, their son was still straight. 😧 xD M: Sell your house. R: xD. I think he'll stay with me, at least until after his conversion, and maybe permanently. M: So you've already noticed him. 😧 Shit, bro. Then he must be worth it. R: The boy asked for it. It was his destiny anyway.

Skip Construction and go to Factory, Zoo or Noxon. Go to Reds for poz loads. Cruise Bar is good too, but don't expect many loads

I got into work. The Professor, the secretary and one other student hire was there. I did my work and finished my shift. Leaving I felt the Professor look me over as I left. As I was walking down the hallway I felt the back of my leg being wet. I wiped it and smelled it. I realized it was Rick's cum leaking out of my ass. I walked right into the next bathroom and went into a stall. The back lower area almost between my legs were wet. I licked my fingers and yes it was his cum. I got toilet paper and wiped my ass. Then I used it to wipe my shorts. Luckily it was a dark grey but you could still see it if you looked closely. I got it mostly dried out and then left. I went to my classes and finished the day. I picked up a burger and fries and went home. As I ate and drank a beer, the house was kid of quiet without Rick. I watched some TV and then fell asleep. I woke up on the couch, turned off the TV and went into my bedroom. On my pillow was some clothes. They weren't mine so I picked them up. And then it hit me the smell. It was Rick's undershirt and his underwear. Both were well worn and had his scent. I inhaled them and started to get aroused. I texted him and thanked him for leaving his clothes. R- I thought you would like it. I had to leave you something to remember me. D- How could I forget you. I miss you already. R- You horny arent you. D- How could I not be smelling you. R-Jack off for me I pulled down my underwear and started to jack off then put his shirt on my face to smell him. Next I stuck two fingers in me. They felt good. D- Jacking off and fingering myself. R- Good boy. How does it feel? D- Ok, but I miss your cock. R- Yeah you miss Daddy's cock? D- Yes fucking me, stretching me, and filling me R- and? D- And your cum. This morning walking to class you were leaking out of me. I had to clean my shorts R- LOL R- Id fuck you right now if I were there D- I wish you were I need cock bad R- Yeah your pussy all wet and needs a cock to fill it? D- yes R- Yes what? D- Yes my pussy is all wet with your cum and I need cock to fill it R- Go to the drawer next to my bed. You will find a dildo and lube. I want you to fuck yourself with it and think of me. Take a video and send It to me. Now. I rushed to the drawer and lube. There were other things like a brown bottle and some bands and other stuff I didnt recognize. I got back to the room, set up my phone to take a video and lubed up the dildo and stuck it in. The dildo wasn't that large. Maybe 5 inches and not that thick but it was better than my fingers. I started to work the dildo in me and fuck myself hard. I used my other hand to jack off. After a few minutes I shot my load all over my stomach. I cleaned it up with my fingers and licked myself clean. I turned off my camera and emailed the video to him. D- Sent Daddy A minute later R- Good boy. How did that feel? D- It felt good better than my fingers but not as good as your cock. R- Yeah nothing is as good as that. You want more? D- Yes Daddy. More what? R- Cock D- Yes but you are on a trip. R- You trust me right? D- Yes Daddy. R- You have come a long way and clearly you need cock in your pussy. Am I right? I paused D- Yes I do R- Are you still on PEP? D- Yes R- Good D- ? R- It is always your choice and I am fine either way on your decision. For these next few days that I am gone, you need to keep taking your PEP. Ok? D- Yes Daddy R- Promise me you will take it everyday and text me when you do. Ok? D- I promise and I will R- Good. Now here is what I want to suggest. Have you ever been to an Adult Book Store? D- You mean the ones that have porn in the booth and you pay in the booth? R- Yes D- Yes I have a few times in high school R- You horny boy you;) R- I want you to go there and let any guy fuck you. D- You sure? I was taken aback by the idea. Letting random strangers fuck me. D- Is this safe? R- That is why you take the PEP. That made sense. R- You said the dildo doesnt satisfy you right? D- yes R- that it doesnt feel as good as a cock right? D-yes R- and tha you want a cock in your pussy right? D-yes R-Good then tonight or tomorrow got to the ABS on the other side of town and have your fill of cock. And then report back to me ok. R- And don't forget to take your PEP. Ok? D-Ok Daddy R- Goodnight my beautiful Dan and go and enjoy yourself. Listen to your body.

I woke up the next morning and took a shower. As I finished Rick came in to use the bathroom. His cock hard. As he peed I came out and dried off. "You enjoy last night" he asked I paused and wanted to be honest. "Yes you really fucked that kid. How old was he? 18? I said "Yes I did. Yes he is 18. He turns 19 next week. I even checked his ID" Rick said "You go back to your room and jack off last night and think of me and the kid fucking" Rick asked "Yes" I said "He still here" I asked "No I kicked out after I fucked him" he said As Rick finished peeing his cock still hard, I walked over and dropped to my knees and took his meat into my mouth. "Ohhh yeah boy. You want Daddy's cock don't you" he said pushing his meat into my mouth. I nodded. "You wish that was you last night" he added I nodded "Your pussy twitch while you were watching me fuck him" Rick continued I nodded, I didnt know that is what that ws last night. I sucked him harder and picked up my pace. "Let's take this to the bedroom" he said I stood up grabbed his hand and walked to his bedroom. I jumped on his bed and opened my legs to him. He stood that away from the bed. "No baby on the couch" he said "Why fuck me here please like you did the other two guys" I said "No baby, I only fuck guys who want to be converted or are not on PEP or PREP on there. My bed is special place " he said Those words took the wind out of my sail. "Its okay baby I still want you." he said his hand reaching out I followed him to the couch. I felt rejected and not worthy. He started to kiss me and I kisssed back. He pushed me back on the couch lifted my legs and started to eat my hole out. I moaned and forgot the rejection and pushed back on his mouth and tongue. After eating me out, he took his hard pole and thrust it in me in one hard push. I yelled out in pain. "Stop yelling, you know you wanted this" he said fucking me "Ohhh yes Daddy" I moaned back as I got used to his hard meat. "Watching me impregnant other guys gets you off don't it. You like watching me POZ other boys like you?" he said thrusting in me I was moaning, and trying to hold on to a clear thought. Yes I enjoyed it but not sure why they wanted HIV but they looked so needing it, wanting it. "Answer me boy. Makes your pussy throb and wet don't it me impregnating other boys, tell me" he said pounding me and just wrecking my prostate. I was leaking precum all over and in ecstasy. It was hard to think straight. "Yes Yes, they are so lucky to have your cum in them and get pregnant. Yes my pussy throbbed when I watched you fucking Daniel last night" I moaned "Yeah I knew it. You wish you were him huh. You have a pussy or ass" he continued ravaging my hole He kept it up I couldnt think straight. "Yes I wish it was me and yes I have a pussy not an ass, a pussy. Please fuck me, cum in me" I yelled out moaning With that Rick started to speed up and in a few strokes he started to cum in me. I felt him shoot 5-6 hot loads in me. I couldn't help myself and felt my ass spasm and shoot load after load on Rick and me. He stayed in me still pushing his cum deep in me and rubbing my prostate. I just lay there moaning in bliss. We kissed and held each other. I leaned in and smelled his armpit. He pushed my face in and I just inhaled. He smelled so intoxicating and his cock buried in me and our kisses. I felt good again. He pulled out and we lay next to each other holding and kissing "What did he mean by your DNA in him. Why did he want that" I asked "Like I said the last time we talked about this. My DNA and virus's DNA which is mine will be in him forever. It was be a part of him. He will be impregnated with my DNA and it will be my mark on him. " Rick said while slipping two fingers in me. I let out a moan. "It will enter your pussy then your blood stream and take hold. My DNA would be a part of you and your will get impregnated with my seed, my DNA. " he said fingering me. My cock was hard again. "See your body wants it look at your cock. I could also feel your pussy spasm around my fingers while we were just talking" he said He was right I could feel my ass spasm as we were talking about it. I am so confused. He pulled out his fingers and stuck in my mouth then kissed me. He stood up and started to pull out a suitcase. "I gotta get ready to go into work for a little while then I am going on a work trip. I will be gone 4-5 days. Sorry for the last minute notice but can you watch the house while I am gone." He said "Sure. Ill miss you." I said. After I was worried if it was too clingy. "Ill miss you too babe" he said. I looked at the clock it was 7:10am "Crap I gotta get in to the office too." I said. I kissed him, he kissed me back and grabbed my ass and I moaned into our kiss. "Sorry I gotta get going" Rick said I went to my bedroom got dressed and headed into work.

Got my last load in Oakland last night on Mountain Blvd, very thick black cock. I met him on A4A, he didn't offer what his status was.

I’m here in Tampere, in the middle of Finnland for work. This is my first time here and I was curious about the gay life in this not too big but on the other hand, campus city. The gay guys here are so naughty here and hungry for kinky things. My phone was constantly pinging and sending notifications about new messages. As I was dead tired after the all day travel that was followed by the welcome dinner I chose the closest Asian guy who was furthermore only top and he was the naughtiest. *Warning: a bit literally dirty details are coming ** He wanted me as I was right then. Without showering and cleaning. I went there and he started to lick my all-day smelling armpits, my balls and feet and finally my ass. He also sucked me while he was finger fucked my hole with 3-4 fingers. He used only his saliva for lube and finally fucked me hard. After that he did all these things interchangeably until he said “0h my god I’m close “ I immediately shut at him and ask him to breed me that he more or less successfully accomplished. Unfortunately the first dose if his cum went only onto my hole and not into it. Then he started to make efforts to get me cum but I couldn’t as I consumed a huge amount of poppers. He asked for my pee instead. I didn’t feel that I needed, so I went to take a shower. I was already drying myself when I felt the stimulus and I called him to the bathroom. He ran inside, went to his knees and I started to piss in his mouth. He swallowed almost all of my piss and I let the rest onto his body.

He kept working and rutting deep into me even after he came. As he slowed down we just kissed and held each other. I felt so good, so complete. He suddenly pulled out and he saw the look on my face. "You look unhappy. You like Daddy's cock in you, don't you?" Rick asked as he still held my legs up. "Yes, I love the feeling of you in me" I said I felt the cool air on my hole. "Yeah tell me what you like" Rick said "I feel complete and whole when you are in me. I don't know its a strange feeling. You have only fucked me a few times and I feel as I am getting used to you being in me. I felt empty when you pulled out" I said reflecting out aloud. "Yeah your pussy needs cock in it. I think it likes POZ cock" he said I looked away. "Its okay baby" he said leaning in and kissing me. My mouth opened and my tongue invaded his mouth wanting the connection, to have something of him in me. He broke the kiss, again I felt wanting. He moved off the couch and put his cock at my mouth. I eagerly sucked him clean. He moaned and played with my hair. "Ohhh baby you are such a good cock sucker. You love Daddy's cock" he said I nodded as I sucked and licked him clean. As I turned my body to get more his cock in my mouth I felt cum push out of my hole. I moaned. He saw it. "Damn your pussy is leaking all my POZ cum baby" he said scooping it up. "Here taste us" he placed his laced fingers of his hot cream and my ass juice. I sucked voraciously. "Yeah taste good don't it. You luv the taste of your own pussy don't you" he said I nodded even though I didn't think of my ass as a pussy. I felt cum still leaking out of my hole. He pulled out his cock and told me to clean up the couch. I turned around and started to lick up the cum that leaked out of my ass. As I did that Rick knelt down and started to eat my ass. "OHHHHHHH" I moaned as I pushed back my ass into his mouth. He ate me, licking my hole, nibbling on my hole entrance, then I felt his finger deep in my ass fingering my prostate then curving his finger in me like he was trying to pull out his cum. I just moaned uncontrollably. I never felt anything so good, I thought. "You like when Daddy's eats your pussy don't you. Tell me what you like" Rick said "Yes Daddy I like when you eat my ass" I said moaning He stopped and pulled away from my ass. I tried to push back but he held me at bay. "No, tell me again. You know I am talking about. Tell what you like and why" he said "Yes Daddy, I like when you eat my pussy. It drives me crazy the way you eat me out and finger my pussy" I said moaning trying to push back on him. I was so aroused. "Yeah that's right its a pussy. You love Daddy eating your pussy right. Beg bitch." he said "Yes Daddy eat my pussy please. " I begged He slapped my ass hard I yelped then he dived back in and ate me. I was in bliss and moaning. The way he ate me and fingered me. I lost control and felt something deep in me as he was working my pussy with his fingers. I started to spasm, from deep in my groin and my hole. "UGHHHHHHHH" I moaned He sped up his eating and fingering of me, I began to shake. He kept working it. I kept spasming. As I looked down under my legs I could see my cock spasming and cumming. As I had cum a lot it wasn't a lot but it was shooting then leaking from my cock. He slowed down but kept fingering me. I couldn't believe I just came and even though I had already cum, cum was still slow leaking from my cock and there was still pleasure. Finally Rick stopped. I just crouched my chest falling on the couch my ass open and high in the air. I was spent. I saw my cock deflate yet it oozed. Daddy slapped my ass again. I winced as it stung. "Ohhh boy your pussy is amazing. I cant wait to help you explore more and find your way as a real pussyboy" he said slapping my ass again and then again. My ass started to feel hot and the sting turned to a warm burn. He slapped a few more times. "Dan your ass is so beautiful. Its nice and red" he said. I heard a click of a phone camera. "What are you doing" I asked but too spent to turn back and look at him "Don't worry baby this is only for us for now" he said. "Ohh shit, who knew" he said slapping my ass again "Look at your clit boy" he said What my clit? What is he talking about? "Look at your clit boy" he said slapping my ass again. As I looked under at my cock it was hard again and leaking. What the fuck I thought. He kept slapping my ass and as he did he caressed my ass. Then he slapped my ball which hurt like shit."Ahhhhhhhhhhh fuck that hurt" I yelled He want back to slapping my ass then he would pull at my balls. As he pulled on my balls he slowly would graze my hole. I had just cum a few times in the last few hours, I was fully spent only minutes ago and now my cock was hard and leaking. "Yeah someone like's Daddy to spank them and they like a little pain" he said spanking and hitting my balls again. He then just caressed my ass and balls and fingred me again. I was getting so aroused again. Then he totally stopped and stood up. "Oh Dan you are so lovely we had such a hot time tonight but I am getting tired and need to get to sleep." he said as he leaned down and kissed me. Nice dreams.

I got some next to me now to drink✨️

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There is a dirty abs at south of the border sc . I used to drive through that area alot and always stopped there. I couldnt help getting on my knees and being fed through the hole. I went in right after covid was lifted and it was slow. Lots of truckers in the area though at the sleazy hotels. I waited a bit when this big burly redneck walked into the booth next to me. I stuck my fingers through the hole and his dick came through. I started sucking when he pulled away. I heard the door open and he knocked on mine. I opened it up and was a little hesitant because at the time I only like to suck through the hole., there’s something about sucking a guy and not seeing them that gets ne hot and lusty. When he walked into my booth, he locked it from the inside and told me to bend over. Again, I was a little hesitant because at the time I wasn’t really doing bareback. I told him I wasn’t sure about doing this today because I wasn’t ready (Cleaned Out) he reached around, putting his hand on my shorts and put his finger up against my hole, shoved it in and kissed me deep. i started ro melt and he knew it.. He said ‘ Boy, you are more than ready, and I need to drop this load, What did you come here for anyway’? He seemed agrivated and started opening the door, when I said ‘no wait, im sorry I didnt mean anything by it. Good then turn around for this dick he said. I turned around and he jacked my short straight down to my ankles. Put the head of his cock up to my whole, I could tell he was leaking pre-cum as I reached back and felt it . As it began fucking me on the sticky floor my face jammed up against the wall cause the lack of space, He grunted ‘ good boy , i knew you were just teasing me, oh yea boy, fuck yea im putting my seed in you diry whore, take it .. He cane hard both of us dripping sweat.

That's so fucking hot.

That sucks. Health comes first. Hope you’re with us for a long time to come.

Thank you all for your praise. I suffered a serious heart issue recently so I don't write as rapidly as I once did, so please be patient with me for the second part. I do have it planned out, it's just a matter getting it from my brain to the pc. Thanks again guys 😃

This isn't odd. Often I miss out on opportunity as I don't catch on until a week later...lol. One trick is to be a bit more forward and see if there's any interest. Nothing so blatant as to cause an uproar, but a small gesture or stare, and then see if it's reciprocated.