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Welcome to Breeding Zone bbfucker! I see that's your first post. Sounds like you need to fuck more though - it's been "a week or two" since your last fuck? If you can't remember exactly when your last fuck was, then it's time to fuck again...

Good idea. There's now a direct link on the home page into that thread and the one for how many loads have you gotten in your ass this year... That one is important too... Good to keep the bottoms focused on taking lots of loads

Went over to a guy's apartment this afternoon and did about a 10 minute pump-and-dump. Gave him the biggest load I think I've ever given while he sucked this other guy's cock. The other top had one of the thickest cocks I've ever seen... Lucky bottom! http://www.rawtop.com/blog/2010-09/quickie-pump-dump-w-a-huge-load

Hey Jimmy 01420 - Welcome to Breeding Zone!

I like the taste of cum (a lot), but don't like being face fucked. If you want a top to take your load orally - don't make him feel like he needs to be submissive to get it.

Hey JarvisBoi - Welcome to Breeding Zone! I moved your post into a more appropriate place for you... Maybe we should fuck when I'm up in TO over Christmas...

Thanks guys... The best way to hookup with me is to hit me up on BBRT - especially when my status shows as "Looking for now". (And don't hit me up when my status says "not looking"). Be clear that you're willing to travel. The issue (often) is that I'm just looking for a quick fuck - so I don't want someone traveling an hour each way for a 20 minute pump-and-dump... But if you're OK with that, say so... And BTW - ScotsFan71 - welcome to Breeding Zone! And a very belated welcome to Eldez123 as well...

It started out when I saw a friend of mine online. It's a very sexy transexual that I have been with on occassion. She invited me to a new years party tomorrow - 8 or so hot T-girls and 10 to 12 of their admirers. She has a hot tub in her house, I bet it will be crazy. Don't know if I can make it though. So we got to talking. Usually when we are together I rim her out really good, fingering her incredibly tight hole. I also go down on her. And it usually ends with me pounding her hard from behind and cumming deep inside. She loves that. She has fucked me once with a condom. The last time we got together she couldn't stay hard with it on and it didn't happen. So today after she told me how much she wanted my cum inside her, I decided to let her know that it was exactly what I wanted too. To take turns fucking each other and I wanted to feel her shoot her cum into me. Needless to say I was rock hard. She had an appointment or I would have gone straight over there. If I make it to the party, I will be sure to share. Well, now I was hard as a rock and itching to get fucked. It's been a while. So I did some internet cruising. And came across a really hot guy that fucked me once before. He has a nice thick cock. I asked him what he was up to. Answered, nothing just really horny. BINGO. I told him I could be right over... 20 minutes later and I was at his door. He answered wearing a tight tshirt and a jock. Totally hot. As always he has his computer set up on his dresser with some of the raunchiest bareback porn running. We are all over each other right away. His tongue deep in my throat and my hands all over his body. We fall onto the bed together and he works me out of my clothes until I am just in my boxers. I move my face over his crotch and smell his incredible sent in the jock. Rubbing my face all over his cock feeling him get hard. I take it out, I have to taste it. He already has a cock ring on, totally hot. He has just showered and I love licking all over that thick shaft. He is about 6.5 inches long but really thick. While I am sucking him and getting him ready, he slides a hand down my shorts over my ass. I love to have my hole played with. He tells me how much he has been looking forward to fucking me again. I can't take it. I lick my way back up his body to his neck and whisper that I want him to fuck me nice and deep, I need to feel that beautiful cock inside me. He pushes me face down so that my ass is sticking up for him and he plays with my cheeks. Rubbing them, spanking me, spreading them and teasing my hole. He slides the boxes down slowly just below my ass and then does the most amazing rim job. His tongue going all over and sliding into my hole. I am squirming and he knows I am his little bitch in heat. He pulls back and I can hear him pop open the bottle of lube. Then I feel two fingers slide into me. I am going crazy with lust at this point. He is also coating that fat cock of his. He slaps my ass and tells me "higher". I lift it for him. He's a talker which is also fucking hot. Telling me things like, "oh this ass needs to get fucked, huh?", "need to feel this hard cock inside you", "dam this is a hot fucking ass". I am delerious. He offers me a whiff of poppers which I take. On our first meeting we both discussed that we were negative and it was understood that I would take his cock raw. Then I feel that spongy head push against my ring. Nudging in and testing for resistance. To help him along, and because I have already had a dildo up there today, I push back and feel the head slip in. I love that feeling when you first get that cock entering you. I moan and wiggle my ass for him. He knows I need it but takes it slow. We aren't in a hurry and he wants this to last as long as I do. Slowly I feel that cock stretching me as he pushes deeper. I love it. Finally he bottoms out and I feel his balls against my ass. After a couple secondes he slides almost all the way out, then just as slowly all the way back in. I'm ready and begging him to fuck me hard. With that he grabs my hips and starts power fucking me. I am moaning non-stop. He goes on to fuck me like this for a long time. Then I feel his chest on my back pushing me flat on the bed. He's grinding his hips into me telling me how much he loves my tight ass. His breath on my neck is driving me nuts. He moves me in different positions all over the bed. We are soaked. I can look up and see a guy on the screen taking a load from a really huge cock. Behind that I could see us in the mirror. His body on top of mine, continuously thrusting into me. And I am happy. My insides being rearranged by this awesome man's cock. His breathing is getting harder. I know he is going to cum any second, and so am I. I beg him to cum for me, to give my that hot load deep in my ass, breed me please!!! That does it, he pounds into me deep and I feel his cock explode hot lava cum in my ass, his cock throbbing as it continues to shoot and he holds it there. Then as the throbbing slows he starts fucking it deep into me. My ass is soaked with his cum and he reaches around me to fist my cock. That's it, I have an incredibly powerful orgasm and cum all over his sheets. Now his chest is pressed against my back as we come down from the sexual high. Him still inside me and not softening. It's fantastic, he can stay hard with that cock ring on for a long time and continues to grind it into me, making sure that his cum is not going anywhere anytime soon. Finally after what seems like forever, he pulls that cock out of me. I look at the cum on the head and lick it off before sharing it with him in a deep kiss. Wow, can that guy fuck!

Yup, BB is totally better... Welcome to Breeding Zone - I see that's you're first post.

Damn! Great first post. Welcome to Breeding Zone! We love cumholes like you...

Hey LoughRaw - I see that's your first post... Welcome to Breeding Zone. Hopefully you can find someone to christen the inside of your ass with a nice big load! Would be a great way to take dick for the first time. If you haven't been fucked yet, how old are you?

See a gay-friendly proctologist - you may need surgery. I have a tear down there that pretty much makes it impossible for me to enjoy being a bottom. The few times I've tried to bottom it hurts like shit and I bleed. If I ever wanted to bottom I'd need surgery.

PowerBottom64 - I see that's your first post. Thanks, and welcome to Breeding Zone!

Same here.

Describes me perfectly... I'm really quiet when I fuck.

I headed out to the Baths around 3 pm Saturday. I was surprised to find it busy so early. As I walked to my room, I saw men in various stages of undress, and was happy to see quite a few younger guys—prime prey for older, diseased Fuckers like myself. I don't necessarily go for the Twinks. I like my men older and a lot sleazier than them. But it was cool seeing the kindergarten gender out and about—a lot of good lookin' chicken feed there--each a potential convert to the cause—or HIV. I checked out the Maze and watched 2 POZ dudes assail a Youth of 19 He was getting slammed in both ends. The scene evoked a pangs of jealousy. I wished I were him. But I'd been there hundreds of times, witness my semi-celebrity status as a survivor. I knew my POZ brothers would do a good job, turning the Boy into a Crazed Cum Slut who'd cum back again and again until he finally got AIDS. The sixtyish Top was mustached, a slender 5'9, with a 7" Cock. My other POZ Bud was in his fifties, 5'10", with an uncut 6-1/2. My mustached Pal gave me the high-sign—they were doing it bareback. They repeatedly fed the Kid Poppers, and he compliantly sniffed from the little brown bottle. I watched until my stached friend slapped Junior's Ass—a portent of what was to Cum. He moaned and splattered the Kid's guts with POZ Spooge. Greatest Spectator Sport in the world! Not to be out done, the Dude fuckin' the Kid's mouth shot down the Boy's throat. Unprepared for such a voluminous infusion, the inexperienced Teen began gagging. I prayed for any oral ulceration which might give the Virus a foothold, then headed for the john where I knew my Brothers would assemble to cleanse themselves of all traces of the Act. "How was he?" I inquired enviously. "Fuckin' Incredible, Man! The Kid's Ass was so soft and tight—an Ass to die for. Makes me wanna quit takin' Meds." I knew my Bud already took his Meds so erratically and sporadically, that he must have built up quite a resistance by then. As I headed back to the Maze to find a Twink of my own, the Kid scooted past toward the lobby and exit—as if he could escape the Seeds of Destruction bored into his Ass.

I went to the bath house in St. Louis and had one of the most prolific evenings of my life. I was in the steam room when I spotted a young Stud in the back corner, one leg upon the bench. I walked up behind him and rubbed his Butt, and he begged me to fuck him. I didn't even bother removing my 0-gauge PA (Prince Albert)*. My Dick is pretty average; but every time that Steel hit his Prostrate, he went wild. I obliged by dumping 2 Charged Loads up his Ass and let him shoot his Jizm down my throat. I'm such a cupcake—letting guys to do me like that. A Top who'd been watching me approached and inquired if I were POZ and into Gifting. "Yeah and usually," I replied. He relayed that his betrothed, quite the Tramp, was, at that very moment, was down in the Maze taking all Givers. He figured the only way to keep him faithful was to give him "the Gift" before someone else got to him first. "I love him very much," was his subterfuge. "I don't want to hurt him, just corral him in a bit." "Sure," I smirked. "I had a Lover like that once." "What happened to him?" "Died of AIDS." “Well, I guess, that’s a risk I’ll have to take.” Thinking I might as well make a game of such an onerous task, I invited him to lie face down, warning that I needed to loosen up that tight Ass of his. "Might sting a tad since you usually Top." "Let’s get it over with." I swabbed my mitt in KY Jelly (the only lube I had at hand). Before the shit could dry, I plowed my fist into his unsuspecting Ass. He clenched his teeth and bit down hard on the pillow as I began to twist within. With dispassionate disinterest I surveyed his torment, and concluded that (Surprise! Surprise!) I was enjoying myself. After all, he'd volunteered, and had much worse in store for the unsuspecting paramour he professed to love. As I'd hoped, my hand came out coated with his Shit and Blood. I raised my forearm and thrust my defiled fingers to his turgid Lips. "Now, you dirty Fucker, if you really want to POZ your Bud, lick it off. Lick it all off, and then I'll fuck you good." He did. After washing Shit and Blood from my Prick, I prowled the halls till 10 P.M. I found a hot young Twink, lying on his stomach, pretending to sleep. I rode his Ass for 20 minutes before he woke up and begged for my Cum. Before I shot I told him I had to know his age since I'm not into kids. He claimed he was 21, which I doubt. But if he'd lied it was okay—cause I'd lied too—about my Status. I really worked his Hole good with my 0-gauge PA. Back in my room I got fucked by 2 Fags who left my door wide open for all to see. The cunts were Lovers in their mid-thirties and also POZ. They tag-teamed my Hole while other horny Dudes came by to use my oral cavity as Sewer for their Piss and Cum. By the time I hit the parking lot I'd taken 5 loads up the Ass and 7 down my throat, including 2 of drunken Piss. I staggered out of there just after midnight; and when I exited the car, a big gray ring of Cum and Piss had permeated my briefs and sweats to drench the car seat .

I went to the baths Sunday morning to work out and meet with a Bottom who never showed up. I walked around after my workout, getting stiffer by the second, and passed a room with the door open. Three guys were screwing in there. The youngest was a major Pig Bottom with an Ass so sexy I was sure it must already be bursting with Cum. I stroked my Meat; and the guy nearest the door, the Pig's Lover, invited me in. The 3rd Dude, a Muscle Guy whom I’d POZZED the year before, was plowing the Bottom. I was in for some serious Butt Fucking. The good-looking Lover told me the Kid was a “major Cum Slut,” and was whoring him out. One stipulation: “Guys wearing CONDOMS need NOT apply”. The Muscle Guy pulled out, and I rammed my Meat up the Kid's Hole. The Kid roared in pain, but his Lover bellowed at him to shut up. He told me if the Kid continued ’making a scene’ to fuck the shit out of him. The Boy loaded up on Poppers till he turned red in the face, and I got to the brink and pulled out. I wanted to build up a truly lethal dose of POZ Jizm. I asked Lover Boy if the Kid were POZ or NEG. He didn't know and couldn’t have cared less. The little Whore just wanted Cum up his Ass. I told the Punk I was going to flood his SHITTER with POZ SPOOGE. The Boy squirmed maniacally, trying to push me off; but his Lover thwarted his efforts, pressing his knees to his chest, urging me to POZ FUCK the little Cunt. After I shot, Muscle Dude shoved his Cock in the Kid's Hole, and with my Load for Lube, POZ FUCKED the Kid too. My Bud hadn’t let on that he was POZ, but later admitted that all that POZ talk had gotten him horny as hell. We bred the Kid several times. For good measure, I screwed Muscle Dude, too, then returned to my room for a nap.

I was horny as hell when I got to my room and spied just what my aching Balls needed—a Nude on his bunk, Ass in the air, no Condoms in sight—the perfect portent to what I hoped would be a heady night of breeding. I tore off my clothes and rushed over buck naked. The guy stirred when I slapped his round Bubble Butt with my Dick. As my eyes adjusted, I noticed what the dim incandescents had concealed—a steady stream of Jizm dripping from his Hole to the mattress. Sweet Jesus! What a sight for sore eyes! Late 20s, maybe 30, 5-10,160 pounds, Latino, with a nice face and full lips. The guy started to rise, but I pushed him back down on his belly. The sight and smell of all that Cum aroused me, and I wanted to make love to his Pussy before I spewed my Toxin up his Cunt. I felched a huge Load and savored it. I wanted to leave plenty to lube my Fuck Stick, but the musky taste of Man Juice overwhelmed me. I slurped another Load, flipped him over, and fed him a juicy glob of Jizm. He sucked it like a Greedy Little Pig, and we swapped stale Seed back and forth with hot, nasty Kisses. "Damn, Fucker, YOUR HOLE IS SWEET! How many Loads you got up there?" "10 or 12, I suppose. Kinda lost track. Not countin' the black bastard who shot in me twice—Humungous Dick!—the nervous-norvous of a Married Dude who pulled out as he was cumin', an' the KS Dalmatian who spooged while he was soft. Some days ya gotta take on all Cummers. Some days ya can't get enough. Understand?" Equinanomous on the outside, my Dick throbbed with Lust. I was so aroused that I didn't know what to do first with the fuckin' Bitch Boy. I fingered-fucked his Asshole—still amazingly tight—and withdrew another wad of creamy Spooge. He sucked my finger dry, and we shared another slimy Kiss. God, could he make Love! Although we were the same height, I had 30 pounds on him, so I pinned him like a Tiger does his Prey. I usually don't care if my Anonymous Fucks get off or not, but I had an inkling he was my kind of Whore—that when I slid my Diseased Fuck Stick up his Slimy Pussy I’d satiate us both. His hungry Lips clamped on my Pecs; and like a starved baby, he suckled my Nips. "Oh, Fuck Yeah! Daddy's gonna breed your Bitch Cunt! You're gonna get my first Load of the night, Boy; and it's gonna be FUCKIN’ SICK! I'm gonna fill your fuckin' Pussy with Jizm and a whole lot more!" "Fuck me, Daddy, please! I've been waiting all day for someone like you to make love to me! I need it real bad!" “FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!” The way the Fucker carried on sent shivers up my spine. It was one of those truly rare encounters—when you find another Sex-Starved Pig who truly shares your Passion, not just your Lust. I wanted to make love to that Boy instead of just another Doggie-Style Fuck. I locked eyes with him and drew his legs up to my shoulders. I took a hit of Jungle Juice and aligned my Tool with his still drooling Cunt. His Cunt was so wet that my fat Meat slipped in with ease. He let out a huge sigh which I quickly muffled with my dirty words. My Dick gleamed with fagged-out Spooge exuding from his hairy Twat. The ripe smell of Jizm mixed with sweat and Poppers deluged me. I fucked like a dead man screwin' his last piece of Meat, interspersing curses of "You Fuckin’ CumSlut!" with affirmations of love. He pleaded for me to breed him as he slurped the sweat dripping off my abs and fed it back to me in wet kisses. Every time he pushed up to meet my thrusts, I smelled seeping Jizm. My only regret was my fuse had already been lit, and I knew I would soon explode. "OH FUCK, YEAH, BABY! DADDY'S GONNA BREED YOUR PUSSY! YOU WANT IT BAD, DONCHA BABY? OH FUCK, YEAH! “Y--E--A--H--H--H--H!" I almost blacked out as I gripped the Boy and slammed hard with my hips. Wave after wave of Poz Juice gushed from my Balls, inundating his Ass Walls with Poison. After a few seconds I collapsed on him, held him tight, and used my Rod to trap the Spooge in his Hole. I whispered how much Daddy loved his sweet Mancunt. We kissed and made out while my Bug Strain penetrated deep in his Being. After 10 minutes I pulled out. His Pussy Lips had stayed tight; but I wanted to savor his Seed one more time. I asked him to squeeze out a few precious drops Greedily I felched them and fed them past his Lips. I needed to shower, clear my head, and recharge my Balls for another Young Man. He smiled and we kissed goodbye.

One night I decided to check out this Tearoom. It's relatively safe and you get a good mix there from hot Teenyboppers to sleazy Old Trolls—a hodgepodge that guarantees just about anything can happen and usually does. At first I thought no one was there till I spied pair of hairy legs. I sat down in the adjoining stall and glanced through the peephole. Pressed jeans and Jockeys lay crumbled on the tile floor around a pair of well developed calves. A minute later a youthful hand beckoned beneath the wall. I had no idea what the Faggot had in mind, but was inclined to let the Dude do what he would--till the Guard walked in. “Closing time!” I exited the stall as he switched off the light. It was dark as hell. You can imagine my surprise when an arm went round my waist and a hand groped my crotch. I jumped. The guy in the can? Just as I decided to let him play, the Watchman reappeared . “Out now!” Outside I found myself alone so I trudged off to the Bus Stop. This Teenybopper came in and sat down beside me. The Fucker from the Stall? The Dude was drunk as hell. "Hi." "Hi" back. He smiled in that stupid boyish way. “Guess how old I am.” “Sixteen.” "Nah, you're wrong! Everyone thinks that since I cut my hair. I get soooooo mad when guys think I'm that young. I'm 18." "Uh huh." "Whatcha doing?". “Waitin’ for a bus.” "Me, too. I’m drunk." "I gathered." The Kid leaned in closer. I was about to leave and wait somewhere else when he announced he’d do anything for money. His candor took me by surprise. He hankered to become the Kept Boy of some Sugar Daddy—who‘d pamper him and keep him in the latest shit. I couldn’t help but laugh. "What's funny?" "You're barkin' up the wrong tree, Sonny. Why do you think I’m waitin’ here instead of driving myself home?" " I still like you. Can we go somewhere?" "There’s a park a half mile down." As we strolled along (I strolled; he stumbled, more or less) I got a better look at him. Hot in that street-like grunged-up way—tousled dark hair, brown eyes, smooth skin, 5'8" and slim. The thing I noticed most about him was that he was soused—absolutely reeked of alcohol. He rambled on about his life. He lived with an alcoholic Uncle who’d introduced him to Gay Sex. They’d had a torrid love affair till Uncky took to pimping him. I wasn't sure how much was true and how much, crap; but I listened all the same. I was only a few years older than he, but I guess he saw me as the Big Brother type. He jabbered on about how he'd love to be a Rich Man's Whore and how he'd do anything for pay. I assured him that there were a lot of needy guys out there who'd gladly pay for play. He asked me what kind of things he’d have to do? "Pretty much the usual--suck Cock and spread your Cheeks." That turned him on. I pictured him all boozed up at the Baths. Man! He'd be dripping POZ CUM in no time. The older Dudes would juice his Innards big-time with their Slimy Loads. The Kid wouldn't even know what hit him. Still, the Baths were out of the question as I had only a few dollars in my pocket; but the Kid had possibilities. “I know a place where we can go if you want to get it off.” I told him to be forewarned—of guys who practiced "Unsafe Sex." That didn’t faze him, but he beamed so much I thought, “Why not?" He wants it. It's not my fault that he's gotten soused.” I felt a fleeting pang of guilt. “You sure you wanna do this?” He reaffirmed his eagerness, but freaked out at something in the bushes. "Try not to be so obvious ‘bout bein’ drunk and all. This park is rife with scum. You never know what kind of Slime you’ll cum across--besides the Slime you want to meat. Just hang with me and you’ll be OK.” We made our way to the Men's Room. The lights were out and there was a young guy sucking an older Dude at the urinal. The Sucker looked serene as he worked his lips over the Senior's Dick. I recognized the Suckee as a compatriot of mine—his first outing since a bout with PCP PNEUMONIA. He'd bragged about the Punks he’d POZZED. The Kid looked mesmerized. AIDS DAD beckoned for my Boy to join the fun, but the Kid turned and ran. I followed. "What's wrong?" “I'm tired of suckin'. I wanna fuck.” We walked into the female john and watched two Trolls humpin'. A bunch of dudes lurked in the shadows. I recognized another POZ Bud and some bareback regulars. “More to your liking?” "S’okay," he muttered noncommittally. The guys were ogling him and closing in for the kill. I just stood back and let Nature take its course. The POZ Dude came up behind him, reached around, unzipped his jeans and pulled down his trou. Another shoved Poppers beneath his nose, exhorting him to inhale 'deep and often.' A third knelt to suck his Cock while the POZ Dude (who was old enough to be his fabled Sugar Dad) spat on his fingers and shoved them up his Virgin Ass. I went outside to wait as epithets of Gay concupiscence wafted through the stale night air. AIDS DAD rounded the building fast as his skinny limbs would carry him. He undoubtedly would want a piece of the Boy, too; and he was welcome to him. It was close to 2 AM when the Kid finally stumbled out, and it wasn’t just Booze inhibiting his mobility. He walked kinda funny like he had a Stick up his Ass. I wondered how much Cock the Boy had taken, but decided it was too impolitic to ask. He sat down on the grass complaining how badly his Butt hurt. I nodded sympathetically. He wiped his mouth which gleamed of Spooge. His forehead, cheeks, and chin glimmered ghostly white with Gay POZ Creme. I knew he’d taken Mega Doses and prayed the Bug was careening his hormone-ravaged veins. I helped him up and we headed back to the main thoroughfare—a taxing hike for one who’d been so wantonly abused. Through conversation I tried to distract him from his ills, but his mind was too far gone. I felt a smidgen of guilt until I rationalized that, young as he was, he'd be fit as a fiddle in a day or two and would learn to live with HIV. And with his predilection for rough trade, he’d end up a proliferant Gift Giver. I spotted a cab, and that's how I left him—gingerly parking his torn Butt on the clammy vinyl seat. It was a nice night, and I decided to walk home.

After dumping POZ Loads in 3 Dudes, I went down to the Maze while working up a Load to CHARGE the NEXT PIG with. That's where I saw him—an instant turn-on. It was his salt-and-pepper hair and abundant body fur that whet my whistle. I wasn't looking for a Fuck, but for the chemistry was ripe between us. I cornered him and locked my Lips on his right Nip. He drew my mouth to his, and rammed his hot tongue down my throat. We dropped our towels and went at it like dogs. I wedged my tongue into his armpit and slurped his ripe and juicy sweat. He went down on me while I stretched to finger his tight Muscle Hole. We drew a crowd as we pawed each other—kissing, licking, pounding, biting—like two fuckin’ Cunts. I invited him up. I almost never take guys to my room, because it's where I go to chill out between Fucks; but I was totally taken with the guy. I might just fuck this Muscle Dad. As soon as the door closed behind us, the tables turned. The Fucker was all over me, pushing me to the bed and jumping on me like some 500 pound gorilla. Actually, he only had about 10 pounds over me, but he used his girth to full advantage. Not that I resisted—the Fucker was on fire. His passion, overwhelmed me. He bit my neck, shoulder and pecs, leaving crimson hickeys on my bod. I did the same to him, clawing at his back as he gripped me like a Sumo wrestler. The room was hot and sweat rolled off us. He wrapped his arms around me like a Boa Constrictor, gagging me with his hot tongue. I thought I'd shoot my Wad right then. In the Haze of Lust I didn't even realize what happening as he forced my legs apart. The Stud was gonna fuck me! That wasn't what I’d planned, but I was primed for anything. He yanked me to his shoulders, spit on his Shaft, and pressed his turgid Cock to against my Cunt. I took a hit of Jungle Juice to steel myself against the searing pain I knew was cuming. OMG, IT WAS EXCRUCIATING! My unfucked Mancunt had tightened up. He used his strength and body weight to thrust his Manhood deep inside of me. I tried to relax, but felt him tearing up my Guts. He raised his hips, compressed my legs against my chest, and drove straight into my bowels. Dizzy with Poppers, I cried aloud. He was crazed with Lust, and fucked with such a frenzy that I knew, had I protested, he would have RAPED ME. I know—I’m like that, too. The only difference was I was the Bottom. "You want my Pussy, Dude? Just fuck me!. Shoot your Load in me!." "Yeah, Stud, I'm gonna fuck yer Mancunt good! My Balls are bustin' up with Spooge—got "Faggot" spelt all over it! "Is it POZ Jizm, Bud?” "Fuck, yeah, I'm POZ. Wadya think? I'm some stupid fuckin' NEG? Got Dirty Jizz for you. Nothin' but the highest Viral Load , the most drug resistant Strain. Sound good? I'll bet it does. Cunts like you crave the Death Fuck, doncha, Babe? You’re hooked on Toxic Spooge. And I'll betcha wanna take some Faggots with you when you go. Well, same with me, Pal. And I'm startin’ off with YOU!" He plowed me voraciously, as I clawed his back and yanked his hips against me to make sure I got every drop of Venom from his Balls. "Fuck, yeah, Stud! Breed me! Give me your Poison. I want it ALL." In a blur the Daddy flipped me over and drew up my knees, pummeling my Butt. He pinned my wrists, and I felt his Cock mushroom as his pace accelerated and his breathing transmogrified to pants. In the mirror I watched the Pervert rape me, his muscles straining as he ravaged me; and I struggled to return his Thrusts. He bit my neck as I cursed and whined and whimpered like a fuckin’ Wimp. "Goddamn, Fucker, here it Cums! Fuck! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Take that Fuckin’ Nasty Bug! I'm breeding your goddamn Pussy—NOW!!!! Uhhhhhhhh! Oh, Yeahhhh!" I felt his Shaft explode as torrents of NOXIOUS JIZZ flowed past my shredded Mancunt into my Blood. He let go of my wrists and locked his arms around me, biting as he went. Exhausted, I went limp. He collapsed on top of me. Moments later he drifted off—trapping me beneath him, his Seed fermenting in my Ass.

It happened Wednesday in a bathhouse in L.A. I was feeling majorly horny, so I gulped down two Viagra tabs and waited. After an encounter with two Top Sluts in their room, it was non-stop breeding. I really got plowed in the Sling Room where a group of anonymous Brothers queued up to shoot up my Ass—so much so that the last Top got smothered in more Spooge than he ejaculated. Three hours and a dozen Loads later, Cum ran down my leg. When I returned to my room after showering I realized how much my poorly ventilated cubicle reeked of Piss and Cum—the intoxicating aroma of Mansex infused into the cum-stained infrastructure by a thousand Faggot tenants. When I got home I got online and found a precocious Youth with whom to further sodomize my Manhood. Because the Cum in me had homogenized with my Butt Juices, the Loads the Youth felched out of my Ass were definitely rank. To this I can testify because he fed them back to me in multiple kisses. Once again the atmosphere grew charged with the unmistakable fragrance of POZ Cum. Later that night I hunkered down and squeezed the raunchy Jizm out of my Butt Hole. What puddled on the tile was a pancake of viscous yellow Slime. I thrust out my tongue and licked that foul, polluted pool of Male Excretion off the floor. Thinned by the heat of my mouth, the coagulated Goop flowed readily down my throat.

It was the weekend and I was craving some hot, messy Spooge. I don't know what it is about me, but having my Mancunt shot full of Jizm is programmed into my system. I can't go too long without suffering from Cum Deprivation. In my opinion, a Fuckhole, male or female, exists primarily for the purpose of getting spunked and getting bred (i.e, POZZED). There's nothing hotter than a guy with POZ Spooge oozing out of his hot slimy Hole. Online I got hit on by a couple guys whom I invited over. The first was a 22 year old Hispanic, about 5'10" with shaved balls and a nice thick 6 inches. In seconds, my little Cholo had his Dick up my Ass, fucking the Shit outta me. Those HIV Meds will do it to ya every time. My Butt started making those squishy sounds—a sure sign that I was getting bred bad. Whispering in my ear, the Youngster rasped in his heavy Latin accent, "You like that, doncha?" I could only grunt my approval. The dude nailed me every which way--on my back with my legs twisted over my head—and on my knees as his fingers scratched and milked my Nips while I, my lips pressed to my cell, gave directions to Top#2. When it seemed like I could take it no longer, the nasty Fucker grabbed my Dildo and, pressing it and his Dick against my Pucker, simultaneously plunged both into me. Beaten senseless by the assault, I didn't know whether I wanted him to continue till I heard myself bellow, "Fuck me harder! Cum up my Ass!" The air was rife with our man smells--our sweat, the juice from my Ass, and the Spunk from his Cock, all intermingled in a heady, intoxicating aroma that pervaded the room. There was no escaping the pervasive odour of promiscuous Mansex. He tore the Dildo out of my Ass, pulled me to my knees, and fucked me like there was no tomorrow, before spunking my Hole with a beautiful warm, gushing flood of Death Seed. I could not move, because his arms were wrapped tightly about me; but I did manage to grind my buttocks against his pelvis to ensure we remained one in the same. I live for the joy of taking Jizz up the Ass and wanted him aware of my gratitude for the Gift and how much I appreciated his contribution. I was likewise aware that his beautiful Fuckstick had been indirectly exposed to hundreds of Loads from my previous Lovers, and all the risks (e.g., HIV, Clap, the Syph, and Hep that went with them. It blew my mind that he was only 22 and so horned up that he was willing to do a Cumslut like me—who opens up for any Fag who wants to fuck him. When he said I looked younger than my years, I wasn't sure if he meant he liked 'em boyish (which I am) or innocent (which I most definitely am not). What he didn't know was that this "boy" (who goes out of his way to avoid getting tested) regularly takes 2 or 3 loads a night and 10 to 20 on weekends. We lay united for a while, and a few minutes later, he shot again—that time Hot Gold—his Piss soaking my Cunt and my Guts. It was all there—his Piss and Cum and my Ass Juices—swirling and churning in a brownish Toxic Blend in my convulsing Mancunt. I imagined this Toxic Brew siphoning back through his Piss Slit, winding down through his urethra, squeezing through microscopic tears in his capillaries, and burrowing into his T's, where it could fester--later to devastate his mind and body. He left in an hour. I had two other piggy visitors that night, each of whom marked his territory in my Pussy. Such is the way of true love.

Eric — On the H.S. Swim Team, somewhat of a Wuss Tim — His Rebellious Pal on the Baseball Team Steve — Gay with an Affinity for Violence It started as a prank. Tim and Eric were high school buds, just turned 18, who pulled progressively ludicrous pranks on one another. First Eric taped a "Hit Me" sign on Timmy's back, who was slapped silly by his classmates. So Tim mixed red dye in Eric’s shampoo. His blonde hair turned orange in the gym shower. They all got a chuckle out of that. Tim thought it would be cool to advertise his buddy on a gay chat room. The ad read "I wanna be used as a Boy Slut! Cum Fuck Me! I need it bad!" He included Eric’s stats, email address and cell number. Eric spent the next couple days replying to emails and phone calls, explaining he wasn't gay. He was pissed, and vowed to get even with Tim for all the trouble. One Friday he hid his friend's clothes and car keys during baseball practice and Tim had to walk three miles home in uniform. To top it off, it rained. After that, they mutually agreed to forgo further pranks. Better to stop before irreparable hard feelings came between them. They went out on a double date a few nights later. They were two of the hottest guys in school and never lacked for company. Eric was a swimmer—blonde, blue-eyed, slim, and muscled. Tim played baseball and had a killer butt—brown hair, green eyes and a great bod. That Friday they were somewhat tired, so instead of trying to get laid, they decided to get wasted. They dropped the girls off at their houses and went to Eric's. His parents were away. A friend at the local gas station scored them some beers. A hour later, they were sitting on the couch, watching TV, when Eric's cell rang. "Yeah?" he answered. "Is this the Boyslut? I’m willing to fulfill your needs." "Crap! Listen, you stupid faggot, it was all a prank, so go fuck off!" "Just watch your language, Junior. Don't fuck with me." "Go screw yourself!" Eric hung up and turned off the phone. Tim giggled. "Geez, Tim, that was rotten of you. I’ll have to change my number." "Yeah, that was stupid. No more pranks, OK?" The boys were well on their way to getting soused, when the door bell rang. Wobbling to the door, Eric opened it. A mustached dude, in leather jacket, jeans, and cap stood on the porch. "Can I help you?" "This Eric Lawson's house?" "Yeah." "You Eric?" "Yeah." The intruder backhanded Eric and sent him sprawling to the floor. Before Eric could stand up, the stranger pulled him to his feet. "Listen, Punk, I’m the one ya called a ‘Stupid Fag’." "Bu... bu... but. how did you find me?" The man twisted his arm and Eric shrieked in pain. "Unimportant. I want an apology." The man, Steve, smelled beer on Eric’s breath and realized the young jock was close to drunk. He pushed Eric to his knees, but then heard footsteps. He pulled out his gun. Tim ran in to see what the commotion was. He saw Eric kneeling on the floor, a big guy with a gun standing over him. "Who are you?" asked a frightened Tim. " You got it wrong, kid. Who are you?" "I'm Tim." "Eric's brother?" "No. A friend." Steve realized Tim was also drunk and figured they were home alone. This was better than he’d expected. He worked construction, and had the build to prove it—tall and strong—mid 30’s. He was gay, but in the closet to all of his friends. He used the internet to hook up and frequented local gay haunts. And, Steve was the type of guy for whom, if he didn’t find a willing mouth, an unwilling one would do as well. The first had been a hitchhiker. Steve had been horny as hell after spending hours in the park alone. He saw the young guy jogging toward him, thumb in the air. A quick look at his legs and butt made him swerve off the road. Once the jogger was in the car, Steve made his move, but was promptly rejected, so Steve turned down a deserted road, punched the half-nude jogger into submission, and raped his ass. He spent a couple of sleepless nights worrying about the cops, but finally concluded the breeder had been too humiliated to report anything. He wondered if the guy were still neg since Steve had been diagnosed POZ a year earlier. The second time was equally unplanned. He’d been drinking at a gay bar when a Pretty Boy, a twink, came into the bar. The uppity twink eyed the other patrons as if none of them deserved to breath. Truth was, no one there could hold a candle to the twink, who nevertheless should have been more polite. Steve was mellowed out that night, so he ignored the twink until the later made the mistake of approaching Steve. The arrogant SOB eyed him disdainfully then walked away. Naturally that pissed-off Steve, so when the twink left the bar, Steve followed him. When the twink opened the door to his apartment, Steve overpowered him. Punching and slapping Mr. High-Falutin’, he dragged him to the bedroom, ripped off his clothes, and gagged him. The twink was probably was usually a top - his ass was extremely tight. Steve licked the twink's tears from his cheeks and whispered in his ear that he was too hot for his own good. Steve spermed AIDS jizz up the twink's ass and went into his kitchen to get a drink, while the twink sobbed on the bed. Still horny, Steve fucked the twink a second time. The blood on his dick told him the twink had gotten what he deserved. Taking the twink's briefs as a souvenir, Steve dressed and left. He still beat off in them from time to time. Steve mulled over what to do with these two queers. His day had been a bad one. He’d screwed up at work and was almost fired. When he got to his car, his tire was flat. He’d looked over the boards he’d always used. Though it had been published a week before, Eric’s (or rather Tim’s) ad excited him The author described himself as 18, 5'10”, blonde hair, blue eyes, swimmer’s build, and anxious to get laid. But Eric had been extremely rude. Steve was sensitive about being called a “Fag” so he decided to scare the shit out of the Punk. He would pistol-whip the cunt, then head-out to his favorite cruising spot. Using a “Find Anyone, Anywhere” service he subscribed to, he got Eric’s address and headed out. When he found the two teens alone and drunk, he realized how blessed he was. Since they were drinking openly, he figured the parents wouldn't be home that night. Tim conjectured Steve was a thief. Eric, for his part, was sobbing on his knees. He was a jock and popular, but kind of a wuss. Between sobs Eric blubbered, "He's the guy I hung up on and called—a name." “Listen, Mister, I’m the one who wrote that ad.” “Yer the queer? You ain’t got blonde hair.” “We’re not queer. We’re both straight. We were out on a date—with girls—tonight. It was just a joke. A trick I played on my buddy.” "Don’t matter none. Yer boyfriend here called me a ‘Fag.’ An’ I want an apology.” Turning to Eric, Steve said "Now kiss my ass, you fuckin’ fairy!" "Leave him alone!" Tim lunged at Steve. He figured that, with Eric’s help, they could subdue the dude before he fired, but Steve caught him squarely on the jaw. Tim went down. Eric screamed! Steve fired at a crystal vase, shattering it into a thousand pieces. Eric fell silent as he realized the gun might next discharge at him. "Don’t make me shoot ya!" Eric was crying openly and knelt over his friend. "Is he dead?" "I hardly think so." "Please, sir. I’m sorry. Don't hurt us anymore." "Sorry don’t cut it, sonny. Ya gotta pay." "My money’s in my room." "I’m not into thievin’." "What do you want?" "I wanted you to apologize, but I've changed my mind. I want you to suck me off." “I think I’ll just apologize." “Too late. Hit your knees, cocksucker.” "I can’t suck you! We told you. We’re not fags!" "Either that or the crisco-treatment.” Realizing his prerogatives were limited, and anxious not to aggravate the seemingly unstable intruder any further, a resigned Eric quickly decided it was better to give a blow-job than it was to run the risk of being shot, so he nodded his assent. "First we gotta do somethin’ ‘bout that friend a yers. Don't want him interferin’ none." Eric led Steve to the garage where they found some ropes. They went back to the dining room where Tim lay moaning. He had Eric bind Tim's wrists and swab his bleeding lips. Now—take off his jeans and sneakers." "Why?" "So he don’t fuckin' run out on us, you stupid fuck!" Eric removed Tim's jeans. A delighted Steve smiled to the see Tim's muscled legs and tightly packed-Speedo (a vestige of the double-date that night). Steve was having second thoughts about letting the boys off quite so easily. An’ the Speedo." Remembering the vase, Eric pulled off Tim’s Speedo, exposing his buddy's shriveled dick and balls. Obeying Steve's unspoken order, Eric planted the Speedo squarely in Steve’s outstretched hand. The man’s cock twitched as he stuffed them in his pocket. He knew he’d be jerking off in them. "Now strip for me." Eric gulped, unbuckling his belt. He slid down his jeans. He was wearing the same bikini briefs he had put on for the double-date. Steve whistled. Eric blushed. He finished taking off his jeans and sneakers, hoping against hope that there would be no further order. Not so. "Hand me the bikinis, dick-wad." Grudgingly Eric handed them to Stevie, who held them over his nose and inhaled deeply of teen sweat and musk. "Cum over here." A petrified Eric stepped next to Steve who pinched the Eric's pink nips. Eric tried to suppress a moan, but his cock began to twitch. Steve held the gun in one hand, and, with the other, fondled Eric's body. Almost on autopilot his fingers crept up the crevice of the Eric’s ass, nudging the teenager's hairless pucker. Eric trembled while the man held him tight and licked his neck; but when he tried to pull away, he felt the cold gun barrel in his ass crack. "I don’t want to hurt you, Baby," Steve whispered almost apologetically as he tongue-fucked Eric's ear. Eric let out a involuntary moan as waves of arousal and repulsion coursed through his groin. Steve was wholly turned on by the squirming kid. Steve passionately he kissed Eric, who, totally off guard, did not resist. Steve’s tongue freely roamed the Eric's mouth, inhaling the stale stench of beer. Contemptuously he pushed Eric to his knees and pulled him to his crotch. "Unzip my pants. Take out my cock." Reluctantly Eric unbuckled the man's belt. Stevie took off his jacket and tossed it on the carpet, while the Eric fumbled with his zipper. Steve wasn’t wearing any underwear, and the man's erect cock sprang out, striking Eric in the face. Intrigued, the young man scrutinized the large rod. Feeling nauseous, he was revolted, yet curious. He had never personally considered sucking cock, but now that his choices were limited, he wondered briefly what the bitches felt, and why they were so reticent to suck. He didn't have much time to contemplate the matter because the order came in quick sequence "Suck It!" The command echoed through his brain. Was he really going to do this? The room spun until Steve struck his lips with his big shaft again and roused him from his reverie. Teary-eyed, Eric implored the man. "Mister, I’ve never…." "Lick it all over." Reluctantly Eric took the large pole in his mouth. How hot it felt! Much hotter than his own! It was weird sucking another man's dick; but he told himself it was just the same as his own. He licked the head, precum covered his tongue. He wanted to gag, but he had to admit it tasted sweet and none too bad. He gulped and swallowed. On the floor, Tim was coming round. His jaw ached, and his lips hurt like hell. It took him a while to get his bearings. He wondered if the big man were gone. The house was quiet—except for a slurping sound. He tried to touch his lips but found he was bound. H e made out two fuzzy images. Focusing, he was stunned to see his best friend sucking on stranger’s cock. In addition, Eric was naked and aroused. "That's it, boy, Suck it good!" Steve had a dilemma—whether shoot down the kid’s throat or go for the gold. "Eric?" Steve’s cock slipped out of his mouth as Eric turned to observe his injured pal. Steve grabbed his hair and pulled him back. "Suck it, pretty boy. I’ll tell ya when to stop" and to Tim Steve said "Glad ya decided to join us, Beautiful. Thought you were out for good." "Why are you making him do that?" "I’m not makin’ him do anything. Look at him—lappin’ up my cream like he’s done it all his life—or wanted to. Don’t ya get it, Pal? Yer friend’s a fag!" Eric tried to pull off, but Steve grabbed his head and fucked his mouth. "I’ll tell ya when to stop, cunt face.” Tim hissed “You’ll pay for this, you S.O.B.! The cops are gonna bust your ass." Steve was not at a loss for words: "Yeah, but be sure to tell ‘em ‘bout the ad an’ how ya played along. You won’t have to tell yer friends at school a thing. You know the rumor mill. An’ goodness, what will yer parents think? That they raised two fags? I’m sure everyone will understand.” The two teenagers looked at the Steve apprehensively. "Eric, baby—time to suck your bud." "WHAT?!" both friends exclaimed. Steve picked up the gun again. Obediently Eric knelt between Tim's legs, licked Tim's shriveled dick. Tim may have grimaced and grunted, but a mouth-is-a-mouth, and soon his cock stood up. " From now on, you two faggots’ll be sixty-nine-in’ day and night! I know." "Fuck you to hell" was Tim's reply, but his cock did not soften, even when Steve said "Come to think of it, I'd rather fuck Eric here. Such a sweet ass! Now Eric-boy, blow Timmy like ya mean it. Show him ya love him.” Hoping to buy time, Eric bobbed up and down inexpertly on Tim's cock, only to realize that Steve was kneeling behind him, had pulled his cheeks apart, and was appraising his hole. Although Eric couldn't know it, the hole was pink, tight and hairless. "Boy, I think I’m gonna give your pucker what it deserves." "Don't hurt me, sir!" Steve slapped Eric on the butt. "Never say no to me, Boy. I’m gonna fuck that ass of yours—or fist ya. Got any crisco? No? Well, in that case, fistin’ might sting a bit. But you can handle my fist. I can tell." Eric knew there was no way out, so he started sucking as he supposed a real faggot might—anything to appease the intruder. Tim felt his balls shrivel, as pre-cum boiled from his dickhead. Eric felt betrayed that his pal was getting off, but Tim’s arousal only inspired Steve more. Steve began kissing and biting Eric's Mancunt. The Kid squirmed, and Stevie knew he was turned on. Encouraged, he worked his tongue up Eric’s Manhole. In response the Teen sucked Timmy harder. Steve added a finger to the mix. "Damn, you taste good, Shithead! Problem is, yer just too tight! I’m gonna have ta stretch you out a bit.” Steve spat on his Shaft and Eric’s Cunt. He knew that wasn’t lube enough, and he wished he had the Poppers in the car. Undeterred, he pushed on in. Actually Steve had a secondary agenda. He’d become convinced, given the ease with which Eric had acceded to his demands, that the Boy was Gay, and was determined to bring his inclinations to the fore. Eric, for his part, clenched his tight Pussy, but his resistance was no match for Steve’s strength and prowess. He screamed when the Steve’s Dickhead popped in. It felt like one of Timmy’s ball bats up his Ass. Steve quickly muffled the Boy’s screams with his big fist, and, pulling the debauched Youth to him, plowed on in. Tim saw the pain on Eric's face—eyes bugging out, cheeks blushed and flushed, as tears meandered down the crevices of his contorted face. Steve impaled him all way. The debased Youth lay on top of Timmy, their genitals in touch. The Boys, soaked with sweat and tears, were pummeled savagely by the undulating Faggot. Tim kept telling Eric it was OK, who, beside himself with pain, sought ANY distraction, and was face to face with Timmy. So he kissed Timmy’s blood-caked lips—anything to alleviate the soreness in his Rectum! For his part Timmy knew was that he mustn’t reject his Pal—not in that crisis! Wantonly Steve pulled out of Eric’s grievously abraded Flesh and plowed back in. His onslaught mashed their Dicks together; and, despite themselves, they grew erect. The grunts of the three males filled the room. Eric's Prostrate was stimulated by Stevie. The Youngster’s Cock, in turn, was flush against Timmy’s. Eric couldn't hold back any longer and shot on their flat stomachs. Tim felt the stickiness, and wondered if Eric were Queer indeed. It seemed that Eric had too readily acceded to Steve’s demands. They’d always been inseparable—had played ball and learned to swim together. While Tim couldn’t condone Eric’s inclination, he couldn’t blame him either. He’d always figured Gays were born, not made. If Eric was Queer, it wasn’t his fault; and he couldn’t reject him—not after all those years. Steve fucked the Boy till his Dick spasmed in the bloody Hole. As he climaxed, he grunted out loud. Steve had been POZ so long, and barebacked so routinely, it never occurred to him that he might infect the Youth. Regardless, bareback was the only way to go, and condoms were the last thing on his mind. All he knew was that he had to breed that Virgin Hole. If Eric got POZZED, it was the luck of the draw. Sated, he withdrew. Eric sighed in relief, but that didn't last long. Steve ordered Eric to fuck himself on Timmy’s Cock. Eric had totally succumbed and knelt over his Bud. Tim moaned as he felt his Manhood enveloped by the tight, moist bloody Hole. "Like what Eric’s doin’ to ya, Timmy boy? You kin have him anytime, ya know. Bet he feels a hole lot better than any Girly Pussy." Eric rode his Pal for less than a minute when Tim's grunts told him his Bud was cumming. Steve made Eric get off, to garner a look at Tim's belly and Cock, which were covered with a mixture of blood, Ass Slime, and Cream. "Now, Eric, lick your Bud's Dick clean. His stomach, too!" Eric did as he was told, rationalizing that it was only a harmless blend of body fluids and white-yellow Spooge. The latter he quickly discounted, admitting it didn’t taste that bad—just kind of bland and bitter. What he didn’t know was that the Bug was already coursing through his Bloodstream. He later rationalized that was what turned him Queer. You know—POZ already—so who gives a hoot? But had he known what he learned later, he would have concluded that Sodomy was just Icing on the Cake of Sex. Meanwhile, Stevie ogled Eric’s Puffy Red Asslips and admired his handiwork. "OK, TIMMY, YOUR TURN." "What! Me? No Way!” “Eric, sit on Timmy’s face! I want him to suck all them Juices outta you!" "You’re a sick Fucking Bastard! I won’t do it!" Steve began squeezing Timmy's Nuts. Tim screamed and kicked. “S’OK, cause Eric’s gonna end up yer Lover, anyway. Now—start felchin’!” "No!" "I’ll stuff those Fuckin’ Nuts right down your miserable Faggot throat if you don’t do it.” “ERIC, I SAID SIT ON HIS FACE!" Anxious to spare his Buddy further pain, Eric knelt over Timmy, his Butt inches from his mouth, and slowly lowered his Ass to his Pal’s torn lips. Tim, whose Balls throbbed in agony, began to munch on Eric’s Cunt. "That’s better. I want you to eat out all the Jizm outta that Sweet Boy Pussy. Half of it’s yers, ya know. You love yer little Boyfriend, don’tcha? So lick his Mancunt and make him feel a little better after the shellackin’ we just gave him." Steve grew horny watching the two Jocks get it off. He pulled the Boys apart and used another rope to tie Tim's ankles, passing it behind his neck. His legs were spread, and his knees pressed to his chest, his Straight Virgin Hole defenselessly exposed. Apprehensively Tim watched Stevie’s every move, anticipating he was gonna get fucked too. "Sorry, Sonny, but I can’t put up with your shenanigans no longer. Now yer outnumbered 2-to-1. You can either cum along or go along. Bet yer a better fuck than Eric, anyway.” Steve thought that Tim’s rebellious hairy Hole was the Sweetest Pussy he’d ever seen. He leaked POZ Jizm like a faucet, That go-round he did consider the impact of a bareback fuck on Timmy’s health, but the Bug was a minor price to pay for what was at stake—his sexual gratification and the Boys’ relationship. Enthusiastically he licked Tim’s Cunt, nibbling on the tender Ass Lips, shoving his tongue in far as it would go. Tim squirmed and sobbed, as waves of forbidden Man Lust coursed through his bod. Not wanting the Youth to feel too good, Steve finger-fucked him deep and dry with a sadistic pleasure. He was tempted to drive his whole fist in, but wanted something left for Eric. Regardless, this was gonna be one of his best Fucks ever! Through glazed eyes Tim saw Steve pull off his socks, then felt a tickle as Stevie licked his feet. Fleetingly he thought how weird, till Steve shoved one sock down his throat. The Man knelt before Tim’s upturned Ass. Without even Spit (the little Fucker had it cuming), he rammed his whole Shaft up Rebel Boy’s Ass. If Timmy were not gagged, the whole block would have heard of his trauma; but, as it was, only Steve and Eric divined his fate. His face went white, then red, then purple, as the Big Man ripped his Ass. "Yeah, Kid. I’m takin’ your Virginity. I'm gonna Cum inside ya, Boy—impregnate you; an’ ain’t nothin’ you can do about it.” He forced his bloody lips apart and spat in his mouth. He definitely wanted to POZ the Boy—teach the little Whore a lesson. Eric had been too easy, and that had kinda disappointed Steve. But Rebel Boy was a dream cum true. He knew the two would become Lovers. A few nights of barebacking and Timmy would be bred, if Stevie hadn’t done the job himself. He humped the Virgin Boy with savage abandon, waves of heinous pleasure emanating from the cruel Shaft embedded up the Bloody Ass. Thanks to Eric earlier, Steve felt he could go on forever. Tim’s mind was whirling. His lacerated Asshole bled profusely, lubing the Killer Stanchion so it could titillate his Prostrate. The previously defiant Timmy grew erect as a triumphant Stevie massaged the newly engorged Member. He had the unrepentant Youth exactly where he wanted him—responding to his Faggot Overtures. Indeed, the Boy was overcum by the intoxicating Man Lust known only to Queers and Faggots. He began to gyrate hysterically in sync with Stevie’s thrusts—until, at last, unable to repress his new found proclivity, he climaxed on his abdomen. His contractions, coupled with the involuntary clenching of his Shithole, sent Stevie over the edge. He collapsed on the Youth as NEG Boy Slime united them. Intending to administer as much hedonistic pain as possible, he sunk his teeth deeply into Timmy’s neck, while simultaneously douching his decimated Rectum with POZ Spooge. Tim felt the Diabolic Potion infiltrate his Anus as crimson teeth marks blossomed on his neck. Steve looked at Eric, who was erect in front of him. "Wanna do somethin’ nice for Timmy, Eric?" Steve untied Timmy whom he was certain would cause him no further grief, then pushed Eric down, positioning his still erect Tool at the entrance to his Bud’s ravaged Hole. "Fuck your Boyfriend. Show him your Love." Eric looked pathetically at Steve, who guided his the Youngster’s dripping Shaft to Timmy’s violated Pussy. Like it was second nature to him, Eric impaled his Boyfriend with a violent plunge. He moaned with pleasure while Timmy wept. No longer giving a shit what Timmy felt, Eric pillared his lifelong Friend relentlessly, relishing in his entombment in the Youth’s torn Cavity. Stevie pulled the bloodied sock from Timmy's mouth. The sex-crazed Youth bit Timmy’s lips causing them to bleed again. Steve had never been so turned on in all his life. To his perverted way of thinking, he’d created two new Faggots where there had previously been none. But he’d forgotten something. He wasn’t done. His Rod grew turgid. Kneeling over Eric, he impaled the debauched Eric once again, forcing him into Timmy deeper. Eric spasmed his adulterated Seed in Timmy, and fell on top of him, as Steve put the finishing touches on the deed. Facilitated by some fancy footwork, he surprised the Boys by spooging down Eric’s thirsty throat, flooding it with Poison Jizm, and forced the Teen to pass the Gift to Timmy’s bleeding lips. By then neither Youth required much persuasion. Mission accomplished, Steve reapprised the Boys of how they’d be ridiculed if they exposed their secret. Glancing about the room for the missing bullet casing, and finding none, he urged the Jocks to think up a good one about the vase. Back home, he jacked off twice that night into Eric’s briefs and Timmy’s Speedos. He was happy and content—for the time being.

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