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5. I laid back and with my legs still in the air, slid a finger into my loose cum-slick hole. The thought of two more guys coming into fuck me had my hole twitching. My cock was still hard, but I honestly could have cared less the finger in my hole was giving me more pleasure then my cock had ever given me. “Ryan’s brother yeah,” I heard Tommy say. “You’re kidding,” one said. “Seriously, I just fucked him,” Tommy said, “Go see for yourself, I told him to stay there and wait for you two.” Eager to please my next two tops I slid another finger inside my hole and started to work at myself harder, eliciting a little moan from myself. The door opened and Liam stood shirtless in the pants he had had on last night. “Fuck, Ryan didn’t tell us his stepbrother was a cumdump.” “He wasn’t,” said Tommy coming up leading Liam’s also shirtless boyfriend Ross, still naked and a little hard, “Simon pumped a load into him last night when he was drunk. Flipped a switch inside his hole, and triggered his cum lust. You wanna get fucked again?” “Hell yes, lets go boys,” I pulled my cheeks apart showing off my cum dripping from my hole. “Think you can handle two cocks noob?” Ross asked in a thick Scottish accent. “Won’t know unless we try,” Liam added. The two Scots looked at each other and at the same time undid their pants, neither one of them was wearing underwear. If I didn’t know better I would have thought that they were brothers, both tall and dark haired with pale skin. Their broad chests both thickly haired, their abs insanely defined with broad treasure trails leading to dense pubes and thick swinging cocks. “On all fours at the bottom of the bed,” Liam demanded, his bossiness turned me on even more. I flipped onto my hands and knees and got at the bottom of the bed as the boyfriends lay down next to each other in front of me. “Well, put that pretty mouth to work and get us hard.” “Well you seem to be in good hands, have dun boys,” Tommy said and left the room, leaving the door open. I dove onto Liam’s uncut cock, swallowing as much as I could of the quickly hardening shaft as I jerked off Ross. Liam put his hands on the back of my head and pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. It didn’t take long for Liam to get hard in my mouth, and Ross’s cock steadily fattening as I furiously pumped his cock. “Ride my cock while you give Ross a chance at that great mouth,” Liam said pushing me off. Liam slid down so that I could squat over his cock and bend over to suck Ross’s cock still. He and I groaned together as his dick slipped into my hole. He was not as thick as Tommy but he was longer and he pressed against that second hole I had felt Ryan knocking against. “Fuck you’re hole is even hotter the Tommy’s when it’s full of cum,” Liam said as I swallowed Ross to the base his thick pubes against my face. I rode Liam’s cock as he fucked up into me, still sucking Ross’s cock. Ross’s cock kept growing in my mouth and soon was far to long for me to keep the entire thing inside my mouth. “Think you can handle two cocks in that hole of yours?” Ross said running his hands along my back to where Liam’s cock was slipping in and out of my hole. I sat up, dropping myself all the way down on Liam’s cock, he suddenly burst past that second sphincter I had been feeling before and I gasped as I said, “Try it and lets find out.” “Lean forward then,” Liam said, and pulled me close to him, my sweaty chest pressed to his. Ross jumped up and got behind me, quickly pressing his cock against my already filled hole. For a long moment it felt like he would never be able to work his cock inside of me, then for another long second felt like I was being torn in two, and then at last Ross’s cock slid in next to Liam’s till his cock sank past my second sphincter. “Oh my God! Oh my God!” I kept repeating trying to get used to the feeling of both of them inside of me. “Shit you got tight fast,” Liam laughed a little breathing quickly. Ross was the first to start moving, slowly rocking his cock in and out of my hole rubbing against Liam’s cock as he did. I had thought that one cock in my hole was an astounding feeling but the two boyfriends pumping in and out of me at different speeds was a whole new experience. “He’s busy with Liam and Ross,” I head Tommy say in the other room, “But you can fuck me. I haven’t gotten a load from you in forever Ryan.” “Then bend the fuck over,” my stepbrother answered. A few minutes later the hard breathing and desperate grunts from Liam, Ross and I were joined by Tommy’s whimpers and Ryan’s moans. “Does the sound of your stepbrother breeding that hot twink’s hole turn you on,” Ross whispered in my ear. “Yes.” “How do those two big cocks feel in your hole?” “Amazing?” “Yeah?” “God yes.” “Then get ready for a real pounding.” Liam grabbed my hips and pulled me forward giving himself more leverage as Ross started to pull his cock out completely and slam it back into in one quick rough movement. I was practically screaming with pleasure now, begging them to use my hole, to wreck me, to shoot their loads into me. They fucked me harder and harder, both of them quickly becoming covered in sweat. “Oh fuck I’m going to cum,” Liam groaned, “You want my POZ load added to that messy hole?” “Shoot your load in me,” I begged. “Breed his hole, babe, lube up my cock,” Ross said goading Liam on. Liam grunted, and thrust deep into me, his cock head, along with Ross’s well past my second hole firing his load deep into my guts all over his boyfriends cock. This was too much for Ross who after a few more pumps bottomed out in my hole and launched his load in next to Liam’s. My body shook with the force of their loads and I felt my own cock begin to throb as I came without touching myself at all. Ross slowly pulled out of me and Liam’s now flaccid cock flopped out with it. I rolled off of Ross and as the pair left the room kissing felt myself passing out completely over whelmed with what had happened over the past twelve hours. It was several hours later that I woke up and rolled out of my bed. Cum dripped out of my swollen, gaping hole as I pulled my briefs up and stood to crack my back. It’s funny, I thought as I felt the backside of my briefs become damp with sperm, three weeks ago I never would have thought to let a man cum inside me, and now, I couldn’t get enough. I slid my hand down the backside of my briefs and felt my wet hole. The sounds of the others came through the closed door clearly; there were still plenty of me out there. I can go just a few more rounds, I thought, and kicked off my slightly damp underwear. In the main room I found Tommy bent over the couch with Liam’s cock deep in his furry twink hole, Ross was riding Ryan’s cock, and just as I stepped out the front door opened and Simon walked back in with a broad smile. “So from what I’ve been hearing all day you’ve turned into quite the cumdump,” he called over to me. “Ready for another, make sure it takes?” He grabbed his cock through his track pants and I nodded. This is where I end the story. If someone else wants to take over Justin’s journey from here feel free.

4. “I’m going to go jump in the shower,” Ryan said, slapping me on the ass as Tommy pulled off his shirt. I had assumed Tommy he was somewhat twinkish, and therefore was completely unprepared to see his tight runner’s body was completely covered by thick dark red hair. He smiled at my obvious shock. “I started growing chest hair when I was twelve,” he said, his fingers hooked into the waste band of his track pants. Dropping them to the the ground, he stepped out of them, standing in a pair of white briefs that barely contained the considerable bulge that was forming there. Do all of Ryan’s friends have big cocks? I wondered. “Well, are you just gonna stand there bustin’ out of your briefs or are you going to fuck me?” I asked, quickly becoming more comfortable with my new lust for cock. “You’re really ready to get fucked again, after your stepbrother just bred you like that.” I found his Irish accent intoxicating, and perhaps for that reason the thought of turning down his cock didn't even cross my mind. Whatever the reason, now that I had had a taste of bare sex, I was insatiable. “Hell yes," I responded as I flopped back on the bed, drew my legs into the air, exposing my cummy hole to his inspection. Just to further entice him I added "Plus all that cum up there will make great lube.” Tommy didn’t need to be told again, he tossed his briefs aside his uncut cock springing up. “You’re more of a cum slut then I am,” he said, lining up his still sheathed head up with my swollen hole. We both groaned as he sunk into my wet guts, my hole quickly opening to take his uncut, beer can of a cock, to the base. Tommy leaned forward, holding his cock inside me and kissed me softly. He slowly rocked his cock in and out of me as we kissed, his hands roaming over my body. I groaned into his mouth, waves of pleasure coursing through my body. Tommy seemed intent on making this one last as he slowly pumped my hole. “Simon was the one who POZed me,” he whispered after a long time, “he picked me up at a bar one night and convinced me to take him raw and after about a week of him filling me with his spunk I caught it. Best gift I’ve ever gotten.” He kissed me softly again, but started to fuck me a little harder his thrusts eliciting little squeaks and grunts from my occupied mouth. “Did you even like guys before Simon fucked you,” he asked a little while later. “Sorta but I’d never done anything,” I answered in the same soft whisper tone. “So you went from being straight to getting fucked by your stepbrother and all of his friends in one night. Damn Simon’s good, and I’m fucking grateful cause I thought you were so hot.” He drew his cock all the way out and slammed it back in again several times, a soft squishing sound now accompanying his thrusts. He shifted his weight putting his hands flat on the bed over my shoulders and rocking his hips forward to pound into me harder. I stared into his brilliant green eyes as sweat formed on his face from the effort of his fucking. As I looked at him I noticed a sweaty, bushy, dark ginger pit just over my head. I sat up a little and licked it. Tommy groaned a little and I continued to lap at the musky pit until I was eating out his pit and he fucked me all the harder for it. After about twenty minutes as Tommy’s thrusts were starting to get rougher and his breathing irregular I head Ryan get out of the shower and go into his room, talking to the two men who had been sleeping in there. “I’m going to cum in you,” Tommy panted. “Do it, please!” “God you ass is so good!” “Thanks, your cock feels ama…” I never finished that sentence as Tommy slammed into me as hard as he could, his entire body shaking with the force of his orgasm. He let out a long calming breath as his balls emptied into my guts. He kissed me again and pulled out slowly. “Stay there,” he said, heading to the door, “sounds like the other two are up and ready to breed your hole as well.”

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

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

1. Cum dripped out of my swollen, gaping hole as I pulled my briefs up and stood to crack my back. It’s funny, I thought as I felt the backside of my briefs become damp with sperm, three weeks ago I never would have thought to let a man cum inside me, and now, I couldn’t get enough. That was before I had met Simon; however, before Simon had told me how hot I was, how much he liked me; before he had eaten out my hole till he could slide three fingers inside of me without resistance; and before he had charmed me to let him slip, just the tip of his fat cock into my hole raw. I slid my hand down the backside of my briefs and felt my wet hole. The sounds of the others came through the closed door clearly; there were still plenty of me out there. I can go just a few more rounds, I thought, and kicked off my slightly damp underwear. My name is Justin, I’m twenty five and just finished my last year of grad school. At five foot ten I’m not the tallest of men, but I’m what my ex-girlfriend called “Nerd hot.” The short of guy you see with unkempt hair, dark rimmed slightly unfashionable glasses, and a tweed jacket with elbow patches and you think he’s sort of cute but nothing special until they take their clothes off and you realize that tweed jacket and button down shirt were hiding a tight six pack, broad chest and a sizable amount of chest hair. I had one girl actually laugh in surprise when I took my pants of the first time and she saw my seven-inch soft cock. For the past twenty-five years I have identified as 97% straight, every once in a while I’ve come across a guy that does it for my but that’s pretty rare and rarer still would be the circumstances under which anything would happen. I am, however, a liberal man of the modern era and so when I was in London visiting my Stepbrother and he invited me to go to the gay bar with his friends, I was more then happy to attend. Ryan, who had always been the more athletic masculine of the two of us, had come out to his mother and my father when he was fifteen; I was sixteen at the time. Most of my friends thought that I should be weirded out by this (“What if he’s checking you out after you get out of the shower?”) but I never was. Ryan was not one of the 3% of guys that I’m attracted too although I did find out after catching him in bed with one of his boyfriends over a summer break in college that he had a massive cock. After college Ryan had started working for a publishing company and soon after was transferred to their offices in London. At twenty-four he already had a massive flat near to the city center and a damn nice office in their high-rise office. When I graduated for grad school I decided to fly to England for the summer before looking for work and visit Ryan for a while. Two nights after I got there Ryan invited me to join him and his friends at a gay bar downtown. Having just finished a long semester of school I was down for drinking where ever. So we got dressed, Ryan in a pair of tight jeans and a black wife beater that showed off his broad football player chest and his massive arms, he honestly looked like Rugby Ken; and I in a slim fit button down shirt and loose fitting jeans. It was at the bar that I met Simon. He came in late, a little bit after all of the others, and took the only available seat in the little booth (next to me) that six of us now occupied in the corner of this bar. The six-foot three, black haired, blue eyed, pail skinned god smiled as he slid in next to me. “Ayope, ‘o’s this then,” he ask in a gruff south London accent. “My step brother Justin, he’s straight so put your cock back in your pants,” answered Ryan, a slight twinge of a British accent had started to color the edges of his words in the years sense he’d moved here. “Eh, he’s aright. Ain’t yeh Justin?” Simon asked me. I laughed a little and nodded trying to remain calm, I had never been so attracted to a guy in my entire life. He wore no shirt, claiming it had had gotten soaked in the rain just a little bit ago. His small pink nipples stood erect out of a thick coat of dark hair all across is massive pecks. Tight blue jeans hugged his muscular legs, and the outline of his cock running down his left pant leg was obvious. He was stunningly masculine in his appearance and domineer. The rest of the party continued to talk and Simon quickly jumped into the conversation. I didn’t know what I wanted from him but I wanted something. I wanted him somehow. As he chatted with his friends his hand slid from the table and slowly made it’s way to rest on my leg just above the knee.

“Sit right there boy,” he growled, “I’m going to go change and I’ll come back for you in a minute.” He left me sitting on the bench as he went to another row of lockers, my heart was pounding and my hands were shaking, somewhere in the back of my mind a little alarm bell was going off but I my lust silenced it. I needed him inside of me. My hole twitched at the thought and my cock was straining against my cumy underwear. He came back a few minutes later with a wifebeater t-shirt on and a pair of dark blue sweatpants, that didn’t quite manage to hide his bulging cock. “Follow me boy and I’ll take you home, I’ve got the whole day off and I’m going to take my sweet time wrecking your hole for anyone else.” My legs shook as I stood and I followed him on unsteady legs out of the gym. We left in silence, once on the pavement we turned the opposite direction from my house heading north up the street. He walked fast and I trotted along, trying to keep my ass clenched, not allowing a drop of cum to escape from my hole somehow knowing that would please him. His apartment was only a block away from the gym and he soon ushered me past an uninterested doorman and into an elevator. His apartment was the last one at the end of the hall, and once we were both inside the door he practically slammed it shut behind up. We stood there for a long moment, just far enough apart to not be able to touch one another. He pulled his shirt off over his head, revealing the powerful toned muscles, the pale flesh, the dark red fur, and the jet-black tattoo. My heart pounded even harder feeling as if it would burst right through my rib cage. He smiled at me and having already kicked off his shoes pushed his sweat pants to the ground. Feeling the need to mirror him, I shucked my shirt and pants standing just in my wet assed boxer briefs looking at him in all his glory his obviously erect cock fighting against the tight fabric of his white briefs. “Chuck,” he said. “What?” “My name.” “Oh, Allen.” “How many men have bred you Allen?” “Four, that’s all? Well you are more of a natural pig then I thought if you’ve only been fucked by four guys and already you’re here about to start begging for my cock,” he paused, and took a small step closer to me, “How many loads do you have in you right now?” “Four from this morning, and a few from last night. The couple that I spent the night with bred me quite a few times each,” I said, letting my naughty secrets start to spill out of me. He took another step closer, closing the gap even more, “So you’re hole is well lubed with cum, ready to take my cock.” He rubbed his crotch. “Yes,” I said breathlessly, “I want you to fuck me, I need your cock, I’ve been dreaming of your cock.” “Do you know what this means?” He pointed to his tattoo. I nodded. “What does it mean then?” “It means that you’re POZ.” “That’s right boy, are you ready to take my POZ load.” The little voice in the back of my head screamed, “RUN” a little louder but I answered, “Yes.” “Yes what?” “Yes I’m ready to take your POZ load. I need to feel you unload your POZ cum inside my hole. I need to feel your heat filling my body. I need your cock, please fuck me.” “I told you you would be begging for my cock in a minute,” he smiled wickedly, “Take your shorts off, and then get on your knees.” I pushed my underpants down and kicked them off, falling to my knees in front of him. “Now slowly get my dick out,” I reached out and slowly pulled his briefs down till his cock strung free of the waistband. I had imagined what his cock would look like a lot, especially over the past twenty-four hours but nothing I had imagined was a glorious as the real thing. Thick and heavily veined with a thick mushroom head and a long shaft, it burst from a thicket of dark red pubes, and below which hung a pair of large cum laden balls just begging to be drained. He kicked off his briefs and said, “Well don’t just sit there and look at it get the damn thing in your mouth boy.” I opened wide and swallowed his cock as I was told. My jaw stretched wide I bobbed forward and back his cock head slipping in and out of my throat. Two large hands came to rest on the back of my head, drawing me forward slowly forcing me to keep more and more of his cock in my mouth. “Get it good and slick boy, that and the cum in your hole is all the lube you’re gonna get from me.” My hole twitched and I started bobbing faster wetting his cock with my sit. Eventually he tore his cock from my mouth and pulled me to my feet. He led me to the bedroom and tossed me onto the bed. Grabbing my ankles he forced my knees into my chest, leaving my hole exposed to him. His cock brushed against my well-fucked pucker, warm and hard and teasing. “Look into my eyes boy and don’t look away I wanna see the moment you first feel my POZ cock enter you register in your eyes.” I looked up at him, losing myself in his brilliant green eyes as he rubbed his spit slick cock up and down my furry crack. After just a few moments of teasing I felt the pressure zero in on my hole, becoming a focused coming to bear of strength he started to press his cock head against my hole. My ass offered little resistance and his cock head quickly began to press into my sphincter stretching it open across its bulbous top. Chuck kept his gaze locked with mine as I struggled to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head. His cock slid steadily, its way made slick by the large amount of cum that still lined my guts, inside of me. I felt as though I could feel every vein, every lump and contour of his fat cock sliding deeper and deeper into my hole. Finally all eight and a half inched had sunk into me and his ginger pubes rested against my own pale furry cheeks. “You feel that boy? Feel how easily my POZ cock slid into your hole? If you weren’t made for taking loads you would never have been able to take this fat meat so easily.” He flexed his cock inside of me, “You like having my POZ cock inside you boy?” “Yes.” “You want me to fuck you now?” “Yes.” “Breed you?” “Yes” “Yes what?” “I want you to fuck and breed me with your POZ cock.” “As you wish.” He pulled his cock from my hole in the same slow deliberate manor that he had pressed it in, allowing the head to pop out too and then with the same inescapable pressure slid back inside. The veins of his cock tickled and pulled at my hole sending electric wave up my body. I started groaning, begging him to fuck me in earnest. Chuck just smiled and kept slow fucking me for another minute before all of a sudden he slammed the full length of his cock into me with the entire force of his body behind it. I practically screamed. Then it was on, Chuck closed his eyes lost in the pleasure he got from plowing my hole, as he kept his promise of wrecking my hole for anyone else. I had never been fucked like that, I had never felt so connected to someone who was fucking my, I had never wanted someone as much as I wanted him in that moments. The room became hot and the smell of cum and sex filled the air, I felt beads of sweat drip from Chuck’s bucking body onto mine but neither of us cared. The sound of slapping flesh combined with we sloppy squish of my hole was the only sound in the room same my occasional whimper as his cock forced its way past my second sphincter. Chuck was a beast, he hammered away full force at my hole for nearly twenty minutes never missing a beat before he said, “I’m about to change your life kid. I’m going to flood your guts with the first of many POZ loads.” “Yeah give me your POZ load,” I pleaded. “Here it come slut.” Chuck bottomed out in me, the head of his flexing cock bursting past my second sphincter, his load firing deep into my guys. I felt the same heat as before but this time it was like the pleasant burn of whiskey going down your throat. Chuck’s load filled me like I had never been filled before, all of those loads before were somehow less powerful, less fulfilling. Chuck growled as he finished and ground his cock into me, working his load into my hole. “Oh my god,” I panted, “That felt amazing. “Don’t worry boy, there’s plenty more where that came from,” he flexed his still hard cock inside me, “We’ll get a half dozen or so of my loads pumped into your guts and then I’ll see about getting a few other POZ tops over here to make sure it takes.” Slowly, his cock never going down or leaving my hole, he began to fuck me again.

Cum leaked from my hole as I walked, I tried to keep my hole tight, to hold onto every last drop but it was no used. I walked the last block to my apt scrolling through Grindr and Scruff and no luck, perhaps I had become too picky in what I was looking for, I felt that in all of NYC though there had to be another beefy ginger top who it was safe to get bred by. Feeling rather let down by the world I let myself into my apartment and muttering hello to my roommate locked myself in my room. I opened my computer and started trolling the Internet trying to find a way to get fucked again. I looked at adam4adam and manhunt but those didn’t seem enough, then I stumbled across BBRT. Quickly I made a profile, uploaded a pic of my tight slightly hairy twenty-one year old torso, and a good ass pic an old fwb had taken, and wrote: Young NEG BB Bottom Looking For NEG Loads. My cock was throbbing against my shorts, and I reeked of cum and sweat. I decided that I ought to take a shower to at least get rid of the sex stench that hung about me. Slowly I soaped my body thinking about him, the man from the gym, imagining what it would feel like to have him on top of me sliding his raw cock inside of my hole. My hands slid down my body and my fingers quickly found my hole, sliding inside with no problem. I pressed one, then another, then another into my hole, fucking the cum deeper into my ass, I added another finger. I couldn’t take I any more I needed to get fucked again. I got out of the shower and went back to my room my hole feeling empty. There were a few messages from trolls on BBRT but no one that fit my need. I scrolled through a bunch of profiles and sent messages to a few, rubbing my hole a little as I did so. Then, having exhausted my area, I stated looking for porn, a new kind of porn that I had never allowed myself to watch before. Treasure Island Media, Breed Me Raw, Raw Fuck Club they all fascinated me and I watched every preview I could find. Then I stumbled across breedingzone.com. I quickly read through several stories in the General Bareback Stories, my cock throbbing and my hole twitching as I did. After a handful of general stories I found myself drawn to the stories of a darker nature: Bug Chasing. I had never allowed myself to indulge suck thoughts before but with two massive loads in my hole, my fingers stuffed inside of me and my cock dripping constantly I wasn’t thinking straight. I read stories of guys searching out POZ loads and of guys just coming to realize it was their fate, guys who pursued POZ loads and guys who simply stumbled into a life. I found myself identifying with the men who realized their fate as a cumdump slowly, load by load inching their way towards the inevitable. I was so horny I could hardly think, I needed to get fucked right then. I looked back at BBRT and found several messages waiting for me. Knowing that in that moment it almost didn’t matter I took a cursory glance at profile pics of the tops and selected a young Italian looking guy in the East Village. Looking for now? I asked him. His response was almost immediate, My BF and I are looking for a boy to breed. Both big cocks, both ddf, and can both cum more then once. What’s the address? Was my only reply. After hastily getting dressed I rushed over to their apartment. A half hour later I was knocking on their door. The Italian from the profile opened the door and ushered me inside. His bf was tall and blond with blue eyes, every Aryan looking, in just a jock. The two of them stood grabbing their crotches in silence, and without being told what to do; I pulled my shirt off over my head and dropped to my knees in front of the Italian one. I pulled his cock out of his mesh shorts and swallowed it in one go. They hadn’t been lying, they both had huge cocks, and not only did they cum more then once but they came buckets. Over the next six hours they fucked me individually, they fucked me together, at one point they were both inside my wrecked and dripping hole. They were insatiable, it was as if they would not be content until my own lust for cum was slaked, but I had the sneaking suspicion that only one thing could truly slake my lust. When sometime around one in the morning they at last were spent we all passed out in a messy, sweaty, cumy heap in the bed, limbs all entangled. I woke the next morning to the blond pressing his cock into my still wet and open hole. “One for the road he muttered,” as he started to fuck me. They both dumped two more loads in me before I left, my guts literally flooded with their cum. I had shot my load at least three times the night before and once the last time that the Italian was abusing my hole and yet my lust was still unabated, and I now felt fairly certain of my conviction that only one man could slake this thrust. When I got home I changed for the gym without showering, grabbed my duffle and headed back out the door, wired with adrenalin and unfazed by my decided lack of sleep the night before. It was not my normal work out day, and I had no idea if he was going to be there, but I had to try. I went straight for the locker room; I had no intention of working out that morning. I went to my normal locked, and after stowing my stuff I sat down on the bench and waited. Not a full minute when by before he came around the corner today in a pair of gray running shorts. My heart skipped a beat and my hole twitched, itching to feel him with in it’s velvety walls. Instead of my normal ploy of avoidance I looked straight at him, allowing myself to make eye contact with those perilous green eyes. He smiled a broad, wicked, toothy smile and came over too me, his hand rubbing his crotch lightly. “So,” he said in a rich masculine voice, “You’ve finally come around have. You ready for a real load.” “I… uh… well…” I was unable to speak. “You want my cock, don’t you boy?” “Yes,” I managed to reply. “And you want my load in your hole, don’t you?” I swallowed hard and almost whispered, “Yes.” “What happened to change your mind kid, I guessed you were one of those NEG only Safe-Sex pussies. Let me guess, someone slipped a load into without you knowing you were getting bred and you loved how much it felt that you needed to do it again. You’ve probably been going around the city taking any loads you can get for two weeks now – no, not that long. The desperation in your eyes, and the fact that you reek of cum, I’m going to say two days at most. Maybe that first load was even just yesterday. That doesn’t matter though, what matters is that none of those loads managed to make you feel whole like you need to, you just keep lusting after more. Well I’ve got what you need boy,” he grabbed his now bulging crotch, “so let go to mine, it’s just around the corner and get my cock buried in your sweet hole ASAP.” I simply nodded.

Now hard as a rock, I cleaned the cum up that had already leaked out of my ass, drying out my underpants a little, and, now making a conscious effort to keep my hole clenched, pulled my pants up. I left the coffee shop and pulled out my phone. I had a few messages on both Grindr and Scruff from before meeting the man who had just bred my hole for the first time. I was horny again, my lust had returned three fold, and now I needed to get fucked again. I knew I shouldn’t be considering doing what I was but my mind was not in control of my actions in that moment. With a load already snuck into my hole I found myself desperate for another. I wanted another load fucked into me, and this time I wanted to know it. Some shred of my mind still clung to logic and I knew that I would only meet with a guy who was NEG. I thought of the guy at the gym and my hole twitched, a little drop of cum leaking out. As I continued to walk towards my house I scrolled through Grindr and Scruff with no luck. Just as I turned the corner I remembered an old fuck buddy who had lived on that block, he was super hot just the type I was looking for a burly man in his mid thirties. I had actually stopped seeing him because he wanted to bareback me, and I was so pathologically against it that I had just stopped seeing him even for suggesting it. I suppose I was young and stupid at twenty-one. It didn’t take me long to find him in my contacts and I quickly sent him the first message I had in months: I’m horny as fuck and on your block, wanna fuck my ass? There was only a moments delay in his response: You decided you’re ready for my load didn’t you kid? Yes. I’ll buzz you up when you’re here. I hurried a long the block and found his building from memory. He buzzed me in and almost in a trance I found myself standing in front of his dark wood door with brass number plate. I knocked and he opened the door completely naked, his seven and a half inch cock already hard and thick. He seemed to have put on muscle sense I had last seen him and if anything was hairier then before. My hole twitched and another small drop of cum leaked out. He grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me inside. “Strip,” he said waiting no time. I dropped my gym bag shucked my clothes for the second time in a hour, standing for a moment before him in my cum damp boxer briefs before sliding those off too. “I’ve missed your sweet hole,” he whispered as he drew close. It looked as though he were going to kiss me but as soon as he was close enough he spun me around and bent me over slightly, then he bent down and licked my ass. “You’ve already been bred today,” he said suppressed, “The little condom jock’s turned into the cum pig I knew he was.” “Sort of,” I said sheepishly as he began lapping at my cummy hole. I told him what had happened with the last guy and he laughted. “You got stealthed and now that you’ve felt how good a load can feel in your hole you can wait to get more. Shit you’ll be begging for POZ loads in no time.” I thought of the guy at the gym and my hole flexed a little involuntarily, “I’m neg,” I said, however, “and I want to say that way.” “Don’t worry boy you won’t be getting any charged loads from me,” he answered and stood up again, one hand on my shoulder the other on my hip. I felt the tip of his cock brush against my cum lubed hole and I let out a moan. This was not going to be some long passionate love making, this was going to be a quick and dirty fuck I could tell and it was just what I needed. I pushed my ass back a little trying to grab at his dick with my hole. After another moment of teasing he gave me what I wanted and sank his fat cock into my needy hole. I let out a long low moan as he slid inside of me bottoming out quickly and then pulling back till his head popped out of my hole with a wet slap. He jammed his cock roughly back into me making me yelp and began to destroy my hole with his pounding. Rough and merciless he fucked me, using my hole to milk the cum from his cock, and I loved it. I was like a bitch in heat, the feeling of his raw dick sliding around inside of me with only the cum of my first hook up to lube his cock was driving me insane. I was moaning and gasping like a whore begging him to breed my hole, to fuck me, to wreck my ass and he was obliging. Any one passing by his apartment in the hallway would have heard not only me but the steady slapping of skin hitting skin as he drilled my hole open. He must have been super horny when I got there, or perhaps he was as turned on by his raw cock in my hole as I was because quickly I could feel his pace changing and his breath becoming more ragged as he got close to climax. Bucking hard, he held onto my hips pulling me back towards him, till suddenly he growled and sunk his full length into me and held absolutely still. His cock throbbed inside of me as I loosed it precious seed into my guts. I felt that same warmth flooding me again, and through my cock was hard as a rock I had no interest in touching it, it was that warmth that I was chasing now. After what seemed like a glorious age, he pulled out slowly with a soft squesh as my hole tried to close after his vicious pounding. He smacked me on the ass and said, “Call me when you’re ready for another load kid, now get the fuck out.” I quickly got dressed and grabbed my bag, my cock hard as a rock and my hole leaking cum I was still filled with a lust for cock and cum.

He was looking at me, he always was, as I toweled off from the showers after my work out. I went over to my locker, careful not to look at him, knowing the embarrassing reaction my body would have, but still all to aware of his gaze. He had been at the gym every single time had gone for the past month and a half, it was as if he know when I was going to be there. My resolve weakening for a brief moment I stole a glance his direction, he was still looking. God I wanted him. Six foot three, probably around thirty-five or so, a solid mass of muscle. His ginger hair was cut quite short, but he had ample scruff on his face and a stunning amount of hair across his torso, and powerful legs. Sometime he would just be in a pair of white briefs, and others a tight fitting pair of short running shorts, today was the former, and as always I could see the strong outline of his thick cock pressing through the fabric. I could feel those inescapable green eyes roaming over my body talking me in. He was perfect in every way, except for one; around his left nipple was a jet-black tattoo, recently touched up, that contrasted sharply with his pail skin, of a biohazard symbol. I knew what that meant and sadly it also eliminated him from my list of potential fucks. I had a rule, I only fuck safe, and I only fuck NEG guys. God, I wanted him though. I got dressed quickly trying to ignore his stair, and rushed out of the gym, my cock straining against my shorts. These encounters three times a week with my forbidden lover always left me horny and itching to get fucked. All of the NEG tops in the area should be sending this POZ Adonis thank you letters, because it had practically become a habit for me to pull out my phone as soon as I was out of the gym, and pull up Grindr or Scruff looking for a top right then. That morning I was in the mood for something new, and hit up a few guys I hadn’t seen before or hadn’t managed to meet up with before as I started to walk down the street towards the subway station. There were a few responses before I got what I was looking for on Scruff. A beefy top, thirty-seven years old, muscular, and hairy with an eight-inch cock who was ready to fuck right then. He sent me his address, which turned out to be just two blocks over. I almost ran through the cool fall air I was so hungry for cock. He buzzed me in quickly and I rushed up the stairs to his apartment. When he opened the door I he was even more beautiful then his pictures. He stood before me, in just a pair of bulging briefs and black dress socks, a broad mischievous grin on his face. We waited no time, he pulled me inside and closing the door behind me, kissed me hard on the mouth forcing his tongue inside me. I melted into his arms as his six foot two frame enfolded all five foot nine of me. He quickly removed my shirt and shorts and I dropped my gym bag on the floor. We shucked out underpants as he lead me to the bedroom. As soon as his cock was exposed I sank to my knees and pulled him towards me swallowing as much of the thick meaty shaft as I could. He groaned appreciatively and put his large hands on the back of my head drawing me closer till my nose was buried in his dense dark brown pubes. A blowjob however was not his goal, and he soon pulled me to my feet and tossed me onto the bed. He spread my cheeks with his hands and dove into my furry crack, his tongue swirling around my hungry hole. I moaned and bucked back wildly trying to urge more of his tongue inside of me. He slid a couple of fingers inside, loosening me up a little I felt the failure chill of lube hitting my hole and heard the sound of a condom wrapper opening. Then in one long slow stroke he pressed inside of me, stretching my hole as he did so, till at long last I felt his bushy pubes against my cheeks. I closed my eyes and imagined that he was the man from the gym, my forbidden fruit. He pulled out slowly and then plunged back in again, getting a little rougher each time he did so. After maybe ten minutes he pulled out and flipped me over so that I was laying on my back, and with my ankles resting on his broad shoulders, pressed back inside of me. It must has been the angle that he was penetrating me at but his cock felt better inside of me, more electric, more powerful. He hammered away, grunting, sweat glistening on his forehead. I could tell from his building pace that he was getting close, I fisted my own cock getting ready to blow my load as soon as he came in the condom. It didn’t take long and he slammed balls deep into me, his head thrown back his body shaking, as his cock exploded. I felt a strange heat in my ass as I blew my own load on my toned and slightly furry stomach. He pulled out of me slowly and then took the used condom to the bathroom to get rid of it. My hole felt well stretched, and with my own load splattered across my stomach I felt my lust had been well slaked. I scooped up the cum from my stomach and licked it off my fingers before getting up to get dressed. He must have used a lot of lube I thought, my hole felt wet and slick, and that strange feeling of warmth still persisted inside my guts. I was pulling on my track pants when he came back out of the bathroom dressed in a business suit. “Lunch hour,” he said by way of explanation. I finished dressing and we walked out of the building together heading our separate ways when we came to the sidewalk. I didn’t live far away, and it was a nice day out so I decided to walk the couple of blocks to my apt. As I walked I felt a stickiness around my ass and something wet running down my leg. That couldn’t be lube. I slipped into a Starbucks as a I passed and made my way to the bathroom. I pulled down my pants and my boxer-briefs and was suddenly hit by the smell of cum, and I saw a wet spot in my briefs. Running a finger across my hole I felt a thick wet stickiness slowly dripping from my hole. That bastard had gotten the condom off somehow, I realized, he had fucked me raw. It had probably happened when he flipped me over, I remembered how good his cock had felt in that moment. I remembered too how warm his cock had felt as he shot his load inside of me. My cock hardened. I slid a finger into my wet loose hole and shivered.

At the age of 23 I made a choice that would change the course of the rest of my life. I had been a bottom my whole life, or my whole sexual life. My first boyfriend had insisted that he was a ‘total top’ and I was never given the option to try fucking him and then as time when by I just never really felt the need to top I was perfectly happy getting fucked. I had been a short skinny little twink when my first boyfriend had worked his latex clad cock into my tight winking hole at fifteen causing me to moan with pleasure and with pain. By the time he pulled out and tore the condom off to cum all over me, cum was rocketing out of my own cock without the necessity of my touching myself. My boyfriend and I broke up later that year, but not before he had me taking cock like a champ and loving every moment of it. After we broke up I had a few more relationships but really just found myself on the prowl for cock more often then not. By the time I turned 23 though I was ready for a change. I was no longer the short little waifish twink that had so reluctantly agreed to bottom for my first boyfriend. I had grown to just under six feet with a broad chest and strong features. I worked hard on my body and no one would suspect by my build that rather then play football in high school I had actually played flute in the marching band. I kept my jet black hair short on the sides and messy on top, wore dark square framed 1950’s style reading glasses, which cultivated a slightly hap-dash academic look that fit my studies at grad school at NYU. Going into my second year of grad school I found myself with less and less free time, and craving cock all the more fiercely when those blessed moments of free time presented themselves. I was on all the aps and sites: Grindr, Scruff, Adam4adam, and Manhunt, but something wasn’t clicking any more. Men would bend me over and pound my now seasoned ass and I would no longer feel that load building inside of me ready to explode as the pulled the rubber off to cum on me or shot into the rubber inside of me. I found myself wondering what it would be like without the rubber, what a load dripping out of my hole would feel like. I never discussed with the men with whom I was having sex my questions, although each, so far, had told me he was negative. I knew, of course, taking loads could lead to specific consequences, and I didn’t know if those were consequences I was ready to shoulder. But the question kept nagging at me: What would it feel like? The sort of porn I watched started to change. No longer was it the 'good boy porn' of nextdoorbuddies.com. Rather I started to search the web till I found darker things, things like Timfuck and the entire Treasure Island Media catalogue. I watched these men beg for loads, have raw cock after raw cock slammed into their holes, and in the end be left with spunk dripping from their used up asses. It was their new video that gave me my first idea on how to feel a load inside of me safely. My mind raced as I watched this hot hairy bottom Marcus Issacs had the loads from probably two-dozen condoms squirted into his hole to lube him up for a gangbang. I could do that. I could jerk off into something and freeze the loads so that I could slide a few of them into my ass later and feel the cum run down my legs from my hole. Before I blew my load that night I ran to the kitchen of my little studio apartment and grabbed and ice cube try from the freezer. For the next four days I shot my loads each night into the same cube in the tray, building up a cum block for my hole. On Saturday when I got finished grading the papers for the class that I taught I knew that it was time. I had one of those oh so rare free days now and I wanted more then anything to feel those loads inside of me. I dashed home from the public library where I had been grading, and put on one of the numerous TIM videos I had downloaded. I wasted no more time, as a scene entitled “Dump and Run” started I went to work on my hole with one of several dildos I owned opening myself up quickly. It was a short and brutal scene but by the time the top, some ten minutes or so later, was pulling his shirt back on to leave the loaded up bottom laying on a hotel room bed I had all ready switched to the largest dildo I owned a 10 inch long 8 inch around “Real Deal” dildo from Fort Troff and was bottoming out on the beast feeling it punch deep inside of me. About half way through the next scene I couldn’t take it any longer and jumped up off of the dildo and dashed to the kitchen. I pulled the ice cube tray from the freezer and quickly worked the cum cube loose then I laid down on my back on the kitchen floor, and with my legs in the air quickly pushed the cum cube inside my slack hole. It was so shockingly cold, and I gasped. I had known it would be could but hadn’t guessed it would feel quite as cold as it did inside of me. The cold however was quickly dissipating, leaving only a wet stickiness behind, my cock throbbed but I didn’t care. I stuffed three fingers in my hole feeling the wetness inside of myself. I don’t know how I expected to feel once I had my home made Devil’s Dick inside of myself but this was better, more important, more fulfilling, I never could have imagined this feeling of satisfaction. But that satisfaction quickly drifted away, this wasn’t right, this was my own cum and that wasn’t enough. One all encompassing thought that had been drifting around in my brain for week now crystallized in an instant: I needed to be fucked and bred; I needed to know what it felt like to have a man cum inside of me. I looked at the clock on the oven, it was only five in the afternoon, still plenty of Saturday left. There would be no waiting till my next elusive free day. I needed raw cock then, and there in that moment. I crammed my butt plug into me loose and dripping hole and grabbed my computer. I minimized the porn, allowing it to continue to play the sounds of me fucking still rushing out of the speakers. I opened adam4adam and was about to run a search when I realized that my profile was all wrong for what I needed in that moment. I signed out, and using another email address I created another screen name: bottom4cum. I rushed through the set up process inputting my stats and information, uploading a pic of my ass and then quickly typing out that I was looking for loads asap. I put bottom for my sexual roll, anything goes as my practice, HIV neg for my status and then created my profile. I thought for a moment as I clicked the sidebar to start a search. There was more to what I needed then just cum, the darker part of the thought that had been running around in my head for weeks now bounded to the front of my mind and refused to dissipate from my consciousness. Those consequences I had thought about, the ones that had kept my cum last at bay for so long had to be silenced, not only did I need raw cock but I needed a POZ load. I didn’t care if it took in that moment, that first time wasn’t about getting the bug; it was about freeing myself from guilt and worry. If I took a load now that I knew was POZ then what did I care from then on, I had already done it anything else that happened was fate. I would be free to take whatever cocks, whatever loads I wanted no questions necessary. This first time, this first man to breed me, to POZ my hole had to be perfect. I started a search for all of Manhattan for hairy tops of any age with at least an eight inch cock who were POZ or Undetectable and to narrow down the results a little bit set it to only show guy online right now and who had pictures. I came back with thirteen pages of results. Jesus, I thought, this is going to be fun. It didn’t take long for me to find a few likely candidates and send the three men I found similes and greetings hoping that at least one of them would bite. I started a new TIM porn, this time Viral Loads, it seemed fitting given my new found quest for POZ cum and sat back, playing with the plug in my ass as I waited. A few minutes into watching a hot bottom beg a mean looking top for his raw cock my computer buzzed with the startling sound of an adam4adam message. It was from the second guy I had messaged: BBHighlandScot. There wasn’t much on his profile except that it said he was 34, 6 feet tall, 180 lbs, athletic, with an 8 inch uncut cock, was HIV Positive and preferred meeting at “Your Place”. I looked again through his pictures of a tall handsome man standing with no shirt on by the boat house in central park, and then of a fat, heavily veined, uncut cock thrusting out from a full bush of pubes at the end of a long well defined torso. My hands shaking a little I read the message. “hey mate, thanks for the smile. what’s up?” “i’m good, horny as fuck actually. lol” I responded. “same, wanna get you hole fucked” “hell yes.” “where you at?” I responded with my address. “i’m about twenty minutes away from you, i can be there in 30. one thing first… i’m poz and I only fuck raw and i don’t pull out so once I get my cock in your hole there’s no turning back.” “i’ve got four loads in my hole already, keeping them in with a plug,” was my reply. “little slut. i’ll be there in 30.” He logged off. I realized then that I had never gotten his name or his number, I had done that before with guys but never one who was coming over to fill my hole with his POZ sperm. My heart pounded in my chest as I grabbed a jock strap and a pair of basketball shorts from the fabric crates that I used as a dresser and began to tidy things up a bit. I put the ice cube tray back in the freezer and washed my dildos before putting them away too. I left the lube out on the nightstand and was about to put a condom next to it when I realized I was doing that only out of force of habit. I laughed nervously at myself and as a distraction sat back down on the couch across from my bed and went back to watching porn on my computer. My heart was still pounding but I soon lost myself again in the porn, watching as the bottom who had been begging the brutal looking top for his cock in the first scene was at the center of a massive gang bang and loving every moment of it. My cock was throbbing against the fabric of the white bike jock I had put on and my hole was twitching against the shaft of the butt plug holding the formerly frozen loads inside me. I had become so engrossed in watching this man take fat cock followed by fat cock that I lost track of time and myself. When the sharp knock came on my door I had my hand down my shorts rocking the butt plug back and forth in my hole and moaning slightly. I snapped my computer shut at the sound and slid it under the couch before jumping up to get the door. I was so horny now that my mind had been reduced to one singular thought, my quest for POZ cum. All of my fears and doubts had been washed away in a wave of lust and I answered the door with steady hand. There before me stood the man from his pictures, just over six feet tall with a wicked smile on his handsome face. It was still quite warm for though it was well into September and he wore just a pair of tight fitting dark jeans that showed a sizable bulge at his crotch and a black wife beater t-shit that accented his thickly haired chest and strong muscles. “I’m Jack,” he said in a startling thick Scottish accent, his screen name made sense all of a sudden. “Aiden, you’re Scottish?” I replied, feeling stupid as soon as the words came out of my mouth. “Aye, that a problem mate?” He said his bright green eyes blazing. “Not in the least bit, come in.” I stepped out of the doorway to let him inside the small apartment. He stepped in and I closed the door behind him. “So boy,” his accents made him even hotter, more mysterious, this man from a foreign country come to breed my ass, “You wanna sitta’bout an’ talk, pretend like this is a proper date like or just get down to me breeding that pretty arse of yours.” He grabbed his cock as he said this drawing my attention to his growing bulge. Without stopping to think I got down on my knees in front of him and reached out to undo his pants, he just smiled and put his hands behind his head as I pulled his pants down. I looked up into his glinting green eyes, taking in his jet black hair, his slightly stubbly chin, bushy arm pits and ample chest hair, he was beautiful. As I got his pants to the ground I now found myself face to face with a pair of boxer briefs straining to hold back what was clearly a massive cock. I pulled his shorts off and was almost hit in the face as his cock jumped out of the elastic waist band, it looked thicker and more vicious eye to eye with it then it had in the picture, my mouth watered and my hole gripped the butt plug tightly. “Well, dunnay just set there an’ steer at it, get the fucker in yer mouth,” he said as he pulled off his shirt and kicked his pants and underwear from around his ankles. Not needing to be told a second time I opened my mouth wide and started to work on swallowing the considerable length and girth of this glorious Scot’s cock. I worked my tongue around his foreskin earning a pleasured moan from Jack who then lowered his hands to the back of my head pulling my face to his crotch. I looked up at him as his cock made the bend into my throat causing me to gag a little. With his shirt off I could see that under the hair on his chest was a tattoo encircling his left nipple: a biohazard symbol. My cock strained against my jock even more. His tattoo only increased my hunger for cock and sticking my tongue out and breathing through my nose I swallowed his cock till my nose was buried in his dark pubes, breathing in his musky sent. “Oh fuck yer good at that,” he moaned, “If yer arse is have as nice as yer throat you’ll get more then one load outa me tonight. Get those shorts off boy,” He said, as, his hands still holding my head in place, he began to rock his hips back and forth slowly fucking my throat. I wriggled out of my shorts now knelling in front of him in just a jock with a big black plug up my hole and Jack’s cock stuffed down my throat. After what had only been a few minutes he pulled out saying “Fuck that’s too good, and I dunney wanna waste a load down yer throat, let me see that arse. Get on all fours and show me that plug.” I whipped the spit that had been forced from my mouth by his throat fucking off with the back of my hand and spun around on my knees and bent over so that my ass was stuck in the air. “Look at that nice plugged hole, yeh fucking slut,” Jack laughed and tugged on the plug lightly a few times teasing my hole.“ Lets see how loose and wrecked this boy is then shall we,” he pulled the plug quickly from my hole causing me to yelp. “Now that’s a beautiful gaping hole.” He spat a big glob of saliva onto my hole and started to rub his cock around my stretched out ring spreading it around. “Where’d yeh get the four loads in yer hole already?” “They’re mine,” I explained to him about freezing the loads and then fucking myself with the dildos before shoving the cube inside myself. “So yeh should be pretty well lubed up then boy, is what yer tellin’ me.” “Yeah, stick it in, fuck my ass.” “Yeh, want my POZ cock up yer cunt?” “Yes!” “Yeh want me to breed yer hole, knock you up with my toxic spunk?” “Yes, don’t pull out, fill me with your load.” “You asked fer it,” he said and lined up his cock head with my hole. My sphincter had started to tighten a little bit around the base of the plug after my dildo session earlier but Jack’s cock quickly stretched it right back out again as he sunk his cock in to me in one long sustained thrust. I felt his pubes against my ass and his balls come to rest against mine still held in the jock. He started out slow, easing his cock all the way out of my hole and then pressing the swollen head back in again a few times getting me used to his considerable girth. I moaned loudly each time he came to rest balls deep inside of me his cock well inside my second sphincter. Then he steadily began to pick up the pace but still long dicking my ass, pulling out till just the head was inside and then slamming back in. Sometimes he would slip from my hole but he would just ram his cock back inside of me without missing a beat. Sweat sprung up all over my body and I felt like my hole was on fire, not in a bad way but rather that it burned with lust. I flexed my hole around his pistoning cock taking joy in the little gasps that that elicited from Jack. After a blissful eternity he stopped and pulled out slapping me lightly on the ass, “On yer back, I want yeh to look me in the eyes when I shoot my toxic load inside yer arse” I flipped onto my back and grabbed my ankles, pulling my knees to either side of my broad chest. I prided myself on my flexibility and the ease with which I could present a top my hole in this position. Jack smiled his wicked smile and sank his cock back into my waiting hole closing his eyes in pleasure as he did. His hands came to rest on my shoulders, pressing me down into the floor and he resumed his relentless pounding of my now fuck-battered hole. The room wreaked of sweat and the sent of cum was billowing from my hole, sex hung in the air and did nothing but fuel us both on. I moaned and whimpered with each progressively more violent stab of his cock. Jack grunted unconsciously, his face contorted in a mix of effort and elation as he continued to wreck my hole. His breathing became more erratic and I stared into his face watching the muscles in his cheek spasm with the effort to stave off his orgasm, but there came a moment when he couldn’t put it off any longer. “I’m gonna fucking breed yer fucking cunt, do you want my POZ load boy?” “Yes!” “Say it!” “I want your POZ load!” He locked eyes with my, sweat glistening on his face, his stair piercing and inescapable as he slammed his cock, somehow deeper then ever before and let out a cross between a groan and roar. I could feel it, just as I had felt the cold dissipate earlier now I could feel the heat radiating from the head of Jack’s throbbing cock. I could feel his cum flooding my ass, mixing with the little bits of my own cum that still lingered there. His POZ load filled my hole and I could feel every pulse of his cock adding to the *******. Some part of my mind was surprised that as my lust slackened that my fears did not return, but I was contented with my choice. My hunger for cum was somewhat abated for the moment and like the first time I had been fucked by my first boyfriend I felt that same sense of joyous release. I realized that I had, just like that first time, shot my load without having touched myself, the pouch of my jock was soaked with my cum but that didn’t matter. What mattered more was the load and the cock that had put it there. Jack slowly eased his softening cock from my hole, pausing when he was half way out to ask, “So how is it that yer stell negative if yer willing to take the load of a guy you know to be POZ without any questions or hesitation?” “Well,” I said, feeling rather sheepish, “you’re actually the first guy ever to breed me. Until you I had only fucked safe and with guys who said they were neg, but I’ve been thinking about this for some time now and when I stuck that cube of frozen cum inside of me today I knew I needed to feel the real thing.” “Why didn’t yeh get fucked by a neg guy who would breed yeh then?” “I wanted to be free,” I said matter of factly. Jack’s cock twitched still partly inside of my hole and I felt him begin to swell again. “You wanted t’be free... that’s fucking hot. You up for another POZ load then boy,” he asked as his cock became fully hard again. Instead on answering I grabbed his head with one hand and pulled him down to kiss me and with the other pulled his hips in so that his cock sank back into my cummy hole. The End

Epilogue My hole dripped cum for a whole day after Chuck, Chad, Johnny, Kevin, Wes, and a small host of other men who I didn’t know at the time were through with me. I accepted my transformation joyously and moved into the apartment the next week. From that point on I Chuck fucked me at least once a day, and Chad at least once a week. Johnny and I would take turns wrecking each other’s holes when we ran into each other on campus. The other guys I saw less frequently but still got railed by them often enough. I tested POZ a few months after moving in and by Christmas had gotten my own small biohazard tattoo on the front of my hip. I still met up with some of the bottom boys I had topped so regularly from time to time, some of them stopped calling after I got my tattoo, some though never asked about it and still took my loads happily. Towards the end of my senior year this sophomore who I had fucked a few times told me that he was looking for an apartment for the next school year. After I introduced him to Chuck the boy was never the same. He started out a sometimes bottom boy, and turned into a POZ cumwhore much like I had, but that’s his story to tell. As for me, now I’m living in New York City, and let’s just say I haven’t spent a day without at least one load in my hole in a very long time.

The other men nodded their approval and made their way into the main room to pull on a few shreds of clothing before heading back downstairs. Chuck got down between my legs, lifting my ankles so that they rested on his shoulders, his big, thick, precum slicked cock hear resting against my swollen, and dripping pucker. “How’s that hole feel boy, you think you can handle one more cock?” “Please fuck me Chuck, I want you so bad. I don’t want this to stop. I need more cock.” It had become a need now, I longed desperately to feel Chuck’s thick meat entering my hole, to have him stretch me out and leave his load deep inside of me. It wasn’t just Chuck, though I longed to feel him inside of me, it was all the men I had had that day and more. I just needed to be fucked, and I was starting to not care by whom. I had four POZ loads deep inside of my gut already and although Chuck didn’t have a tattoo that I had yet seem I sensed that I was about to receive my fifth; but that didn’t matter I didn’t care about status I didn’t care about anything so long as I was getting more cock. I wonder if this is what Johnny had felt when he had first started bottoming for Chad or if his lust was less then mine. “How does it feel to have all those loads inside you boy?” “Perfect.” “You know that those loads are special, don’t you boy? You know that even as you lay there trying to suck my cock inside your loose sloppy cunt that they are changing your life forever?” “Yes.” “You ready for another life changing load boy?” “Yes.” Chuck pressed forward with his cock sinking it slowly into my hole in one careful thrust. I exhaled with joy as the largest cock of the day worked its way into my cum lubed guts. It wasn’t that Chuck’s cock was the thickest and longest of all the men I had been fucked by that made this moment special though, it was him that made it special. He was the one who had started all of this, he was the one who had brought me to this moment and I longed for nothing more then to make him as happy as he had made me. I tensed my hole around his cock and then relaxed as he came at long last to rest hilt deep inside of me, milking his cock with my tender hole. He smiled and pulled back just as slowly. I was probably imagining it but I thought that I could feel every vein, every ridge, and contour of his cock as it slipped easily from my hole. Chuck pushed forward again slowly, working my hole open for his massive tool before he really plowed me. Cum frothed up around his dick as he churned up the loads of his friends inside my hole. “I can’t believe you’ve been masquerading as a top all this time, a hole like this is too good to waste it’s got to be bred.” He was starting to pick up the pace of his fucking, his eyes never leaving mine. “But we won’t waist that nice cock of yours either, Johnny’s already said he wants to be the one to milk the first load out of you tonight with his sweet sweet hole.” He slammed his cock into me hard a few times pulling out almost completely each time causing me to yelp with pleasure as his cock head crashed into my prostate. “Would you like that boy? Do you wanna breed Johnny’s tight hole?” “God yes. He’s so fucking hot.” “Good boy. You are doing so well,” he cooed as he pistoned his dick rapidly in and out of my hole,” When we first broke Johnny in he was crying before my dick even touched his hole, but not you. You’re just hungry for more aren’t you. Even my fat cock isn’t enough to satisfy you is it,” he stabbed the full length of his cock into me hard as if to punctuate his point. “I need to be fucked, I just need more cock. I don’t know why or what’s happened to me but I never wanna be without cock again.” I felt agitated, scared by my confession, but Chuck just smiled. “Don’t worry boy, we’ve just unlocked the cumslut in you. This was always who you were supposed to be not some bitchy top.” Somehow I knew he was right. “Please Chuck, give me your load; breed my ass; fill me with your spunk.” “You got it kid,” Chuck closed his eyes, lent forward, tightened his grip on my legs and began to fuck me even faster pounding a little harder and a little deeper with each stoke. Sweat sprung up upon his brow and his breathing become racked and uneven. It seemed as though every muscle in his body had tensed under his thick coat of dark hair, and his skin began to glisten with sweat. I could smell his powerful musk growing thicker in the air, over powering even the smell of frothing cum which had become so prevalent. He grunted like a wild animal and then with a powerful surge of energy that vibrated through my entire body he bottomed out in my well fucked cunt, tossed his head back and came. I felt his cock throbbing as ribbon after ribbon of warm sticky cum rocketed out of his fat mushroom head. He flooded my already overflowing guts with his massive load and I relished every second of it. As his orgasm subsided he collapsed forward on top of me his cock still lodge up my ass. I turned my head slightly and found his hairy sweaty pit in my face. I licked up and down it’s length tasting the sweet salty sweat that clung to the dark hairs, Chuck moaned as I swirled my tongue about. Very slowly he got up, his cock slipping from my hole leaving me feeling empty and longing to be filled by another cock. After a long moment of silence Chuck said, “Put your shorts on and grab the rest of your clothes, lets go down stairs and join the boys. I’m sure by now Johnny’s hole is nice and lubed up for you to breed and we’ll see what we can do about getting a few more cock over here to breed your sweet cunt before the night is through.” THE END.

I felt my hole twitch and a small glob of cum escape from my battered pucker as I looked at the man about to give me the fourth load of my life. 'I must be the luckiest bottom in the whole fucking world', I thought, and then paused for a moment surprising myself with how much my self identity had changed in the past two hours. I had gone from a total top who had been fucked safe once three years a go, to a bottom bitch, not just any bottom bitch but a bareback bottom bitch, and more then that a bareback bottom bitch for POZ cum. I studied Chad hungrily as he walked forward. He was taller then the others and a little thinner though still well built. He a look that I could only describe as Irish: bright red hair and beard with shocking green eyes and a healthy sprinkling of freckles across his face, chest, and arms. Ginger coloured fur grew across his chest and down his washboard abs in no real pattern just sort of everywhere. His cock was long and thick, probably just a little smaller then Chuck's, and certainly thinner then Keith’s beer can. Oh, and it was uncut. I stared at the pale flesh that covered the ruddy coloured head of his cock in wonderment as I had never seen an uncut cock in person and I wondered if it would feel different inside of me. He lifted a powerful arm to brush his hair back from his face as he knelt down between my legs exposing a thickly haired ginger pit. Had my soul not burned with lust for Chuck I probably would have given my self body and soul to Chad in that moment. He looked at me his green eyes sparkling with mischief and he directed my gaze to the underside of his left forearm where amidst the form of a twisting snake was the unmistakable biohazard mark. My heart quickened as he with one hand lifted my right leg onto his strong muscular shoulder and with the other aimed his cock at my well-fucked hole. He slid in easily but I still gasped as he bottomed out his ginger pubes coming to rest against my taint. “When we’re done with this sweet hole you’re gonna be knocked up for sure,” he said slowly withdrawing his cock, “and I’m sure glad you’re only going to be across the street. I love using Johnny’s hole but sometimes I’m just in the mood for something different and your furry little cunt is just the thing.” “Please fuck me. Please, breed my hole.” “Don’t worry boy. You’ll get the load you so badly need.” Chad closed his eyes and started to pound away at my hole. I had thought that Wes’s fucking had been merciless but that was nothing compared to this. Chad alternated between jack-hammering his cock into my now slackened hole and pulling his cock out till just the tip rested inside of me and slamming the full length back inside in one quick motion. I screamed out as his cock head repeatedly punched into my prostate. Repeatedly. He was destroying me and I loved every second of it. The room was thick with the stench of sweat and the sound of raw flesh slapping against flesh. My eyes were watering and my mouth was dry but my hole was alive with pleasure. I felt as though my whole body had vanished and nothing was left but that cock inside of me. My feelings and hunger for cock and cum had progressed I no longer just wanted his load but I needed it. I needed him to cum inside me, I needed his cock inside me, I needed to be fucked. “I’m gonna breed this sweet ass so fucking good,” Chad said, smiling at me, his face now covered with sweat. “You ready for another big load of cum, boy?” “Yes, please God give me your fucking load.” “Oh, fuck! I’m gonna cum!” Chad, just like Keith had, slammed balls deep inside of me, laying there on top of me as his cock jerked and twitched spurting it’s thick frothy treasure into my awaiting guts. The sent of man sex that wafted off of Chad’s body as he lay on top of me was astounding. I found myself wishing to stay there forever under him, but slowly his cock began to soften until at last he pulled his now soft cock out of my hole with a quite plop. Slowly Chad got up and I could see the other three standing in a ring around me all sporting wood again. “Why don’t you fella’s go down to my place and breed Johnny in the sling, I wanna take my time breeding this boy for the first time.”

My heart was pounding and my head was spinning. I knew what that symbol meant and I had just taken that man’s load, his POZ load. I had to get up, to get out of there, to get that man’s load out of my hole. “Keith you next and then Chad and I will finish the boy off,” Chuck said. I realized I hadn’t moved at all, frozen in shock and fear. Just as I made to put my legs down the youngest of the three men came forward, smiled at me just as Wes had done and got down on his knees. His lust was faster then my fear and before I could really think about anything other then the show of it all Keith had lined up his own meaty cock with my what must now be dripping hole and slid inside. Just as it had when Johnny had started fucking me, as soon and Keith’s cock brushed my prostate all of my panic and fear melted away. Even as my eyes drifted down from his strong handsome face to see the biohazard tattoo encircling his nipple I just felt the sweet euphoria of having a thick cock inside of me. “Man you’ve got a wet warm hole,” Keith said with a kind smile, his voice ringing with a slight touch of a southern drawl, “Gonna make me shoot fast. Wes did a good job of stretching you out normally boys cry the first time they take my beer can.” If I had to guess I would say Keith was probably around twenty-five, he still looked young but there was something experienced in his eyes. He kept is brown hair a little long and messy, that All-American towel dried look. His eyes were a clear sky blue and boyish. There was nothing boyish about the rest of him though. His chest and arms were thick masses of muscle the kind that came from playing sports and working hard on one’s body. In a way he reminded me of a grown up version of the footballer I used to breed in high school. Though I suppose this time the tables were reversed. A thick patch of hair grew in-between his massive pecks and around his light brown nipples and led to a rather extensive treasure trail which ended in a thick bush around his fat cock which was now pumping steadily in and out of my ass. He was not as pale as Johnny nor as olive as Wes but the warm golden brown that came just from being outside in the summer in the mid west. His cock was spreading me wider still then Wes, he hadn’t been kidding it ready did feel like he was shoving a beer can up my ass, and I loved it. “God you’re hole feels so good I’m getting close.” Keith breathed in a hushed voice, as though he didn’t want the others to hear. Then leading forward, burying his dick deep inside me he bent between my legs and kissed me hard on the mouth before moving to whisper in my ear, “I know you saw my tattoo, do you know what it means boy?” “Yes,” I whispered back. “You still want my load boy?” “Yes.” “Not that it matters at this point, you’ve already got two POZ loads lubing up my POZ cock in you.” My brain rushed for a second, and then out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of Johnny’s round peach fuzz covered ass where emblazoned on the left cheek was a yet another biohazard tattoo. I knew then that I had never had a chance. From the moment Chuck’s cock had entered my mouth I had been destine to take these POZ loads and there was nothing I could have done about it. “Tell me what you want boy.” “I want you to breed me. I want you to knock me up, to fill me with your load, to flood my guts with your cum. Please breed me.” “As you wish boy,” Keith bucked his cock hard a few times pulling me out of the trance I had fallen into during his long slow fucking of my hole, and buried his cock balls deep inside of me while his cock spurted his load inside of me. “Thank you,” I whimpered as his cum mixed with the other loads frothing inside of me. My body was shaking slightly as Keith pulled out and the last man I didn’t know stepped forward, this much be Chad.

My own cock throbbed though I felt no need to tend to it as Johnny pressed his long slender cock into my mouth. I soon felt his trimmed pubes against my nose and held firmly to his blond peach fuzz covered ass as I deep throated his cock. For a moment the top that I had once been resurfaced and I thought how hot Johnny’s perfectly pert round ass would look with a load dripping from his pink hole. My mind drifted to my own now cum filled hole and I felt a twitch as I imagined a small glob of Johnny’s cum escaping my slightly puckered hole, the hair around it matted down with sweat and ass juice. “Alright Wes,” Chuck said, “Why don’t you show this boy what it’s like to get fucked by a real man and give him another load he’ll never forget.” Wes… I wondered for a moment which one of the three men that was, and then I realized I didn’t care. I wanted all three of them, in fact I didn’t really even care if I ever saw which one was which so long as their cock ended up in my hole. I let go of Johnny’s ass cheeks and grabbed my own ankles some what awkwardly as Johnny was still squatting over me slightly with his cock down my throat. A rustling told me that Wes was getting into position, and then I felt rough hands on my thighs pushing my legs forward lifting my ass up. A glob of warm spit fell onto my hole and then I once more felt the unmistakable pressure of a cock head pressing against my sphincter. I moaned around Johnny’s dick, which had become fully hard again in my mouth and from his breath I guessed was well on his way to shooting his second load, as Wes buried his cock in my hole in one long slow stroke. He was obviously thicker then Johnny but perhaps not as long, certainly not as big as Chuck. Still I could feel my hole quivering around his cock as it sank inside of me, stretching me wider then I ever have been before. Just as he bottomed out in me and I felt the scratch of his pubes on my taint Johnny stuffed his whole cock down my throat and let out a long low moan as he shot his second in my mouth. Greedily I swallowed every drop before he slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth. “Get the hell out the way boy,” Wes said in a rough voice, pushing Johnny off of me, “I wanna look in this boy’s eyes when I breed him, that way he’ll always remember this load.” With Johnny out of the way I took stock of the man who was now balls deep in my hole. I was not disappointed. He was certainly the oldest of the men assembled with flecks of gray starting to creep into his jet-black hair at the temples. It looked as though he had probably shaved that morning but his beard was already returning with a vengeance, his skin a golden olive colour I guessed he was probably Italian or Greek. He stared down at me with dark hazel eyes as he slowly began to withdraw his cock from my ass, the thin lines at the sides of his eyes deepened as his face spit with a wide toothy smile. “You like that cock, don’t you boy.” “Yes.” “Yes, what?” “Yes…Sir,” I don’t know why but calling this man Sir just seemed to be the right thing to do. He smiled a little broader and said, “That’s right boy,” and sank his cock back into me. I could see that he didn’t have a condom on, I don’t know why I thought he would be different as he was using another guy’s load as lube. I didn’t care though, his cock splitting my hole wide felt too damn good to care about anything like that. His rough hands held my legs pinned to either side of my chest, bringing his torso over mine so that he could look directly down into my eyes. His body so close to mine my nostrils were filled with his rich manly smell and something else that it took me a moment to place… cum. Wes started to pick up the pace, pulling almost his entire cock from my ass with each stroke. Sweat began to glisten on his chest and occasionally drip down onto me. The steady sound of skin slapping on skin, and the wet squelsh of my quickly widening hole filled the room. I began to sweat myself, panting with each thrust of Wes’s fat cock. I knew what I must look like, I had seen bottoms in this place of ecstasy before, their faces contorted with what could be mistaken for pain, their eyes rolling into the back of their heads, their cock hard but completely forgotten. It was the look of a bitch in heat, a look that bottoms only got when they truly gave themselves over to be fucked without caring for their own release at all. For a bottom like the one I had become, in that moment the release was feeling a top shoot his load, and nothing else was needed. “Fuck my ass,” I whimpered between moans, “Fucking plow me.” “I’m getting close kid,” Wes growled, never slowing down, “I’m going to breed your ass so good that I’m going to stay with you forever. Do you want that boy, do you want my load in you forever?” “Yes, breed me,” I panted, at the time not realizing the significance of what I said, “Fill me with your cum, lube up my ass for your friends.” “Take my fucking load, you slut!” Wes didn’t stop fucking as he came, in fact he slammed his cock into me harder then he had ever before six or eight more times. I could feel his load filling me more and more until just when I was wondering how he could possibly be going he stopped and held perfectly still with his throbbing cock halfway into my ass. His whole body was shaking just slightly and a wicked gin was spreading across his face. “Next,” he said pulling out and getting up. It was only then when he stood again that I noticed the tattoo on his bicep, a bio hazard symbol.

I happily took his cock down my throat again, and now being somewhat distracted my hole loosened up even quicker for Chuck. I gasped around his cock when I felt his tongue slid easily into my hole and then back out again only to be quickly replaced by a spit lubed finger. As I chocked down his cock Chuck worked a single tick finger into my tight hole, his tongue working around it adding more lube, persuading my hole to open wider still for him. I was groaning more and more as Chuck worked my hole loose and as he began to press a second finger against my spit slicked pucker he let his cock slip from my mouth and spring forward so that his balls were resting just above my face. Normally I would have gobbled up his balls happily but I was lost in the ecstasy of the invading fingers and roaming tongue, my eyes were shut and my mouth hung open as I panted and grunted. Suddenly I could hear voices down the hall and I wondered for a moment why I could hear them so clearly before I remembered that we had never closed the door to the apartment. In a moment of self-consciousness I tried to muffle my groans but Chuck seemed unconcerned and continued to noisily work my hole with his fingers and tongue. The pressure on my hole increased as Chuck pressed another spit slicked finger against my hole, steadily working it in along side the two he was already twisting around in my hole. Despite my tying to keep it down so as not to be over heard in by whoever was in the hallway I let out a loud gasp and then grunted with a form of pleasure I had never imagined before as his finger suddenly popped inside of me. Chuck chuckled slightly at my ecstatic moaning and began to twist his fingers in and out of my hole spreading them apart as he did so. I had never imagined that this was the joy that the boys I had been fucking were feeling as I had invaded their holes. If it always felt this good I was likely to never top again. “You ready for some cock boy?” Chuck asked, thrusting his fingers knuckle deep into my hole. “Yes, please fuck me with your big cock,” I moaned, feeling my ass twitch around his thick digits. “Oh no boy, you’re not ready for my cock, and besides my cock comes with a little something extra. I want your hole to last a good long while so let's start you off with something a little easier to deal with - like Johnny.” I was confused for a long moment before I heard clothes being shucked and someone moving towards where Chuck had me pinned with my ass in the air on the floor. I could see nothing but Chuck's broad, round, meaty, hair covered ass cheeks and his dark fur rimmed pucker, but I sensed someone else close to my ass as Chuck withdrew his fingers from my hole. Chuck then held my ass open with both hands, and I distinctly remember my hole felt disturbingly empty and open to the air as I waited for god knows what to happen. Then I felt it: the warm tender firmness of a hard cock head pressing against my well slicked and primed hole. My brain screamed with panic. A guy who I couldn’t even see was sliding his cock into my hole, bare I guessed, and I was powerless to do anything about it as I was being held down by the massive Adonis who had seduced me. Just as I started to thrash around in an attempt to break free, the invading cock brushed against my prostate. It seemed as if an electric shock had passed through my entire body. I froze, all the fight gone out of me. All I wanted was for it to happen again. The guy, who’s name I guess was Johnny from what Chuck had said, obliged me without even having been asked. He slid his cock back so that just the head was inside me hole and then plunged down again this time brushing more forcefully against my prostate. I let out the same sort of guttural moan I had when Chuck’s third finger had popped into my hole and I pushed back on the stranger's invading cock, endeavoring to press him against that tender spot again. Johnny was certainly an experienced top. With each stroke his cock head pushed more and more forcefully into my prostate. My groans quickly turned to a constant stream of moans and before long I was muttering “Fuck me, please fuck my ass.” I had transformed into a total bottom and I still could not see who was fucking me. Chuck still squatted over me holding my legs apart as Johnny fucked me. Every once in a while Chuck would mutter encouragement to Johnny telling him to "Use his ass good,” and "Get him ready for a long night of fucking.” I could feel Johnny picking up speed, his thrusts becoming deeper and more erratic. I knew what was coming: he was getting close. I had felt those signs enough times myself, the tingling in the balls as they slowly tightened up closer to one’s body, the waves of pleasure that crashed over one’s cock head and radiated throughout the rest of ones body making it difficult to control the thrusting, all leading up to that moment when… he slammed his cock into me harder then he had done yet and balls deep in my hole began to unload his balls. “Lube him up good,” Chuck encouraged as Johnny panted and his body shook with the force of his orgasm. I could feel his cock pulsing inside my ass, and his warm sticky load filling up my innards answered my question about condoms. He was breeding me. It must have been quite some time sense Johnny had last gotten off judging by the size of the load he dumped in my hole; or, perhaps I was simply over whelmed at the sensation of being bred for the first time. Whichever the reason was it took what seemed a full two minutes before Johnny withdrew his cock from my now squishy hole. “Nice job Johnny,” said Chuck siding a finger into my hole with ease, “got him really lubed up here for the rest of us.” He withdrew the finger, “You wanna see who just bred your hole so expertly boy?” “Yes please,” I said breathlessly. Slowly Chuck let my legs down and then stood up himself swinging his legs over me till he stood next to where I now lay on the floor. There in the doorway stood a guy, completely naked, probably not more then a year older then me, with a slightly on the thin side but certainly long dick, smiling sheepishly at me. He had a strong muscular frame, large pink nipples that stood out from his pale skin, short-cropped blond hair and a boyishly handsome face. “Johnny here lives next door and is the bottom bitch for Chad who’s the super there. He doesn’t get to top very often and we thought lubing you up for some man cock would be a nice treat for him. Chad likes his boys little more hairless then I do but he’s still a sexy fucker,” Chuck walked over to Johnny and tweaked one of his protruding nipples, Johnny jumped a little but smiled. “You know this kid is also an brilliant cock sucker, why don’t you let him clean your cock off Johnny while we see if we can’t work one of these thick man cocks we have waiting into the hole you so kindly lubed up for us.” It was only then that I noticed the three other men standing just beyond the doorway. I only got a momentarily glimpse of them before Johnny was sitting on my chest feeding his cock down my accommodating throat, but from what I could see they were all naked, all tall and powerful looking, ranging in ages for late twenties to earlier forties, and all had massive veiny cocks that made my mouth water and my hole twitch.

My junior year of college I decided that I had had enough of dorm life and struck out on my own to find an apartment. My parents said that they would pay for it as long as it didn’t cost more then the dorms. Now the dorms at my university weren’t cheap but they weren’t really as expensive as the cost of an apartment, so my choices were limited. After scouring the newspaper and craigslist I found three that were within my extremely small budget and were close enough to school to not make the commute impossible, so, a couple of weeks before school started, I went on a quest to find an apartment. I suppose that I should tell you a little something about myself before we go on too far. I had just turned twenty-one, and has spent a good amount of time the year before working off the last vestiges of my slightly pudgy teen age self and now sported a thin lean build that I was rather proud of. Also in the past year, weather it was due to some hormone increase from working out or my genetics finally decided that it was that time in my development, I had grown a fairly reasonable pelt of hair across my tight pecks and my now firm round bubble butt had a healthy growth of hair across both cheeks and down my crack. What I was most proud of all though was that my cock had thickened and lengthened slightly making it now an exact seven inches long and just about six and a half around. The boys I met at parties and bent over back in their rooms or in the bathroom of the party certainly enjoyed my quickly evolving meat. August in the Midwest is unreasonably hot, so when I went began my quest, upon entering the first place I quickly shucked my button down shirt and walked wearing a wife-beater and tight jean shorts, even as I could feel the sweat still running down my back. An old woman showed me around a dingy little flat in the basement of a small three-story apartment building. It was certainly not what was advertised in the paper but I knew people always exaggerated in those things. I thanked her for her time and said that I would be in touch, praying that the other two apartments were better. The second place I was looking was about a ten minute walk away, but by the time I had gotten there my shirt was soaked through with sweat and I was sure that I stunk to high heaven. Feeling rather dejected after my first viewing I knocked on the door to apartment 1A, which through my correspondence with the poster on Craigslist I had learned was the apartment of the super. The door opened and there stood the single most attractive man I had ever seen in my life. Normally I was only attracted to guys my own age but this man destroyed all of that. He stood at about six foot three inches, which put him about six inches taller than was I. He had a broad powerful chest, thick muscle knotted arms, and a handsome bearded face that made my knees weak. He wore no shirt and his carpenter pants were slung so low on his hips that I could see the tops of his thick bush of pubes over the waistband. I stared at his strong hair covered chest admiring the dark fur that covered his whole torso for a long moment, before managing to blurt out that I was here to see the apartment. The man chuckled and said in a deep voice that resonated in my chest “I’m Chuck, the guy you emailed. Nice to meet you, guy. Sorry, what was your name again?” “Duncan,” I replied, possibly a little too quickly. “Well do you wanna see the place or just stand here in the hallway,” he said turning away from me for a moment. He grabbed a shirt from just beyond where I could see into his apartment and a set of keys off a hook before stepping forward into the hallway. I stepped back quickly allowing him to pull his own door closed before leading the way down the hallway to the stairs tugging the flannel shirt of as he walked. As we walked towards the stairs Chuck made idle conversation with me about school, asking I was studying - just filling the silence, as he lead the way up three flights of stairs and then all the way down the top floor to the last door on the right. He unlocked the door and gestured for me to go inside. It was a much nicer apartment then the last one I saw. The living room was small but had a large window that allowed sunlight to stream into the tiny space. The little kitchen was outdated but usable and the although the bedroom would fit little more then a bed and a dresser, I liked the place. Chuck showed me around and though I tried to listen I kept finding my gaze wandering to the patch of his chest that was still visible as he never buttoned the shirt he put on, or down to where his pubes were coming out over his pants wondering what the pale jeans were hiding. “So you like it kid?” “Yeah, I think it’s great.” “Good,” Chuck stopped his tour of the little apartment and turned to look at me for a long moment before smiling and saying, “But I think there’s more on your mind the just the apartment right now isn’t there?” “What?” “You can’t keep your eyes off my cock boy, I’ve seen you looking.” “Shit, I’m sorry.” I stammered embarrassed beyond belief at being caught, “I’ll go, sorry for the trouble.” “Go? What the fuck kid, no get back here.” “Okay.” “You gay, kid?” “Yeah. Is that a problem?” “Not at all, make this step a little easier.” “What?” “My last slut just graduated and I’m in need of a new one.” He grabbed at his dick through his jeans and I could see the outline now of a fat powerful cock. “So,” he said dropping his shirt on the floor, “If you’re a good boy then I’ll cut you a deal on your rent, and if you’re a really good boy then there is no rent.” He had started walking closer to me, closing the small gap between us in the tiny bedroom. I could smell him now the intoxicating scent of man wafting over me as I found myself close enough to touch his amazing chest. “You interested in that deal?” “Yes,” I breathed. Somehow feeling that if I spoke too loudly I would wake myself from the incredibly hot dream I was convinced I was having. “Kiss my chest.” I hesitated for a moment and then leaned forward and kissed one of his pink fur rimmed nipples. “Good boy. Now get on your knees.” Normally I was the one who told boys to get on their knees, but with this man all of my wishes, dreams, aspirations, wants, desires or need to be a top flew out of my head. All that I wanted was to serve this massive hulk of a man. I sank to my knees without hesitation. Chuck placed one hand on my head ruffling my hair while with the other he undid his pants allowing them to fall to the ground, his cock springing up almost hitting me in the face. Just as befit a man of his perfection he had a thick heavily veined cock that had to be at least eight maybe eight and a half inches long. The hand that rested upon my head guided me forward till his cock head pressed against my mouth and I opened wide taking as much of him inside me as I could. He grunted out his appreciation as I began to work at swallowing him substantial meat, greedily working his mushroom head past my tonsils. After bobbing back and forth and gagging several times I felt his balls come to rest on my chin for a moment before the lack of air cause my body to pull back involuntarily. I felt a powerful rush of accomplishment, I loved feeling his dark dense pubes around my nose and sensing the weight of his low hanging balls against my chin. I dove forward again swallowing his meat once more and eliciting from Chuck a sudden gasp of pleasure as his cock slid down my throat. Despite being almost a total top I had always loved sucking cock, and had gotten a good deal of practice in high school when I was fucking the captain of the football team who it turned out was a big dicked bottom who loved nothing more then to have a load blown up his hole then get his cock sucked till he came. He had been getting bred the quarter back sense our freshmen year but when he got a peak at my even then fat cock at the start of our senior year I spent the rest of the year honing my pounding skills and cocking on his knob. My hands found their way to Chuck strong ass, and I was unsurprised when I felt still more thick dense hair between my fingers as I pulled his hips closer to my face. I breather in his scent as I worshiped his dick, my own cock now hard as a rock forgotten in my shorts. “Jesus Christ kid,” Chuck gasped after a long while, “any more like that and I’m going to blow my load down your throat instead of where it belongs.” He pulled me off of his cock and tilted my head up so that I was looking at his face, losing myself in his deep blue eyes. “Strip.” I pulled my sweat soaked wife-beater off and tossed it and the button down I had tied around my waist off to the side and then after kicking off my shoes shimmied off my shorts and underpants so that I was now kneeling at the feet of this Adonis completely naked my tight swimmers body exposed for him to judge. He smiled. “Get on your hands and knees and face away from me,” were his next set of instructions. I obeyed hastily. Chuck got down on behind me and lent forward, his hand gripping my ass cheeks firmly and then I felt his rough beard on brushing against my spread ass crack just before his wet warm tongue found my hole. I moaned loudly and arched my back pushing my ass back at Chuck’s invading tongue. “What a hungry hole! When did you last get fucked, boy?” “Back in high school like three years ago,” I answered truthfully. I hadn’t gotten fucked since the quarterback of the football team took out his revenge on my ass for stealing his bottom bitch away. “You haven’t had sex in three years?” “No, it’s just that I’m normally a top.” “Well shit then, you’re tight hole is in need of a good plowing.” He dove back in, his tongue swirling around my hole occasionally pressing against my still resistant sphincter. Waves of pleasure crashed over me causing my body to slowly relax to melt into him, and I felt my hole slowly opening for him. Chuck sensed my hole relaxing as well and he redoubled his efforts to slip his tongue inside my almost virginal hole. After a rim job like this, I thought, I might never top again. I heard a rustling behind me and then Chuck stopped devouring my hole, though one of his hands still remained on my ass cheek spreading my crack wide. I heard several clicks and looked back to see and iPhone in chuck’s hand. “What are you doing,” I asked, not upset really just curious. For some reason I felt like this man, who I had just met, would never do anything bad to me. “Sending some pics of your sweet hole to a few guys I know close by who can help me really give your hole the plowing it needs today.” With that Chuck knocked me to the side so that I rolled over onto my back, spun me round, grabbed my ankles, and as he went back to devouring my now upturned hole stuffed his cock back down my throat.

He had a strong jaw line with a the beginnings of beard shadow beginning to form, medium brown hair, sharp green eyes and a broad muscular frame. Despite the obvious power of his muscular arms he lacked the definition that came with manhood, his soon to be hulking form still soft and a little boyish. There was however nothing boyish about the stench of sweat that pored off of him as he pulled his wife beater off to reveal his broad tan chest and stomach. Sprouting up from his shorts grew a thick and enticing line of hair that hinted at the man he was soon to become, and in the center of his chest a thin patch of hair had started to from. As he walked closer he kicked off his shoes, pulled of his socks and dropped his shorts, deftly kicking them off to the side. He closed the last few feet of distance to where I knelt on my bedroom floor, cum dripping from my gaping and over flowing ass, in only his sweat-stained jockstrap. This guy may have only been just 18 but he was already a filthy fucker, his meaty cock strained against the thin yellowing fabric of his jock. He pulled his jock to the side allowing his already throbbing cock to spring forward and after smacking me in the face with it a few time he said, “Get that cock down your throat faggot.” I could taste sweat on his shaft as I desperately strained my jaw to accommodate his substantial girth. Slowly I worked his shaft into my mouth, slurping away at his meat as he moaned. “Man, faggots always suck cock better then chicks,” he said, “I gotta get in that sloppy hole though. Show me that cum dump hole.” Without hesitation I pulled off of his cock and presented my cum filled hole to him. “Yeah, that’s gonna feel good wrapped around my cock,” he said rubbing his cock up and down my slick crack. He only teased my hole for a moment though before slamming his whole length and girth into me. Had I not already been so well lubed with cum I would never have been able to take him as quickly as I did but as it was he slid home and started to jack rabbit away like the over excited 18-year-old that he was. “You want me to blow my load in your hole faggot?” “Yes please!” “Dump my jock boy load in your faggot cunt?” “Yes, breed my cunt.” “Oh: I will faggot, don’t you worry.” He held onto my hips and bucked deep and hard every time. The apartment was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and now the stench of sweat and cum was becoming even more overwhelming. “I’m gonna fill your sweet hole with my load boy, shit,” he panted, “Gonna save your number too and whenever I cant get a bitch to take my cock I’ll come use your faggot ass. Oh, shit. I’m not gonna last. Here comes my load fag.” The jock held his cock just inside my hole with only the head left within my sphincter, he cock throbbing as he slot volley after volley of cum into my already filled and slackened hole. “Fuck, your hole is so warm and even after taking so many cocks feel nice and tight against my cock. Whoever fucked your cunt first today must have had the sweetest hole ever. I’m coming back for more another day.” Then he got dressed again, and left. My phone chirped.

My phone dinged and I looked over to see a new text from the high school jock glowing on the screen, “be there in fifteen,” it read. “Text from your next cock?” The man slowly fucking my ass asked. “Yeah,” I replied rather sheepishly. “Send him the same think you sent me, I should be finishing up by then.” I grabbed my phone and started typing as the cum filled bottom I had invited over began to pound away at my hole, “Man your cunt is so warm and loose, I’m not going to last long at all.” My phone buzzed again, “When was your last cock?” “Send him a selfie where you can see me breeding your hole over your shoulder.” I flicked the camera button and then aimed the selfie to show the thin lean blonde behind me and my mouth hung open in please and lust. Without thinking any more about it, I sent the pic. “Is that right now?” was the response. “Yes.” “You are a faggot cum dump, you’re gonna love my four day load and fat jock cock.” It was almost hard to read my phone, my hole body was being rocked forward and back with increasing ferocity of the fucking I was getting. He hadn’t been kidding, he wasn’t going to last long already he was growling and panting as he thrust harder and harder into me. “Fuck, I’m getting close,” he cried. “Parking,” my phone chirped. “From one bottom bitch to another, take my fucking load.” The blonde bottom slammed his long thin cock into me and began pumping shot after shot of cum into my already over filled hole. He must have been edging all night from the size of the load he dumped in me. I could feel the excess oozing out around his cock. I head the door open cautiously and then someone step inside the apartment and close the door quickly. “That’s just what I needed, shit man. He’s all yours kid.” I felt the cock slide from my hole and the body of the blonde move away. I looked over my shoulder to see the high school football star standing in the doorway to the bedroom with a wicked smile on his face.

I just lay on the floor covered in sweat and cum wondering for a moment what the hell I had become. Cum oozed from my fuck-battered hole and as I stood up to walk back into my bedroom a few globs ran down the inside of my legs. Though I was tired and shaky and my hole felt used and slack my cock was still hard as a rock and the itch that burned inside of me had barely begun to subside, I wanted more. I picked up my phone and found another message from the guy waiting for later, but no other new messages. My email turned out to be more fruitful, there were four emails from guys all looking to breed my hole. One message was from a guy who had been taking loads all night and said he was ready to return the favor. Another was from a closeted eighteen year old high school senior who wanted to “use a faggot’s cunt good” and the last was from a discrete bi married guy looking for a little fun on the side. They all included pictures with their messages. The first guy was a slim older guy maybe in his late thirties with what looked like a fairly average sized cock, but the idea of a guy with a bunch of loads dripping out of him using my own load filled hole got my cock twitching so I sent him my address. The eighteen-year-old included three photos all with his face blurred out; he first was of him on the beach with some girl, he had a board frame and a few sproutings of hair on his muscular chest, he looked like quite the alpha male in the making; the next picture was of him in a football uniform his board shoulders filling out the pads nicely; and the last one was of a thick meaty looking cock with a wide flared mushroom head capping off the wide veined shaft. The last guy sent only one picture; a mirror shot with no face in it of a man in probably his mid forties with a bit of a gut but a beer can thick cock. Suddenly over come by lust I sent the same message to all three of them “Had three guys breed my hole already today and the last one dumped several massive loads. Door is unlocked and my hole is ready for breeding, text when close,” and provided them all three with my address and phone number. The first guy to respond was the other bottom who had been taking loads all night, his text said, “be there in ten, be on all fours with your cumy hole pointing towards the door.” A few moments after that I got a message from the jock saying he could be there in about an hour if I didn’t mind him coming right from football practice. I told him that was fine to just come right over. As I sent of my response to the high school jock my phone buzzed again with a message from the cum filled bottom telling me he had just parked his car and was on his way up. I opened my bedroom door all the way so that you could see the bed when you opened the front door and bent over the bed holding my cheeks spread apart with my hands my face buried in the bed. I heard the door open and close but didn’t move from where I was, not ever to look over my shoulder to see the face of the man standing behind me. “Damn,” he said in a soft voice, “that’s a hot fucking stretched out college boy hole all spread open and ready for me to breed.” I felt his hands on my ass spreading my cheeks as well, and then his mouth found my hole. I groaned into the mattress as he tongued my dripping cunt, lapping up the cum I felt certain my be dripping out of me. The tonguing didn’t last long before he announced, “I’ve gotta dump my load in this sweet hole,” and without further ado he stood up, dropped his pants and buried his cock in my loose swollen hole.

Part 6 Tony’s first load frothed around Chris’ cock as he slammed his massive girth into my hole over and over again. My hole felt stretched but at the same time gloriously open, I could feel my ass lips clinging to his cock as he withdrew each time, I could feel his mushroom head massaging my intestines and it penetrated their previously unexplored depths. As Chris’ onslaught picked up its pace I found myself reduced to a whimpering writhing slut bottom, begging him over and over again to fuck me and give me his load. This only spurred Chris on, and he began to pull on the chains of the sling causing it to rock in such a way that the back swing of the sling met with his forward thrust each time ramming his cock into me even harder. I head the voices of men around me calling encouragements to Chris goading him on, telling him to destroy my hole. I had been part of the crowds before, cheering on a fellow top as I waited for my turn at some sluts dripping hole, and now here I was the dripping slut. My cock throbbed and my hole pulsed. “Yeah boy mike my cock.” Even as I felt my hole growing slacker from the constant pounding, blossoming around Chris’ impossibly thick cock I could see the crowd that was forming around me pressing in till soon a cock was pressed against my mouth. Greedily I began to suck on the cock I had been presented with, milking it for all I was worth. Chris began to growl as he hammered away at my hole; his thrusting becoming more and more erratic till finally he practically shouted, “Take my fucking load boy,” and slammed in balls deep as his cock began to rocket ropes of cum into my abused hole. After a few moments of recuperation Chris withdrew his cock but before I could miss it another took it’s place. So it went on for the next few hours, cock after cock was stuffed up my ass and down my throat. As soon as I thought it was over another cock would be pressed into my loose dripping sloppy hole. I had become the bottom I had always coveted. I have no idea how many loads I took or how many guys fucked me that night. The blonde next to me said that he thought it had to be close to forty guys and quite a few more loads then that sense most of them went at least twice. When I finally got home that morning, cum was still running down my legs from my gaping battered and bruised hole as I fell face first into my bed. I wreaked of sweat, sex, and cum and I was utterly satisfied and it was perfectly clear that I would never be a top again. I had found my place as a bottom slut and I was overjoyed to have found my place at last.

Part 5 Chris was a tall gray haired thickly built guy who I had seen a few times before at the baths. The thought of his beer can thick cock made my hole twitch and as it twitched I felt the wet warm load slowly dripping out. I clenched my ass tight not wanting to lose a drop, wanting desperately to keep it as lube for Chris’s massive cock. “Hell yes,” I head Chris respond, and turned my head to see where the voice was coming from. I watched Chris pull his cock from one of the other bottoms in the slings and walk over. I had never thought about how hot Chris was until this moment, before when we were both tops he didn’t much matter, but now that my hole was primed with a load and ready for his cock to stretch me further and further he looked like the god of all Daddies. His cock swung from side to side in front of him slightly as he walked over to me, ass juice glistening on the broad mushroom head from the hole he had just been fucking. He smiled at me, hunger burning in his eyes. “Fuck,” Chris said turning to Tony, “Thought this boy was a top only how did you finally get inside his hairy little fuck hole?” “Flipped him on his back and eat his cunt out till he begged for my cock.” Something about having these two stunning men talk about me as if I wasn’t even there turned me on even more and my hole gave another powerful twitch. Tony stepped closer and ran his hand across my sweaty cum covered crack. As his fingers touched my hole he pressed gently on my hole and I willingly opened my hole to take four of his fingers inside me. “And now,” Tony added, twisting his fingers around inside my hole, “This total top’s been turned into a nice loose open fuck hole cum dump ready for breeding.” “I’m going to enjoy stretching out his hole even further.” Tony pulled his fingers from my hole with a soft plop, and Chris stepped up between my legs a wicked smile on his face. His thick mushroom head pressed against my hole and after a few long moments steadily began to stretch my hole wider and wider as it sunk inside me. My heart quickened with lust and my stomach jumped into my throat as I felt him slide with only a little discomfort balls deep inside of me. Chris groaned as he sank deeper and deeper inside of me his smile widening clearly enjoying my warm cummy hole. “How old are you kid,” he asked as his balls came to rest on my ass. “Twenty-four,” I moaned in reply. “And tonight’s the first time you’ve been fucked?” “Yes.” “Jesus you’ve been waiting this sweet cunt. You should have been on your back with your legs spread for cock sense you turned eighteen. That’s alright though, we’ll just have to get you bred extra to make up for lost time.” Chris started to pump his cock in and out of me slowly. “You would like that wouldn’t you boy, you want a load from every top in the bathhouse willing to give you one?” “God yes. Please fuck me! I need more cock.” The words surprised me even as they came out of my mouth but at the same time I knew they were true. At that point I wasn’t sure I would ever want to top again, my whole world was centered around the overwhelming extract of having my ass stretched and penetrated by tick meaty cocks.

Part 4 Tony was much more gentle with me then I had been with the blonde who was taking yet another cock in the sling next to me. He slid his cock slowly but steadily in and out my hole making sure I felt every inch sliding through my recently virginal hole occasionally flexing his did as it reached one of the extremes causing me to whimper like a bitch in heat. My hole burned as it stretched to accommodate his cock but there was pleasure there too, and a hunger that could not be denied; and as he slowly built up the pace the pain ebbed away and all that was left was the pleasure. “For a total top boy, you’re sure handling my cock well for your first time.” “Thank you.” “But now it’s time for the real fucking.” He grabbed hold of the chains for the sling and slammed his cock balls deep into me. I cried out in lust and joy. From my left I heard the blonde boy giggle and call some sort of encouragement to Tony even as he was being emailed on another cock. I looked up into the mirror above me and saw Tony’s fat cock vanishing into my hole over and over again my sphincter clinging to his cock as he pulled out. I couldn’t believe how good it felt, I wanted him to never stop. I had been horny before but this was different, being horny is being in need of a release this was a hunger a hunger for something I had never craved before: cum. “Fuck me, oh Jesus fuck me,” I cried as his cock hammered in and out of my hole. Sweat dripped from Tony’s muscular hair covered torso on to mine and I felt my eyes rolling in to the back of my head. “You ready for my load boy?” “Yes, fill my hole with your cum!” “Good answer.” Tony sank his cock balls deep in me once more and held fast to my hips as he grunted and his cock bucked inside of me spraying his load all over my guts. I could feel his cock pumping inside of me emptying his balls. My hole was flooded with a magical warmth that I never wanted to be without again. I was no longer a top, hell I wasn’t sure in that moment that I was even versatile, for that night at least I was a bottom. As he slid his cock from my hole my mind was consumed with one though: I need more cock. Four thick fingers were quickly slid into my hole, replacing Tony’s cock. He smiled as he twisted them around in my now wide-open hole. “ How do you feel boy?” “Amazing.” “How does your hole feel?” “I never thought it could feel this good.” “And my load?” “Perfect.” “You want more cock don’t you boy? You want to spend the night like this little bitch take load after load in your stretched out cunt?” “Yes.” “Right answer. He Chris, wanna try out my new fuck hole?”

Part 3 Without pulling his finger form my tight hole, Tony used his free hand to pull me to a standing position and pull me away from the blonde bottom till my cock slid from his wet hole with a soft squelshing sound. He guided me to the empty sling next to the blonde and in one swift movement pulled his fingers from my hole and tossed me into the sling. Suddenly I found myself, a total top, naked staring down at myself in the mirrored ceiling of the sling room with my legs spread and a massively built gruff looking man sliding two of his spit slicked fingers into my hole. I moaned as his two fingers made their way into my hole and again the phrase, “but I’m a top,” died on my lips in a whimper as my ass steadily stretched to accommodate Tony’s invading digits. For a long while he worked those two fingers in and of my hole while he licked around them, swirling the thick dark hair that surrounded my pucker around with his tongue. I looked over at the blonde boy next to me a guy of around forty with powerful arms and legs and a bit of a beer gut was pounding the boy harder then I could ever have dreamed to fuck him. His eyes were steadily rolling back in his head with each thrust. A scream burst past my lips as a third finger was pressed inside my hole, but weather it was in pain or ecstasy even I wasn’t sure. As my hole stretched to allow for this new invasion I panted like a bitch in heat. A fire was growing with in my hole, a fire that I felt certain could only be quenched by one thing, a cock. I experienced a thought that I never had before: I wanted to get fucked. I wanted Tony to pull his cock out from his jockstrap and slam it into my hole. I wanted him to use my ass as I had used so many bottoms before myself. “Fuck me,” I whispered. “What was that boy?” “Fuck me,” I said a little louder. “What?” “Fuck me, please,” I said louder still. “I can’t hear you.” “Fuck me! I want you to fuck me,” I practically screamed. “You understand that once I get my cock inside of you I will not pull out? Once I start fucking your sweet furry boy hole I will breed you?” “Fucking breed my hole!” “Definitely not a top now.” Tony stood up and smirked at me, he made a show of sliding his jock down till his cock sprang free of the fabric. Seeing it sticking straight out hard as a rock I couldn’t imagine how the thin white jock had held the hairy beast’s massive member. I groaned as I stared at his throbbing cock imagining how my stretched out hole would feel as he penetrated where no man had ever penetrated before. His thick cock head brushed against my hole and I gasped, my heart pounding in anticipation. Was this how the bottoms I had fucked felt? I hoped so. He rubbed his cock along my crack allowing it to snag a little more on my hole each time till finally his cock head popped inside of my ass. My hole spasmed around his cock as he steadily sank the rest of his girthy nine inch cock inside of me. I just moaned.

Part 2 I could feel the man’s chest hair against my back, and a considerable bulge nestling between my flexing ass cheeks, he kissed my neck. “You enjoying my boy’s hole?” “He’s got a sweet ass,” I replied as I continued to pound the blonde mercilessly. The man moved his hands from my hips to tweak my nipples as he whispered in my ear, “Two weeks ago this hot bottom was a condoms only bitch, now he’s begging for loads. You know what did that?” “What?” “One thick load from my cock.” He pulled me tight to him and used his hand to turn my face to the side. I caught a glimpse of a strong handsome scruffy face before he planted a rough kiss on my lips. I kissed him back. One of his hands remained at my chin keeping my face turned to his as the other roved over my young furry body, and all the while I kept pounding my meat into the whimpering bottom before me. Eventually his hands returned to my hips and he broke away from the kiss. I studied his dark eyes and strong jaw as best I could looking over my shoulder. “Don’t cum in him yet,” he commanded, “I want to make sure you give him a nice big load.” With that he sunk to his knees behind me and his hands moved from my hips to my ass. As I continued to fuck his boy he spread my ass cheeks a little and licked up my crack. Though I was strictly a top at the time I had been rimmed a few times before and I knew that it felt amazing. Maybe that’s why I let him spread my ass and start working my hole open as only a top can, or perhaps it was because this man seemed to for some reason give off an air that made you want to please him. I bottomed out in the boy and leaned forward allowing him to spread my cheeks a little further and as I rocked my cock of the bottom I felt his tongue for the first time slip past my sphincter. Noting had ever been up my ass not even my little finger, and so I gasped with astonishment as I felt this man’s tongue dart inside of me for moment. I had always thought that it would hurt to have something inside of my ass but the tip of his tongue had felt like heaven, it was intoxicating. I slowed down my fucking of the blonde still impaled on my cock and stuck my ass out a little further allowing the man behind me better access to my hole. He gripped my ass cheeks tightly and spread my hole, his tongue making more and more regular forays into my hole. I whimpered. His tongue felt so good pressing into my hole, I acted on instinct not knowing the change that was coming over me as I let go of the sling chains and grabbed my own ass cheeks trying give the mad kneeling behind me still better access. The bottom I was now practically laying on top of with my cock still buried in his cum dripping hole smiled at me and leaned up a little bit to kiss me. “Tony eats ass better then anyone, doesn’t he?” I just gasped in response as something new pressed against my hole. The bottom wrapped his arms around me pulling me tight to his smooth chest as I felt my hole being further invaded, the mad behind me was sliding his index finger inside of my virgin hole. The words “I’m a top,” formed in my head but died on my lips as his finger began to slide slowly in and out of my hole. “He’s fingering you isn’t he?” “Yes,” I gasped. “Do you want him to stop?” “No.” “Have you ever had anything inside your hole before?” “No, I’m a virgin.” “Do you want more?” “Yes.” “Right answer boy,” Tony replied pulling his mouth off my hole for a moment. “You want Tony to stuff another finger in your hole?” I paused for a moment relishing the feeling of his one finger sliding in and out of my hole but not sure if I could handle another, but as his finger slid back inside my cock gave a powerful throb and the blonde boy laughed a little. “Your cock seems to have just answered for you. Stretch him out Tony, this boy’s not just a top any more.”