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Date: 29 June 2012 Location: Canada, Ontario, Toronto Description: slut piggybtm in Toronto hosting raw gangbang. Looking for pig tops to use my ass for their cumdump/urinal. Swing over to my condo near the Village and drop your load deep in my ass. Looking for euro, latin, white inshape tops under 50y.o. Pref nonsmokers (but not a deal breaker). send pic and stats if serious. (Also open to being pimped out....so if you're interested in that we can negotiate). 10:30 pm on Fri June 29 at my condo - Church/Carlton area. Eagerbeaverto@gmail.com if serious. No drugs Bring your own poppers, booze, lube, towel.
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There is a discussion going on at "Queerty" regarding the criminalization of HIV and how people are not getting tested for fear of prosecution. POZ voices are important in the discussion. If feel like reading it, go to: http://www.queerty.com/first-person-why-i-refuse-to-get-tested-for-hiv-20120616/
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A few weeks back I was visiting L.A, this being my third or fourth visit to the city. It's not a favourite destination of mine but there are some super hot guys there. So I visit for more of a fuck-cation. So like I usually do I booked a hotel in Weho so that I could be near all the action and hot guys. I hooked up with quite a few guys on my trip, pretty much every single day. Most of them fucked me deep, hard, ruff and raw! Different positions, wearing different gear (jock straps, harness, ripped boxer shorts, sports gear) and even a few anonymous fuck and go scenes, where I left the door open and lay on the bed with my smooth, tight and boyish hole exposed to whoever walked in. On one of the last nights of my trip I was finding it hard to hook up with anyone. Most of the guys that were my type turned out to be bottoms and I was gagging to get raped. The later that it got the fewer guys were online and the less luck I was having. By this point I had been stroking my long thick British uncut meat for hours, I was dripping with pre-cum (usually I'd don't need lube to fuck as my dick produces so much). I had beat my cock dozens of times just up until the point where my load was about to explode and then I'd stop. The more I edged the hornier I became and the hornier I am the fucking sleazier I can be! I rubbed the palm of my hand over the tip of my dick and played with the pre-cum, I'd then use it to lube the shaft as I jerked off, anything that was left over got fingered into my juicy puckering hole. I lay on the hotel bed, my smooth, toned body naked, legs spread wide apart beating off. I needed to get fucked real bad! My hole was so hungry for a raw shaft, so much that I could almost feel it (Like when you get a craving for a type of food and you can pretty much taste it). It got to the time of night where I thought about throwing in the towel. Fuck! I was so frustrated and disappointed. The night was virtually over. I decided to check Grindr one last time. Several messages had popped up from a guy staying in the same hotel. He had messaged me a few nights before, but again he was desperate to get fucked. I had told him from day one that I was a bttm also. He was young, early twenties, lean/slim build and an 8" cock. Isn't really my type. I prefer jocks/muscle dads and tops! He was still up and online. We began chatting and begged for me to fuck him. I again re-iterated that I was looking to get fucked too. He had even asked that if I found a top to send him to his room after I was done with him. He told me how he was an actor and the programmes he had been in, of course EVERYONE in L.A is an actor, so I took it with a pinch of salt (however I later checked when I found out his full name and it all turned out to be true when matched to his picture) Eventually I caved........ he had sent pictures of his bubble butt and big rock hard manhood. He said that he would do ANYTHING in order for me to fuck him. Anything except bareback that is. I didn't push the issue because I knew he would eventually be taking my toxic load. I was going to make it happen! I gave him instructions to prepare for my arrival. These were to... turn the lights down, to leave the door on the latch and for him to be stripped naked and for him to be faced down on the bed and his perfect ass to be up in the air ready and lubed for a fuck. I travelled the two floors and a few metres along the corridor until I got to his room. The door was on the latch and therefore I walked straight in. The first thing I saw was a lean, toned body and the most incredible ass. This lad looked as though he had just turned 18. Fresh and never before used! As I approached he turned his head, this lad was stunning, very handsome. Another added bonus, which instantly made me hard. I tore my clothes off and lay on top of the lad. Pinning him down to the bed. Kissing his neck, working my way around to lips for a long passionate kiss. A long goodbye kiss....... to his hiv negative life I had told this lad that it would pretty much be a fuck n go as it was late and he had agreed. I handed him the condom and told him to open it whilst I rimmed his hole. As I ran my hands over his body I was amazed at just how toned he was, I could feel every ab, his skin was smooth and soft to the touch, virgin like and his butt was solid muscle. I parted his butt checks and gently teased his hole with my tongue, gently stroking his ring with the tip of my tongue. After a few minutes I began to eat his hole real good. Driving my tongue deep inside and gently biting his ring, getting it well used and ready for my spunk. After I was done licking him out, I reached for his boxers that were on the floor, gave them a long hard sniff and then told him to open his mouth. I stuffed his mouth with his dirty cum stained boxers. I was going to make this lad scream and knew I needed to muffle the sound. "Pass me the rubber", and the lad gave me the condom, as he was still faced down, I simply threw it over my shoulder onto the floor. I made a few movements as though I was unrolling it onto my shaft. And seconds later plunged all the way into his ass. His youthful hole wrapped around my meat real tight. Think he must have forgotten to lube also as there was a lot of friction. The lad gave out a muffled moan and tried to reach back to stop me fucking so deep. I grabbed both his wrists and held him down. I picked up the pace and began fucking really ruff. Not stopping to add any lube. The moans now turned into screams and I could see tears running down his face. This only made me go faster and a few minutes later I unloaded into his ass. I felt a huge wad of cum shoot into his unwilling hole. My balls felt sore, like they had been squeezed dry. I pulled out and told him I was going to get rid of the rubber and clean up. By the time I had got back he had jerked and spunked over his hot set of abs and chest. I got dressed and left. He messaged me pretty much everyday until I left (which began to get annoying, begging me to fuck him again saying he'd come and visit me at home) After a few more weeks of messages (only now and then at this point) I decided to reply. I told him exactly what I did to him, waited for the first reply and then blocked the fucker! By this time it had been a few weeks and there was nothing he could have done.
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(This is the 1st story I've written I hope you enjoy.) I was 19 and finally out of the small town I grew up in and just moved in with my boyfriend with whom I had recently lost my virginity. At 38 years old and 150 pounds, he was much older, as well as somewhat heavier. Oh, and his cock was very thick and 6.5" long. In contrast I was a 19 years old, tall, thin twink with a 7.5" cock and very tight, hairy ass. We fucked alot, always bareback, but always the same position: I was on my stomach and he would plow my tight little ass for about five minutes and dump his load in me. That was his normal routine when it came to sex. He wasn't very open minded about trying anything other than our normal position, let alone anything kinky. I was young horny and curious about everything so I started exploring on my own. First I went out and got some piercings. My boyfriend was a little wierded out when I got my nipples pierced and not happy at all when I pierced my cock - not that it mattered, because he would never let me top. Since my boyfriend was such a prude, I took matters into my own hands to explore my sexual desires. While he was away on a business trip, I discovered some online chat rooms. The internet was still very new back then. I started chatting with guys about various fantasies and desires and discovered I was really turned on by things like rimming, watersports, and fisting, so I started hooking up with guys anytime my boyfriend was out of town. I always fucked and got fucked raw, and I also tried out some of my kinky fantasies and loved them, but there was one thing that slowly started to turn me on over time, namely the thought that one of the guys I've played with could poz me. I knew the risk of having my ass filled with cum, but it still made my cock rock hard anytime I would speculate if the guy who had just loaded my hole was poz. I started looking for poz men in the chatrooms and I found a hot older man, Mike, who was 160 pounds of poz muscle with a hot six inch pierced cock and lots of tattoos. He had no hangups with fucking a young little negative boy like me. He was the perfect man with whom to start my bug chasing journey. The first time was so hot. I showed up at Mike's apartment and my cock immediately got a raging hard on when I saw him. He answered the door wearing only an old cum and piss stained jockstrap. He was much hotter than his pics. There wasn't really any small talk. He just led me downstairs towards his bedroom. By the time we reached his room, all my clothing had already been ripped off. We we kissing and licking every part of each other's body. His arm pits were amazingly sweetest tasting and were deodorant free. I love a man who smells and tastes like a man. I rimmed him and then he rimmed me, lubing my young fuckhole very well with his spit. He lifted my legs in the air, looked me straight in the eyes, and asked "Do you really want my poz cock and load in you?" I replied "Yes! Fuck me and give me your poz seed!" With that, Mike, slid his raw, pierced, and poz cock up my hole in one stroke using only his spit for lube. I had never been fucked by a pierced cock before and both his cock and the ring felt great, rubbing against the walls of my ass. He fucked me like there was no tomorrow, telling me "Take my dirty pierced cock!" and "I'm gonna deposit my toxic load deep inside of your sweet negative ass!" and "I will be a part of you forever!" I loved it! I was in absolute heaven. He fucked me for at least an hour. Yelling nasty depraved comments the entire time. I could tell he was getting close as he was fucking me harder and faster. Then he yelled "Take my poz cum!" At that moment he shoved himself as deeply into my ass as possible. I could feel his cock spasming, flooding my ass with his poz cum. Mike gave me a long, passionate, spit-filled kiss. He lay on top of me with his cock still in me for a few minutes untill he slid out. It was an amazing fuck that just turned me into more of a bug chaser. I went back online and searched for more poz cock every time my boyfriend was out of town. I also would go to the local bath house and take all loads offered. I turned into a total poz cum slut. As time progressed I started arranging hook-ups with poz guys even while my boyfriend was in town. I would go get my ass pumped full of poz jizz and come home to him. I don't know if he knew I was out being a cum slut or not. Years went by without getting tested. I must have taken at least a thousand loads from hundreds of men. I just kept hunting out nasty poz cum untill I was at the doctor for a routine exam and he realized I was gay and then asked if I wanted an HIV test. I got the test done and a week later got a call to come back in. The doctor informed me I was poz and immediately started me on meds. My relationship ended with the boyfriend, which didn't really bother me since he was so conservative and vanilla. I thoroughly enjoyed the ride of my life: becoming the poz slut I was meant to be. -
http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/05/hour-at-bathhouse.html Thursday night, I made my way to the local bathhouse for half price room night. This is one of the more popular nights at Club St. Louis so I went on the hope that I could find some decent people to bareback. The small parking lot attached to the bathhouse is full. A good sign. I check in, get a room, change out of my clothes and into a towel, and shower up. Afterwards, I cruise the different areas. There is a wet and dry saunas, whirlpool, regular pool outside, public sling room, as well as the many private rooms scattered all over the place. There are probably less than 40 people in the entire bathhouse if I had to guess. I am the youngest of them all. The number of cars outside can be deceiving since most people arrive alone. I don't see too much I like as I walk around. I get a lot of glares and interested glances. I go back to my room to stand outside the door and wait for the right piece of meat. After a few minutes of standing in my doorway, a good looking 40-something stud walked by. We both smiled. He asked if I wanted company and I said come on in. He is 5'8" 140 pounds with a six pack. We make out in my room after we close the door. Then I sit on the bed and suck his cock nice and hard. Its close to 7.5 inches rock hard. He lays on the bed and I continue sucking on his cock as he squeeze my tits. That drives me crazy. He grabs the lube I have laid out on the side of my bed(no condoms, of course). He lubes his fingers and plays with my ass. I haven't bottomed in a while but I am ready to take this daddy's dick. I grab the bottle of lube and lube his cock up. As he is still laying on his back, I sit on his cock and work his thick meat inside my raw ass. No mention of protection or anything. I love it! After I get used to his thickness. I go up and down on his cock. Riding him for everything he his worth. As I am doing that I squeeze his balls behind me and ask him if he has a big load for my ass. He smiles widely and say "fuck ya I do." I sit up and he just pumps away at my ass and tells me that "I'm cumming up your ass now. Uh take that shit. Oh fuck yeah. " I can feel his raw cock spasming and explode inside me. Unbelievable. I don't jerk off. I tell him "I'm going to go breed someone like you just bred me." He thanks me for letting him play with me and tells me how fucking hot it was. I shower and cruise again. I want to find some quick action and go back home. While standing back in my doorway, a bear cruises me and asks to play. I agree. He is 6' 250 7 cut hairy. We go in my room and I lay down. He sucks my cock for about 15 minutes. I see his biohazard tattoo on his back so I really wanna fuck his poz ass. I ask him if I can fuck him. He says he normally is a top but will for me. I bend him over and lube each other up. I fuck him doggy style. I pump his ass nice and rough for about ten minutes before telling him "to take my cum. I am breeding your ass. Your mine forever." He fucking moans. As he gets ready to leave, he tells me his buddy wanted me to fuck him but was to shy to say anything to me. I told him you got to be direct are you won't get as much ass. I clean up, shower, dress, and head home. Not bad for an hour at the bathhouse.
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Another hot night in Phoenix as I drove through empty streets to Bob’s house at one in the morning. Bob’s a guy I met on BBRTS, who’s been wanting me to come by and use me. I’ve been hesitant since his profile says he only has an “average” size cock, which usually means smaller than “average,” but his pics and hot dirty emails had my attention. I followed the directions that he’s given me and they lead me into a trailer park on a mountain. Bob’s double-wide sits at the end of the street and backs up to the mountain, so it’s VERY private. I parked next to Bob’s big truck in the driveway and started to head toward the door when a small portion of the gate to the carport opened revealing Bob. He’s mid-60’s, wearing jeans, cowboy boots and suspenders. “In here.” I stepped into the dark carport and waited a minute until my eyes adjusted. In the space was a sling hanging from the steel braces of the roof and a few dim flickering candles. Bob pointed toward the sling, “Get in.” I started to take my clothes off when he stopped me by yanking my head back up by my hair. “I didn’t tell you to take off your fucking clothes, get in the fucking sling and don’t say a mutha fuckin thing.” My heart started racing as I did as I was told and climbed into the sling. Once in, Bob used leather straps to tie my hands and feet to the chains holding up the sling. He then grabbed an upside-down bucket, stood on it and took his cock out. His cock wasn’t hard yet, so I couldn’t tell how big it was. Suddenly I felt warm liquid all over my chest as Bob pissed all over me. My dick was rock hard in my pants as he soaked my crotch with his piss. “Open your mouth bitch.” I did and he took perfect aim at the back of my throat, forcing me to swallow his piss. By the time he was done pissing on me his dick had become hard. He was six inches hard with an average girth. Bob got down off the bucket and walked around to my crotch. He rubbed my hard cock underneath the soaked denim. He then took a big pocket knife from his back pocket and opened it up so I could see the candle light reflected in the large blade. He rubbed the blade over my hard cock and my crotch, and then suddenly he took the point of the blade and split the ass of my jeans open revealing my ass to the warm night air. He folded the knife back up and slipped it back in his pocket. Taking the large drop of pre-cum from the end of his cock, Bob rubbed it on my waiting asshole. He then kneeled down and started to eat my ass really deeply to the point that his tongue could have easily been a cock. His full beard and 'stache felt fantastic against my bare ass. As he ate me I got harder and harder until my precum was easily visible through my previously soaked jeans. Bob reached up and grabbed my hard cock and pointed it down to my ass, then he took the precum from my cock and rubbed it into my drenched hole. “There, now as I fuck you, you’ll lube yourself." He stood up and pointed his hard cock at my ass. “You like it rough bitch?” “Yes Sir.” With that answer he plunged his cock into my ass in one stroke and started to fuck me really hard. Since my ass was surprised by the dick, it stayed pretty tight as he pummeled it. He fucked me full force for about ten minutes until he grunted loudly and came in my hole. “Damn, that’s tight.” He stood there for a minute letting his cock go soft in my hole. He shuddered a bit when the sensitive tip finally fell out. He walked around to where my head was and pulled a lever that let me drop a little until my face was even with his crotch. “Clean me off bitch.” I licked all the cum off his cock and balls. He must have been fucking me harder than I thought, because a lot of it was white and foamy. Once he thought I had cleaned him sufficiently he zipped up, walked over to a bench, came back over and put a ball gag in my mouth. “I’m gonna go over to the bar 'til closing and see some friends. I’ll fuck you again when I get back.” And with that he left me hanging there in his carport. I must have fallen asleep in the sling, because I was woken up by Bob’s truck pulling into the driveway. From the sounds of it there was more than just Bob’s truck pulling up. I could hear voices whispering outside and finally the gate opened. Behind Bob followed four other men, all in their fifties and up. They all said things like “Fuck yeah” or “Nice” when they saw my bare ass hanging in the sling. The tallest one asked, “We can fuck him bare?” “I put a load in him before I left.” That was all the foreplay the tall one needed. He unzipped, pulled out a big cock, rubbed his spit on my hole and rammed his cock in me. It’s a good thing I still had the gag in my mouth or the neighbors would have called the cops on my screaming. It only took a few minutes for the tall guy to cum. Once he did, another man got into position and started to fuck me while the tall guy pissed all over me, re-soaking my clothes. When he was done he told the guy who was fucking me to hurry up 'cause he had to get up early for work in the morning. The guy, not wanting to miss his ride, started fucking me even harder and faster until he nutted in my hole. He came over to my side and ripped my t-shirt open so he could use it to wipe the cum off his cock and balls. “Thanks Bob,” he said as he walked out the gate. The two other guys ripped and cut the rest of my clothes off my body until I was laying there in just my socks and my Doc Marten’s. “That’s better.” One took the gag out of my mouth and replaced it with his cock while the other one pissed all over my ass and crotch, finishing his piss in my ass. He fucked my slowly until his friend was hard in my mouth and then they both fucked my mouth and ass hard. Luckily the guy in my mouth was thicker rather than longer or he would have been in danger of tripping my gag reflex. The one in my ass was fucking harder and harder and once I have his cock a little squeeze with my sphincter he couldn’t help but blow his wad in my hole. After he came they switched while the thick-cocked guy rammed me. I could feel all the piss and cum moving in my ass as he fucked my harder and hard. Finally, he slid-in, balls-deep, and came in my hole. While I was continuing to clean off his friend, Bob took the thick one in his mouth and sucked it clean. After that the two men left and Bob pulled out his hard cock and fucked me one more time. When he was done he reached in my ass, pulled out some cum and jacked my cock off until I sprayed all over my chest and face. He then untied me and gave me a pair of boxers to wear home. “Good boy. I’ll expect you here at nine next Friday night.” “Yes Sir.”
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I made sure I used rubbers just like he asked ; )
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Bug chasing/gift giving fiction section - I'm a young, 24yo, British lad although I look about 20, defined/in shape, very boyish looking which hides my deviant side very well... which means I can pretty much get away with what I want. I'm lucky enough to attract the hot hung older daddy or muscle types as well as the young twinks. I'm really into anon fucks, threesomes, groups, orgies, outdoors and bath houses, and when I'm horny I get really fucking sleazy. So this one day I was feeling really horned up.... I decided to head to a bath house in London. I hadn't been to a bath house in years. It was mid-week in the day, so truthfully I didn't expect much talent to be there, but my cock was making me go. I'm a heavy pre-cummer and was dripping the whole journey there. I even had to hold my back pack over my crotch during the train ride as my pre-cum started to show through my trousers, especially as my jock strap was made of thin material. The pre-cum stained my trousers, outlining my big uncut British dick. When I arrived at the bath house and entered the changing room, it literally took me seconds to strip-off my kit and throw it into a locker with my back pack. In fact, I was already heading for the stairs before I had even wrapped a towel around my waist. I headed upstairs to have a quick walk around the main area, and found there were a few guys hanging around, but no one who really turned me on, so I headed down to the play area and started cruising. I found the corridors were fairly busy. There were a handful of my usual type, older, muscular built daddies who looked like they could give my hole a hard ruff sleazy fucking, however I was more in the mood to top, which I occasionally will do, although I prefer to bottom. Still, when I get the urge, I love fucking some tight, young virgin-looking lad, and even better when I get to breed his hole with a toxic poz load and give him the nastiest roughest fucking of his life. This isn't an opportunity that presents itself all that often as British guys aren't usually that sleazy or adventurous, so I just do what I want, I just get on with it without asking. Gagging them helps, so afterwards I can say "I didn't hear you say stop or you should have told me to stop... sorry mate." So I walked around for a good five to ten minutes, looking to see who was about. I was approached by a few tops, and told them that I might let them fuck me later, but for now I was looking to fuck a lad. I turned and headed down one of the corridors and saw a young lad coming towards me. As soon as I saw him, I knew I wanted (and needed) to fuck him. He was about 18-19 years, which is over legal age of consent in UK, white, 5 ft 8, sexy blue eyes, dark blond hair, his body was toned, smooth and he had a hot set of teenage abs. He looked at me and smiled and then quickly and shyly looked away. My dick suddenly began to throb, swelling to the point it felt like it was twice its normal size. The throbbing became so intense that if I didn't fuck the guy and cum up his hole, my dick would hurt for hours or even days. So I made my move, and smiled back, saying 'Hey' when he looked up again. He looked to be a bit shy and nervous, so I took the lead, and stepped into an empty room, gesturing for him to follow. We exchanged the usual small talk for a minute or so, during which time I found out that this was his first visit to a bath house, and that he hadn't yet had any fun, which I thought to myself meant he was nice and fresh for me to use. My meat continued to throb and I got even more turned on, so I decided to keep pushing. I slowly pushed him up against the wall, locking the door and began to gently kiss his neck, then slowly moving down to his nipples, before heading up to caress his lips and then passionately kiss him, exploring his mouth with my tongue. The whole time I also explored his hot little body with my hand, slipping my hand down under his towel to discover a peach bubble butt, a smooth juicy hole and a rock hard 8" cock. I whispered into his ear and asked if he liked to get fucked and he replied he did, so I maneuvered him down onto the mat and began to rim his hole. I didn't plan on rimming him long as my 9" dick was still throbbing like mad and needed some attention soon and fast. After a few minutes, I began to rub my uncut meat over his perfect hole, which, I thought, looked as though it had never been fucked. I could feel how tight his ring was from just pressing the tip of my cock onto his ring. He let out a few quiet moans and I knew he was begging in his head to get fucked. I got him onto all fours (doggy style), which I've found to be my favourite way of using a lad as it is nice and degrading, and the bottom can't see if you're wearing a rubber or not. I was determined to use the fucking slut for my pleasure. I lubed up my dick just enough, as I didn't want it too greasy - I wanted him to really feel me inside his hole, that is, the more friction there is, the better (at least from my perspective), and I planned to make him take it deep and rough. I began again to slowly tease his hole, gently edging my thick meat inside him. I was seconds away from sliding all the way in him, bare, of course, my dick was about to get what it wanted and needed, when he turned his head saying I needed to use a rubber. FUCK. I couldn't believe it. I was so fucking disappointed and started to loose my hard-on, but I agreed, but got him to suck me off first, just to get me hard again. As he blew me I briefly considered calling it a day as I knew I wouldn't enjoy fucking him while wearing a rubber, but I let him carry on for a few more minutes. He wasn't a bad little cock sucker either, but I decided to help him by forcing my meat down his willing mouth. Hearing him choke on it, and seeing the large amount of drool and spit coming out of his mouth was a perverse turn-on. About this point, I noticed four or five used rubbers in the trash bin in the corner of the room, obviously tossed there by some of the guys who had used the room before. I suddenly had an idea: if he wanted me to use a rubber, I would. Just who's rubber, or how I would use them, on the other hand, well, that was up to me! I threw him down onto his back, making sure his head was positioned near the trash bin, telling him to rim my hole, adding "You'd better do a good fucking job of it," just to remind him who was boss. As I squatted over his mouth, I ordered the lad to service my hole with his tongue, and he eagerly ate my hole. It felt amazing. His smooth, young, stubble-free face planted deep in my arse, tonguing my hole, licking my juicy hairy ring. Meanwhile, as my ass cheeks were completely blocking his field of vision, I reached into the bin and took out all the used rubbers. I considered using the jizz as lube but thought that most of it might be wasted on the mat, so I quickly decided on another use. I hid the rubbers in my hand. Told the lad he could stop eating my hole and for him to grab a new rubber and slip it onto my dick. He unrolled it down the full length of my shaft. It was tight and probably too small, I was hoping it would split as I fucked him. He covered the rubber and his hole with lube and proceeded to get onto all fours again. My dick was solid even though I had a rubber on as I knew the lad would be taking some sort of raw load even if it wasn't mine. I wiped away as much of the lube as I could and spat on his hole a few times, and in one slow and continuous push, I slid inside his ass. His hole closed up tightly around my junk and I could tell he really hadn't been used much. In fact he might well have been all but a virgin. I withdrew all the way out a plunged back in nice and deep several times. Aside from a few quiet, low-pitched moans, the lad was quite silent. I withdrew completely as I wanted to taste his newly fucked hole and for the next stage of the plan. After eating him for a minute, i grabbed one of the used rubbers (that I had now hid under the corner of the mat) and placed it on the tip of my finger, I slowly began to work it up into his hole. He didn't suspect a thing, must have thought it was just my fingers. I grabbed the second used rubber, (which was really full of spunk as the guy obviously was a heavy spunker), placing it on the tip of my dick and begin to press both the used rubber and my dick back into his hole. "Have you still got the rubber on?" he asked. "Yes mate, here, feel it," I replied, guiding his hand onto the base of the shaft as I continued to fuck him. I was so fucking turned on that I really started to plow his hole as hard and rough as I could. He began to moan louder and beg for more. I wanted to cum so badly. All I could think about was how deep I was fucking some other guys used condoms and their jizz into him. I had three more to slide inside him before I was going to cum, that was my challenge.... which I eventually did in the same way, by pulling out of him, placing it on the end of my dick and forcing it up, fast hard and quick. Not giving him time to feel anything or react. I told him I was just applying more lube each time. Now there were five used rubbers in his ass. Knowing as much, and thinking about it, specifically wondering how long before the cum would leak out, or if my rough fucking would destroy them, spliting them open into his arse, increased my excitement. I decided I needed to get my load in there too. The only question was, how to do it: he was now always guiding my dick in, probably checking I still had the condom on, but I realised he only ever touched the shaft. I knew that I could split the tip and breed his hole without him knowing. Giving the excuse that I needed a few minutes rest, I got him to eat my hole again, which gave me the perfect opportunity to distract him while I split the tip of the rubber, making sure the hole was big enough that the whole head of my dick could fit through. Finally I was ready to cum.... this time I was going to fuck him whilst looking deep into his eyes, just so I could see his face as I was secretly breeding him. My thrusts got deeper, harder and rougher. I could see the pain in his face, but I could also see he didn't want me to stop or for him to disappoint me. 'I'm so fucking close, I'm going to cum as I fuck you... you want that?" "Yea, I'm close too." "You want to me to cum inside your hole?" "Yes, you have a rubber on though right?" "Don't worry mate, I'm using rubbers!" That was it... that final line sent me over the edge and I exploded in him. I flooded his unsuspecting hole with my TOXIC seed. I felt my whole body tense up and It felt as though my insides were being sucked into his willing hole. He shot his load as I leaned into his body, it squirted up onto my chest, neck and chin, I licked his juice from beneath my bottom lip. Tasted good, tasted sweet, tasted pure.... but that was about to change for him!!!!!! Wish I had been there to see his face when five used rubbers got squirted out of his hole! -
One of the hottest fucks I've had was a few years ago when I was in college and I met a university cop online and he wanted to fuck me under a bridge, on the back of his police car. I walked up and his car was under the bridge. He got out and pulled down my shorts, started licking my hole -- spitting on his cock to get it hard and he put it in... it hurt but felt great. He seeded my hole then told me to "go on and leave" hot COP
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Most bb bottoms would kill for having their hole filled with cum. But, do you actually feel it when the tops bursts into you? Personally, with the right moaning in advance, and especially if the guy's cock has a good girth, I usually do feel it pulsating into me. And that's great. I like to stare into his eyes at that point. However, I've read some contradictory opinions from bottoms on this. In my early bb days, I'd rather swallow the load, since at least I'd get the chance to taste it. I'd feel nothing in my ass, but when I went back home and fingered my sloppy hole. -
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Heading to Glasgow on 11th May for a couple of nights... just wondered if there were any Glasgow based barebackers on here who fancied hooking up for some nasty raw breeding? Looking at staying at the ETAP hotel by the Quay (M8 motorway area) - anyone up for some seed swapping fun?
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I have a married fuck buddy who, before today, I've fucked three or four times. When we met about a month ago he told me that he wanted a fuck buddy and asked me I was neg and I assured him I was. He was a bit hesitant about the barebacking thing but I convinced him to try it and once he did it the first time with me he was hooked on it. Now he emails me at least once a week trying to get a piece of my cock inside of him. So today, my married man emailed me asking me if he can come over and get his ass pounded. I replied "FUCK YEAH" and told him to come on over. When he got to my place we started talking how his wife and he are trying to conceive a baby. How fucking hot is that! I was about to breed this sweet hot fucker's hole and send him home to his wife with his ass dripping with my cum. Then he is probably going to fuck her deep and seed her pussy with my cum still up his ass. I couldn't wait to start fucking him. We began making out, poppering-up and getting his hot hole nice and WET for my cock. For a married, bisexual guy, he sucks cock amazingly well, and the poppers turn him into a fucking slut! He begged for my dick - like a good little sub. All throughout our fuck session I kept imaging the look of his ass dripping with my cum even as he pounded load after load inside his moaning wife. Anyhow, I flipped him over on his back and lifted-up his legs and really start to pound away at his horny hole. He said to me "Kiss me, man" and that caught me by surprise. He usually isn't that big on kissing and I am usually the one to instigate it. Guess this fucker was so high on poppers and horny for my cock that he wanted my cock and my love all in the same fuck. I turned him over and start fucking in my favorite position, doggy style bitch! I'm pounding into his sweet wet hole, all nice and slicked up with gun oil and pre-cum, and he keeps on screaming, "FUCK ME harder dude... YEAH! Give it to me!" "Seriously? Fuck yeah I'll fuck you harder!" I started really laying into his sweet hole, pulverizing his tender fuckhole, making sure that this bitch is gonna be sore and dripping cum out his ass when he breeds his own wife. I told him to pass me the poppers and started really getting nice and high. Poppers for me always turn me on so much and makes me wanna cum, so I started pounding harder and harder and making my married bitch moan like a cat in heat. "You ready for my load bitch?" "FUCK YEAH" "You gonna seed your fucking wife with my cum in you bitch?" "YES! Give it to me man! SEED ME!" I pounded his fuck hole harder and harder 'til I felt my cock swell with a big fat load. I thrust deep into his hole and let my cum fill his sweet tight hole, making sure to get deep in there so he'd have it in there until later when he filled up his wife with his own cum. After we fucked, he got on top of my cock, rode my dick, and jerked his cock til he spewed his own cum all over my chest. He shot such a HUGE wad. I hope there is still a load or two left for his wife
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This literally just happened 30 minutes ago. I got this text message on my phone saying "I'm hosting now" and that's all it said. I had no idea who this was or where they got my number but I thought it was a straight guy with whom I had spoken, having connected through Craigslist. He wanted me to fuck him, and he told me to bring condoms, which lead me to think 'Hmmm - if he doesn't have any condojms, then there's a good chance I'll get to bread this sucker'. So, with that hope, I traveled to his house, and, as he had told me, the door was unlocked. Walking in, I found him laying down on a towel, wearing girlie pajama pants. I assume they were his girlfriend's and that he likes to wear them - to feel like less of a man and like the bitch that I was about to make him. I approached him, slid down his girlie pajamas and started lubing up his HAIRY fuckhole with the lube that was on the night table. I started sliding into his TIGHT hairy hole and don't even get the head in when he looked back and asked "Where's the condom?" I was utterly distracted - this guy was one sexy fucker. Hell, I hadn't given any thought to his appearance when he and I were texting - I just wanted a sweet hole to fuck. And bingo, I fucking hit the jackpot. He was handsome, scruffy bearded, and maybe 24 or 25 years old, about 5' 8'' (I LOVE 'em short) and 160 pounds. A fuckin' wet dream. I had to think quickly, so I replied with this lie: "Sorry, guy. I don't have any condoms. I have a girlfriend and apparently we ran-out when we fucked the other day, and, of course, being a woman, she didn't tell me to pick-up more. I also sometimes wonder if she doesn't stock-up because if there's a whole box, she thinks I'll carry 'em and I'll fuck every girl I can." With this I thought (hoped!) he'd simply say "Okay, fuck me bare," but no, his reply was "That's cool" and he reached-over and grabbed a condom from his night table drawer. FUCK! "Will a magnum fit?" "Yeah dude, just put it on me" Well naturally, like most of you fellow breeders, I believe that condoms are the devil, so when he put the condom on me and I was very concerned I'd go soft, but fortunately I knew I'd have a couple of minutes before my dick gave-up the ghost, so I devised a plan in my head that got me even more excited. At this point he was bent over in a position that made it difficult for us to fuck, but I kept it up as long as possible, if only to give him a sense of security. Then we changed positions, and he rode my cock, a position that, by the way, I absolutely hate, as I much prefer to be in control of the fuck. My sense is bottoms should simply kneel on all fours and take my nut, so after a couple more minutes of tearing-up his hole, I suggested the doggie position, and also made sure he saw I was still wearing the condom. Then when he was in the right position, I came-up behind him, discretely took-off the condom, and, my cock pointed straight at his beautiful hairy fuckhole, I slid into my fucking prize. Fuck yeah! This is what I was waiting for. I could feel his hairy hole welcoming my sweet seven inch cock as it slid in and out of him, getting wetter and wetter from the precum I was dumping into his sweet ass. After ten minutes during which I pounded his hole doggy-style, and being so fucking turned on I knew I needed to cum soon - before he suspected anything, I started fucking him harder and harder and treating him like the bitch I knew he wanted to be. I was getting closer and closer 'til finally I pulled out and shot a MASSIVE load all over his hairy wet hole. I pretended that I took off the condom, and got dressed and headed home, proud of myself for stealth barebacking my first guy. Maybe next time I will breed him and then he won't find out until I'm gone and he has cum leaking from his hole. PS: This is the first story I've ever written. I just wanted to share it because it was the first time I ever stealthed a guy! I might be tempted to write more if you guys like.
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Andy McGreggor Seeds an Eighteen-Year Old Hitchhiker. Ted shivered miserably by the side of the motorway. Two days in this fucking county and so far all he'd seen was rain and more rain. His feet were soaked. A car beeped him and sped past. Asshole. Ted was cute. He was just over six foot tall, just eighteen, with blond hair, which he wore short, and a firm boyish body. He had a long, teenage face with a long nose and deep blue eyes. Normally he had the sweetest, most dazzling smile. But not today. Today he looked seriously fucked off. A car was stopping, a nice one. Expensive. Ted opened the door to see an attractive middle-aged man with dark, soft eyes and a rugby player's body. "Get in son," said the man, grinning. "You're soaked." Ted gratefully loaded his wet rucksack onto the backseat of the expensive car and then buckled up. They pulled out onto the motorway. "You know you're not supposed to hitchhike on the hard shoulder," said the man. He concentrated on overtaking a slow moving coach. "You going far?" he asked. "I'm trying to get to the Highlands," said Ted. "That's where I live," replied the man. "I'm Andy, by the way," he added. "Ted," said the young man. "You Scottish?" McGreggor nodded. "You?" "Canadian," replied Ted. "You've a bit of a journey ahead of you," said Andy. "A good six hours or so. I'd take you there but I am planning to spend the night at a motel. I've been driving too long and it's getting late." The man glanced at Ted in the mirror. "Pity," he added. He grinned. "Ah, that's too bad I guess," replied Ted. "How far are you going now?" "Well I had planned on stopping after the Manchester ring road. I could drop you at the service station there." Andy McGreggor zoomed into the fast lane, pushing eighty miles an hour. "I guess," replied Ted, disappointed. "Unless you wanted to..." Andy paused. He shook his head. "No, forget it." "No, what?" asked Ted. "Well I was going to say, you could spend the night at the motel too, and then I could drive you up tomorrow. Or would that be weird?" Andy glanced at his wet passenger. "That would be swell, to be honest," replied Ted. A night in a motel would be great. So far all he'd had were two crap nights in a tent. "It's on me," said Andy. "That sure is kind of you," replied Ted. Ted and Andy McGreggor sat in the harshly lit dining room of the Travel Express Motel. Ted ravenously ate his plate of fish and chips and McGreggor finished the tender chicken breast in mushroom sauce. It wasn't bad for service station food. "You look starving," said Andy. The lad was cute. His long boyish face looked drawn, tired. "Starving and wet and tired and cold," corrected Ted. "Would you like a dessert?" asked McGreggor. "I'll treat you, I know you students are always broke." "Is that OK? You sure?" asked Ted. McGreggor nodded and smiled. "I'll have the sticky toffee pudding and custard in that case," said Ted. He liked this Scottish guy. He had a nice face. Ted liked guys in their forties. They were kinder sometimes. And this man was handsome too. And strong looking. McGreggor turned on the lights of the functional room. It had a double bed, a table, a clean, modern bathroom with shower and a view of the M1 motorway. To Ted it was luxury. "I'm going to get out of these clothes and get into a hot shower," announced Ted. McGreggor unpacked his night things as Ted turned on the hot, steaming water. It was bliss! After two days of rain-filled misery he was in heaven, letting the water scald him. Soon McGreggor heard Ted singing. He went to the bathroom, toothbrush in hand. He glanced at the pile of clothes. He picked up the lad's red briefs. McGreggor sniffed them, deeply. God, that was good, he thought. Pissy, sweaty and sweet. Heaven. "That you Andy?" called Ted, his eyes closed, covered in shampoo. "Aye son," replied McGreggor. He inhaled his fill of boy panties again. The water had been turned off. Ted was looking at McGreggor. "What are you doing?" asked Ted. "I'm sniffing you boy-panties son," replied McGreggor. "Oh," said Ted. "Erm, why?" "Because they smell nice," said McGreggor. He sniffed them again and handed them to Ted, who was wrapped in a towel. The lad had a cracking body, noticed McGreggor. Boyish, athletic, hairless. Nice wee pair of boy-tits. He was pink from the steam. Ted looked at the pair of damp briefs. "Go on, have a wee sniff," coaxed McGreggor. Ted's cock was tenting his towel. He looked big, thought McGreggor, his mouth moist. Ted sniffed. "Good laddie," said McGreggor. He reached for the towel, gently pulling it off. Ted's cock sprang up, firm, spongy. He had a lovely cock, a good seven inches, guessed McGreggor. And uncut. A vein ran the length of the shaft. The lad had shaved off his pubic hair. McGreggor softly stroked Ted's cock and the boy gasped. "You like that son?" asked McGreggor. Ted nodded. "You get nice and dry. I'll pour us a drink," said McGreggor. When Ted came into the room McGreggor was naked. Ted's eyes focused on the man's enormous cock. He gulped. It was the biggest dick he'd ever seen. It was obscene. It was ten inches long, and fat. The head was shaped like a mushroom, dripping threads of sex-mucus. The man was swigging beer from a can. "Suck me, laddie," goaded McGreggor. Ted got to his knees. The lad smelt of shower gel. Ted gulped. "Come on laddie, give it a wee kiss." Ted shyly kissed the tip of the man's moist cock and was rewarded with a cappuccino moustache of salty precum. He inhaled the man's odour; piss, stale sweat, musk. Oh God, it was good, thought the shy teenager. He greedily put the tip of McGreggor's cock in his mouth, the tastes exploding on his taste buds. McGreggor purred like a tomcat. The boy sucked well. McGreggor was impatient. He wanted to see Ted's sweet ass. "Bend over, son," he whispered. "Let Daddy see your wee pussy." McGreggor knelt on the bed, worshiping at the lad's twin buttocks. They were plump, white, fleshy, hairless. McGreggor liked his boys to have plump arses; he liked a bit of wobble. Reverently he peeled the boy's buttocks apart, like a High Priest unveiling the Holy of Holies. There is was! Ted's sweet, virginal boy-cunt, a tiny knot of grey-pink muscle. He sniffed it. Oh son, thought McGreggor, is your pussy ever so good. It smelt of the seaside, of soap, of musk. He probed the velvet muscle with his tongue, delighting in the give of the sphincter. Ted was groaning into the pillow, wiggling his boy-pussy provocatively. It felt good, warm, wet. Ted wanted the man's cock. McGreggor inserted his fingertip and Ted growled. "Yeah," the teenage boy purred. McGreggor probed further. It was good, hot, moist, sticky; a wee bit of shit but never mind. The boy-turd was firm not soft. It didn't matter. He tasted his finger. Lovely; smoky, musky, illicit. He wanted to be inside. McGreggor raised himself up. He rubbed his moist cock head on the lad's pinky-grey slit. Ted wriggled his pussy. "You want me to fuck you sonny?" whispered McGreggor. "You got a condom?" replied Ted. "I don't use them son," answered McGreggor. He rubbed his cock head a little harder. Ted's anus yielded a little. "I never fuck without them," said Ted into the pillow. Shit. He wanted the man's cock real bad. He'd never had one that big. Surely it would be OK, just this once. "Go on laddie," coaxed McGreggor. "It'll be OK. You'll love it." McGreggor pushed the head of his cock further. Oh fuck, it was opening. It was so good. Just let me in, laddie. Just let me in. Ted was sweating. But he didn't say anything further. He just leant forward with his wee pussy spread open. It was too much. McGreggor sank the entire head of his cock into the teenager's velvet colon. Ted howled and buried his head in the pillow. "It hurts," he cried, his voice muffled. "Be a brave boy for Daddy," replied McGreggor. The lad's tissue-thin colon was gripping his horse-cock, sucking it like a toothless puppy. McGreggor pushed in a few more inches and Ted bit into the pillow, drenched in sweet smelling sweat. The room filled with the aroma of man sex. "Go on son, go on now." "I don't know," hissed Ted through gritted teeth. It was stinging real bad, the barely human cock ripping him open. The man was too big. This was a mistake. "Aye, son," coaxed McGreggor. "Just a wee bit more." The pain was like an energy field. It was white, burning. Ted writhed. He sank off his knees onto the bedcover, McGreggor lying on top of him, trapping him, hugging him. McGreggor shoved his huge cock deep, deep into the teenage boy, prodding his spongy boy-clit, poking at the paper-thin lining of his guts. Drool dripped from Ted's mouth. But he was relaxing. The pain was easing, turning to heat. He gasped. He laughed. "Oh fuck man!" cried Ted. "Oh fuck that's good." McGreggor was in a trance. The boy's velvet pussy was gripping his cock like a vice, coating it in boy mucus. McGreggor was close. "You gonna let me seed you, son?" whispered McGreggor. "You gonna let Daddy do that?" "I don't know," whispered the boy. "Aye, go on," urged McGreggor. The middle-aged man was panting, sweating, trembling. He tensed, then it was too late. Hot, potent seed began to erupt from his massive cock like lava. Ted gasped as the warm cum coated his bruised anus. "Oh fuck," cried Ted. "Oh that's good man!" McGreggor withdrew with a plop, his half-heart cock coated in pink mucus. "Thanks son," he said gently, kissing Ted's sweet mouth. "Now, how about you use that nice wee mouth to get Daddy's cock clean for him?" Ted grinned. The man was a freakin' perv. He loved it. The next day, after a full English breakfast, Ted and McGreggor rejoined the motorway. "You know son, you'd be very welcome to come and stay at my castle for a few days if you want to explore the Highlands. And I have some friends who'd love to meet you, said McGreggor. "I'd like that," smiled Ted. Andy McGreggor is the writer of the increasingly popular Kindle books written under his name, all featuring raw fucking, boy-smells and often piss and fisting. I hope you enjoyed this story and I invite you look me up on Amazon. Andy McGreggor is the name.
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Here is another hot HIV conversion story from the old bugshare site I am posting here for my bareback blog readers. http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/04/conversion-story.html .......................... I was cruising at a porn shop and locked eyes with this cute boy. He was Hispanic, 5'8”, 160, with dark hair and innocent saucer eyes. He looked young—too young to be in a video arcade. He arched his brows and smiled at me. “How’s it going?” I inquired. “Okay.” “First time here?” “Yeah.” “You into guys?” Although the brevity of his replies made it difficult to read much into his comments, I was able to determine that my bluntness had taken him by surprise, but I was still encouraged: his bulging crotch belied his innocence. “Depends.” “Depends on what?” “The guy.” “Been in the back yet?” He shook his head. “Let’s get some tokens, and I’ll show you round.“ We went into the back video area. It was dark and we could hear moaning cumming from the booths—not all was soundtrack. A variety of guys loitered in the hall and insolently stared at us. I walked into to a glory hole booth and the youth followed me into the cubicle. I told him to lock the door and feed in some tokens. Scenes of engorged young boys fucking and sucking flickered across the screen. He sat close to me, so close I felt his body heat. I placed my hand upon his knee and massaged his inner thigh. His gaze was frozen to the tube, embarrassed by my wantonness. “Been with a man before?” “No” he shook his head. “Wanna try it?” “Yeah.” That was all I needed. I pulled his shirt off, kissing him on the lips and licking his nips till he was moaning. Simultaneously I undid his jeans. His hard cock jetted out below his briefs. His pants and jockeys fell to his ankles while I held poppers beneath his nose. “What's that?” “Aroma therapy—relaxes you.” He sniffed big time. You could tell how much he wanted to “RELAX.” I sat back on the bench and pulled off my clothing. His eyes popped when he spied my massive meat. “Wanna taste it?” He nodded. Gently but persuasively I pressed him down upon my rod. Another dick popped through the glory hole. “Suck It. Suck It all.” He apparently needed some inducement, so I gave him another hit of poppers. He took the cock down his hungry throat. I encouraged him, saying ”It’s okay. It’s safe in here. Mostly Bi’s and married guys. You needn’t worry.” I bent down to rim his ass. Naturally, he moaned in pleasure. I doused his crack with lube and, with some maneuvering, managed to rub my cock against his hole, slowly, very slowly pushing in. The cock on which the kid was sucking abruptly spasmed, and I was pleased to see the boy cough a bit: he had swallowed his first load. Another cock came his way. This time he showed no reticence. As his lips parted, I plowed his ass and plunged into his pussy. He groaned and twitched, but made no effort to push me out of his hole. I speared his cunt and pumped my deadly jizm into his rectal cavity. Preoccupied, he took no notice. I encouraged him to take one load of venom after another. Within an hour, he’d become a total pig. Mission accomplished, I dressed, unlatched the door, and peered out, and immediately spotted a guy with whom I had played. It was Rod, a poz black dude. I waved him in. He whipped out his infected shaft and slid into the boy. I whispered to the neophyte I had to go, and thanked him for the fuck. He groped me one more time and kept on sucking. Hunched over the bench, he took the large black poz cock up his man cunt and a dick of unknown status down his gullet. Rod stuck around to watch the action. I exited the booth, leaving the door wide open to a queue of would-be tops. A few weeks later I saw Rod at the local bath house. He mentioned in passing the youth had stayed until 3:00 A.M. and taken eight loads up the ass, and a dozen down his throat. As I made the rounds, I smiled, thinking how I would greet the young guy when I next saw him. Maybe Welcome to the club, boy!
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http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/04/taking-18yo-high-school-twink-on-date.html I was really looking forward to my next encounter with Andy, my beautiful, delicious 18 year old bottom boy. I had started chatting with him on Adam4Adam and one thing led do another. After our first encounter, which was pretty hot, I must say, we decided to get together again. Andy wanted me to take him out for a proper date and that’s what I was planning for him. This sweet boy deserves whatever I can give him, and I planned to give him the very best that I can. Hence, the date on Saturday night. Andy was so excited about our date that he was practically glowing when he got to my apartment. We had decided to meet there because it was just easier and he had already been here. He showed up dressed so hot that it was all I could do not to break him down and fuck him right then and there. But I restrained myself, knowing what was coming later that night, and settled for a deep, tongue probing kiss. We didn’t dally, though, because we had some reservations to get to if I was going to make good on my promise of introducing Andy to sushi, one of my personal favorite culinary delights. I had made a reservation in one of the greatest sushi places in the city, It also happened to be located in what’s known as the gay part of town. So it all worked out perfectly. The evening just kept getting better. As it turned out, Andy was quite fond of sushi. He sampled at least one of everything they offered and loved everything that he tried. This made me feel even better about our connection because it just seemed that we continued to find more things in common the more time we spent together. After our sushi, we decided to walk around the city for a bit. Since we were in the gay part of town, we felt quite comfortable holding hands, stopping at times to kiss and just spending some relaxing time together. It was so wonderfully romantic. Also, all I could seem to think of is taking Andy back to my apartment and fucking him senseless. Yes, I know that’s probably not quite so romantic, but it’s just what my cock was telling me. Finally, I got my wish when he smiled at me and then put his head on my shoulder. “I really want to spend some quality time with you tonight,” he whispered. “Say no more,” I agreed. With that, we went back to my place where we didn’t even make it to my bedroom. I was kissing him as soon as we were inside my apartment. As we kissed, I turned him around so that he was backed up against the door and I could reach around him and bolt the door. We were both so hot and desperate for each other that we were practically ripping our clothes off. He wrapped a leg around my waist and started to grind his throbbing member against mine. This simple movement took my breath away as I could feel the spasms of Andy’s cock against my rigid cock. I put my hand under his thigh and kept him in place so that I could rub my cock against his. There were still too many clothes involved, though, and that had to be remedied. After unhooking and unzipping my pants, I also relieved Andy of his. I’m not sure he even noticed as I pushed them down until they were around his ankles. At some point he realized it because he stepped out of them along with his shoes. He started to slide to the floor, taking me with him. It didn’t even matter to me that it was the floor and not my soft king sized bed. All I knew is that I was getting everything I wanted right in that moment. Well, almost everything. The rest would come, or maybe I should say cum. I lay Andy on his back, still continuing to kiss him, and moved my now naked body back and forth on his. That bare smooth skin was almost my undoing. He just has that effect on me. Control isn’t exactly my strong suit when I’m with my boy. Our bodies were writhing together as our cocks massaged each other. Both of us were already producing a great deal of pre-cum so that made the friction a lot more slippery. I could feel groans coming from my throat as I continued to sweep my tongue around inside of Andy’s mouth. Suddenly, I broke our kiss and heard a whimper of disappointment escape from his mouth. With a wicked, low laugh, I started to slide my way down his naked body. It didn’t take him very long to realize where I was headed and then he giggled a bit. Licking my way down to his balls, I spent a little time sliding my tongue on that delicious little spot between his balls and his asshole. Nipping there over and over again, I knew it was having the desired effect. He had begun to move his hips slightly in a rhythmic fashion. It was time to move from that area and suck on his rather tight, full balls for a bit. Andy is one of those guys that really love having their balls played with, sucked, nibbled and licked. He probably could cum just from me doing that, although I haven’t really given him the chance for that to happen. There are too many other things I want to do with him, if you know what I mean. Finally, I took the tip of my tongue and licked all the way up the top of Andy’s cock. I could feel every vein and ridge because he was so very hard. I just love how hard younger guys can get. As I got to the head of his cock, I used the tip of my tongue to fuck his little hole. This caused even more liquid to be produced and I licked it all clean. At last, I was ready to take his cock into my mouth. After I had him completely in my mouth, I sucked on it gently without ever letting go from my mouth. He tasted so good. As I continued to suck him, I moved my body around so that we were in a side by side 69 position. This allowed Andy to service my cock in preparation for the fucking that was to follow. He really knows what he’s doing when it comes to sucking cock. When I was so hard that I was sure I was going to explode in Andy’s mouth, I disengaged from him and sat back on my feet. Andy smiled up at me and spread his thighs apart. I climbed onto him, reached down between us and quickly found his tight little puckered hole. It was ready for me already, but I wanted a quick taste first. Leaning in, my tongue found his hole and started to tongue fuck it slowly at first. Then, I plunged my tongue as deep inside him as I could manage, licking side to side and teasing his smooth ass walls. Yes, he was ready for my cock now. I put the head of my raw cock up against his tight little unprotected hole, and I could feel him opening for me. He was as eager as I was. Slowly I pushed my cock into him and felt his ass walls tightening around me. I wasn’t sure I wanted to move because I didn’t want to cum just yet. Andy really knows how to contract his muscles in just the right way to milk me dry. In truth, I could probably cum in seconds with Andy but I do love to draw it out a bit. “Come on, Petey,” Andy pleaded. “Fuck me, baby.” He didn’t have to ask me twice. I started to drive my cock deep into Andy’s hole bareback and he only moved his hips up and down to take me more deeply. This wasn’t going to last a lot longer because I wasn’t going to be able to control myself. Fucking him was incomparable to anyone that I had ever fucked in my life. I managed to also stroke his cock at the same time I was fucking him and I could feel that hot load of sweet cream making its way up his cock. Yeah, this was it. Suddenly, I had no more to say about it. It was breeding time. With one sudden move deep into his ass, I exploded so hard with cum that I lost track of time for a few seconds. My vision seriously went black. Happily, it came back in time for me to watch Andy erupt in a spasm of extreme pleasure and shoot his load all over both of us. That’s always a treat because then I get to lick him clean. This time, he also got to participate as my body was carrying plenty of his white sweetness. I pulled the afghan from the sofa down and covered us with it. Then, we talked while holding each other for long while. Time seemed to fly by. Andy had to leave around 1AM because he was working at 9AM and didn’t want to oversleep. Even though neither of us wanted it, he left. But it wasn’t too bad because we texted all the next day. He asked me if he could come over again after work. You know I wasn’t going to say no to that!
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I love my partner, but there comes a time when you need something different, so when that time arrives, I go to the baths and see what I can find. We’ve all done it, so you know the routine. After I paid and got my room and stripped to the towel, I started cruising. Every time I would see a guy I thought was hot and I’d chat him up, another guy would come up and join us and end up taking the prize away from me. There was another Daddy there, not as old as me, about 45, hairy, fairly well built, at least a lot better than me, and we ended up complaining to each other about the lack of boys for us to nail. We introduced ourselves after we’d talked for a while. Hank was doing the same thing I was, looking for something fresh, different, exciting. We asked status and we both were Poz, undetectable. We were comparing our exploits, who had fucked more men, who fucked more often, when he asked me how big my dick was. I just pulled the towel away and showed him, and he did the same. We were very similarly endowed. I’m sure each of us would have said mine was just a little bit bigger, as we all do. Hank suggested we go to my room and have a taste of each other’s meat and see if one got a lot bigger than the other that way. I never turn down an offer of sex, even if it’s just to get my dick sucked, so I said sure and led the way to my little room. As soon as we got there the towels were on the floor and were exploring each other’s bodies with our hands and tongues. Hank was really good at it, probably better than me. I always aim for the boy’s ass, so I want him to suck my dick while I finger his ass and then rim him to get him ready. Hank wasn’t doing that at all; he was really just making out with me and enjoying my body. So I decided to return the favor and did my best to enjoy his body. He had the better body, so that was easy. Somehow Hank got me on the bed with him on top of me, and he gradually worked his way to my nips and then my dick, which was stiff with anticipation from all the making out. He was like my partner; he didn’t suck dick, he worshipped it. He wasn’t trying to suck me off, he was enjoying every inch. Then he moved down to my balls and I was really enjoying how he licked and sucked on them. Then he moved to my ass with his tongue, just moving naturally on down, and he raised one leg to get a better taste, so I raised the other leg, and soon I looked just like the boys in the porn videos, holding my legs up and making my ass wide open for him. I’ll give it to him, Hank was much better at rimming than I am. He was making love to my hole. I lick and suck the hole and spit it full so I can slide home, and then finger it in, getting the boy ready for my dick. Hank was just enjoying himself, and so was I. He chewed and sucked and kissed my hole, and then began playing with my hole, sticking in a finger and then rimming, then two fingers and then rimming. It was wonderful! I just closed my eyes and laid there and enjoyed what he was doing. Then I got the feeling that there was something more than fingers in my hole, and I opened my eyes to see Hank standing there over me smiling, and I realized it was his stiff cock in my hole. I had been seduced, and now I was fucked. He leaned over me and kissed me, and in doing that he drove his cock deep in the hole he had just lubed up with his spit. While we were kissing he began to hump my ass. I couldn’t cry out because we were kissing, or I sure would have. It had been ages since I had meat in my hole. Then as we were kissing he got his arms up under my shoulders and pulled me into him hard. I was now fully impaled, so there was no question that I was gonna get fucked good. By this time I had realized it and taken the advice they give to rape victims: If you see you’re gonna get fucked, relax and enjoy it. Hank has a great dick, and he’d shown me how good he was at making out and getting me ready for his prick, so more power to you man, you got where you wanted, now you damn sure better show me a good time! Lust began to take over, and he began to hump ass. When you see sweat drip off a man’s nose while he fucks your ass, you know he’s working for it. And as much as I hated to admit it, Hank was a damn fine fucker. He was using all the techniques I use to make it good for both men. He would pull all most all the way out, give some short strokes and then pound it in deep when the hole was not expecting it. Sometimes he would pull all the way out and then slam it in. But soon he got into the big deep strokes, which when I’m fucking mean I want to get my rocks off and have to pound ass. I wrapped my legs around his hips and stayed with him. “You sure are a dirty fucker!” I told him. He just smiled and picked up speed. “You gonna breed my ass, fucker?” I asked him. “Damn right, I’ve been saving my cum for about a week. You’re gonna know it when I blow my wad in your ass!” “Then come on, fucker, show me what you got for me! Plow ass, man, breed that hole, gimme your load, FUCK!” I thought he was gonna spilt my ass in two then. I wish the door had been open so we could have had a crowd see this, but I know they heard the WOP-WOP fucking sound of two sweating bodies slapping together. His dick seemed to grow inside me and I felt it get red hot and suddenly he stood still, put his head back and just bellowed. And as he did that I felt his cock let loose in my ass. It was like a fire hose spurting his seed deep in my guts. Then he began to pound it in deep with the final spurts. When his dick was done and began to go soft he lay down on top of me and began to kiss me. He is just an incredible fucker and lover. As much as I disliked his taking advantage of me, I had to admire his technique. He began to profusely thank me for some of the greatest sex he had enjoyed in some time, and I had to say about the same. I can’t remember the last time I got fucked and enjoyed it this much. After that we went to the showers to rinse off the cum and then out for a smoke. That was when he revealed his philosophy to me. “I always look for a Poz top when I come to the baths. If he’s Poz, he took it up the ass to get knocked up. And if he’s a top, he usually doesn’t bottom, so he will have the tightest and thus best ass in the place.” I had to tell him I had never thought of it that way. When I go to the baths I’m looking for a bottom to take my dick and hopefully my load(s). I had never thought of another top as being the best fuck in the room. I was both embarrassed and proud. “Now you’ve got my load in your ass, Jerry,” Hank said, “so I wanna to see you plant your load in my boy while you have my load in your hole.” I got stiff just thinking of that, a daddy giving me his boy to breed because he’s already bred me. “Tommy’s had the run of the place while we were fucking, so he’s probably already got a load or two in his ass by this time, hope you don’t mind,” Hank said. “Hell no, I love to fuck in cum,” I replied, “you two sound like me and my partner; we each enjoy watching the other have sex with other men; it’s a turn-on and gives us ideas for our next fuck.” Hank led the way to his room, and there we found Tommy saying thanks to the stud that had just given him a load. Tommy had been very well trained by Hank. As soon as Hank told Tommy that he had just given me a load and now it was his duty to take my load, Tommy dropped to his knees and sucked me up and lay back on the bed and spread for me. Tommy was the perfect boy for Hank, smooth like a surfer and just beginning to work out, sandy blonde hair and blue eyes, and the sweetest smile when he has cock in his hole. Hank told me that boy lives for dick; loves to suck it but mainly wants to ride it. All I knew was that it was a beautiful looking and feeling hole, and so well-buttered for me with the load that was already in place. There is no better lube than another man’s cum! Plus there’s no doubt that the boy takes loads, so you’re free to breed. I tried to do as good a rim job on his beautiful ass as Hank had done on mine, but I was so turned on by this hot boy and the fact that his Daddy wanted me to breed him, that I had to get my cock in that sweet hole. A boy like this is my ideal fuck, and having his Daddy’s cum burning a hole in my ass had me stiff as a poker. Add to that fucking in another man’s cum, and it was pure porn sex. I wanted to slow down and make it last but it was too hot. And Hank had Tommy trained to urge his top on. He was saying all the right things: “Come on Daddy, breed your boy, gimme that load of Daddy cum, make me your boy!” He lit the fire in my balls and I sure did my best to imitate Hank, pausing to let him feel my cock spasm in his ass before I pounded it in hard and worked it in deep. Now it was me with sweat dripping off my nose, but man, it sure did feel good to feel my cock spurt in that hot boy with his Dad’s load in my ass. It was like his Dad’s cum in my ass dripped into my balls and shot into his boy’s ass. After that it was back to the showers again, and then out for another smoke. I was between them and they were both appreciative. I was in that ‘after-fuck’ glow, so happy and satisfied, but they were not, as soon they were off searching for more men. I had enjoyed enough; I got fucked when I was expecting to fuck, and then I got to fuck one of the best asses I’ve had in a long time, so that was enough for me. I went home happy and slept well. Jerry Prince RawTopDad@aol.com 3/31/12
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Anyone on here going to Las Vegas Smokeout 2012? I'm sure hoping to meet up with quite a few other barebackers! I will be staying at the Alexis Park Hotel April 4-9th. I'm mostly a bottom, but I love to suck cock. I will have a gas mask for the first time ever...so looking for people to help me with that and poppers and/or cigar smoke! I'm very oral and I love to suck cock...I suck cock before and after I get fucked. I also love kissing and making out! I enjoy 1-on-1s as much as I do orgies! I love getting my ass bred! I am having a local roommate that is supposed to be bringing a sling. I plan on visiting Hawk's Gym a few times while I'm there as well. I'm poz undetectable. Eric RedDog
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I found that I was more than a bit nervous as I waited for my doorbell to ring. What was getting ready to happen for me was something that I had never actually tried in the past because usually I was so cautious, but there was just something about this young man that made me want to take risks. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s start again. I was trolling around in the Adam4Adam website the other night and happened upon a really beautiful young man. His profile stated that he was 18 years old, 5’ 10”, 140 pounds, white, negative, and proudly sporting a 7 ½ inch cock. My mouth was already watering at this description as he sounded just good enough to eat, but then he really got to me by saying that he was a bottom boy. Next, I described myself to him. Being 30 years old, I’m a bit older than he is but it turns out he likes his men older. I’m 6’5” and weigh around 230 pounds. I’m also white and am quite hairy. Even though I’m a bit larger than he is physically, my cock is ½ inch shorter than his at just 7 inches. He liked my description, though, and decided we should meet. That was a little fast for me, but he sounded oh so tempting that I said yes. Now, here I was waiting for him to arrive. We had agreed on 5pm and it was a couple of minutes before 5. It was only natural that I would be nervous about whether or not this boy liked me. I have been told that I’m a pretty hot but you just never know with guys this young what they’ll actually think. When the doorbell rang right at 5pm on the dot, I jumped a little. Seeing him live and in person nearly made me speechless. He was so cute and I found myself a little in awe of him. “I’m Andy he said with a little smile. When I nodded, he came right into my arms and started to kiss me. I really was astounded at how fast he worked, but I couldn’t deny that I wanted him. My cock was already starting to rise to the occasion. Reaching around him, I pushed the door shut, hearing the lock automatically click into place. Heading straight to my bedroom, we kissed the entire way. However, once we were at the foot of the bed, he pulled back. Slowly, he started to undress, revealing his slim, smooth body. As he pulled off his thong, that massive, thick cock sprang forth. Wrapping his hand around it, he stroked it for me a few times. “Do you like it?” he said. “Oh my god! Do you even have to ASK?” I whispered. In fact, it was all I could do not to drop to my knees right at that moment. “Would you like to touch it?” he asked. Walking towards him like I was in a trance, I reached out and ran my finger from the base of his cock to the tip, where I was rewarded with a drop of pre-cum. I leaned in and started to kiss him once more. He kisses like he was born to it. I wanted to swallow him whole. As our tongues performed a Tango, he started to unbutton my shirt. Then, he managed to push it off of my shoulders without ever breaking our kiss. Soon, my jeans followed and hit the floor. When he pulled back the next time, it was so he could drop to his knees before me and wrap his hand around my throbbing cock. It turned out that kissing wasn’t the only thing he was talented at. I put my hands on his head as he enveloped my cock with his warm, wet mouth and started to suck me in slowly, but deeply. I had to gasp when the head of my cock hit the back of his throat. Yes, this was one talented young man! I finally pulled him to his feet and pushed him back onto my king sized bed. We would have plenty of room to play. Lying on our sides, facing each other, we started to kiss again while rubbing our hard, wet cocks together. I started to feel like I simply had to be inside of him. Without words, we changed positions so that he was on all fours with me on my knees behind him. His ass was so luscious that I had to have a taste. Moving my tongue all around his little back puckered hole, I dipped it in and out several times. I could feel his ass walls smooth against the tip of my tongue and knew I was going to fuck him soon. Getting back into position, I grasped my steel like cock and moved the head of it around in circles at his opening. He moved his ass back against me, encouraging me to enter him. Pushing just the head in first, I asked him if he was ready for me to fuck him bareback. His affirmative groan was all I needed. I drove my raw cock all the way inside him over and over again while reaching around to stroke his leaden cock at the same time. It didn’t take very long for both of us to be ready. With a roar, I emptied my huge load of cum deep inside his ass while he filled my hand with his hot sweet cream. You might have thought that was it for a while, but my cock was still hard inside of him and didn’t seem to be going down at all. So instead of withdrawing, I started to move slowly in and out of him once more. The feeling was building again and before I knew it, I was shooting another big load of cum inside of him. That time depleted me somewhat and I withdrew my dripping cock from his tight wet little hole. Leaning down, I used my tongue to clean all of the cum from his ass. Reaching deep inside with the tip of my tongue, I used it like a spoon to scoop all of that cream up and out. Then I held him in my arms. We chatted some and I found out that he was currently a senior in the same high school that I had attended. That seemed to make it as if it was fate for us to meet. I was willing to buy into that, at least. “So will you take me out on a real date?” he asked. “Well, I haven’t gone on a date for a very long time. But maybe you can talk me into it,” I replied with a smile. “Do you like sushi?” “I don’t know. I’ve never had it before,” he said. “Maybe you can introduce me to it.” “I just might.” He had to leave because he had plans that night, but we texted while he was out dancing. It was heartwarming to hear that he has a crush on me. Then he asked me if he could come over later after he left the club. I thought, why not? So I left my key under the door mat for him. It was around 2 in the morning when I woke up to feel a warm naked body snuggled up against me. We started kissing and touching each other until I just had to fuck him again. He had no complaints, either, as I drove my burgeoning raw cock deep inside of him once more. After taking all of my hot load, we curled back up and went to sleep. The perfect end to a perfect day http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/03/18yo-high-school-senior-makes-my-night.html
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Hi there fellas I'm looking for neg TOPs who fancy to breed a neg arse. After kinky sleazy session Msg me Squirt: bartolomeo BBRT: up4fuck
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[Author's Note: I've never really been interested in chasing/gifting fetish before so this is my first story; probably not that great. Lemme know how to improve. V] Why'd I do it? Fuck, I don't know. Maybe 'cause of who he was. Maybe 'cause of who I am. Whatever. But how'd it get started? Now that's easier to answer... That whole month, my life was shit. Had to quit my pharmacy-tech job before they worked out I was stealing, my dick landlord threw me out for the rent I owed him. So there I was, twenty-five year old guy, broke and on the street, pharmacology degree but no fuckin job. Well, I said on the street- I still had my van. An old black 80s heap, half rust, engine shot to hell. Found an old mattress in a dumpster and slung that in the back; that's where I slept, ate and drank as I tried to work out what to do. I'd been kicked out about a week when I parked down on Seventh, where the hipsters and the stoners hang out, trendy little coffee shops and expensive shitty little stores. Figured I'd sell what I had, y'know- mostly benzos and barbs, few hits of acid, MDMA, nothing special. Get that moving and I could look for a new place, new job. The van wasn't helping my prospects for picking up guys, either; the hottest dudes expect you to have a real apartment to screw in. So I parked the van in an alley near Seventh and Rose that evening at sunset, hung around by it looking for my regulars, anyone that'd buy the pills. And waited. No cops around, but the indie-kids and the stoners just weren't showing up. "Fuckin' hippies", I muttered to myself, when along comes this dark-haired young guy in a black Sunday-suit, smiling away, catches my eye and heads right for me and the van. Man, I was shittin' myself when I saw him coming- figured he was a cop for sure, one of those high-up agency guys with the initials for names. Was trying to decide whether to gun the van across the road or just run, when he takes a Bible out of his pocket. "Hi, I'm Mark!" he said brightly. "Could I talk to you about the Lord Jesus Christ?" What a fucking relief. Just one of those God-botherers, missionaries, whatever. I opened my mouth to tell him to fuck off so I could pull some trade, when something changed my mind. Maybe it's how pissed off I was. Maybe it was the way he looked; about twenty, neat dark hair, suit all perfect, bright little shiny happy smile plastered across his face, while I had shit. So instead of cursing him out, I pulled it together.* "Why, sure, Mark!" I chirped in my best talking-to-the-Man voice. "I'm just heading home soon; why don't you sit in for a spell and we'll chat?" He looked a bit apprehensive staring at the van; that shiny little smile dimmed a little. But he must've been desperate for a sale or a convert or whatever-the-fuck you call 'em; I got in the driver's seat and he climbed in the passenger side. The alley was that dark, no-one on the streets could see in. So we got to talking; really he just jabbered on about salvation and prayer and shit like that, and I nodded and said "Uh-huh", a lot. Hell, I figured all that talking, he could use a drink. So I pulled two Cokes out of the back, and while he was flicking through his Bible, dropped a couple barbs in his can. Now, I don't know if you've ever tried phenobarbitol; they use it to kill unwanted pets, for Chrissakes. But with people, knocks them right out for hours at a time. I might be a drug-pusher and all-around-scumbag, but I know my shit; sat through enough medical lectures to get my pharm-diploma. Gave him just enough, calibrated for body-weight. One second he was jabbering on happily about God and Jesus and Moses, the next he was slurring his words and reeling until he slumped face down on the dashboard. "Perfect," I said as he passed out. "About time you shut the fuck up." I hauled him into the back of the van and put him on the old dumpster-mattress; I don't know what I had in mind at first; maybe stripping him and dumping him out in the alley naked. But I'd popped a couple octagons that evening; pink Brazilian speed that lights your circuits and gets your mind racing. So I called my buddy Rusty who works the night-shift at the local fetish bar, Saltire. "Hey Rusty," I did my best Southern drawl, "Guess what I got in this here van of mine." "You ain't got shit in your van but pills and stolen car stereos," he laughed.* "Guess again," I grinned. "Meet me round back, half an hour." I got the van grinding into gear and cruised round to Saltire; the disused parking lot round back, dark and deserted and covered in garbage. Rusty was waiting, already in uniform for his bar-shift; leather pants and chest-harness, studded boots. We're just buddies, Rusty and me- his whole smooth clean-cut college-boy look isn't my type. But that, and his red hair, drives the guys wild; most popular bartender at Saltire and he gets great tips. He smiled. "So whatcha got for me?" I opened the van's back doors; Mark the missionary was sprawled across the dirty mattress in his black Sunday suit and white shirt. "Fuckin' Christ!" Rusty roared with laughter. "You're even more screwed up than I thought." I shrugged- I was riding smooth on the speed. "Serves the asshole right for preaching at me when I'm working." I gave Rusty a sly look. "I know you like the first-timers; this guy deserves fucking up and I'm betting his cherry ain't been popped yet." Rusty licked his lips and his leather pants bulged outward; he was tempted. "Lemme see." He clambered into the van. "This heap is filthy," he muttered darkly. He rolled the boy over and had a look at his face; unbuttoned the shirt and checked out the body. "Fuck yeah, man- I'll do it, if he don't see me. But if you really wanna fuck him up, you should let the guys at the bar do him; they're as rough as it gets." "Sold," I laughed. "Your shift doesn't start til nine, and it's eight-thirty; go for it." Rusty helped me up into the van and closed the doors, clicked the light on and yanked down Mark's suit-trousers. He was still peacefully unconscious; I'd dosed him perfectly. Rusty grabbed a crusted jar of Vaseline out of my toolbox and unbuttoned the leather pants; I'd seen him hard before. Nothing special, but a nice looking cock, cut and about six and a half inches. He rubbed the Vaseline on himself and the kid's hole, then mounted up. "No kidding, this boy's a virgin for sure, no need for a rubber," he grinned, pushing his cock at the tight hole until it started to give. "Fuck!" he groaned as he got half-way in. "It's like it's squeezing me." He started sliding it in, wet and slippery, back and forth. "Aww yeah, nice and tight," he groaned again. He went at him in silence for a few minutes, slow and steady, then gave a loud moan as he spurted in the kid's virgin ass. He lay flat on him for a minute, then pulled out and wiped himself off. We both gazed at the suited figure, jacket pulled up, pants down, hole exposed, pink and moist. "I owe you one, dude. We gotta get the guys in on this," he said, panting. Then he tilted his head into the van. "He good for now?" "Two hours minimum," I answered. "Awesome," Rusty smiled. "I know just the guys." It was already hot and heavy when we got into Saltire a few minutes later. Black on the inside, chains hung from the ceiling; with the diagonal cross that gave the bar its name, mounted on the wall. Guys milled around, most in leather or rubber, talking here and there. It was still early, but plenty of talent on display. Rusty went straight up to a young bodybuilder in thick studded leather straps, murmured in his ear. Then a salt-and-pepper daddybear with grizzled hair all over. Then a skinny bald guy, middle-aged and wiry. They followed us out. Rusty had explained everything before he headed back inside for his shift. "Anyone got a problem with this?" I asked in the dark parking-lot. Felony date-rape wasn't a walk in the park; that's why Rusty had chosen the edgiest sleaziest guys he could find. The muscular young guy shook his head, so did the skinny dude and chain-hung bear. We all climbed into the van. Mark was still tapped out on the dirty mattress, ass in the air. "I'll go last," announced the skinny guy. No-one minded; maybe he liked sloppy seconds. The grizzled bear was first, quick and easy- a short stumpy cock and he shunted his load after a couple minutes into the kid's curvy butt, leaving without a word. The *built guy was different; pretty well-hung and thick, about eight inches, veined and uncut. The muscles in his ass and hips strained as he forced his dick into the young hole; the whole van shook as he held the kid down hard, pinning him like a wrestler. After a few hard deep thrusts it came out smeared with blood. He kept on screwing, deep as he could, whispering under his breath, "Yeah, take that raw cock," then spewed a thick load, half across the exposed back and half in the butt-crack. After the bodybuilder had fastened himself up and gone, I asked the skinny guy why he was last- he said, "You and Rusty and the other two are negative; I'm a poz dude." I laughed; Mark had a bigger surprise in store than a torn butthole. The skinny guy had a long thin rod that went in fast like a plunger and came quickly, buried deep and hard, grunting as he added his toxic juice to the mix. He excused himself and headed back inside; but he'd given me an idea. Alone in the parking lot with the dosed guy, I hit the message boards on my phone: "Newbie non-consenting hole needs raping; rough fuckers wanted, more hung and filthy the better." In half an hour I had five guys show up, wordless and waiting; they lined up by the van and took their turns one after the other, grunting and hissing as they climbed on the boy and went to town on his ass. One black dude had prison tattoos across his hands, a Hispanic one had a blade scar across his lip and slammed the kid's head against the mattress. These were the guys I needed, filthy sleazy fuckers to show up and dump their loads in Mark's rectum, to teach this clean-cut little kid the meaning of pain. None had washed in days from the smell; thick dirty cocks dripping with god-knew-what STDs. I'd saved the best for last; a tall bald muscular guy in his forties called Duke in plaid shirt and jeans; he'd advertised as being 'hung like a God'. You know how much that's worth online, specially with sleazy dudes; but when he opened his jeans I was speechless- it was more like a nightstick than a cock, had to be twelve inches, uncut and thick. By this time the Jesus-freak sprawled on the filthy mattress was a mess; suit covered in lube, shit and cum, pants and underwear torn, hole wide and leaking blood like an open pit. I'd had to dose him again to keep him under; no way would an awake person take this monster willingly. Duke looked at me appraisingly, giant cock hanging out- I gave him a quick suck before we got to business. I could barely manage the first couple inches, it was that big; but it tasted sour and salty and musky, dripping with pre-cum. Like cocks taste in dreams. "Who's the suit?" he growled.* "Some missionary kid," I shrugged my hair out of my eyes. "Does it matter?" "Not to me," he muttered. He wiped off the worst of the mess and positioned himself, greasing his club with the last of the Vaseline and aiming for entry. In one long smooth thrust he rammed it home; blood and grease and filthy spunk squirting around his dick as he fucked, hips like pistons, faint moans coming from the boy underneath; even unconscious, it had to be agonising. Duke's face was great to see; concentrating wholly on the task, the feeling as he buried his monster in the kid's guts. "Are you poz?" I asked, more to pass the time than as a serious question.* "Yeah," he answered between grunting thrusts. "Undetectable?" I asked hopefully. I had to admit I wanted to try that cock myself, if I could stay negative. Fuck, I was horny and high- it was messing with my inhibitions. He gave a short laugh, groaning harder as he got closer. "Nah, more like 300,000. Haven't cum in a week, either." Fuck- there went my chances of getting an awesome night of sex with Duke. I chuckled as I realised what a charged load the kid was getting, though. His ass flexed as he gave three last titanic rams, growling and grunting like an animal, dumping his thick toxic load in Mark's violated guts. My cock was hard as a rock just watching; I pulled it out and started to yank, unable to stop myself. Duke panted and withdrew, his footlong cock turning rubbery, leaning heavily against the inside of the van. He looked at me. "Your turn." I stopped jerking briefly. "Me? Nah- nearly a dozen guys have had his hole; probably half had high VL. Look, he's a mess." Duke put himself away but stared into my eyes intently, tucking in his plaid shirt. "You still want to. You want to be one of us. I can see it." He smiled cruelly. "You didn't get this kid drugged and rammed and ruined just for the fun of watching." I looked at the slumped figure on the cum-covered mattress, speed vibrating brightly in my head, and realised he was right. It was what I wanted more than anything, even if I couldn't admit it. Duke reached forward and took my dick in his hand; it was tender, almost paternal. I could feel the calluses on his palms. Gently he guided me down onto the stained bed, grinning widely as I gave myself up to the feeling. I aimed myself eagerly at that open cum-filled hole- it was a much bigger target than the tiny pink rosebud I'd offered Rusty hours ago. There was a thick squelch as I sank in deeply, the tenth guy taking this ass tonight, his muscles still hot and responsive, flexing around me. I was lost in it, lubed and slippery with the thick dirty cum of all the others. Duke's hands were warm on my back, urging me on; in minutes I came, squeezing the kid's cheeks together with my hands as the lube/blood/cum mix ran down his legs. It was an incredible feeling, better than I'd ever imagined; fireworks exploded in my head. "I bet you've been made, now," said Duke, rubbing his juice into my cock-head. "One of us." he was smiling like an idiot, and I realised I was as well. The speed was finally releasing its grip on me by 3am, and I'd tidied up Mark the Jesus-freak as best I could; surprisingly he didn't seem injured. Most of the mess wiped off; sure, he'd be sore for weeks, but no hospital needed- more than I'd expect for anyone on the receiving end of tools that big. He was coming to when I sat him down at the base of a tree in Hawthorne Park, groaning and clutching his rear. I whispered in his ear, "You spread the Word of God, boy? We've given you the Gospel of the Seed." I was up and gone by the time he opened his eyes and looked round. In two weeks, I'd sold off all my pills and got a new job as a pharmacy-tech at a private clinic in Cicero. Lax security procedures and all the drugs I could sell- rich lazy patients and fat paychecks. Life looked good. On my way down past the coffee shops, I caught sight of Mark, on his rounds, suited and strolling but looking flushed and groggy. Sure enough, he was fine- walking a little funny, but that was to be expected. I sat on the wall and waited patiently as he walked past; he glanced at me with no recognition- the barbs had made him forget it all. Suddenly he stopped and sneezed heavily, coughing and fumbling in a pocket. I passed him a pack of tissues. "Thanks!" he exclaimed with his old bright manner. "Flu, right?" I asked. "Yeah," he said thickly, blowing his nose. "Well, it's the season for it." I grinned widely and headed down on Seventh, to the docks where the hustlers plied their trade. Just like Mark, I was off to spread the Gospel.
