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This was salvaged from bugshare.net, from the 'Strictly Stories' section. ****************************************************************** It's all an internet invention, this bug chasing thing. The creation of fetishists. The hysterical reaction to the fear of HIV. Well, that's how it started for me. Harmless fantasizing. Posting messages on bareback sites, posting nude pics in my bareback profile. I'd get fucked raw, sure, but not take any loads. Then I met Gary, a fellow neg sex pig into all kinds of kink, including ws and fisting. I have really small hands and he noticed them at a sex party once and said they're perfect for fisting. We were partying pretty heavily and we got to playing and at some point I went from sucking his dick and rimming him to fingering him to being coached into inserting my whole hand into him by an older, experienced leather top guy who often played with him. "You ain't gonna hurt him. He loves it," the top told me. It was like our bonding experience. We started meeting up all the time and going to the baths together and picking up tops who wanted to get served by two slutty bottims at once. We shared all of our secret fantasies with each other and of course the attraction to POZ tops came up and the fact that we were both lurkers on bareback conversion sites. We started daring eachother to go further and further in our exploits. "I know a POZ guy 've been fucking around with for a long time. His t-cells dropped below a certain level once, and even now that he's better he's officially got AIDS. We should play with him," Gary told me one day. I said sure, that's way hot, let's do it. We had often agreed that the hottest guys are POZ and drooled over their profiles. Gary called his friend and arranged for us to get together a couple days later. We got piggy while servicing guys together before at the baths and at the park, like telling eachother to "really get that tongue up his ass," congratulating each other on how far we had gone. I knew this visit to his friend would be the ultimate dare, the final push. The guy's name was Ted. I had seen him around before, but we never messed around. "Gary told me all about you. Says you really like POZ guys." "Well, yeah, they're the hottest." So Gary talked about our innocent fantasies to him? We had the usual beers, weed, started getting down to action, both of us sucking his dick, then Gary sucking him as I rimmed him. The time came to fuck, and Gary started urging me to go ahead and let him fuck me. I normally took it raw as long as the guy pulled out, but as Gary was greasing up my hole with vaseline, he was telling me,"Take that fucking load, man. Fucking hot. Just go ahead and take it." He held poppers under Ted's and my nose. I was so horned up. Gary was sucking my dick as I got fucked and I was in pig heaven. Tod started fucking me deeper and harder, breathing louder. "Ah, fuck. Take my load, man," Ted said as he came. Gary was kissing me at that point, saying,"Take that fuckin' POZ load," and calling me every filthy name he could think of. "Fuckin' bug chaser. Fuckin' AIDS whore. I was jacked off to my last safe orgasm by Ted, who kept saying "There you go. Now you got it in you, Buddy." That fucking changed me forever. It just let me see how easy it was to take a POZ load. The next time was easier, and eventually I got Gary to take POZ loads, too. We were officially bareback bottom bug chasers.It made us the most popular guests at the sex parties. I ended up getting hepatitis, and that's when my blood tests showed I had sero-converted. I was strangely turned on, although too sick with hep to go out and celebrate. I had become known as the guy who would rim anyone; it had become my favorite sexual activity with strangers. That's probably how I got it. Gary got tested, and he learned he was POZ as well. Now we're the "two POZ bareback twinks" at all the parties. I take every and all loads. POZ and proud.
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Tonight made up for every poor experience I've ever had at the Club. No attitude, and no rubbers. When I got to the area, I was pleased to see that there were many cars there, not packed, but a lot. I was afraid on the Friday night of a three-day holiday, there would be few guys there. I went in and found a good crowd. I got undressed and went into the video room and stroked watching a raw video from the 70s. A young guy kid watched me for a while, then we made eye contact. When he moved to leave the room, I followed him. He asked me if I would fuck him, and I said SURE! We went to his room, and he didn't say anything, he just bent over, and stuck my cock up his ass raw. He took a couple of hits of the poppers as I worked in. He said I was his first fuck of the night, and it felt like it, he was nice and tight. He was also a great bottom. We did it doggie for a while, till he got opened up, then he flipped onto his back and held his legs up. "Fuck your dirty infected cum fucks up my ass! he said, and I was surprised but pleased, so I proceed to fuck him hard to get my cum moving. He kept calling it cum fucks instead of seed or jizz or sperm, but I got the idea. He wanted a dirty load in his ass. So I planted a hot, wet load deep, and he loved the feel of it. I kept my cock in him till he squeezed it out. We thanked each other and I left his room. I got a cigarette and went out on the deck and read the Blade till I had recovered enough to go back to the video room. I was stroking again, when this bearded hairy Hispanic guy passed thru. He'd ignored me earlier, but when he saw my cock, he stopped and turned around. There was no one else close, he bent over and grabbed my cock and asked me I'd like to fuck him. SURE! Back in his room, same scene, he bent over and put my cock up his ass. I slid home on a well greased track, but he said he hadn't been fucked yet. Then I noticed two very large dildos and figured how he'd gotten so open and wet. We fucked for a long time, but it wasn't enough for him, and so wet and open I wasn't even close. He asked me to use the dildos on him. He had a very large and an OH MY GOD! I used the large one first, it was the longer, and once he could take it easily, I moved up to the impossibly large one. That one took some work, but I got most of it in. He asked me to switch to the other one and really fuck him open with it, and I did, taking it all the way out and then back in. Eventually I got him open enough so that the huge one nearly disappeared in his ass. I was exchanging the two when I decided he was open enough to fist, so I greased up my right hand and slid it in. Took patient work, but I got in him. He had to be on his back for that, made it easier for him, but harder for me. After that he needed a rest and I needed a smoke. He went to take a shower and clean the lube off his ass and legs, where it had run down. I got a cigarette and went back to the video room. I had cruised the halls on the way back, there were a lot of guys, but no one seemed interested. As I was stroking, thinking I was gonna shoot if I kept that up, this Peruvian-looking guy passed thru, and did the same thing, stopped, looked back at the cock, came up and played with it, and asked if I'd fuck him. SURE! Back in his room, same thing, no questions, the raw cock was right up his ass. This guy was the best bottom of the three for regular fucking. When we'd work up toward a high spot he'd grab me hard and hold tight. Then I'd relax, go back into the real long strokes, all the way out, all the way in, faster and faster till he'd grab me and relax. We'd been at it about 10 minutes, I was beginning to get close, when he got out from under me. I couldn't take it any longer. I finished myself off by jacking and squirting my load all over his cock and balls. He said it was a real heavy load, but by my standards it was small as my first load is wet and heavy, and my second is generally somewhat creamier. I left the bathhouse with a big smile on my face. I had had three raw fucks, one cumshot up an ass, one on the guy, and my fist inside a hot man.
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“Need to extend your room?” Javier smiled at me. The hot little Latino had been working the counter at Club Z for about two years, and knew I was a frequent flyer. “Am I that predictable?” “I saw that blond tweeker pulling them in upstairs. I figured you’d probably hang around to see what comes out,” he grinned. “Last time you were here, we had a deal…. you still interested? 10 bucks a bag?” “You know it.” “I started collecting ‘em when you checked in….just in case.” He stepped into the laundry room and returned with a chrome dog dish, containing six knotted condoms, full of thick white cock snot and covered in stray pubic hairs and ass slime. They looked like massive albino banana slugs involved in a cluster fuck. “I only count five. That one’s used, but not really full.” “Tell ya what? You buy ‘em all, and I’ll fill the sixth one myself.” “Installation included in the 60?” I asked. “Hey Dave,” he yelled to someone in the back. “I’m taking 15.” As I followed him to his favorite storage closet, I handed him the lambskin rubber Psycho Mike had given when I left him upstairs with Tweeker Timmy. “Will you stuff this in there while you’re at it.” “Dios Mio! What kind of fucker filled that thing? It looks like there’s a cup of spunk in there.” “It’s all from one milking,” I told him. “Bullshit! I never met a guy who could shoot that much.” “He’s…. a…. more of a monster than a man,” I said with a smile. Before hitting the counter, I had stopped by Timmy’s locker and retrieved his stash from where he had hidden it in his sock. Out of courtesy for the kid, I’d split the bag in to two matching parcels, so he wouldn’t finish it all in one snort. There was a hell of a lot of Tina in the one zipped bag. “You want a line?” I offered my assistant. “Si papi!” I passed along a bump to my buddy and then poured about half the powder from the smaller bag into Mike’s monster condom, before retying it. “This one’s got to go in last. We’ll pop it once its inside,” I instructed. Locking the closet door, he dropped his shorts down around his tennis shoes before stepping out of them. Javier little brown dickhead was covered in skin, but I was much more interested in his sweet round bubble butt. Laying on my back on the grungy janitorial floor, I wiggled my ass up against the wall giving him full access to my fuck-hole as he squatted down on my face. He started fingering my slimy ass-ring as I began tonguing his butt. Lost in the smell of garlic, green chilies and buttjuice, time became meaningless. He poked and pulled on my pliable sphincter as I French kissed his tight little ring. The scumbags he’ couldn’t untie, he simply nipped of the tip with his teeth before massaging the leaking baggies into my guts. After spending so long sucking on Timmy’s dripping dilated cunt, the brown hair on my lips made a nice change. Getting my tongue up into his gooey mucus membrane took a little while. Sealing my lips around his tight hole, I sucked his pucker until it began to pout, then I’d push my taste buds deep into his colon, sodomizing him repeatedly with my mouth and nose. It wasn’t until his hairy little ring began to loosen and then clamp, loosen and clamp, that I realized he was beating off as I ate him out. Suddenly he groaned and shuddered, rubbing the whole weight of his body down on my gaping mouth and nose. Looking down at me between his legs, he held the freshly filled rubber with two fingers, and asked if it was full enough. He didn’t wait for a reply before pushing the warm fuck-sock inside my hungry crack. Finally he told me to open wide, as I felt him push the biggest bag into my butt. For just a split second I thought I felt his lips on my own asshole, as hit bit the reservoir off the last scumbag tucked up my butt. Suddenly, he gave may ass cheek a quick, sharp slap and said, “Tighten up, Esse! It’s a long climb up those stairs.” Even as he stood up to let me stand, I could feel my head begin to swim. Despite all the dildo pounding earlier on, my ass reacted to the chemicals leaking from the last torn condom he’d stuffed into me. I didn’t need to thank him, and I couldn’t if I tried as my language skills were giving away to wave after wave of pure, unadulterated lust. How long it took me to waddle up stairs with my ass clamped shut, I have no idea. My key opened the door and I was accosted by the smell, even before my eyes could adjust to the hazy light. My heart raced and my head spun from all of the chemical coursing through my brain, pounding in my blood, making it hard to focus on the bizarre tableau before me. Tweeker Timmy lay on his back wedged between Bear 1 and Bear 2 as they double fucked his little ass. Attached to his face was a piss gag with a funnel, and Psycho Mike sat above him on his rim stool, talking on his goddamn cell phone. Under the suspended toilet seat, Bear 2 held Timmy’s head in place below Master Mike's exposed ass, growling obscenities into the struggling kid’s ear. It took me a moment to realize that, although Bear 1 was plugged into the kid, instead of pounding the punk’s pucker, he too was chatting on another fucking phone. Between the stink and the fucking techno-culture, I almost turned around and walked out of the room. “It’s about fucking time,” Psycho Mike said, standing up and stepping over the boy and the bear, adding “The kid drank all six beers and now I’m a little fucked up, too,” he said rubbing his big, bloated belly. “Take the gag off,” I told Bear 2, who laid on his back, holding the kid on his belly. “I think the boy has earned his treat.” “Yeah that’s right, we’ll need the donkey and both of the horses,” Bear 1 said into his phone, “Sure, you can call Ted. Give us about two hours…. Hell yeah, you can video tape it….he wants to send a copy to his folks for father’s day…..Seriously, he asked us to…..sure, but if you sell, it we want a cut for providing the talent….” “How much longer will you be using It for?” Master Mike asked. “I don’t know….30 minu…Jesus Mother Fucking Christ!” That’s when I saw it. The kid’s disco dick was over and his monster had returned. Even with his ass turned up so that both the Bears could fit inside his ass, the skinny blonde’s tightly bound cock reached past his bellybutton. I knew it had been inside me, but I never imagined it was so long. Maybe the rawhide stings wrapped around it, biting into the skin, had something to do with it. “He owes me a load,” I said amending my time estimate, asking “Why, what are you fuckers planning?” “When we unplugged his sewer hole, he started going on and on about “Barnyard romance” and it just so happens my buddies here have a farm, half way to Tacoma. Wanna join the party?” My head spun. The speed soaking into my ass walls made it impossible to focus. The boy’s dripping monster-meat hypnotized me. My bowels burned. The giant cum slugs wiggled and writhed inside my itchy, manhole, lining my guts with their gooey slime trails. Slowly the stink transformed into nature’s musky perfume. “There’s some dick-on-a-stick, if you want it?” Mike pointed to the full hypodermic sitting between my used, greasy butt-toys and a couple empty beer cans. “I reloaded it when these freaks were done.” “Did you all use it,” I asked, suddenly thinking about getting my dick back. “I don’t need that shit, but the bears sure like it. Want me to stick you?” Mike with a needle was a dangerous idea, but the Kaverject whispered how much it needed to be in me. “Let me give the boy his treat. You can do me while I’m on the rim seat.” My mind returned to my mission. “Okay son, how many loads have you taken for Daddy?” Looking up at me with big puppy dog eyes from inside the recently vacated toilet seat, Tweeker Timmy almost shouted, “Twelve!” “Good job, son. I guess you’ve earned it.” He struggled to get up out of the bear trap, but I told him to stay put. “A buddy down stair shoved TEN full, used rubbers up my ass. Your stash is in one of them, and I’m not gonna let you use you fingers to get them out” I said as I stepped over to where the boy and the bear could look up at me from under the rimseat. “My whole stash?!?” he whined. “Stashed in my hole. If you want it, then you’ll just have to eat it out of me, pussy boy.” The conversation ended with me sitting down on the warms suspended toilet seat. “Count them out as you go. I expect you to show me them before you swallow ‘em.” The starving boy’s mouth attached to my sphincter, before I could even get balanced. The big bear gave a low yummy growel. “Eat up, Cumdump” he snarled into the little junkies' ear. Mike smiled as he brought the point, and reached through my spread legs for my drug-withered weenie. This is the sort of thing that got Psycho Mike off, plunging a needle used by three guys into another guy’s stump. The rational part of my brain had been burned away by the amphetamine fire. All I wanted was wood, so I let him do me. “ONE!” The boy shouted, before the Bear snarled, “Swallow it." I didn’t bother to look down as the base of my dick suddenly exploded. Mike stepped away and I allowed myself to focus on the feeling of the kid's lips, suckling my most private prize. He started retching, but Mike just looked at me and said “He does that.” “….So nasty…” the kid whimpered, and the bear below him inquired if it was one of Mike’s. “Yup.” “Get used to it, shit for brains,” he said to Timmy, adding "That’s how you gob is gonna taste for the next 24 hours. Now Kiss it. Kiss It. Don’t get all piggy, yet. Kiss it like you’re gonna kiss my sister. Real sweet. Right on the lips. Just like it’s your first time. Kiss his hole real nice now. Okay now give him a little French kiss. Just slip your tongue in there a little…. That’s it.” The kid already new how to suck ass real well, but the coaching helped ad to the atmosphere. His tongue found another surprise in my rectum, and he began wiggling fiercely, trying the loosen my grip. “Oh look at that, it looks like you’ve got two there.” Glancing over at the mirror beside where I sat, I could see the fat white tips of two partially full cum bags hanging out of my dripping asslips, like thick globs of spunk frozen in time. “Milk on em, boy. Don’t pull ‘em out yet. Just chew the tips off.” Now that his mouth was filled with liquid crystal, I though he’d start loosing it but, he could still manage a little oral control and was rewarded with the rewarmed jizz that dripped on to his taste buds. “Show Daddy,” the Bear commanded. Pulling my cock and balls aside I looked into the kid’s shiny toilet hole. “Eat em both, Son,” and a split second later I felt the latex worms sucked out of me with a slick pop, followed by the sound of him chewing. Bear 1 grinned from where he knelt across from me, his fire plug prick still jammed in the boy’s over stretched cunt. “I gotta piss like a race horse,” he snarled, “but I don’t want to sour the kid’s implantation.” I responded “Hold on to it a second there, bud. You can rinse me out when I’m done here,” thinking to myself So the kid had been telling people what a foul deviant fuck his father was, huh? Baring down, I tried to push out a good, sloppy fart over the boy’s probing lips and nose, and Tweeker Timmy went nuts. Like a little kid licking a bowl of frosting, he tried to stuff his whole fucking face up my butt, and by pushing down, I made room for his mouth, nose and chin, up in my guts. Another good deep grunt was all it took, and the kid’s whole face fit up inside my ass-mask. I swear I could feel his nostrils snorting the lining of my rectum. A second later, scum bags 4, 5 and 6 sloshed from my insides into his, but the pressure of squeezing them out took its toll. “Show daddy what you found,” I commanded, and the boy responded by opening his mouth and rolling the used sperm bags around for me to see. Stuffing my swelling dick in his mouth, I started pissing right away. He coughed and choked and swallowed as fast as he could. Wrapping his slimy lips around my cock head, he began drinking, and to my amazement, he was actually sucking the urine straight from my bladder with all the force in his body. It couldn’t last. The drugs in my dick started boning me up, making it too hard to piss or even keep my baby-breeder pointed down at such a sharp angle. “Starting fingering my hole,” I told the Bear below me, and he gladly accepted. His furry fingers pushed into my ass, and then he shoved them in the kid’s mouth. Again, he shoved four fingers up my butt and wiggled them in my gut-slime, before smearing them all over my boys’ face, spending extra time pushing his slimy fingers up into the kid’s crusty nostrils. Mike, who’d been packing up his gear, stepped over to me with two more huge lambskin rubbers, as full as the first one he’d given me at the door. “Here’s an extra,” he said, “I thought I’d save it for myself, but I guess the kid will be milking it straight from the source in a couple hours.” Having promised the kid 10 cum sacks, I’d felt a little bad knowing there were only 6 for him to find, but the extra rubber inspired me. Setting one on the table next to my dildos and cunt-plugs, I untied the knot on the other, and looked down past my rock hard fuck pole to the grimy, grinning sickos below me. “Hey, Man-Bear-Pig,” I said catching the big dudes eye. “Stuff this as far up into my belly as you can reach.” His fingernails felt fine when he was digging around earlier so I wasn’t too worried as he squeezed the mouth of the massive jizz bag tightly between his thumb and first two forefingers, making the proper homosexual fist. Mike used the Joyrider brand rim seat, which features a toilet seat suspended by four springs, allowing for more bounce and control, as I sat up slightly, letting Bear 2 reached through the seat. After the dildo ramming I’d given myself earlier followed by one of the best rim jobs of my life, my hungry hole didn’t need lubing or coaxing. Sitting down on the big hairy hand, I worked my slick ass lips around his thick knuckles, then his thumb, and with one serious push, down around his wrist. Fireworks, gut searing fireworks. Even with my swollen prostate, his hand felt like it was built to fit in my bowels. And as I grunted and squirmed further down, the farther up into my stomach he reached. At some point, I stopped to breath in and adjust, and that’s when I felt him squeeze the overflowing scumbag in his hand. The extra juice was all I needed, and my intoxicated fuck hungry twat went insane, trying to swallow his entire sweaty, tattooed arm. Wringing out the deformed and bloated prophylactic with his thick fist, the big bad Bear massaged nature’s perfect steroid all over my intestinal lining, pure all natural testosterone mainlining into my blood stream. Rage and Lust pushed me up and own, rage and lust with each squish, squish, squish of my swollen ass lips on his hairy forearm. The sharp taste, bitter but something savory underneath, filled my mouth, the back of my nose and my throat. I road my prostate hard against his wrist, lost in the depraved fantasy of what was going to happen to the kid over the next 24 hours. Squish, slosh, grunt, squish, slosh. Riding up and down on the horse shaped appendage, listening him grunt at the kid, “That’s it slick up my wrist, lick that animal juice off my arm, buddy. That’s what your little cunt’s going to look, all stretched out like that real soon, Breeder boy. How’s that ass soup taste?" Master Mike had double dosed me, the son of a bitch. Weight and gravity normally did a good job of keeping my dripping prick sloping toward the ground, but the angry red fuck salami pointing out at 95 degree angle ached something fierce. The kid could only mumble and all I could do was grown. Cock sauce is the only kind of lube, and Mike’s beasts made the best semen in town. The kid didn’t know what he was licking, but I sure did, and it made my fuck hole ravenous. But I was going too far, too fast. My prostate was on the verge of detonations. Looking over at Bear #1, I stood-up, asked at the same time “You mind if I slip in there?” As I reached full height, a flood of goop splashed out of my ass along with the big bear’s fist, washing over the faces beneath me in a dense wave of gut warmed cock sauce and ass goo. And back into the kid’s mouth went the bear's slick fist, followed by his tongue and nose. They shared deep, slimy kisses as the Bear with the fat dick slid out of the boy, allowing me to pound my rock hard cunt-wrecker in alongside his friends. The change startled the boy. My dick was too long and too hard to be happy with his rectum alone, and following the other fucker's bumpy shaft. I pushed past his second sphincter into the twisting boy’s lower intestine. All his coughing and struggling wouldn’t stop me, and my buddy Bear held his gross, slimy mitt over the kid’s mouth while Tweeker Timmy screamed into his cum-covered palm. “You fucking WHORE,” I cursed, adding "You stupid, demented cum dump. Letting all theses mean men take your little cunt, spunk for brains? You let all these dirty fuckers Tag your twat, when YOU KNOW your hole belongs to Daddy!” The kid thrashed under the onslaught, inspiring the other dude to start grinding deeper still, slapping his balls against mine, as we threw the meanest fuck possible into the struggling junkie youth. “Daddy’s dirty, little Spermbank,” I repeated over and over, my mind lost in the sickest imagining of how I would have raised Timmy if he were mine, and the shit that Psycho Mike and the farm Bears were going to put him through in a few short hours. “He’s ours! Now, you sick bastard,” the ooze covered bear roared, pounding his rock hard cum gun against mine with each syllable he bellowed. “What kind of fifthly, sick, fucking pig brings his little boy to a sleazy fucking bathhouse to suck the seed out of nameless strangers? We knocked him up! He’s ours now. His insides are festering with our lethal demon seed. You gave up your right to this cunt when you pulled your dick out of him!" We waged war in his hot clenching oven, digging in deeper, trying to take more ground, carving our filthy signatures on his cave walls- his sloppy, over stuffed, cum covered walls. “Shut Up,” roared the Bear to the bo, "You think this is rough, you fucked up little bitch? This ain’t shit next to the meat that’s going to get stuffed up inside you when we get you to the farm. Cry all you want now, because I’m expecting you to take it like a man with the big horsies start riding you.” I giggled, and the Bear snarled at me, “You sick degenerate….” Timmy’s eyes rolled in his Head. Heart attach or seizure, it didn't matter to me. I had my second wind, and I was going to decorate the kid's bowels with some more of my fatherly nut-slime. His little body trembled and shook as we sword-fought inside his body, the other guy's hairy, veiny shaft working like a piston against my own. “Make room for a billion little brothers,” I shouted before I let loose, with thick rope after rope of vile, charged cock snot. The last load of the night, the copious dense cock-sludge that had collected at the bottom of my balls, blowing into my baby, big gobs of jizz as thick as chewing gum, exploding against another man’s dick a he pounded it further and further into my son’s convulsing innards. Even his little bowels craved the taste of his father’s incestuous seed. The thug beside me mashed my gunk into his own, smearing my DNA all together with his, in a sick and twisted experiment in eugenics. Slapping the boy, the Bear ordered, “Thank Daddy for his seed. Tell him why you were born." Little Tweeker was crying (and/or hyperventilating). “Thank you Poppa….Thank…." Suddenly someone shoved a fist in my unsuspecting twat…no….not a fist. Bear # 1 dropped his hairy belly on my back and stuffed his fireplug fuck knot, up into my colon. “I said,” he grrrrrrrroweled “….I gotta piss like a race horse….” And so he did. My mind couldn’t tell you what the Bears had been taking. The mucus membrane in my ass was so saturated and abused, all it could do was drink and expand. Swallowing the fire-hose straight down as it erupted inside me. “He’s our BreederBoy now,” snarled the my new Gut Master, “our sister’s ov-U-latin’ in two weeks and keeps askin’ us to bring her a pretty little sperm donor. We’re gonna pump Timmy here full o’ Zink and B6, and he’s gonna bang her cervix blind, for four days, none stop. Timmy here’s promised us triplets. He’s gonna breed us a whole bunch of little of nephews with big dicks like their daddy, and they’ll all be pre-fucked up and ready for rollin’!” The Kaverject and Padingtons humping dick kept me from getting soft or relaxing enough inside the kid to fill him with my own warm piss enema, as my lower intestines quickly filled with the urine of the beast on my back. “He’s gonna make us batches of puppies to play with,” his voice echoing in the back of my poached brain. Breathing through my nose, I tried to make room, to rearrange my inside for the filthy waste that was filling me, passing into my blood. There was a moment of silence. Pure, perfect Zen light….how long it lasted I can’t say. My inner ears were numb. My nose deaf. My skin sparking with sheer electricity. The cock yanked out and a plug slammed in. “Are we done?” Bear 2 asked Master Mike. “The car will be here in twenty minutes,” my mentor offered. Shocked by the sound of my own voice, I grunted. “Timmy owes me a load. You can’t take my boy, until he pays his daddy back for his first unfinished fuck.” “Where do you want it?” Mike asked. “In the sling…, but grab me a plug, first.” Reaching for the first cunt-cork on the table, Padington used the same slick plug I’d stuffed into Timmy earlier on for the very same purpose. This time the Bears lifted me. "But first, I got some thing for my boy…..” Neither Timmy nor I could stand very well. He’d been on his back for hours and, I had to concentrate on clamping down on the twat-stopper, holding back the gallon of bear piss, squishing around in my belly. Balancing one hand on the dildo table, I retrieved the last of Psycho Mike’s super-sized sperm samples. “Do you know where these come from, Son?” The fucked-up kid stared blankly at me, still trying to find his sea legs. “Here,” I grabbed my mega plug from the table and passed it to Pooh, “He’ll need this, you don’t want him loosing all that evil shit you pumped up into his little tummy.” Timmy shouted, but his spine straightened immediately. Untying the thick swinging scumbag, I poured the final few rocks and powder, from the smaller zipper sack into the gaping mouth of the jizz filled condom. Timmy’s eyes focused suddenly. “You want me to drink that? 'Cuz I’ll do it. I don’t give a flying fuck. Give me that…” he reached, but I kept playing keep away. “No son, if you want it, you’re going to need to snort it out.” I smiled handing him half a straw. “Gentlemen? Hold his hands.” Placing the straw in the spiked spunk, I inserted the other end into the kid’s dry nostril. And just like a little boy with a thick vanilla milkshake, he snorted in as much cock-snot as he could. “These bags were filled by Master Mike's two big buddies, REX and Marky D,” I explained, pulling the half empty bag from the dazed kid. “I’m sure they’ll make you dance with REX and Marky D before they let you go for your donkey ride.” The blond boy’s face twisted in disgust, as the ejaculate filled and then drained his dry crystal coated sinus. “That’s fucking disgusting,” he grumbled tasting the slob draining down the back of his throat. “Was it old or frozen?” “No,” I assured him, “That’s farm fresh. Mike milks it before he comes out to play.” Moving the straw to the other nostril, I couldn’t hold the secret back any more. “REX is a Bull Mastiff and Marky D is a Great Dane.” Confusion played on the kid’s face for a second. “Dog jizz?” He asked out-loud. “That’s right, crystal fortified canine ejaculate. Now finish it off for daddy,” and with one mighty snort, the sick little fucker did. Holding his head back at an angle, he shouted, “Get this Fucker into the sling!” He shook his head violently, and the Bears obeyed. My ravenous ring didn’t want to release the kid’s warm, greasy cunt-plug, but it didn’t have any choice. Squeezing my innards as tight as I could, I tried to the pull the Bear’s sewage back into my stomach, but the kid rammed his flagpole up in me before I could spill a drop. The little rings inside my ass had clamped shut to keep the piss inside me, but my boy wasn’t going to stand for it, pushing in as hard and as deep as he could. All the stretching from the butt bumps, the bear fist and my own dildos made it easier for him to slam his way into my lower intestine, brutally pushing the other guys urine deeper into my system. “Carve your name in his ass,” Bear 1 coached the boy. “Spray-paint your DNA all over your daddy’s sloppy cum-chute,” added Bear 2. “Charge him. Charge his ass good. Spark up your Daddy.” “Make ‘im your first convert.” "Yeah, breed him with your sick seed. Plant your germ it your poppa’s ass.” “Breed, BREED, BREED!” They chanted as the kid pounded, and I ground down as hard as I could, trying to mash his teenage testicles into my bottomless pit. “Make him cry, Timmy,” Master Mike instructed, “Make your daddy cry as you poison and pollute his insides. Hurt him, boy, hurt him real good.” The tweeked out little freak shook insanely as he put his roto-hammer to work. He snarled and grunted like a dog. Foaming white froth seemed to form around his nose and mouth. Somewhere in the background, I could hear the sound of one of the sweaty spectators slapping his ass, smacking the buttplug with hard, loud pops. “Come on Son, show Daddy what’s in your nuts, you stupid little pussy….” That set him off. “I Am Not Just a Fuck Hole For You and Your Friends To Fucking Violate every Fucking Day of My God Damned fucking Life you Fucking Filthy bastard,” the boy cried, “I am A Man, I am a Fucking Breeder, I’m Gonna Be a D….”” “Breed him, boy….” “Get daddy preggers with your demon seed, Buddy-boy. Shove it up deep inside Daddy, mark up his walls….” “Come on, Son. Tag me, boy. Whitewash my insides and go.” And he did. He howled and jerked and thrashed and fucked, pumping a nights worth of pent up ball juice up deep inside my worn and battered bowels. Despite the drugs and the piss and the bruised tissue inside me, I could swear I felt his goop fire up into my stomach- wad after wad of backed up baby-batter, spewing all over my insides, as he tried to hammer it and mash it into my tender mucus membranes. He grunted and groaned and dumped and grunted. The men behind him where congratulating him, telling him what a good father he’ll be, and how he was the perfect carrier for their toxic waste. Their words helped him slow down a little as he tried to catch his breath. Bear #1 asked him a question and he nodded. “Do it now,” said the Bear 1, “Do it now so we can be done with him.” My mind couldn’t quite grasp what had been said, but it didn’t matter. Something happening in the pit of my stomach held my attention. Fire down below. The pressure of pent up piss began to increase at a gut churning rate. My asshole bit down on the base of his prick but it didn’t stop the swelling inside me. His fever burned my bowels once again. The hot flashes of his piss blending together with the bear’s set me spinning. The shitty six pack enema the boy drank earlier had worked its way down his throat and into his bladder in a very short time, and as my stomach began to buckle, I tried pointing to my towel. I tried to focus on all of the grinning whiskers that looked down around me. “For my boy” I whispered, and Bear 1 seemed to hear. My throbbing, bruised prostate, my heart, my brain, my eyeballs, my tongue all floated in a sea of warm, noxious piss. Words weren’t forming, just wave after wave of stinky, stale salt-water, pushing into me as it soaked into my bloodstream, absorbed through my lining of my bowels. “Good boy” was all that I could get out, when Pooh returned with the other baggy full of Tina, Timmy’s shiny face lit up like a little cherub on Christmas day, grinning at the sight of all the snow still waiting for him in his bag. “Wait ‘til you get him to the barn,” I tried to say to his new pals… his brothers.. in law, if I was really remembering their plans… “Good luck with the triplet’s… don’t clamp down when Mr. Ed cums or you’ll…. Kill your self.” “Too late,” Master Mike chuckled. As he removed his rod from my Honey Bucket, he very gently slipped the fat plug back in its place. Stretching over my body, laying his smooth sweat soaked skin on my furry bloated belly, Timmy tried to kiss me, but I wasn’t going to let the little fuck-hole embarrass himself in front of his new friends. “Jesus mother Fucking Christ,” I said so they all could hear me, “Your breath smells like you’ve already blown the whole fucking kennel.” The kid stopped and smiled. Slapping his palm on my forehead, he pushed my head back, stuffed his nose in my mouth and gave a mighty blow. Before they left, I asked them to turn on the porn and shut the door. They invited me to join them, but I knew if I did, I’d end up trying to steal the spotted donkey dong form the hungry boy’s cunt-mouth. Laying on my back with my swollen dick of death pointing like rock hard arrow up at my chin, I marinated, lost in the clamping and relaxing of my aching gut-ring, wrapped round the fat pacifier, holding back the jizz of ten men and two massive dogs, along with the piss of a bear and a boy. My convulsing heart beat caused the plug to hump me with little conscious effort. I rubbed my swollen, bloated belly, and basted, savoring the warm, salty-sour mixture of canine ejaculate and bitter Tina dripping down the back of my throat, just waiting for another second wind.
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So, men. How was your weekend? My ass will never be the same! I think there were six guys in all. IN ORDER, AS I RECALL THEM. STARTING FRIDAY NIGHT I started with a regular fucker, Marc, who I see often. He was a pay-for-play boy when I first met him. Now we see each other just for the hell of it. We are both already poz. But there's something so hot about just re-infecting each other over and over again. Marc is a guy who loves getting his ass sucked on, which is one of my favorite things. He has also developed a taste for bondage. OK, I can get off on getting him off with a whip if I need to! When we get together, the sex just goes on and on. I lost track of the number of loads we exchanged between us Friday night. Never enough, though. THEN THERE WAS SATURDAY MORNING when I woke up horny as hell. And I was horny especially for some new guy I didn't know. Some whore boy that could get off on a poz guy wanting more poz. This was my weekend to take it up the ass. My head was still fucked over by some weed that my friend Marc had brought along. So I called another new guy out of the local "yellow pages." While I waited, I had a little more of the fun stuff Marc had left for me. This big fuckin' in-shape demigod showed up at my door. His ad did not do him justice. Bronzed up from time at the beach, long blond hair, about 27 years old, and a HUGE rigid piece waiting to penetrate me! It took no time at all. I was down on his dick the moment he walked through the door. I have a spacious throat, and I put him in heaven right away. I must've nursed his dick for half an hour or so before I started whining and begging for him to hurt me somehow. We hadn't talked about physical stuff when I first called him. Interestingly enough, he was ready! The muscle man’s dick was rigid and ready. But he wasn't. He wanted to play some other games first. One finger, then two, then three, and before I knew it, half a hand was up my butt! I really don't know how long he worked my ass that way, or how far in he finally went. I was in an "expanded consciousness" zone and didn't fuckin' care! The deeper, the harder, the rougher, the better! What I do remember is that this guy was into some hard inside work. My ass was sore from the night before and the long slow fuckings I had gotten from Marc, so this guy’s pounding was pushing my limits. I could feel myself being punched up inside. Holy shit. What was I going to do? Impaled on this guys arm there was nothing TO do. Eventually he pulled out, cleaned up a little, then rolled over and shoved that huge prick up my ass and rode me. I was in heaven. I was sore as hell, but in heaven. It hurt, but I knew that meant I was torn up inside and that thought made me even hotter. He kept passing me poppers as he ram fucked my hole. When he finally exploded it felt like a geyser had broken loose. "You really want my poz cum up that torn up hole of yours?" he asked. "Oh, yeah. All of it, baby!" So he lit it rip, so to speak. And because I was roughed up inside, I could feel every big and little splash of it! I hadn't cum yet. So he asked me how I'd liked the fuck. "Great," I said. "The only way it could be better is if I'd been beaten, too." That got his attention. He made a huge fist and asked me how I liked my beatings! How lucky could I be! "Hey man, you're the aggressor, you do it as you like." And while I laid there hard as a rock, he started to pummel me! I have a black eye still. And a tender rib cage. "You better cum quick or I'll beat the shit out of you," he said. "Wait," I said. "I know what would be hot for me." "OK, faggot, what do you want?" "Take that bungee cord and wrap it tight around my neck." "How tight?" "If I really go unconscious, you'd best let it up." So he wrapped it around my neck and pulled. As strong as he was, it wasn't long before I could feel myself blacking out. A hit of poppers pushed me right over the edge just as I lost consciousness. I'm not sure how long I was out. The fucker was a gentleman. There he was, waiting to be paid off. I've filed his number for future reference. Before many hours had passed, though, my slutting instincts had taken over again and I knew I had to have more. Which makes it, I think, EARLY SATURDAY EVENING. The yellow pages boys were too sleek for what I knew I needed now. I needed a street walker. Much to my delight, I found two! They had to treat me with kid gloves. By then, my black eye was enormous. "Hey man, shouldn't we take you to the hospital or something?" asked one. "You shithead, they'll think we did it to him!" said the other. "Relax, boys, I'll be OK. Just come fuck the shit out of me in your own special ways." We went to fuck around at a place one of them keeps near Santa Monica Boulevard. I had seen them before on the street, so I felt mostly safe. I'd already had my violence rush for the day, so I didn't need to feel unsafe! And I was super fucking sore inside and out, so I didn't need to be roughed up anymore. It was strange, in some odd ways. We made love in this gentle little ménage à trois and it was like real, old-fashioned love making. They knew I wanted it bareback, and they were happy to accommodate me. And I, they. No lights and sirens, no fireworks, just lots of cum in all the right places. It was great. See you on the street, guys! SUNDAY I TOOK THE DAY OFF, SORT OF, but by Sunday evening, I was ready for it again. On-line I had located boy from LA who didn't usually get paid, but was willing to let me pay him to poz up my ass if I wanted him to. So he came over, and we made our fun. He was youngish, maybe 23 or so. He hadn't been certified poz for very long, and was just getting into sharing the poison seed around. I told him I was trying to re-infect as much as possible, and that got him hot and bothered. And so another load went up my ass! But he also asked for a rim job. Best rim jobs in California here, so I obliged him. That got him all hot again, and before I knew it, I had another load creaming down my throat. And he was another one without enough experience to be comfortable pissing down a guy’s throat, so I helped him practice as much as he could. But that turned him on in reverse, and suddenly he wanted me to whiz down his throat! How could I refuse?? WHAT WAS I TO DO? THERE WAS STILL MONDAY when in early afternoon I checked in on the little Asian call boy I'd laid last weekend. He sounded like he'd been sitting by the phone waiting for my call for days (do girls still do that sort of thing?). He was ready, he said. He wanted it again. He hadn't had sex all week, because he didn't want to spoil the seed. I told him I didn't think it worked that way. Then I told him to get his ass over to my place and get what he had coming! Upon arrival his first question was “What the hell happened to you?" "Don't worry. I found a new buddy who threw me a punch or two," I said. "It was great.” "Doesn't it hurt?" he worried. "Isn't that the point?" I replied. That kind of freaked him out. He clearly didn't want it to happen to him. “Don't worry”, I said. “It won't. At least not here.” "You don't want me to do that, do you?" “No,” I chuckled, “once a weekend is enough.” As we were talking, though, I could tell that something about it was making him horny. His cock was pressing hard up against the front of the athletic shorts he was wearing. That made me horny again (doesn't take much) and he could see my dick responding. I had met him naked at the door. And suddenly he was down on it. I could tell he wanted more of what he had last weekend. "You want it again, don't you?" I asked. "Oh, God, I want it so bad, so much," he said. "Tell me how much you want it, baby doll." All of a sudden he's weeping all over my penis telling me how great it was to know for sure that the seed I'd given him was certified poz. I was finally coming out of the chemical haze I'd spent much of the weekend in. The coming out was great too. Suddenly he was all over my dick, practically climbing onto it. Last week I slowed him down. This week I just let him have his way with me. We went to the bedroom. By now we're both rock hard, and waiting to jump each other's bones. I laid down intending to arrange things and get comfortable, but all of a sudden, he climbed on top of me and had let himself down onto my cock. I just let him have at it. "Go for it, baby doll." And he rocked away on my dick until he brought me off in his ass! Again with the tears and the gratitude. "OK, baby doll, I get it." "Can I stay? Would you be able to do this again?" “I don't know, I've been playing pretty hard,” I said. But he did stay, for about eight hours, and I was able to give him what he wanted. And he got to practice his new skills as well. At the end of the evening, when he was ready to home, he turned to me as I reached for my wallet. "No, here. I want you to have your money back from last week. You've given me what I wanted. Here's your money. And here's some more." FUCK! The kid wanted to pay me! And I took it! Stunned, I took it! I'm a whore! A pay-for-play boy! A rent-boy! Well, the whore bit's really no secret, is it. Goes with being the poz slut that I am…. So, men. How was your weekend? Irish
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Hey guys- all bottom man here, doing Barcelona for the first time- have my hotel booked ( Barcelona CityHotel on C'Arago) So, here is the deal: I am hoping to exist on Catalan cock all week long- cock in my mouth, in my ass , fisting, some piss play too. If all travel goes well I am heading to Berlin Dark on 21 Sep- a Tues, and will be bare and open for filling and your pleasure. On Wed evening, I plan to check out OPenMind, and again will be there for the sole purpose of making the men of BCN happy and satisfied sexually. If anyone in BCN is reading this and wants to hook up, get back to me- I plan to have a laptop , but not sure about power adapters working etc. \ How much cum can a man get in Barcelona in 175 hours ?? <g> . Hola chicos, todo hombre fondo aquí, haciendo de Barcelona para la primera vez, tengo mi hotel reservado (Barcelona CityHotel en C'Arago) Así pues, aquí es el trato: Espero que exista la polla catalán durante toda la semana-la polla en la boca , en mi culo, fisting, algunos mear jugar con ellos. Si todos los viajes va bien me estoy dirigiendo a Dark Berlín el 21 de septiembre-un mar, y se desnuda y abierta para el llenado y su placer. En la noche del Miércoles, tengo la intención de visitar Openmind, y volverá a estar allí con el único propósito de hacer que los hombres de BCN contentos y satisfechos sexualmente. Si alguien en BCN está leyendo esto y quiere conectar, volver a mí, pienso tener una computadora portátil, pero no está seguro acerca de adaptadores de corriente de trabajo, etc \ Cómo cum Cuánto puede un hombre entrar en Barcelona en 175 horas? <g>
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Having advertised a POZZING PARTY, I had 4 guys cum over—2 POZ (self-included), 3 NEGS and 3 No-Shows. No one except I, as Host, was absolutely certain of each Reveler’s Status; and that I had to know, to guarantee fair treatment of the NEGS. The first guy to arrive, one of the NEGS, went down on me. We 69’d; and that's when Stud #2, a POZ Dude like myself, arrived. He got on his knees to rim the NEG’s Mancunt. That aroused the NEG, who deep-throated me insatiably. Ten minutes later, two other NEGS arrived, a Latino and a short fem Blonde. I told the former to lock the door, so we could go at each other uninterrupted. NEG #1, the one with whom I’d 69’d, announced he wanted to get fucked. That was all he had to say—because we literally dragged him down the stairs, and threw him in my Sling. One after another, we fucked his pretty bubble Butt, cumming inside him, Spooge spilling out onto the carpet. I whispered to the other POZ Dude to let the two NEGS have at him, so that the Hole we inherited would hopefully be well-used and abraded. I think he took the hint as to who was NEG and who was POZ. The Bottom moaned that he was gonna shoot. I shoved my oozing Dick between his lips. He groaned louder, arched his back, and shot his last NEG Load all over his chest! The two NEGS standing over him, creamed on his Pubes, while the POZ guy pumped his acrid Jizm up his Rectum. It was just too much for me to bear. I shot my POZ Seed deep down his gullet. I and the POZ Top slumped onto the Bottom in the Sling. The NEGS sat down. We were all spent. The NEG Latino guy announced he, too, wanted a Load up his Asshole. The four of us lined up to fuck him in the Sling. We alternated between biting his Nips, fucking his face, and making him eat our Pussies. Eventually he got a few loads, although not mine. After about 4 hours, and a couple beers each, the guys were pretty well exhausted. One by one they trailed off for home, except for the fem NEG Blonde. When we were alone he confided, ”I’ve always wanted to be raped.” "No problem," I said, recognizing that you can't really “rape” the willing. But I was more than willing to give it a shot. I led him down the stairs and handcuffed him. I had some rope hanging from the ceiling, and tied the cuffs to it, suspending him, his arms behind his back. He started to complain, so I grabbed an old jock strap and shoved it between his teeth. I punched him in the stomach (none too hard), lambasting him, “You’re my meat now! I couldn't care less how bad you feel!” I lubed up his Pussy with my special blend of butter-flavored Crisco, Baby Oil, and Ambusol (an over-the-counter toothache medication) and started fingering his Prostate, making his pretty Cock bounce hard as a rock. I progressed to 2 fingers, still working on his Prostate, making his Cock bob frenetically. When I went for 3 fingers, he started squirming and protesting. He flinched and groaned, and tried to scream through the fabric of the jock strap. When I inserted the 4th finger, he jumped sky high and got twisted up cause of the cuffs. I used my free hand to grab the Poppers bottle and opened it with my teeth. I held it to his nostrils for 15 seconds, force-feeding him an enormous hit. Intoxicated by the Inhalant, his Ass loosened up enough so I could get my thumb in, too. I grabbed the Crisco and relubed the portion of my hand that wasn’t up his Ass. Applying all the pressure I could muster, I shoved my Duke completely up his Pussy! He squirmed and twisted, trying to pull off. My primal instincts got the best of me. I didn’t give a shit whom or what got hurt. It was Him or Me—Do or Die, with Me Doing or Him Dying. I was determined to subjugate the Dude. "YOU'RE GONNA TAKE MY FUCKING FIST, BOY. LIKE IT OR NOT!" He was breathing really hard—almost hyperventilating. To my amazement, I was already in him up to my wrist! My Cock was raging. With my free hand I grabbed his Dick, which had gone soft, and jerked It rhythmically, while I plowed my other Fist in and out of his pretty blonde Manpussy. I wrapped my arm around him real tight and aimed my rock hard Cock at the Hole in which my digits were concealed. On the third attempt I got my Shaft in beside my curled up palm and his Ass Walls. He moaned and groaned in pain and pleasure, but mostly pain. Once I got my Dick in him, I fucked him with a real fury! When I got pretty close, I wanted him to shoot. I love the feel of being inside an Ass when a Dude Cums. Makes me Cum, too. As my left hand jerked and yanked his Shaft, I fucked him with a vengeance. I felt his tension mount, his back arch, and his legs stiffen. I pumped till he began to yelp behind the Jock Strap. His Cock, by then as hard as any Shaft can get, bounced up and down and twitched maniacally as I jacked him off. Precum drooled through my fingers, as my other hand kept on drilling at his Hole while simultaneously my Cock slid in and out of him. He wailed with short, arrhythmic bursts. His Dickhead lurched as he shot his first wave of NEG orgasmic Nectar. I plowed his Ass, getting very close to spurting. His Cock kept on twitching with spirited thrusts, spitting out NEG ManJuice as I pumped It. I bawled that I, too, was gonna shoot. He ejaculated further. Our mutual Orgasms seemed to go on forever. I shot a huge diseased Load up his Ass, filling him with pure unmedicated Virus. Within him, I could feel the deceptive warmth of my cold contaminated Jizm as it splashed against my hand. NEG Cream dribbled down my wrist as his Rod spurted more unadulterated ManSeed with each convulsion. I teased his Cock Head with my fingernail, tantalizing him still further. I used my hand inside his Pussy to milk every drop of toxic Spooge from my sadistic Tool, spilling each and every septic Glob onto his Innards. Once our stores were mutually depleted, I withdrew hand and Shaft from his ravaged Pussy. When I untied the cuffs, he fell to the floor. I removed the jock strap. “MY GOD!” he bellowed, but before he could finish what he was saying, I shoved his face onto my Rod so he could drain the last remaining drops of Bug-Infested Semen. Once I was sure I had passed along all the Sick Spunk I had to offer, I grabbed the key. His wrists were raw, abraded by the cuffs; and I applied Absorbine Junior. That must have stung because he flinched. He stayed the night with me, and I fucked him at 3 more times before he left, each time ejaculating blighted Spooge into his Mancunt. He promised to Cum to my Party in December. Perhaps by then, he, too, will have something POZITIVE to offer.
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How did I meet Alan? He worked at the Daltons I frequent. He’d processed enough of my special orders and backorders that we’d cum to know each other by name. On occasion he’d call my home to tell me this book or that had come in. I always suspected Alan was Gay. I might have tried to make something of it, were I not 42 and POZ; and I imagine Alan was in his low twenties. So I’d always smile or wave and leave it at that. Actually I did see him around. At a bookstore, too, though not of the Daltons variety—where I and my colleagues went to get off. When our eyes met, his countenance lit up. “Hi, Mr. Wilson.” “Alan! Nice to see you! And the name is Jim.” Alan glanced around at the men cruising the corridors. “These guys are Gay, aren’t they, Jim? I’ve never been in here before. I haven't often come in here - I usually just dream about it..” “Then you’re among friends. Tell you what. See that Green Door over there? That leads to the bar. Let’s have a drink, talk it over; and, if you want, I’ll show you around.” “Okay - I'll meet you in a couple of minutes.” We crossed into the bar and took a remote table near the johns. I approached the bartender and ordered two bourbon-and-cokes, and returned to Alan where he told me about himself. Turned out Alan only thought he was Gay, cause he’d never really had sex outside of fooling around with some high school buds. And he was there to find out “the truth.” I sipped my drink and ordered him another which he gulped down as I recounted what I’d seen at the bookstore—Fucking and Sucking, Rimming and Orgies, and, occasionally, Fisting and Crossdressing. “Doesn’t anybody go in just to watch? I mean, do you have to do something?” “Course you don’t. You can be as picky and choosy as you want. And go home just as horny as when you came in. Tell you what. Let’s share a booth and watch a movie and you can judge for yourself.” After his third drink, a double, Alan was on the verge of inebriation—totally relaxed, inhibitions vanished, but not quite tipsy. Given his youthful and lissome appearance, the stalkers were ready to pounce, so I quickly ushered the guy into a Booth. I purposely selected a Stall with Glory Holes on both sides. As I latched the door, there was a mad dash to the adjoining compartments. I stripped down and told Alan to take off his Tee and pull down his jeans. Reluctant at first, he sheepishly complied. When he was down to his briefs, I urged him to peer through one of the Holes. The Sleaze in the next Stall was beating off with one eye on Alan. Nervously, Alan licked his lips. The Fag misinterpreted, and slid his fat slimy Cock through the hole. Alan was uncertain of the protocol, so I handed him my bottle of Poppers and bent down to demo. Literally holding my nose (the dude in the next Stall was a Sleaze) I wrapped my lips about the odious Shaft and proceeded to Suck—one, two, three deep strokes, before taking the fetid Manshaft down my throat. Alan had never done Amyl before, let alone sucked a Cock, so I instructed him to uncap the bottle, take 3 hits in each nostril, and inhale deeply. I pushed him to his knees and guided his lips toward the effusive Pole. Inhibitions diminished by booze and the fumes, with his natural instincts Alan was transformed from an inexperienced man into a rip-roaring Fag. Glistening fibers of Precum dangled from the Stranger’s Piss Slit to the Youth’s lips, as Alan, appetite whetted by his first taste of Manmeat, grew cognizant of what was to Cum. After a few minutes of Cocksucking, the Sleaze Pit moaned loudly. “Don’t let me down, guy. Use the Poppers. Inhale deeply. Keep on Sucking the Dude.” In a second Alan was rewarded with his first Load of Cum as DISEASED SEED spewed down the Teenager’s throat. Yeah, I knew the Fucker was POZ. Of course I didn’t want to bother Alan with such trivia, but I was ecstatic at how quickly the Boy had been exposed to the Bug. Alan initially had trouble taking the Venom. The Poison oozed down his chin. But I urged him to swallow as much as he could, and thank the Sleaze for fucking his face. He came down from his sexual high dripping with sweat and inundated with Cream. Sensing he was a bit overwhelmed, I urged him to make the Amyl his constant companion, and use it freely and often. I suggested that, as a Newbie and a First Timer, it behooved him to suck the guy in the opposite booth who’d been patiently waiting. His desire piqued, Alan pigged out at the other Glory Hole, sliding his lips on a nice seven-incher, a definite upgrade from the previous Shaft. His timorousness (along with his fear of disease) diminished as I spewed a licentious stream of obscenities in his ear. Shortly, Alan was honored with his second Load of the night as the man spasmed and shot a Wad down his throat. I couldn’t help but smile as Alan wiped his lips. While I had previously pointed out the Green Door, I had failed to mention the black one, beyond which the Youth would soon learn what it meant to be a manpussy. From overdoing the Poppers and the effect of the booze, Alan didn’t feel so hot. I accompanied him to the john where he felt queasy and sick. I avowed I had just what he needed, and pulled a little blue Pill I kept stashed in my billfold. He gulped it down. We sat down on the bench by the staff lockers to wait. I’d given him an Amphetamine I rarely indulged in, because of its strength. I groped his thigh, till I felt his Cock stiffen. “How you feelin’?” “Much better!” In fact, he was flying. We passed through the black door into the back room. In the dark chamber, unseen hands groped Alan as I tongued his lips and lobes. I implored him to go with the flow and let it happen—that this was what he wanted and needed, and it was wrong to resist. Coarse impatient hands unbuckled his belt and pulled off his Tee as his jeans dropped to the floor. As our eyes adjusted, we made out a dozen guys of all ages and sizes, one threesome entwined in simultaneous shagging, as their compatriots inched their way towards the Boy. Deviants on their knees ravished Alan's Cock and Balls, while others suckled his Nips and nuzzled his neck. I knelt to eat his Mancunt, as I withdrew a small tube of Vaseline from my sock. I worked one, then two greased fingers into his Pussy while I lubed up my Cock. God! It was all I could do to resist ramming my whole Fist up his Ass! But that would have spoilt the fun yet to Cum. Alan moaned and, remembering his Poppers were trapped in his fallen pants pocket, eagerly accepted a little brown bottle from one of the Dudes. I grasped Alan’s hips, pressed my stiffening Dick to his Anus, and slid in till my Balls bounced off his Ass Cheeks. Although Alan showed every indication of being a natural born Bottom, he had a great deal of difficulty accepting my Shaft; and the guttural groans from deep in his throat were not strictly moans of delight. But the Poppers and the Amphetamine, along with the Alcohol still in his system, allayed his discomfort. So I pounded and plowed his ex-Virgin Hole till ropes of POZ Jizm shot into his Ass. Sated and exhausted, I withdrew and came out coated with a Slimy Veneer of Cum, Shit, and Blood. Next the Dude who’d offered Alan the Poppers impaled the Youth. Facilitated by previous deposits of Cum, the second and subsequent Penetrations went smoothly. By the end of the night Alan had taken 7 Loads up his Ass and 9 down his throat, lacking mine, which I was saving for later. Not bad for a Virgin. Most of the Dudes who plowed Alan were acquaintances, a couple of whom I call friends. At least 3, maybe 4, of the Loads had been POZ. At one point, a small contingent of Alan’s admirers chanted, “Charge Him! Charge Him!”—though I’m convinced Alan, as ensnared by concupiscence as he was, didn’t hear or just didn’t care. When we left at 4 AM, Alan remarked he had no idea how great ManSex could be, and how he would have done every guy in the joint, were it not for the persistent pain in his Butt and the Blood. He asked if I had another of those little blue Pills, and I said he’d have to come back to My Place to get one. I also suggested a little Pot and a stiff drink might help him sleep. Without further ado, I guided him to my car. The night was as old as I was, but the morning was young. And there was still much to be done.
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I was kinda bored the other night so I headed to the park. There was a new moon, and it was extremely dark. A couple cars were in the lot, but for all I knew they were bashers or undercover cops. The park can be a dangerous place at night, so I erred on the better side of caution. Once in the Tearoom I stopped to let my eyes adjust. It was pitch black, except for incandescent flickers as vehicles traversed the lot. At the urinal, a Tall Dude was getting sucked by a Young Guy. I must have missed part of the action cause his pants were already down around his feet. An Old Fart stole up behind him, spat on his Shaft, and rammed it up the Youngster's Ass. The Kid squealed like a pig, though it sounded kinda funny since his mouth was stuffed with Cock. The Punk struggled to pull off; but the Dude fucking his face gripped his head tightly, and the Troll behind him locked his arms about his waist. He was impaled beyond escape. A few minutes later both men cried out as they shot inside the Kid. The Boy protested vehemently, but choked and gagged as the Tall One spooged down his throat. The two Assailants pulled out; and the defeated, ravaged Youth slumped to the floor. One of the men wrapped his arm around the other, like they were lovers or good friends. The Troll rebuked the Punk, "You're a Tight Fuck, Sonny Boy; but ya gotta learn to play the game." I glanced down at the sobbing Youth. He looked like he was gonna puke, but climbed slowly to his knees. He asked why I hadn't intervened. I shrugged; but he persisted, "WHY!?" "I thought you were havin’ a good time." "Getting’ raped by a couple of Perverts? You call that fun? Fuck you!” Ungrateful Dude! That Boy's response reminded me of how I was ungrateful once. It was during a thunderstorm. I didn't think anyone'd be in the park, but decided to chance it. I was surprised to find several cars in the lot, one of which was a black van. No sooner did I walk into the john than I saw a huge bulky man standing near the urinal. Fuck was he built! In his late 30's, 6'5", solid muscle, bald head, and wearing fatigues. Needless to say I was more than wary—especially of someone who towered over me like that. I looked at him awestruck as I walked past. I'd gotten soaked from the rainstorm and dried myself with toilet paper. I saw the Guy was staring at my stall. I didn't know if he was cruisin’ me or what—so I decided to get the hell outta there. As I walked by he grabbed my arm. He pulled out his Cock. It was a Monster—9", thick as a beer can. He pushed me to my knees and slapped that Monster ‘cross my face, commanding, "SUCK IT!" I did as I was told. It was hard getting the whole thing down my throat, but he fed it to me slowly. Gradually my lips grew moist with his PreCum. He ordered me to follow him to his black van. I noticed all the other cars had gone. It was just he and I left in the park. He pushed me inside. "Got a handle, Sonny?" 'Of course, you Stupid Shit!' I thought; but replied succinctly, "My name is Charles." "Well, Charlie Boy, you and me are gonna party.” He pulled a syringe outta his pocket. Till then I'd done nothing more extreme than Poppers. The Dude took off his jacket and stuck the needle his arm. Fascinated I watched the liquid shit disperse. "Your turn, Boy." He pulled off my Tee. "I don't like needles, Sir." "Yer gonna love this one." God, it was sleazy the way he grinned. He grabbed my trembling arm and plunged the dirty needle in. With the enthusiasm of a condemned man, I watched the once clear fluid, now tainted pink, inject into my bloodstream. I sat transfixed and waited. He roused me from my reverie by gnawing on my Nips. He pulled me to his chest and demanded I succor him in kind. He pushed me down on his Mammoth Shaft and soon Spittle and Precum were drooling from my lips. As I struggled to take him down my throat, he berated me with oaths and curses. I grew erect. It was the drug, I knew. Soon I was slurping on his thick Dick like a Sex-Crazed Prostitute. It was the drug, I knew. The Fag made me pig-out on every inch of his athletic bod. I sucked his Dick. I took his Loads. He batted me about, and I deserved it. The drug again, I knew. He sat on my face, and I ate his shitty Hole. He fucked me raw and took Viagra to keep erect. In turn I used the Poppers he provided. His beefy fist squirreled up my Rectum—up to the wrist—while I begged and moaned for his whole arm. It was the drug, I knew. How hot he was and what and what a worthless Shit I was! The drug again, I knew. He convinced me I was a Fuckin' Slut who’d eat out any Hole that came along and stretch my legs back over my head in accession to all Cummers. It was the drug, I knew. I licked his jockstrap and sucked it clean—the Sweat and Piss and Shit and Cum out of his undergarment. The influence of the drug, I knew. My Pussy was on fire by then. I could have taken a fuckin’ baseball bat and wanted to fuck on forever. The drug again, I knew. I stuck my fingers up my Ass, scooping out the red-brown Goop, and ravaged down the sacrilegious excrement. I woke in the morning, slumped over my steering wheel, with one horrendously sore Ass. I’d learned what a Fuckin' Slut I was—who’d eat out any Hole that came along and stretch my legs back over my head for ingress by all Cummers. I had to be honest—confront myself. It wasn’t just the drug. I knew!
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I started barebacking when I was 21. I was dating a guy who was POZ. He was a total Bottom, and I hadn't yet found out what I was—so I accommodated him. After a few torn and ripped Condoms, I concluded I was more likely to die in an auto accident than to acquire HIV from a Bottom. After we broke up I discovered the joy of bathhouses. I had a friend who was big on bookstores, so I persuaded him to go with me to the Baths. I always topped bareback unless the Trick asked for a Condom. All that changed two years ago. For once in my life, I wanted to get fucked. I asked my Buddy to fuck me. In seconds he had his Dick up my Ass. I'd never pried into his Status, but told him to pull out if he were POZ. He did. By the time my POZ Bud moved away, I'd converted to full-time Bottom on an unending quest for a regular Fuck Buds. I took on all Cummers and never asked anyone to pull out. I figured I was POZ already, so what the hell! Life in a small town sucks when it cums to sex. Often you gotta travel for miles. So I didn't get out very often—what with work and all. Around December I couldn't find any sex what with the holidays and bad weather. I sunk into a slump. Over the next several months I had sex with a few local guys. In March I got tested, and the results came back NEG. The Counselor told me the tests were 90% accurate after 3 weeks. In the 3 weeks prior, no one had shot up my Ass, so I had a clean bill of health. I figured that was my second chance, and maybe I should reconsider my lifestyle. I swore off the Baths. I allowed locals who said they were NEG to fuck me—because in a town this size you can't conceal your Status very long. Any POZ guys I ran into always lived too far away—so I could chat without fearing they might want to meat up. Saturday of Memorial Day weekend I worked until evening and didn't have to be back till Tuesday afternoon. That gave me most of the weekend to fuck around. I logged on, intending my first stop to be the local Chat Room, but I misclicked and ended up in a Cincy room by mistake. Within seconds I got an i.m. from a Dude in the burbs. He was really horny and wanted to drive up and fuck me. "You're a Top?" I inquired with some trepidation. "Totally and completely. And I only bareback." I couldn't help it. MY KINDA GUY! "You POZ or NEG?" he asked. I told him I'd just tested NEG, and he announced that he was POZ. "Is that a problem?" I took a deep breath. My ongoing conundrum—POZ or NEG. How I responded could (and did) affect the rest of my life. But simply put, I was bored, lonely, and desperate for sex. I decided to play semi-safe. It'd worked in the past. After all, I was still NEG. "No problem," I responded, "but I might ask you to pull out." "Your call. Ever been fisted?" "I think I'm too tight. Love watersports, though." "Oh, yeah!" "And humiliation..." "Can you call me?" He gave me his number. I called him right away. I gave him directions, and we made arrangements to meat at midnight. He arrived at 12:30. His pic didn't do him justice. He was totally hot. I'm not the skinniest guy in the world, and I prefer partners who are slightly rotund. Otherwise I get insecure thinking I'm fat and wondering what some greek god would want with a fat slob like me. He was thinner than I, but no 6-pack abs or anything, so I felt at ease. I took him in my mouth and shortly thereafter he rimmed me. He slid up my body, kissing me, and pushed in me dry. It hurt, but not as bad as other dry fucks. He flipped me on my back—my knees pressed to my chest, my legs flung over his shoulders. A couple of times he froze deep within me. I was thinking I shouldn't press my luck. I told him to pull out. "UGHHHHH! TOO LATE!" I figured he'd give me fair warning, but he was the strong, silent type. Though it never really hurt, using only Spit for Lube, I knew I had to be torn up inside. I felt elated, yet feared that Fate would yet extract it's Pound of Flesh. He whispered he could cum again; and since I'd already crossed the line, I saw no reason to demur. I could taste my Cum and Ass Juice on his Shaft, unadulterated by latex or lube. I sucked him till I ached. We threw caution to the wind. He wanted me to cum when he did. I jerked slowly, anticipating he'd shoot. Maybe it's my submissive side, but I think a Bottom should never cum till the Top is satisfied. He grabbed my Dick, stroked me, and I shot. True to his word, he spooged simultaneously, whispering what how spiritual it felt to feel me spasm round his Cock. He pushed me on my stomach, and stuck his finger up my Ass, then in my mouth, then back up my Ass, then past my cum-deprived lips, force-feeding me his creamy white Toxin. Since I had just gotten off, I wasn't in the mood for further foreplay. I thought he was gonna fist me and told him that I couldn't handle that. "SHUT UP AND TAKE IT LIKE A MAN!" I tried—but it hurt like hell. It felt like he was forcing his whole fist up my Rump; and, in retrospect, he probably was. I believe he was purposefully roughing me up, cause, not 10 minutes later, he stuck his Cock back up my Pussy. I reiterated I couldn't take anymore. He responded he'd "MAKE IT VERY QUICK AND DIRTY!" I didn't even feel like a Quickie by then. "Wanna rest awhile?" I hinted none too subtlety. "Nah!" he replied. "Got church in the morning." He shoved his Cock in hard and held it there. I had tears in my eyes; but he whispered, "You can take it. You'll be okay. This won't take but a minute. You'll be a little sore in the morning; but in a few weeks, you'll cherish this forever." He came in me for the 3rd time. I think he knew exactly what he was doing. I was not nearly as relaxed as when GETTIN' POZZED was just a fantasy. I knew he had scratched me up with his nails, just as surely as he had spewed Poison Jizm up my Cunt. I couldn't cum again but I was still hard as a rock. I had taken 3 POZ Loads that Sunday. I wasn't concerned about HIV or AIDS, but I remember thinking that my Counselor at the Health Center would be pissed big time if he knew. It was 4:30 am. I was worn out, and he still had to drive back to Cincinnati for church. We traded cell numbers. On the way downstairs he told me he had a Boyfriend who insisted on playing safe ("What a bummer!" was his aside) and they were moving cross-country next week. Boy, did I feel like a Tramp! I had let the guy POZ me. I found that out later for sure. He had a Boyfriend, so there was no chance for any kind of LTR. And he was moving across the continent—so I'd never see him again. I anticipated his Cum dripping out of my Hole. When that didn't happen, my first thought was that he hadn't cum in me at all. An orgasm is a relatively simple thing to fake. I went to the bathroom. Sure enough I did push out some Spooge—quite a lot, actually. I looked at it in the toilet. It had taken on that buff color that old Cum acquires as it ages. I stared at the Lethal Jizm that had congealed in my Pussy, wondering if it had taken. If my tests came back NEG, then I'd won another reprieve—but would I screw that up as well? Getting POZZED is scary, but potentially liberating. But testing NEG again would bore me to tears. I didn't know how I wanted it to cum out. As it turned out, my druthers were irrelevant. This cat had used up all of his nine lives.- 7 replies
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Given all the good times I've had there, I headed for The Pit. As I climbed the stairs, some hunky dudes walked past. I recognized a Leather Dude with big stash and a drug-fucked Boy clinging to his arm. The Kid was grinning ear to ear. I was sure he wouldn't be grinning so, if he knew what Mr. Poz had in store for him. Overall the drug-fucked ones are the best to take advantage of. They willingly do all the nasty shit, then blame it on the drugs. ‘Yeah, right!’ After paying at the front desk, they buzzed me in. The guys behind the desk are nice (in more ways than one), but don't mix with the clientele as much as the old staff did. I noticed lots of guys hangin' in the TV room and others near the entrance—to put the make on Newbies cuming in. The Sling Room was filled with the usual Sleazy Sluts flaunting well stretched Pussy. I lingered at the back room door to let my eyes adjust. Inside guys clutched Poppers like their lives depended on it, while sliding into well-fucked Asses to the accompaniment of funky, squishy rhythms. One Fag in the corner confided to the lanky shadow feeling up his Crack that he didn't take it raw. But minutes later, like all the other Pigs, he was spreading his Ass Cheeks, begging to be fucked. A real sleazy guy tried to screw me, but couldn't get it up. I get all misty-eyed when guys can't shoot cause of the shit flowin' in their veins. I headed upstairs to the Glory Holes. A middle-aged, paunchy guy approached me. "Hey, Pretty Boy, cum with me; and I'll show ya a good time." I thought to myself, 'Yeah, sure,' and answered curtly, "No thanks. I'm busy." The obnoxious Fuck persisted, his hands roaming where they had no right to be. "I told you I'm not interested!" The final straw came when he grabbed my arm and dragged me down the hall. That, in and of itself, was not offensive, cause I've dealt with abusive types before, though I hadn't pegged that guy for one; he resembled more your typical married bi. I glanced at the bystanders, pleading with my eyes, 'Jeez, guys, I sure could use some help.' But no one wanted to get involved. I again reiterated, “I'M NOT IN-TRIS-TID!!!” He responded that I would be once I saw what was in his pants. I considered going with the Fart just to call his bluff, but he pissed me off—so I kicked him in the shin. He screamed like a banshee. "YOU S.O.B ! YOU CRAZY?" I leaned in real menacingly. "I think I am. So please don't piss me off!" He stormed off in a huff. For the next few minutes I expected to hear my name on the P.A; but then again, he’d started it. I entered one of the Glory Hole booths and checked out all Poppers bottles littering the floor. Guys get in such a tizzy when having sex; they end up leaving stuff around. I peered through the Glory Hole. A bearded POZ TOP was face-fucking a Young Twink. The Top recognized me and pushed the Kid’s Cock through. I had no doubt my friend was fucking him. The more I thought about that POZ Cock gliding in and out of the Kid’s tight Hole, the harder I sucked, and got rewarded by a creamy Load of Boy Spooge gushing down my throat. The Punk withdrew and left the booth. I asked my Pal if he'd bred the Kid. Of course. I unlatched the door and dropped some tokens in the slot. One totally hot Dude stepped in and turned me round. He tried to penetrate my Ass, but got only semi-hard. Oh, well. I sucked the Hunk and bred his Ass before walking out on him. I decided to cruise around the Club, and chatted with an Old Fart sitting in the lounge. He was from the states and had been POZ for 20 years. I love to talk to guys like that. They have so many hot stories to share. I made my way towards the john where a slim, dark-haired Kid was fucking a Pierced Pig. A group of rowdy comrades egged him on. A POZ Dude approached the Young Man from behind. Surrounded by the raucous throng, the Kid was trapped. The POZ Dude grabbed him by the hips and slammed into him. The Kid, in turn, plowed nonstop up the Pierced Pig's Butt. After 10 minutes or so, the Youth cried out, "OH, YEAH!" The POZ Dude twisted the Youth's Nips and unloaded up his Ass. The Man withdrew and kissed the Boy, to distract him from the next Vulture stealing up. That's where I left it. I knew what was gonna happen next. It was gonna be a feeding frenzy, from which the Young Man would likely not emerge UNSCATHED. I exited toward the shower stalls, surveying yet another Bareback Orgy—guys sliding in one slicked-up Ass after another. A hot young Twink (very slutty and fucked up) approached. "What are you into?" He didn’t recognize me. "I'm kinda new at this," I lied. God, I love it when they're so out of it their memories get fucked up. I mean we'd chatted several times before. "Forget it..." were his final words, as he stomped off to the showers—to get fucked by whomever came along. The guy from the back room traipsed in—the one who didn’t take it 'raw.' I don't know what had happened to him, but his eyes had glassy look. He walked up to a Muscle Butt, begging to be fucked. Only the Muscle Butt ignored his Ass, since he only bottomed. I headed back to the Glory Hole booths where I sucked and fucked till early morn. One Skinhead got his fist in me with just the Cum already up my Cunt for Lube. No, I don't remember what he looked like; and I don’t care. I love anonymous sex—the riskier the better. If it's raw and anonymous, it gets me off. That's all that matters. As I exited the Club I recognized yet another Youth entering The Pit—a real sexy looking Blonde decked out in denim. He looked like he'd been out dancing. I don't know his name; but he goes there quite a lot—as many of the bar types do. They drop in after the bars close for their nightly fix of POISON JIZZ.
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This story was originally submitted to my buds blog by 'slutldn' (millmatt@hotmail.com) One weekend I hooked up with this guy online rather 'by chance' on a not so popular site. He called himself Mike and said he was 31, total top and could come round within the hour. I would normally chatted a bit more and exchanged pics before hooking up online, but took the chance on this one. He turned up on his motorbike and not only was he the described age, he was hot and real dishy. We got undressed in no time and he rimmed me like no tomorrow. Mike had a thick hard cock that pointed up 45 degrees. Before I knew it he slid his ramrod in me without asking or giving me the option of condom. Boy, he could fuck. He then said he liked my arse real loose and after I had a hit of poppers, he fisted me real hard. He kept alternating fuck, rim and fist my arse – showing no interest in my cock or if I were enjoying it... just the way I like being used and abused. After shooting his load in me, he ate my arse clean, put on his clothes and left. We met a couple more times. Both occasions he arrived on his bike in his smart office suit. He was always into rimming, fucking, fisting and felching using me just to please himself. He had an inviting perfectly shaped hole but never let me go near it. Once we arranged to meet at a sauna and I was curious to see how he behaved in the midst of others. After a long snog in the public shower, we went into one of the doorless cubicle. He proceeded to rim, fuck, fist and felch as usual but with a crowd watching. After shooting his load in me, I sat on his face, and he ate my arse clean again. By this time others guys were shooting their loads onto us. He then made me lick off these cum. He showed no interest in group play or other guys. Neither did he even offer to wank me off. God, I was falling for him…. A week later, he asked me to his house for the first time for a 3 some with a black guy called Tim. Despite being 6 foot 2 and solid muscle, Tim was shy and totally inexperienced but had that pleasing thick 9 incher. After a warm up of snogging, cock-sucking and my arse totally rimmed. Mike went on to fuck me raw as usual. Tim offered him a condom from his bag which Mike said no. Tim started to lecture and I thought it might all turn bad. After a while he gave up and decided he too wanted to fuck me. Mike said he would fist my hole a bit looser for his big cock. Tim had never seen anyone being fisted before and unable to control himself anymore, drove his thick black cock raw into my hole. As I was the only bottom, they took turn to fuck me. Mike then guided Tim’s huge hand into my hole which totally filled me up. After an hour or so, Tim said he wanted to fuck Mike’s virgin hole. With much reluctance and doses of poppers, Mike still could not take Tim’s big black cock. So Tim suggested that I fuck Mike with my slimmer 6.5 incher first. Here is the chance I had been waiting for to use this selfish fucker. After much struggle, I entered Mike’s virgin hole. It was tight but I was patient and determined. Tim slid his black cock into Mike’s mouth to stop all that squirming. I soon shot a huge load to claim that cherry. Despite my cum as lube, Tim was still unable to enter Mike’s hole. So he shot his black innocent babies into my hole. Mike tongued my hole clean, eating that black spunk. He then shot his load in me too. That was the last meeting. A month later Mike said he tested positive and needed time off.
