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Would love a sequel!

My last load was on Thursday night (or, to be more accurate, after midnight on Friday morning). It was late. I had to get up for work in less than 8 hours. But I was horny. Very horny. I wasn’t going to get any sleep unless I was able to get off. I needed some cock and I needed it now… the challenge was that I was in a hotel outside of Birmingham UK and couldn’t really travel. I was here on business and other people from work were in the hotel as well. I’m in a relationship but sex hasn’t been part of it for awhile. A month ago I cheated for the first time and I haven’t been able to stop. I checked the sites I usually use. Nothing. Shitty luck… but not unexpected. Reluctantly I hit the app store on my tablet and downloaded Grindr. Let’s be honest here. I’m not Grindr material: too old and too out of shape. But I was desperate. I deleted the app a long time ago and it took me a few minutes to go through the “lost password” process so I could get back in. I created the bare minimum of a profile… not even a picture. Finally though, my tablet loaded that list of pics. I scrolled through… surprised at the number of profiles that were reasonably close by. I bounced back and forth between the app and the other sites. Then I heard that promising chime. A message… I didn’t even look at the profile. Just went right to the chat. “Hey” Yes. That oh so familiar first line. “Hey there.” I replied back. Hey… I was feeling horny, not witty or creative. I went to his picture. Oh. My. God. The headline was fit muscle boy… and he was. No face in the picture… but an amazing chest. God I wanted him… but experience has taught me that guys like him don’t give guys like me the time of day. I sighed and returned to the chat. “Doubt I’m your your type. You are way out of my league.” “Really? Depends on what you want bud.” He wasn’t making this easy. “Mid-40’s, out of shape. But your pic looks very hot.” A few minutes went by. He had moved on to greener pastures I assumed. Then another chime. “Wanna suck a muscle cock? I want get some attention before bed… that’s all. No sex.” Want to suck him? Hell yes! I asked where he was. He was in the same hotel where I was staying… just a floor and a hallway away. “I’m just looking for a blow job.” He repeated. “You come in, suck my hard on, then go. I’ve got a 9” cock and a muscle body. Wanna do that?” Again… hell yes. He gave his room number, I got my room key of the desk and hurried to the provided room number. His door was unlatched, as promised, and I walked into the the dark room. There was enough light to see this was a suite and I could see a pair of nice legs in a chair.. the rest of him was hidden by the wall. I was nervous. I stepped around the corner. He was sitting naked in the chair. I had a glimpse of his handsome face, not someone I knew thankfully although I had noticed him around the hotel earlier, and the lean and firm body he had promised. But my eyes were drawn immediately to his cock. Hard, thick, uncut, and he hadn’t lied about length. Everything else was unimportant. I stepped to his chair, dropped to my knees, and - without a word - took his big dick into my mouth. He tasted so good. His cock had a strong curve up… between that and the length it was pretty much impossible to get it into my throat although I gave it my best. Thank goodness he didn’t want anything more than a blow job… I doubt I could have taken him (I’m a bit out of practice). “Yeah. Work that cock. Get it wet.” He whispered. His voice was so quiet I couldn’t make out his accent. Maybe English? Maybe Australian? Didn’t matter… I just moaned contentedly. “Touch my body.” That quiet voice again, almost a moan. My fingers brushed his chest, his nipples. A pleased moan was my reward. My fingers explored his six pack, his thighs, his legs. Everything was firm, toned… not one of those guys who have a great upper body on top of chicken legs. I returned my focus to his cock, trying to keep my teeth away from his sensitive head… a challenge with his girth. He stood up and, without touching me or holding me in place, began thrusting into my mouth. I held his hips to brace myself and give him the leverage he needed. It felt so natural for me to be here, looking up at this god of a man, him seeming to tower over me, using me and my throat for his satisfaction. After a moment he sat back down. “Touch my body.” He said again. “Live your fantasy.” My fantasy might be to have him really take me - to fuck me and make me his bitch - but I respected his rule. I did enjoy this fantasy man come to life. I felt his arms… his biceps were like cannonballs in his arms and he had a tattoo on his left arm although I could’t make it out. I can’t even imagine what it would be like to have a body like that… but it was so amazing to touch, so amazing to have his cock in my mouth. I had to come up for air so I licked his balls and the groove between his balls, thighs and ass… not touching his ass as I wasn’t sure if he would allow it. His ball sack was tight… he was getting closer. He stood again, taking charge of my mouth, trying to push deep into my throat but the angles just wouldn’t allow it. “ You want my cum? Don’t you?” I could only moan around his meat. He sat back down, still whispering in that faint voice. Encouraging me to touch him, to worship his body. I sat down further on my haunches, making him seem to tower over me even while he was sitting down. He was getting breathless and his moans more desperate and I knew he was close. I made a final effort to get him as deep in my mouth as I could, the head just pushing into my throat. His hips were thrusting up, pushing his cock into my mouth I gagged, backed off for a moment for air, then back down. I pulled his foreskin back, savouring the taste of his premium on my tongue, gently twisting it around the rim of his head and shaft. His moans encouraged me and I let him push again, gagging again around his thick cock but keeping him deep. And then I felt that familiar taste, the taste that we all love when we are on our knees, a cock buried in our mouth. Salty. Sweet. Masculine. Perfect. I felt his cock throb. His load fired down my throat. My mouth filled with the taste of him but I couldn’t stop working the hard shaft in my mouth. I finally let him pull out but stayed on my knees, gazing at the amazing cock, looking up at him. I had never even touched my cock during our encounter. He could have done anything he wanted at that moment and I would have obliged him happily. But he stood and stepped away from the chair. He was done and he was done with me. Still… I was content. I had serviced this man, this muscled stud, had been on my knees worshipping his body… and I liked it. I stood and was amazed to realize he was much shorter than me… he was maybe 5-5 or 5-6 but so perfectly portioned that I hadn’t been aware. I didn’t kiss him, it wasn’t that kind of encounter. I just thanked him and let him herd me to the door. The door closed behind me and I hurried back to my room. Back in my room i brought Grindr up again on my tablet. I brought the chat with him back up. “That was fucking amazing. Sleep well.” I could still taste his cum in my mouth… he tasted as good as he looked and felt. I lay down on my bed, looking to see who else might be online, but nothing else came up. I stoked myself off thinking about this stranger until I came all over my stomach…. finally getting to sleep a couple hours later.

Good story, fun epilogue.

Excellent story. Hard and dripping here.

5:38 AM Most of the guys have left now. Only a couple remaining and every dick is spent. Even mine…. I’ve come at least three times without ever touching myself once. All of the guys had two or three shots at my holes and several more of them had me drink their piss. My mystery man is sitting silhouetted in a chair. I still haven’t seen His face and I know I never will. That is not what tonight was about. It was about fucking, about cum, about conversion. He is, I am sure, already grooming another guy for the next party. “I think that about wraps it up for tonight then.” He says. “How do you feel.” “Tired, used, sore… but that was so amazing.” “You won’t ever be the same, you know. You are a swimmer, but there is a really good chance that the virus is swimming in your veins now.” “Yeah.” “Any regrets?” 

I paused. Then smiled. “Nope. I know what I am now.” “And what is that?” “I’m a cumdump, bottom, slut, pig who will take any load. And I feel free. Need a few days to rest but already looking forward to taking my next load.” He laughs. “Cool. My work is done then.” He pauses. “But if you do get the bug, be sure to pass it on..” “I promise I will.” I pull on my t-shirt and my track pants. The cum dripping from my hole and down my legs quickly seeps through I smell of cum, sweat, piss. mansex. Anyone who gets within several feet of me this morning will know what I am. Good…. this is who I am and they can like it or fuck off. I step out of the house and into the early morning Southern California sunshine. - End -

11:55 PM I’ve lost track of how many loads I’ve taken up my ass and down my throat. My hole is raw and sore and more cum is dripping out every time I move… but it’s not enough. I want more. The last guy had me lean over the back of a chair and came twice in my hole. The jockstrap is long gone … someone pulled it off a couple fucks back. Another man is already waiting. He lays on the floor and tells me to sit on his dick. I obey and sigh contentedly as I slide down his hard pole until my ass rests on his balls. With the lights shining on me for the cameras, I can see him clearly in this position. This is the first time I can see the face of one of the guys who has fucked me tonight. He is black man, maybe mid-40’s, grey hair on the temples, and has a very nice 7 inch dick. I smile down and him but he frowns. “Hmmm. “ The man says to the room. “His hole is a bit loose…. don’t feel much. Going to need help with this.” “Happy to help.” Someone replies. The man on the floor pulls me forward so our chests are pressed together and gives me deep kiss. His arms encircle me, pulling me tight against him. I know what is coming and I’m hard at the thought. I fantasized since my mystery man sent me the picture of that blonde. The second man is behind me now. Lining his cock up with my hole, already full if not stretched. “You ever done double penetration before?” The black man asks. “No.” I reply weakly. “Well… you are in for a treat. I love breaking in young white guys like you. So pretty but so arrogant. You just need to learn what you really are…don’t you?” “”Yes, sir.” “Here is comes, pussyboy.” The man behind says and pushes his dick forward. I didn’t think it was possible to feel stretched right now… but I do. The second cock pushes deep in my ass alongside the first. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” I hear myself ranting but the voice seems so far away. The black man under me doesn’t move much but his dick is very hard in my ass. He kisses me gently. “Yeah. That’s better. Feels so good now.” The second man, who I can’t see, is almost as forceful as our Host was earlier on my first fuck. My sphincter again tries to resist but it is just too battered, too abused… and I am soon feeling both dicks stretching out my hole. “That’s it, kid.” The African American man encourages me. “Take those cocks. You can do it. This is what you were made for…. to take as much cock, as much cum, as you can.” I could get used to this I decide. With practice. For now, I just do my best to take the hard fuck that the second man is determined to give. “Tell me how much you like getting double fucked.” The black man orders. “It’s amazing! i’ve never felt so full before. I love it… I really love it!” And I do. “I’m gonna shoot!” The black man cries out suddenly. I can’t feel his ejaculation but I feel my hole fill up with his seed. The second man keeps fucking, my hole even slicker with the black man’s cum acting as lube. “Almost there. Almost there.” He grunts. “Here is comes, pigboy.” Another load for you.” And he is shooting in my hole. As they slide out, I quickly move to clean the cum off their dicks..a lesson that I’ve been taught over the course of the last couple hours. The black man’s crotch is covered with a mix of spooge from all the fucks I’ve received. it takes several minutes to lick it all up. I lick my lips, savouring the taste of my ass mixed with all the cum. “Who’s next?” I call out to the room.

10:57 PM He steps away and another man takes his place behind me. “Wow.” The new man laughs to someone else. “Get some pics of his hole. Swollen and dripping with cum.” 
I hear a couple cameras snapping away. Then the new man grabs the back of the jockstrap and pulls my but up a bit. “Get that pussy in the air, you dirty whore.” This dick is not nearly as large as the first one but it isn’t small. It slips inside me easily though and he starts his fuck. Another man steps in front of me and taps his dick on my lips. He smells of sweat and piss as if he hadn’t washed property. I still can’t see his face but my eyes have adjusted enough to see a big hairy belly above his dick. He has a great uncut dick though, hard and dripping with precum. I don’t really care what he looks like. I open my mouth and he slides into my throat. I have a cock in each of my holes. The two men seem to synchronise their thrusts, pushing deep inside me front and back as if trying to meet in the middle. The heavyset guy in my mouth cums first. He pumps his load down my throat without stoping his thrusts until his cock begins to soften. Even then he doesn’t pull all the way out of my mouth. He just pulls back so the tip of his dick is resting on my tongue. “I have something special for you, pretty boy.” The heavyset man says. “Make sure you drink all of it and don’t spill a drop.” I’m confused, not sure what to expect. Then I feel his dick flex slightly on my tongue and my mouth fills with a warm, salty, and bitter liquid. Piss. He is pissing in my mouth. I’ve never tasted piss before. The thought always grossed me out a bit. But now I take it. The taste is strange, unpleasant even, but somehow makes me feel even hornier than I did before. I want to keep it in my mouth, to savour its flavor but it keeps flowing in and I have to swallow to keep from letting it spill. “That’s it, boy. Drink that piss.” The heavyset man says above me. His flow slows to a trickle. “Hold this bit in your mouth so I can get a good picture.” I open my mouth and his snaps several pictures of my mouth filled with his piss before i swallow. I suck the tip of his dick to get the last few drops. He pats me on the head, like a dog, and pulls away. “Fuck, that’s hot.” The guy fucking my ass moans. “Gonna shoot. Here is comes…. take my AIDS you whore!” His body shakes and I know he is coming, filling my ass with another toxic load.

10:28 PM I lick my lips, tasting the remains of the fourth load that I’ve taken in my mouth. I’m resting on my haunches on the floor to take the weight off my knees. In the dark room, and with the series of men who have used my mouth, I’ve lost track of Him. For some reason now there is a pause and none of the other men have moved forward to feed me their meat or their cum. I’m a bit confused. There are still four guys who haven’t done more than just watch, take pictures and video, and probably wank. I am aware of someone moving behind me. I feel a pair of muscular arms wrapping around me, pulling me close. I can feel the tip of a hard cock touching my ass cheek. “Having fun, boy?” I recognise His deep voice from when he let me in the door. I’m glad He is back and I press back into His firm chest and melt into His embrace. I could turn around and see his face if I wanted, the lights that illuminate me for the camera have to be illuminating him as well, but for some reason I don’t feel it is necessary to do so. I am content to let him remain a mystery. “Yes, sir.” “Are you ready for the next step?” My voice is quiet but I do not hesitate. “Yes.” “You ready to take a POZ cock? None of us are on meds, some of us are full blown AIDS.” “Mmm hmmm.” “Say it. Tell use you want to be filled with our toxic loads, to take our bug.” My hand reaches back and gently grips His shaft. I guide it between my cheeks and up to my tight pucker. “Please fuck me, sir. Fill me with your toxic cum, covert me.” There are murmurs in the dark around me. Eager and triumphant whispers. I hear them call me a slut, a pussyboy, a cumwhore. I can even hear someone chuckling faintly. My host pulls back slightly and a drop of spit hits my ass. His fingers are there, applying it to my pucker. pushing just inside. More spit, on His dick this time. He shifts. Something is pressing now. Bigger than His finger… much bigger. “This is going to hurt.” He whispers in my ear. “But it will help ensure that tonight is a success. I’m going to ruin your hole in more ways than one.” I nod my head. My hole tightens against the pressure. I try to will it to relax but it persists. He kisses me between my shoulder blades, along the back of my neck, my earlobes. A low moan escapes my lips, Most of the guys around us have smartphones out, taking pictures from different angles. One of the phones is nearby, obviously focused on his dick and my hole. He is pushing into me. Hard. Oh fuck! He is so big and there is so little lube. I haven’t felt this much pain since the first few times I got fucked. His arms are tight around me, keeping me from pulling away from Him. The murmurs around us are getting louder. “Give it to him.” “Rip that ass open.” “Fuck him. Fuck that dirty little whore.” The cameras are nearby, recording this moment for posterity. I can’t breath. My eyes are welling up with tears. I want it so much but my body is still resisting. He is pushing harder. And harder. I am going to have to stop this it hurts so much but I can’t speak. One of his hands grips my hair and pulls my face up so the cameras can capture the torment on my face. The big head of His cock forces pass my clenching barrier I scream. I can’t help it. The men around us start cheering and applauding Him. My hole is still trying to repel the invader but He is in control and keeps his cockhead inside me. His hand on my stomach now, pulling me back into His thrust as He pushes deeper. He is thrusting in and out now. Hard. Insistent. Remorseless. Each thrust pushes Him deeper inside me. The pain is less now, but my hole is so sore from His entry that each thrust makes me clench a little around His pole. My breath is ragged and my face must be bright red. Yet I am pushing back now. Impaling myself on His cock. His big meat is still going deeper, deeper, deeper. “That’s it.” He is moaning. “Take all 9 inches. Give me all that swimmer hole. Let me make you mine.” I’m his already. I want to please Him. I push back into His fuck as hard as I can. The thrusting stops. His balls are laying against my ass. He is all the way in. He is pulling back, drawing about half of His shaft out of me. He slams back in in one sudden thrust and is balls deep again. He is pulling out again. Even further… can’t be more than a couple inches still inside me. Slam! Back balls deep inside. Again he is pulling back. His cockhead slips out of my hole. Slam! Balls deep again in one hard and sudden thrust. All the way out, then all the way in. Again. Again. Battering my hole. “You like it rough… don’t you, boy?” It is a struggle to talk. “Yes. Sir.” I manage to gasp out. “Your ass isn’t so tight anymore. You are really getting stretched out. Like the fucking bitch you are. Probably bleeding to… my bug will be getting into your bloodstream.” I can only moan in reply. His breathing is heavy in my ear. “I’m getting close. You ready for me to make you a cumdump?” My heart is pounding. All our messages, all my anticipation, has led me to this moment. “Yes.” “Yeah… that’s all you are going to be from now on. A cumdump. I’m gonna give you what you want. Your guts are going to be bathing in toxic cum. Here is comes you stupid bitch!” He slams into me a final time. Balls deep. Time stops. I can feel it. I can feel his cock spasming inside me. Filling me with His disease. His orgasm seems to last forever as He keeps pulsing inside me. But when it finally ends, I know it wasn’t long enough. I need more. I know I will never get enough. He pulls His cock out. I can feel something dripping out of me. His cum. Out of my ass and down the back of my ballsack. “You aren’t done yet, bitch.” He slaps my ass. “You are just getting started.”

10:00 PM I knock on the door. I hold my breath… waiting. Afraid the door will open, terrified that it won’t. It opens. The room is dark inside. All I can see is a silhouette but I know it is Him. “Come in.” His voice sends shivers down my spine. Deep, strong, masculine, dangerous. I obey and the door closes behind me. I can’t see anything so I stop out of instinct. He is behind me and gives me a push, firm but not aggressive. I move carefully to the center of the room. A bright light suddenly shines out of the corner of the room directly into into my face. I’m blinded for a moment but my eyes slowly recover. I can see the eight men around me, my mystery man and the seven others that He told me would be be using me tonight.. With the light pointing at me, I am in a spotlight and they are shadows around me. I can just make out a tripod in the corner. Some kind of camera on it. After all the pictures I had received, I had expected that. I wonder if any pictures taken tonight will be used to tease and tempt another young man? I hope so. I think there must be more than one camera. I can see someone holding a video camera as well. “Did you follow the instructions?” My host asks. “Yes.” “To the letter?”

“Yes.” “Why are you here?” His instructions had prepared me for this question. He had told me what to say. “To be fucked like a cheap slut, to be bred by all of you, to take your toxic seed, to be filled by your hot loads, to get your HIV.” “Has anyone coerced you into this?” “No. I am here of my own free will and volition.” It occurs to me that there must surely be a video camera recording my statements. Proof if I ever try to cause them trouble. I know I won’t cause trouble though. He has prepared me for this and I want it. “Take off your clothes…except the jockstrap.” I pull my shirt off, throw it into an empty corner. A murmur of approval from somewhere. I blush. I kick off my sneakers and slide my track pants down my hips, trying to be sexy, bending over and showing my ass off. He didn’t tell me to do that… that was my addition. I step out of the track pants and push them away with my foot. I’m naked now except for the jock. The room is warm but I feel my nipples get hard as if there was a cold breeze. He is behind me. I still can’t see His face in the dark. But I feel His hands. Caressing my chest. His fingertips tracing my abs. His palm sliding across my bare ass. I moan. His hands are on my shoulders now. Pushing me down. I drop to my knees before Him. He towers above me, my face level with the crotch of his jeans. He says nothing. I can just make out the shape of Him above me, looking down at me with unseen eyes. My hands find His belt in the dark. I unbuckle it and then unbutton and unzip his jeans. I pull them down. I can smell Him. A faint odor of sweat and cum. The most beautiful thing I have ever smelled. The object of my obsession for the last four months is so close now. I move my head forward, seeking it. I feel his cock touch my lips. The soft skin. The hard engorged head. My lips open… Bright lights again from either side of him, blinding me. I hear the faint clicks of a camera, I can see a camcorder capturing this moment as well. I don’t care. His hard dick enters my mouth. So big and hard. I bathe His cock with my tongue, savoring the hint of pre-cum that drips into my mouth. Better than any cum I have ever tasted because it is His. He pushes deeper. I open my throat and allow Him in, sliding deep in a single long slow push. His balls rest against my chin. Then He begins thrusting in and out. Hard. His body slaps against me face, my lips start to swell. I don’t stop and neither does He. I lose track of time but my knees start to hurt. I ignore them. He is breathing heavily above me. I know He is close. He pulls his shaft out of my mouth, only the tip of His knob between my lips. “I’m going to cum, boy.” He says. “Tell us how much you want this POZ cum.” “Please…” I beg. It is hard to talk around the tip of his dick. “Please give me your POZ load. I want it so bad, I’ve wanted it for so long. There is nothing I’ve ever wanted more.” “Here is comes then, you fucking slut.” I feel the tip of His cock pulse. And again. His cock throbs at my lips. Then His cum fills my mouth… the glorious flavor of it coating my tongue. I tilt my head to the camera without being asked and open my mouth so they can see. i hear the camera clicking. A new picture to join the collection. I turn slightly the other way so the video camera captures the moment as well and give it a big smile. His hands are on the back of my head, thrusting His dick back into my throat. I can still feel Him pulsing. Then the pulsing slows, stops. He pulls out and runs the tip of his dick across my bruised lips. He backs away. Another man steps forward. Still just a shadow. He could be young, or old. He could be handsome or ugly. It doesn’t matter. I open my mouth and his cock slips inside.

8:35 PM I can’t wait any longer. My stomach is churning in fear, in excitement, in lust. I step out of my little apartment and lock the door. I walk quickly to the bus stop. The wait is longer than expected. I pace nervously. I can’t be late. I check the time on my phone. Come on, come on. Finally the bus arrives. The driver is chatting with another passenger. I try not to give him a nasty look as I pay my fare. He is still chatting and doesn’t pay attention to me anyway. I am already in a seat before he closes the door and pulls away from the stop. He is clearly in no hurry. I watch the blocks go by. Slowly. I check my phone and time is passing quickly. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I mutter to myself. I barely keep from shouting at him to find the fucking gas pedal. Finally the person he is chatting with gets off the bus. I’m the closest passenger to the front so he tries to start talking to me. I just give him my best blank, dead look. He scowls, says something about having to deal with freaks, but finally picks up the speed a little. I’m feeling nervous now. Too nervous to worry much about this guy as long as he keeps the bus moving at a decent pace. 9:48 PM I’m outside the address in Silverlake He gave me. I’m early, and I know He won’t like it, so I pace up and down the block. I hope none of the neighbours think I’m there to cause trouble or call the police. Not for the first time I ask myself what I’m doing. I tell myself to leave, to run away, and forget this. I can barely breathe. My heart is beating like mad. I feel dizzy, a little sick, But I keep pacing, watching the time. The minutes drag by so slowly it hurts. The small house looks dark. Maybe he is not there? Maybe he is just messing with me? Maybe this is some elaborate and evil joke? It is time. One minute to the hour. I turn toward the house. My legs don’t want to move but I force them to take a step forward, then another, then i’m marching up the sidewalk. Up the steps.

5:45 PM Back on the bus. Heading home. So much to do in the next few hours. But memories are still bubbling up. The pattern continued. Days , even a week or more, would go by without hearing from him. Then an email would show up. No message, just a picture. Each time a new new email would come in, I would spend days masturbating over the latest picture… until the next one would show up. Each picture was hotter and kinkier than the last. Each picture showed His hot body, His hot cock, but not His face. Each time he was with a different guy. First He was fucking a redhead, Next was someone with a shaved head like I had when I was competing in swim meets (although I had started letting my hair grow out a bit after the season ended… but it was still pretty short). The shaved head guy was surrounded by a group of guys, my mystery man’s dick in his ass and another guy’s cock in his mouth - a gang bang then - but only the shaved head guy’s face was visible in the picture. A week or so later the next picture was Him, my mystery man, and other guy who’s face was also cropped out and they were double penetrating a blonde. The blond looked like he was screaming but his face was a beautiful blend of agony and ecstasy. I’ve never done anything like that… i wonder how it feels? Each time I wrote back saying how much I wished he would do this to me, how I would do anything he wanted, how much he would like my ass. Each time i felt more desperate. Over two months had passed since I first responded to his ad. Still I was craving him. I had never seen his face, I didn’t know his name,, had not met him, still had not spoken to him except by email and Craigslist, still didn’t know anything about him. I just knew I wanted him. Finally, one evening an email arrived with no attachment. “Do you think you can take my cock?” was all it said. I immediately wrote back: “Yes. Please.” I was surprised when his reply came back so quickly. “You want me to breed you with this POZ cock, boy?” I didn’t breathe for a minute. He was POZ. I had wondered, maybe even suspected, but now I was seeing it written there before me. It didn’t make a difference. I wrote back, using words and phrases I had learned from the stories I read on BreedingZone. “Please, sir. Please fill me with your toxic seed. Knock me up.” A few minutes later I received the reply. “Soon.” Almost home now. I’m eager to be off the bus, to be home, and start getting ready. 7:20 PM I step out of the shower and hang up my towel. I’m clean - inside and out like He told me - and ready. I pick up the jock strap He sent. It is not new. It smells of cum, piss, and sweat. I wonder how many of the guys in the pictures He sent me have worn this same jock? I cover my mouth and nose with it and breath deeply its scent. I want to cum so badly… but He told me not to. I reluctantly pull the jock away from my face, slip my legs into the straps, and slide it on. A little tight but not a bad fit. I slip on a pair of blue track pants with a white stripe up the side. Maybe a bit cliche, but I think He will like how I look in them. Then a t-shirt, and shoes, and I am ready. Too early to leave yet. I pull out my cell and scroll back through His messages and emails. By this time, Orange Country was feeling too constricting. I was ready for a move. And I wanted to be closer to Him. To be close when He was ready. I found an apartment in Hollywood (West Hollywood adjacent the ad called it), found a job in a hotel, and made the move. Still He was sending me messages. Pictures. Promises. Teasing me. Driving me crazier. “Going to have a party for you.” One message read. “You are going to have our toxic cum pour out of your slutty hole.” Said another. “We are going to ruin you.” Last week, He sent a message to keep to keep today’s date free. Then, last night, nearly 24 hours ago, the message: “Less than 24 hours now, boy. We are going to fuck you, use you, and POZ you up real good…” I am so ready.

12:25 PM Lunch Break time. The instructions He sent tell me not to eat today… so I’m walking outside to the park near the hotel. Kill some time. It is a pretty nice day, lots of people about. Some guy about my age is glancing my way and smiling. He’s cute… but I just look away. Like I said, I’m no virgin but the next dick in my mouth or ass will belong to my mystery man. I’ve waited this long. I can wait for a bit more. By the time He responded, it had been a week since the family got home. I was almost ready to give up… but I still checked email in hope and dread multiple times a day. Finally he replied. I opened his email. There was no message… just a picture. I opened the picture. A young guy, dark hair and tan skin, on his knees, his mouth open, that huge cock in his mouth and something else… I can see his mouth is full. Full of cum. I felt jealous. What did this cocksucker, the one in the picture, have that I didn’t? Why was he getting what I wanted? He was hot and athletic - probably track and field I guessed - but so am I’m hot and athletic too. I’m a swimmer for fucks sake! Who would pick a runner over a swimmer? There had to be something wrong with me. I replied. “Wow. Wish that was me.” I hoped I didn’t sound too desperate…. I saved the picture though. Laying in bed that night, I jacked off while staring at it. I wished it was me on my knees. I wished it was me with that big dick in my mouth. I wished it was me tasting that cum. Days went by. Then a week. I check email daily - multiple times daily. And then, finally, a new message arrives. I’m sitting down to breakfast with my family when it comes in. I excuse myself and rush to the bathroom. I scramble to open the email. Again, no text… just a picture. This time He is with a different guy, blonde like me but pale, can’t see his face but he has an amazing tight little body. Gymnast I guess. He is naked, on all fours, facing away from the camera, and that huge dick is inside his ass. Definitely no condom. I could see what I assumed to be cum dripping out of his hole and trickling down his balls. I dropped my pants, freeing my already hard dick, and I jerked off to the new picture. I shot a string of spunk into the toilet in about 30 seconds. I wiped the last drips off my cock and sucked them off my finger. I shake my memories off again. Time to get back to work. The faster I get through today, so sooner it will be time. Why fantasize about what happened a couple months ago when I’m so close to getting the real thing?

9:00 AM I’m on time as I hit the time clock… barely. I work at the front desk in a hotel. It's a stupid and shitty job but it is a paycheck. “Glad you can join us Sam.” My manager says and gestures for me to get out to the desk and start helping the ‘guests’. I put on my fake smile, go on auto-pilot and retreat into my memories again. The morning after I responded to the Craigslist ad, I checked messages again. Still nothing. Why wasn’t he responding? I’ve got a swimmer’s build, tight abs, great ass, and I’m really cute… everyone says so. What more can he want? Several friends called and told me to come hang out. I resisted, they insisted. and I went along with it. Every chance I got, I checked Craigslist on my phone for messages. Still nothing. It was about ten when I got home. I checked again. One new message. Him. Finally! “Nice pic. Talk a look at my profile here…” followed by a link to a web page. I clicked on the link, of course…. it was on a site called BreedingZone. I glanced at the profile without really reading it but there were two albums of pictures. The first album is a number of pictures of Him. They were again taken from angles where you couldn’t see the face but it was clearly the same body. This time He wasn’t wearing underwear…. and I was instantly drooling His dick was fucking amazing. I have never seen one that big. 9 fucking inches according to the caption! He also had a tattoo of a scorpion on his groin… tats are so hot. The second album was even better. It was full of pictures of guys, young guys like me… maybe 18 to 20. all very fit… on their knees sucking Him or bent over and taking His big dick deep in their asses. I started stroking myself as i clicked through his pictures. A couple of them were closeups of His dick buried in an ass. I stared at those pictures, trying to figure out what seemed odd about them. Then it hit me. He wasn’t wearing a condom in any of the pictures. Wild! I was staring at the pictures, strangely captivated, and stroking myself. Within a few minutes I had shot another load all over myself. I licked the cum off my fingers and typed out a reply. “Wow… hot pictures. You have an amazing body.” Again I waited. No reply. Four days passed. Every day I kept checking my messages on Craigslist. Nothing. What the fuck? What was wrong with me that he wasn’t interested. Maybe I wasn’t as cute as I thought? Saturday. I was restless, desperate. Why wasn’t he replying? I checked Craigslist. New message! It listed an email address and then “Send an ass pic.” It knew it wasn’t a request. It was an order and I didn’t question it. I went into the bathroom and snapped a picture of my ass in the mirror and sent it off from my regular email account. I waited in agony for a reply. Two days went by, then I received an email: “Nice butt, Take another pic. This time spread your cheeks and let me see your tight hole.” I almost danced in the middle of my room. He responded! He liked my ass. I obeyed his instruction, went into the bathroom, bent over and spread my cheeks this time so my hole was clearly visible, snapped a couple pictures, and sent the message off to him. No reply again. Days passed. I swear I jacked off in almost every room of the house. I was spending time on BreedingZone every day, looking at all the profiles and pictures, reading through forums and stories about guys fucking without condoms.. there were even guys looking for to get infected with HIV! This was crazy shit… but I got hard every time reading about it and I couldn’t stop looking at it. I had thought I was a rebel when I sat my naked ass on the family couch and wacked off. I was a silly kid… this was the real deal. Hot, dirty, nasty sex. I wanted to try it. I needed to try it. He had still not replied when my family got home from the vacation and I had to stop walking around the house naked and jacking off everywhere. The guest in front of me is looking at me funny. He must have said something to me… but I have no idea what it was. Have to keep it together… stay focused. Less than 13 hours now.

7:00 AM The alarm on my cell phone is going off. I reach over to the night stand and, fumbling around, manage to snooze it. Its been a long night and I haven’t slept well. Remember when you were a kid and you were waiting for something - maybe Christmas morning or a trip to some amusement park - and you couldn’t sleep the night before? I’m not a child anymore but this has been one of those nights for me. I pick up my cell and hit the button for text messages. The one I want is there at the top of the list from last night. “Less than 24 hours now, boy. We are going to fuck you, use you, and POZ you up real good…” followed by an address in Silverlake and a time… 10:00 PM. My heart flutters again as I read it again. This is Christmas and an amusement park and… well, I don’t know but something else thrilling… all rolled into one. Just 15 hours now until it starts. I’m no virgin - not by a long shot - but this is something new. Tonight I’m getting fucked bare for the first time and taking my first POZ load… or should I say my first POZ loads. He says he has 7 other guys lined up for me. My alarm goes off again and I put my phone down. I still have to get through today first… these 15 hours are going to seem like forever. I have to get up and, even though it is a Saturday, get ready for work. I requested a mid-shift today (9 to 5:30) and off tomorrow so I would be available for Him tonight. Yes. Him. With a capital H. 8:15 AM I’m out of breath. I had to run to catch my bus (I stopped to read the text a few more times and the instructions he emailed as well)… but I’ve made it. The bus is nearly full but I have a seat by the window. My mind is playing back on how all this started. It was last June… four months ago. I had graduated from high school a month earlier and turned 18 a couple days after that. Using every trick in the book, I had talked my way out of going on vacation with the family. I had our Orange Country house to myself and so I did what any healthy young guy would do. I closed the curtains, stripped down, grabbed my laptop, sat my naked ass on the couch and started looking at porn on the web. Juvenile? Sure. But you have to understand, I come from a vey conservative family. There is something about breaking the rules, about doing something that would freak them out, that really gets me hot. I stroked my meat and shot a big load all over my chest. I even licked it up. So tasty. The second day alone, I sat my naked ass on the kitchen counter and jacked off into the sink. It was awesome but I still felt horny after I came. I started looking at Craigslist Men 4 Men personals. Some of the guys sounded ok but nothing really caught my eye. Not until I saw His post. “Top, 30, looking for hot, innocent looking guys who want to walk on the dark side (18+ only). I have athletic build, so should you. Silverlake.” There was a picture and showed a man with a fantastic chest and a six pack abs… but was cropped so the face didn’t show He was wearing tight underwear and i could see a huge bulge… a very huge bulge. I wondered he had stuck a dildo in his underwear. I stared at his picture for a couple minutes. Silverlake is a long way away though. What the hell, I finally decided, I didn’t really have to go through with anything. I typed up a message about how hot his picture was, told him how I was a swimmer in high school and had placed second in state finals earlier in the year, then snapped a picture of myself naked on the couch and added it, and hit send. I sat in front of my laptop waiting for a reply. Minutes passed. Then an hour. i turned on the TV for a bit. Checked again… nothing. All day I kept checking messages, unable to think of anything else. Nothing. At 1AM, frustrated, I finally went to bed. Crap! Just missed my stop (Santa Monica Boulevard and San Vicente) on this bus. Gotta stay focused.

Just to clarify...been with my current partner for a few years. No "real sex" since about 6 months in (just very rare JO...maybe every 4-6 months he lets me jack him, I take care of my own needs). Other than sexually our relationship is great.... But there is a big void there.

Kind of headed this direction. Love my partner very much, and really don't want to hurt him, but he has almost no sex drive. Ive been fucked by two guys in the last six years plus (my partner and my previous relationship). I've never cheated but I am very tempted (and very conflicted). I've been on various sites in the last few months (BBRT, Craigslist, even Grindr though I'm way too old for that!) and I know in my heart I will eventually stray. Just feel very guilty ... And I haven't done anything yet. I'm not exactly the "dish of the day".... Mid-40's, heavyset, HIV+.... But I'm not ready to give up on a sex life either.

Never been a big fan of rimming myself. I know some guys like it so i will do it... But have to fight down images of getting something unpleasant. As far as getting rimmed ... It just tickles usually. I would rather just get the guys dick in my hole and then his load.

It's been a week or so since I wrapped up this story and have a few random thoughts. :-). Not really sexual stuff. Just my thoughts on the story itself. So if you are looking for the good stuff you may want to skip this. 1. Have seen some frustration around the fiction section over "abandoned" stories (frustrations I share at times...hate getting into a story and then it never gets finished). Looking back at this story, I'm hoping no one that way about Breakdown. For me, the story was about the main character finding himself in a situation that brought out his inner slut (in this case breaking down in the middle if nowhere and his night getting fucked by Wes and Ken). The aftermath chapter was mainly just there to show that this wasn't a one time thing but has profoundly altered his self-image and future behaviour. I can, however, see how some might feel I just abandoned the story. 2. For some reason, I had a hard time writing this one. Part of it was work being really busy but I also struggled with the story itself....which I had to push myself to finish it off. Which is odd to me because it pretty much went the way I planned it. Other stories I've written (here, Nifty, etc) the stories seemed to flow better but they also went in directions I didn't originally plan. 3. I did end up liking this though and will almost certainly carry on the student"s sexual adventures. That will be a new story though and probably a new thread as that will be a different story than this one. (I will probably even have to give him a name <lol>. ) 4. In this story the character was left nameless and is never really described in too much detail as he is intended to be an "every man" (or at least an "every-gay-college-student-leaving-home-for-the-first-time-who-doesn't-realize-he-is-gay"). In the same way, in my previous story(Gay, Married,and Horny) the lead character"s job and a lot of other details were left vague so you can project whatever you want on him and the other characters. 5. Wes and Ken were named after two friends from high school that I really lusted after (although I was too closeted to admit it to myself at the time). 6. And lastly....yep, my stories take place in a wonderful world where you can have repeated gay sex without any "accidents". Not to mention where all hot strangers are open to gay sex, where you can get caught having sex at work and get away with it, etc. :-) Just my rambling thoughts.

Glory hole bare fucking is such a turn on. One of the first times I ever fucked someone bare was at a glory hole. He was sucking me, I felt him back off, heard him moving around, then my cock sank into his hole. It was amazing. So what I'm saying, basically, is this: More please! [side note: the first time I took a dick raw. Had gone home with a stranger from the bars at the end of the night but we were both too drunk to do anything. I woke up the next morning to feel him rubbing against my hole. I pretended to still be asleep but rolled slightly to give him better access. He slid his dick inside me (I was by no means a virgin but had always had a condom). The fuck felt so amazing and I soon abandoned my pretence of being asleep. I didn't realise he wasn't wearing a condom until after he came inside me and his cum dripped out. I was a little freaked out but so turned on. I went back to "safe only" for awhile but slowly got less and less careful. Physically, psychologically, and emotionally bare just felt so much better. Within a couple of years I was taking dick bare, cruising bareback sites, and continued to prowl the bars bad baths of course. Never hooked up with that guy again, unfortunately. He was short in stature....maybe 5' 6" give or take? but he had a great dick. Sorry to hijack your thread but your story brought back a lot of fun memories! :-). ]

Great chapter!

Great story so far.

That is the end of this story (for now... may revisit some of these characters again in the future). Sorry for the delay in completing... life has been hectic for a bit. Hope you enjoy it anyway.

Part 5: Aftermath The ringing phone next to the bed woke me the next morning. I was alone. Ken had left the room sometime in the night. His cum, and Wes’s, though had dried on my ass. And I could still taste his piss on my breath. What the hell had I done the night before? It all seemed so unreal in the light of the day. Yet it was real. I had admitted to myself, and to the two guys who had fucked me, that I was gay. I fumbled and answered the phone. “Yes?” “This is the garage.” A voice said. “Your car is ready.” I got myself showed and dressed. Ken was at the desk. He was his friendly self again but didn’t say anything about the night before. I wasn’t sure what to say… so I didn’t mention it either. I paid my room bill and he gave me directions to the garage. As I was walking out the door though, he gave me a little wink. “Hope you stay over again the next time you are passing through.” My ass gave a little spasm and I smiled. “Hell yeah.” The garage was just a short walk down the street. Wes was there, working on some pickup. He gave me one his nods, no smile, and pointed me into the office. The guy in the office was about my age, maybe a year or two older. He put together the paperwork and I gave him my credit card for the charges. My eyes kept wandering to his crotch. I wondered what equipment he had down there. He didn’t seem to notice. A few minutes later I was loading my bags back into the car. Wes was leaning against the pickup he was working on. I made a little show of lifting my ass but noticed his eyes were watching me. He gave me a little smirk and adjusted his crotch a little. Oh yes. I would be coming back through this town again. The rest of my drive to San Diego was uneventful… if long and a little boring. I had rented a room in an apartment off campus through an agency and would be sharing with 3 other guys strangers but all students at the college. Two bedrooms with 2 beds in each one. It seemed I was the last to arrive as the rest of them were sitting in the front room. Two of the guys, Scott and Gary, seemed to know each other and were taking one room.That left me with the other guy. Mark was about 6’ 3”, blonde hair, blue eyes, and was one at the university on an athletic scholarship. I didn’t hear which one. I was too busy trying not to stare. Fuck… he was beautiful. I felt a twinge of fear… how was I not going to embarrass myself sharing a room with this guy? He was wearing a t-shirt and some baggy shorts. My eyes kept wandering to his crotch despite my best efforts. I made it through the evening… barely. We all sat in the front room and chatted for a couple hours. I’m sure Mark caught me starring a couple of times. I couldn’t help it. I finally excused myself to go unpack. I’m sure I heard them laugh as I left the room… was it about me or was I just being overly sensitive? I unpacked and then sat on the bed, afraid to go back into the other room. I was still sitting there when Mark came in. “All done packing?” “Yeah… I guess.” I stammered. Mark pulled off his t-shirt and threw it into the corner. “Got to get to bed…have early morning practice and I’m beat.” My eyes flicked over his muscular chest and six-pack abs. He turned his back to me and slipped off his baggy shorts. His firm ass was framed in the jock he was wearing. My dick was hard and straining in my jeans. I forced myself to look away. The jock and shorts soon joined the t-shirt in the pile in the corner. The beds were close enough together that I could smell the salty tang of his sweat. “Hey…” he said. I turned without thinking. He was standing next to his bed. His naked body towered next to me. My eyes bulged. A thick slab of meat hung flaccid between his thighs… at least 5 or 6 inches soft. My mouth was watering. “I always sleep in the buff… hooe you don’t mind.” He said. Was there a hint of mockery in his voice? “Um… no. Whatever you want.” He slipped into bed and pulled the covers of his body. i quickly undressed and got into my own bed. I was still wearing my tighty whities and a t-shirt. He seemed to fall asleep quickly but I tossed and turned. He would toss and turn from time to time… giving me views of his body as we would kick the blankets off or readjust them. I wanted to jack off to relieve some of this tension but was afraid he would wake up and catch me. I finally fell asleep a couple hours later… grateful that I had a few days before classes started to sleep in. It was morning when I awoke to the sound of the bedroom door closing. I glanced at the alarm clock. 8:30 AM? Fuck. Way too early to get up today. I rolled over and saw Mark by the door. He was back from practice apparently. He pulled off his workout gear and wrapped a towel around his waist. His blonde hair was matted a bit and he had clearly been sweating a lot. I didn’t realise I was staring until he looked up. And caught me. “What the fuck, dude?” He said. Loudly. Anyone else in the apartment would hear him. “What are you staring at?” “I… I… I…” I realised then that he didn’t really seem angry… more amused. He walked over to my bed, towering over me. “You like what you see?” His hand rubbed his crotch through the towel. It was not as flaccid as it had been last night. In fact it seemed to be getting harder and growing. He pulled his towel back away. His hard meat bounced up. It was about a foot in front of my face. My eyes followed it. I couldn’t look away. “Working out always gets me heated up.” His hand slid up and down his shaft, jacking himself a bit. “Since you like looking at it so much, why don’t you give it a feel?” My hand wrapped around his beautiful dick. It was about 8 inches long now and still not done growing. A moan escaped my lips. My head moved forward and I slipped him inside my mouth. His hands grabbed the back of my head and pulled me forward. “Fuck yeah.” He said. I looked up, into his eyes, and he smirked at me. “Suck that cock.” One of his big hands trailed down my back and between my ass cheeks. Finding and fingering my hole. Still loose from Ken and Wes’s hard fucks, his finger slipped inside with little resistance. “Yeah… I think we are going to get along real well.”

Part 4: Ken handed Wes the smartphone and knelt on the bed near my face. I found myself staring at the pre-cum on his suit pants. I wondered what he tasted like. My tongue was touching the wet spot before I even thought consciously about it. Licking it, trying to suck it from the fabric. The hard manhood trapped inside pressed back against my tongue. I had no thoughts of running away now. “Horny little bitch, isn’t he.” Ken said. His friendly demeanour from earlier was gone. His voice was cold as he grabbed my chin and pulled my face up to look past his belly and his hairy chest and into his eyes. “Aren’t you.” “Yes, sir.” It seemed so natural to address him as sir. “And you are going to please me, aren’t you?” “Yes, sir.” “Whatever I want?” “Yes sir.” Ken nodded. “Take out my dick.” Without hesitation, I unbuckled his belt and slid his slacks down. The dick that popped out was half an inch longer than Wes’s… and it was a lot wider. At least an inch and a half wider. The mushroom shaped head was smeared with his precum. My mouth was watering. Ken grabbed my hair and pulled me into his crotch. “Suck that dick.” I obediently licked my way up his shaft until I reached the head. My lips parted and I slid in into my mouth. My tongue savoured the flavour of his pre-cum. His cum seemed sweeter than Wes’s if not quite as thick. I worked the cock head with my tongue and lips. I felt Ken grab a handful of hair on the back of either side of my head. He pulled me forward, sliding his fat dick into my mouth. It slid across my tongue and moved towards my throat. Wes was clicking a few pictures now but seemed less into it that Ken had been. In retrospect, I think he was bored. At the time, however, all I really thought about was the cock pushing deeper into my mouth. I wanted to please Ken, to feel him shoot in my mouth or my ass… or both. He hit the back of my mouth and I started to gag. Ken’s grip on my hair tightened. “Come on, bitch. Open that throat for me.” I felt like I was going to choke. My face was turning red and my eyes were watering. Ken shifted a little and his cock moved off my tongue and closer to the back wall of my mouth. I was still struggling but it felt a little easier with his dick off my tongue. I focused on relaxing my throat and realised I was breathing a little easier. I was rewarded when Ken pushed further in. Into my throat, his balls hanging just a couple inches from my lips. “That’s it.” Ken cooed above me. “That’s a good boy. Just a little more now.” He gripped me tightly and pushed forward. It was hard keeping myself from gagging but I wanted it so much. Relax. Relax. Relax. The mantra was running through my head. Those heavy balls and his untamed bush were drawing closer as he pushed deeper. I breathed in the faint scent of his sweat. Closer. Closer. His pubic hair tickled my lips. Then, with a final push, his balls were resting on my chin. He was in all the way! All the way deep into my throat. I felt a sense of triumph… made all the better by his soft moan above me. Wes took a few pictures of my face impaled by Ken’s meat. And then Ken began thrusting harder. His cum bag was swinging now, slapping lightly against my chin. On his outward stroke I could taste his pre-cum as it dripped onto my tongue. On the inward stroke, I could feel him stretching my throat. He pounded harder. My saliva was coating him now as my mouth watered around him. Just when I thought he would cum down my throat, he suddenly pulled all the way out of my mouth. I bent forward instinctively, trying to get him back in my mouth. He pushed me gently away. “Don’t worry, boy. You will get some more. But right now, I want to get a piece of that ass.” He rolled off the bed and walked around to where my butt was still raised in the air. I could feel Wes’s cum, cool now, still oozing out of my hole. Ken rubbed my butt cheek briefly before slipping a finger into my cleft and into my hole. My disappointment at not getting his load down my throat faded. A moan escaped from deep in my chest and I spread my legs slightly to give him better access. “Yeah. That’s it. Lift that boy pussy into the air for me like a bitch in heat. ” A second finger quickly followed, then a third. “You want my dick in there, boy? This cum is all the lube you are going to get.” “Yes, sir. Please fuck me.” “Yeah? You want a second POZ load tonight?” Ken leaned over my back. The weight of his belly against the top of my ass. His hairy chest against my smooth back. His hard dick poised at my hole. “Wes loaded me up real good after he tested. You want me to load you up like that too?” “Yeah, fuck my hole. POZ me up.” My cock was hard and dripping pre-cum of it’s own. “Yeah. You want it?” I felt the tip start to push forward, spreading my sphincter. The head of his dick was big and, despite the hard fuck Wes had given me, my ass tried to resist the invasion. “I want it so bad. I want you inside me.” “Shit yeah.” He let his weight bear down on me. The big head pushed against my resistance. My hole quivered. Ken pushed harder. “Take it then, you bitch. Take my dick.” I pushed back into his assault. I felt him slide forward. Just a half inch or so. But he didn’t stop. He wrapped his arms around my chest and pulled himself into the fuck. And his big mushroom head forced it’s way inside. I swear I saw stars. He kept pushing. Not letting me rest for a moment. Using his weight and his leverage to push deeper inside. Past my resistance. Stretching me. The pain was excruciating and I cried out… but I was pushing back into his fuck. Impaling myself on the poker that was sliding inside me. “Fuck yeah… you are a little slut, aren’t ya?” Ken said in my ear. “Yes, sir.” “You like getting opened up like this don’t you? POZ dick forcing it’s way deep into your ass.” “Yeah… I love it!” “I thought you told Wes you were straight?” Images of my ex-girlfriend, and other girls I had fucked around with, flashed through my mind’s eye. They seemed so distant. So unreal. The sensations I felt now were so much more intense. With the second cock of the night forcing it’s way inside of me, I was more turned on than I had ever been. And I knew. I’m gay. It was like my entire world shifted in that moment. How had I never realised it? “I’m… I’m… I’m gay.” I whispered as Ken’s dick thrust deeper inside me. “Nah… you are a pussy boy.” Ken whispered in my ear. “Willing to bend over for any stranger with a hard dick and a full load to dump inside you. Aren’t you?” Wes had the phone near my face and was recording video. Recording this moment. It was hard to talk. My face was scrunched up in pain at the hard cock pushing inside me. I felt a moment of shame. But I forced the words out. “Yes, sir….” He thrust hard inside me again. “Yes, what?|: “Yes, I’m a pussy boy.” I groaned. “Yes, I love the feel of a cock in my ass.” Both men chuckled now. Ken began to thrust hard. Relentless. His sweaty chest pressed against my back. He was all the way in. His pubic hair scratching at the inside of my crack. His balls slapping against my ass as they had earlier slapped against my chin. He kept whispering in my ear. “Take that cock, slut.” “Open your pussy wide for me.” “Work for that cum… work it out of my dick.” “That’s it bitch, ride that dick.” Where Wes’s fuck had been about opening me up and using me for his pleasure, Ken’s seemed to get off on taunting and degrading me. I liked it. Wes was hard again, stroking his dick as he took me pictures. My dick was dripping pre-cum onto the hotel blanket beneath me. Ken’s breathing was getting laboured. I was about to get my second load pumped into my guts. “Yes, sir! Please… give it to me. Give me your POZ load.” “Here it comes! Gonna charge you up… make you into a proper little AIDS whore.” I felt him swell inside me. I felt my own dick expand and my second load of the night erupted from my dick. My ass spasmed around the hard cock inside. “Oh fuck, yeah!” Ken hissed. “Work that hole… work it!” His cock spasmed. His cum shooting deep inside me, joining Wes’s load from earlier. He kept thrusting and his dick kept shooting. And then he held himself deep inside and collapsed his weight on my back. I was pushed flat on the bed with his cock still inside me. His body heavy on top of mine. My back coated with his sweat. My hole stretched and sore. I never wanted it to end. Wes put the smartphone down. He put the tip of his dick in my mouth and immediately filled my mouth with his seed. I swallowed it like the manna it was. He pulled his dick from my mouth, wiping the last drops of his load on my lips. “Got to be to work early tomorrow.” He said as he got dressed. He gave Ken’s ass a playful little slap. “Enjoy the rest of the night.” Then he was gone. Ken was still hard. He pulled up enough to get the phone and snapped a couple pictures of my hole. “Not so tight anymore.” He pushed back inside me until I felt his balls back on my ass. “Shit. That is a perfect slut hole. Nice and stretched. Full of cum.” He thrust a few times then pulled out. “Got to take a piss. I would flood your hole but don’t want to wash the cum out. Time for you to learn another new trick.” He pulled me to my feet and pushed me into the bathroom, having me get on my knees inside the tub. I knew what he wanted. It seemed so dirty. i opened my mouth and waited. “Swallow it all, boy.” He said. “Swallow it all and I will give your ass another good fuck tonight." 
The yellow stream flowed into my mouth. The smell and taste was bitter but I gulped it down. An hour later, I fell asleep that night with Ken’s dick - and my third POZ load of the night - still in my ass.