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This was salvaged from Bugshare.net, the 'Strictly Stories' section. ****************************************************** My 18 year cousin Joey came to the city from some small town to stay with us for the summer. Yeah, I kinda knew he was gay for a while before I asked him, just from the way I saw him checking out guys when he thought nobody was watching. Nobody else noticed- I saw it though. Rudy, an older neighbor, a real sleaze, especially caught his attention. Rudy is older, about 55, drop dead sexy,a real daddy type. And a big time leather top- I've seen him in action time and time again at the baths. Barebacking is his thing, especially with the newbies who somehow wander into the baths out of curiosity. They always end up leaving with more than they bargained for- Rudy is as POZ as he is hot. He and I are pretty good friends,the two gay guys in the neighborhood. We often go out to the clubs and to the baths afterwards. He tells me hot stories of his exploits. I decided to invite Joey to come out with us one night. When I asked Rudy if it would be okay if Joey came out with us his face lit up like a Christmas tree. Joey didn't stand a chance. Rudy had seen him just yesterday in his tight jean shorts when we were washing the car and said his dick went immediately hard. Poz tops can be very determined to get what they want and almost always do. Very aggressive. The thrill of turning my naive cousin out was too exciting to resist. When I invited him and said Rudy was coming, he said,"You mean that dude next door? That hot guy? Hell yeah. I want to come!" He thought he knew it all. Like he was so mature or something. Excellent. I immediately ran down the mental checklist of things I'd needed to bring: jockstrap, check; poppers, check; blindfold, check. Booty bump, call Rico and arrange to pick one up later, as well as a joint sprinkled with tina. By the way, the blindfold is Rudy's specialty. So it looked like everything was in order and we'd have everything we'd need for the adventure on Friday. You should have seen Joey when Rudy got in the car with us Friday night. He was a little disappointed that we weren't going dancing like we had planned, but just going out "to a club" instead. The sooner we get there, the more pozzing we could do, Rudy wisely pointed out. We had already had drinks at the house- a rare treat for Joey. He was on his way. "Here, take a puff of this, Joey," Rudy said as he smiled that handsome smile and passed the laced joint to my cousin. Joey was so much in awe of the sexy older man and got so instantly high when the tina in the joint hit him like a freight train, he didn't even notice that he was the only one smoking. I smiled over to Rudy and passed him a small plastic bag containing a travel size jar of vaseline and two booty bumps. (Rico is good to his repeat clientele.) Joey was flying pretty high and barely noticed Rudy pulling down his underwear enough in his jeans to lube up his tight asshole and insert one and then another pleasure ball. Joey didn't even know where he was. Luckily we were already in the parking lot of the baths and the staff were all my friends - I did work here for six years, after all, and even after I quit I became a regular guest. My friend Brian at the door just shook his head and smiled as we helped Joey in. "At it again, eh? Take number 11- It's still kind of quiet, it's early." We wasted no time stripping Joey down and putting the jock stap on him. Such a beautiful butt, accented perfectly with the tight strap. Next, Rudy had the honor of putting the blindfold on him- Joey was so out of it, he thought it was some cool game. Rudy, meanwhile, lubed up his eight inch dick, rock hard from the viagra he takes before hitting the baths, and I held the poppers steadily under Joey's nose, closing one nostil, then the other, hearing him groan loudly and then actually yell as the big dickhead speared his tight boy pussy. "Yell all you want, Joey. You're at a bath house. You're probably turning someone on." And he was. The guy at the open door stroking his dripping dick said, "I get him next." I knew that guy. He was one of those lanky HIV+ sleazes who frequent this place. "He's all yours, man," I said with an approving nod. Joey was working his hips up and down the best he could to meet the butt fucking Rudy mercilessly plowed into him. He was so high on the tina, so horny, all that mattered was getting fucked. His dick, limp but dripping precum, let me know it overtook his body. He was just a sex pig awaiting his breeding like all the other sexpig bottoms in the bathhouse. And then, squirt after squirt of POZ cum erupted from the tip of Rudy's giant dick in the boy's asshole and I bent down to whisper in his ear, "Good boy. You're taking it like a champ! I'm proud of you!" His cumhole was so wet and dripping poz juice. It was a beautiful sight. It was the icing on the cake when I whispered my further instructions and the blindfolded Joey complied, yelling, "THANK YOU! THANK YOU FOR YOUR GIFT,SIR!!" The guy at the door laughed at the pathetically high performance and moved closer to assume his place at the kid's ass. By the time the club really got into full swing, Joey started crying from all the dick he was getting. His butt was red and sore looking. Poor guy. Still, he set something of a record lying there in a pool of strangers' cum, wearing his enticing tight jockstrap. I counted 34 'donors'. After each insemination Joey repeated "Thank you. Thank you." He was transformed into a cum pig, thanking every possibly poz fucker for his gift. I can hardly wait for the day when all three of us take another ride together, but this time to an HIV clinic and Joey gets some very important test results. I won't be able to mask my delight when he converts. Rudy says he'll take him into the bathroom right there at the clinic and fuck him bareback when he is confirmed positive. And then he wants to take him directly to the tattoo parlour owned by his buddy so Joey can get a nice biohazard tattoo on his butt. I doubt it will take too long, judging from all the loads he took that night.
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Well, it was time to visit Grandpa. That was until I discovered all these hot bareback sex sites on the 'net and found that while it made me sick, it also made me hard. I started reading all the stories I could find and would go on icq and chatrooms and get off on the heady world of barebacking. After months of this, it dawned on me that I really wanted to do it. I wanted to be pozzed, even if I was only 18. And better yet, I didn't have to look very hard to find a guy to poz me, it could be a family affair. Yeah, you guessed it. I want my Grandpa to do the honors and breed my teenage ass. So, one Saturday I caught the bus out to the hospice, which was located just over the City line, and was run by Jerry, a very nice man, and his partner, Trevor, both of whom were in their twenties. Jerry and Trevor oversaw the hospice and on this occasion there were about twenty men staying there, all of whom had AIDS. I had been here several times before, but generally had found the place depressing, perhaps because I had never taken the time to appreciate the finer beauty of the disease. Instead, on earlier trips I had focused on the smell of death which pervaded the hospice, and, to be honest, I found it difficult to watch my Grandpa waste away. He had been a vital and fit man who lived life to the fullest, but at this point his very body was rotting from within, his muscles had wasted, although he still looked fairly good, I suppose, as his body was still lean and tight. I also distinctly remember my grandfather generally seemed happy, even if he was dying. Upon arriving I chatted with Jerry, and he remarked how happy he was to see me again, and continued saying my grandfather often spoke of eagerly of my visits, telling all his friends that I was a fine and good-looking young man. I blushed at hearing his description, only to have Jerry look me up and down and confirm the truth of my grandfather's compliment. I looked at him, and wondered if I should read a message in Jerry's remark, but Jerry simply smiled and mentioned it had been awhile since there was someone really fit and healthy in the hospice, and in the course of his remarks, casually let it slip that both he and Trevor were also infected. I looked at him somewhat incredulous, but couldn't deny to myself that my dick was bulging in my shorts at the very thought. Jerry offered me a chair and chatted for several minutes, mentioning he had been pozzed several years earlier, and that he was one of those men who hated condoms and so one night he simply decided to stop using them. The rest, as they say, was history. I asked about Trevor, and Jerry said he had, in all likelihood, infected Trevor. Encouraged by his openness, I asked all sorts of questions, thinking to myself that I felt almost as if my cock was about to shoot. It was all too much. Jerry told me that infecting Trevor hadn't hurt their relationship, as Trevor wanted to convert, taking the view that as he was young and sexually active, it was only a matter of time before he became infected anyway, so it made sense to be converted by someone he loved? I remarked that Trevor's view made sense. After a few minutes Jerry commented that I seem very interested in raw sex. I responded "Yeah, I'm into it, well, I wanna be into it. I've been reading a lot of stories off the 'net and chatting to poz guys around the world." Jerry asked how I would summarize my thoughts, and I replied "Well, it freaks me out, but I can't stop thinking about it and my best jack-off fantasies are thinking about some guy fucking me raw and infecting me." Jerry smiled, and remarked "I can see you're into it, if only 'cause you're rock hard." I blushed when I realized my excitement had resulted in a full hard-on that was tenting my shorts. I look over at Jerry and he laughed as I was bright red, but he told me there was no reason to be ashamed or embarrassed, as it was a natural reaction. He went on, remarking that hot bareback sex was hot, and that when I was ready I'd make the right decision. I considered telling him the reason for my visit, but decided to hold off, as I was worried about how he might react. Then after some more conversation, in which he told me some stories involving his hottest bareback encounters, he suggested I must be anxious to see my Grandpa. I replied that I was, and with that he led me to my Grandfather's room. It was time to visit Grandpa. "Grandpa?" Standing at his door, I knocked and waited for a few seconds, but didn't hear a reply, so I cautiously opened the door and peered in. Empty. Grandpa wasn't there, but I decided to wait his room for him. I made myself comfortable on his bed and, looking around, I saw his night table was littered with bottles of poppers and some porn magazines. The magazines all had a common thread: youngish guys being fucked raw by older men, some of whom were old enough to be my grandfather. I flipped through the pages and felt my cock bulging again, so I picked-up the poppers, unscrewed the lid and took several deep sniffs, thinking to myself, 'Oh fuck, this is good stuff'. The sensation was overwhelming and, as I felt my heartbeat quicken, I also felt the rush overcome me and I felt the need for cock as I salivated while looking at the photos. It was too much. I needed to beat my cock, so I pulled off my shorts and sat there on my Grandpa's bed, jacking my cock while taking repeated sniffs from the brown bottles, sampling each different brand. Rush. Jungle juice. Pig sweat. Mmmmm! I spat on my fingers and work some saliva into my hole, jacking my cock vigorously. It felt great and I longed to be one of those young guys in the fuckrags taking cock from an older man cock into my ass and throat. I wanted to be a whore for men. I got up on the bed and bent over, working a finger into my ass. In so doing, I accidentally dropped the bottle of poppers and in reaching down to pick it up, I noticed a crusty looking vibrator gleaming under the bed. Perfect! Seeing that Grandpa wasn't available, his vibrator would be the next best thing. I took a few more hits from the poppers and greedily wrapped my lips around the crusty vibrator, coating it with my spit. Then, lapping the foul tasting juices off it, I took it down my throat. getting it nice and sticky with my teenage spit. I then take another sniff from the poppers and after sucking on the vibrator a bit more work it slowly into my hole, feeling it push at my virgin ass and thrust inside my cherry. God it felt good. I thrust the vibrator slowly into my hole and moaned as I felt my ass twitching in response to the penetration and longing to feel a real cock in my ass. God, I still can't believe what I did. Here I was, on my Grandpa's bed and fucking myself with his vibrator. But as my ass slowly opened up and adjusted to the vibrator, I stopped thinking where I was, or with what I was fucking myself. I needed to be fucked. So I thrust the vibrator in harder, took a few deep huffs from the bottle of poppers, and fucked myself even harder. And then it happened. I felt my balls tense-up and my ass sucked in the vibrator a little bit more, my balls drew up and my body spasmed as I sprayed my cum on the bed sheets. My load sprayed out of my cock which was twitching wildly, shooting load after load of seed over the bed sheets, drenching a poz man's bed with my neg load. After cleaning up a little and pulling my shorts back on, I looked around the room further and came across a photo album which was filled with hundreds of photos, some of which showed my Grandpa as a young man of my age, and even more surprisingly, it included photos of my Grandpa at close to his current age, having sex with guys of all ages. I flipped through the album, and examined each photo carefully, noticing that some of the photos had a caption, including remarks like 'Bred this one' and 'Didn't want it, but changed his mind with a dose of X'. My god! The album was a virtual treasure trove of some of my Grandpa's sexual exploits. After settling back on the bed I flipped through the pages and felt myself getting hard again. Looking at the photos of one young guy being fucked, I couldn't help but feel the need to beat off and dream about how hot it was to look at photographs of my Grandpa fucking his poz cock into the boy, making the guy his poz bitch. Man. Talk about a trip. And then it dawned on me: my Grandpa was a breeder! My god. The realization was enough to make me wanna shoot, but I somehow held off and keep looking at the photos while my dick leaked precum over my stomach. As I sat there looking at the photos I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and further it almost seemed as if the room was crashing in on me. I wanted to be bred at a hospice filled with men with full-blown AIDS. Seeing the numerous fuck rags and bottles of poppers in my Grandpa's room. And just where is Grandpa? Shouldn't he be here? I assumed Jerry had understood my Grandfather was in his room, but obviously he must have been mistaken. Just then I saw the door slowly open. "Grandpa!" "Adam? God, boy, it's good to see you!" We hugged and I felt a bit embarrassed that I was still hard and hoped he didn't notice. "Its great to have you here boy. I've missed you." And with that he noticed the open photo album on the bed and commented "Ah, I see you've discovered some of my secrets." "Yeah. I didn't mean to pry. It was just that once I started looking at the photographs I couldn't help seeing more." "No need for explanations, boy. Judging from that nice cock that I see you're packing, it's obvious you enjoyed what you saw." Fuck. He noticed. I stood there blushing and imagining the bright shade of crimson I was turning, but Grandpa just laughed and hugged me again and patted my crotch. Then he invited me to sit on the bed and we had a long man to man talk. Since he knew I was aware of at least some of his 'secrets', my Grandfather was quite free in his remarks, and there was no ice between us. I told him of my reasons behind wanting to visit and he expressed some surprise that I wanted him to breed me. He wasn't shocked that I want to be bred, no, he understood that all too well. He knew what a fucking turn on it was to take poz cum - as well as to give it. I asked him what it was like for him to shoot his poz cum into all the guys whose photographs I had seen in the photo album, and he replied "It was fantastic. Shooting poz cum into a neg body is an amazing turn-on, knowing that once his raw cock was inside the guy's ass, that it would be up to him as to whether he filled the guy's hole with poz seed, admitting "Sure, some guys didn't want it, but that just made me even more determined to give it to them." I smiled and asked how he became a breeder, and Grandpa replied "It was a natural extension of taking and giving loads. Many years ago, when I was neg, I would go out to baths when Grandma was home baking or off shopping with friends, and while I loved your Grandma, Adam, it wasn't enough. Sometimes a man needs more than a woman can provide. And so it was with me and your grandmother. I loved her deeply but found the sex I was getting at the baths was much better than anything she was providing back home." When I asked him when he sero-coverted, Grandpa gave a hearty laugh and slapped me on the back, remarking "My, you sure are well-educated, aren't you?" adding "Honestly, I don't know when I converted - I fucked around with many, many men, so it could have been virtually anyone." I then gulped and asked him if it made fucking Grandma difficult, knowing he was out fucking unsafely with other men and then doing her. He just smiled back at me and answered "Not at all, Adam," giving me a sleazy leer. I was shocked, and in my mind, begin questioning the circumstances that led to my Grandma's death. She was sick rather suddenly and was sick for a long time before she died. My god. Did my Grandpa breed my Grandma? I slumped back against the wall and looked at my grandfather in a whole new light. Grandpa noticed the shocked expression on my face, and asked "You alright, Adam?" "Yes," I replied, adding "It's just that I can't help wondering if you infected Grandma." Grandpa laughed and replied "Maybe I did, but she's dead now, and besides, you can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs, Adam." He then laughed and I couldn't help but, in some way, admire his confidence: infecting and bugging up others and not giving a shit what happened. Just looking out for himself. Grandpa then looked at me affectionately and complemented me, saying how wholesome I look, and adding that it had been a long time since he had seen such a hot, healthy boy in the hospice. I asked him how life was in the hospice, and he answered it was really good, that sometimes the guys had bareback orgies and occasionally a boy will come into the hospice, the grandson of one of the other men who stay here, and that he will suck off several men, as other men fuck his neg ass and poz him up. Grandpa mentioned that even Jerry and Trevor occasionally got in on the action. I replied "That's pretty hot shit, Grandpa, and I love bareback" and with that our conversation moved onto my experiences. I told Grandpa that, for many years, I had had fantasies of men barebacking my neg raw ass, but only after seeing some of the bareback sites on the 'net was I was finally able to express verbally what I wanted, that when I saw the pictures and stories on the 'net part of me would feel sick, but I would also feel a sexual flush: I'd sweat, retch and feel nauseous, but my cock would be bulging in my jocks and straining for a marathon jack-off session. Seeing he was turned-on by the thought, I continued, saying that sometimes during class I would excuse myself 'cause I found myself looking at my hairy teacher in mathematics, and found myself thinking about him creaming in my young hole. Fucking me up and dominating my body. Afterwards I'd walk around the campus and see some of the other students and think how hot it would be to take all their loads, and I'd start jacking, thinking about some older men with HIV, fucking their poz cocks into my hole and changing my status, pumping their seed deep into my body and converting me whether or not I wanted it. Grandpa replied my fantasies were hot, but he pushed me for specific experiences I had had. I returned his gaze, and blushed, saying that when it came to actual encounters with guys, my experiences were few, and that beyond sucking a few cocks, and having had a few guys come on my face and chest, that I hadn't any stories to offer. Grandpa laughed, saying "That's nonsense. Looking at you, it's clear you have many things to offer, and all you need is a guide, an instructor, if you will. Someone to coach you about sex." I returned his gaze and asked "Will you help me, Grandpa?" Again he laughed, replying "Of course, Adam, I'll help you, boy!" and with that he gave me a rather wicked leer, adding "And now it is time for your training to begin, Adam, so follow me out to the patio. There are a few people I want you to meet." Grandpa led out to the back were a group of older men were sunning themselves. Some wore jocks, while others were fully nude. I noticed one man smiling broadly at me. He was a black man who appeared to be in his 40s. While I couldn't help but stare at his emaciated body, I also couldn't help but stare at the bulging nine inch black snake hanging between his legs. It was massive and I could already feel my ass twitching. Following my gaze, Grandpa quietly remarked "That's Frank" and introduced me to the group. Although apparently some of the residents of the hospice had gone out on a day trip with Trevor, over a dozen men were present on the patio. All were very friendly, and all but one was old enough to be my father or... grandfather. The youngish guy was in his 20's, and I eventually learned he had the supervirus strain, and had been infected when he was 17. After he continued fucking around for a number of years, he found he was getting sicker by the day and hence, he was admitted to the hospice. I looked over the young guy and although wasting, he still had a prettyboy look about himself, even if his face and body were obviously being ravaged by the virus. He commented that if I wanted it, he could help me out, and his strain would help me get over being so nervous about HIV. I just smiled and replied, "Thanks, but no thanks." As we chatted, I noticed Frank looking on appreciatively as he slid his fingers over his enormously long and thick black cock, which had a glob of pre-cum oozing from the head. He smiled and winked at me. I quickly turn away, embarrassed by his blatant invitation. Grandpa looked on, laughed and suggested I make myself comfortable, adding that he needed to go out briefly, but that he'd be back soon. With that Grandpa asked his friends to look after me, and he left the patio. With Grandpa's departure, I felt a bit edgy, but the men were all very nice and accommodating. If fact, several of them were clearly sizing me up, and Frank continued stroking his ever-growing black cock while he looked intently at me. I couldn't take my eyes off of Frank, and not surprisingly kept imagining the different ways I might enjoy his cock. It was just so big and fat. I wanted to kneel there and tongue the fucking pre-cum off it, running my tongue up and down the gooey shaft and lapping at his balls and letting him push me around. Being a black man's toy. The idea appealed to me enormously, particularly given that I had had limited to so few actual encounters with men, and then, never an interracial encounter. And I knew Frank wanted to play with me: I could see it in his eyes. He wanted to fuck his big cock into me and give me his poz cum. Fuck, I bet he had pozzed hundreds, maybe thousands, in his lifetime. Given the appeal of big cock, he'd have no shortage of guys wanting to swing on it. These thoughts ran through my head and naturally I was horny, so I asked where the toilet was, and upon learning it's location, I took leave of the guys. I needed some relief fast: I needed both to piss and beat off. Hurrying to the toilet, I entered the stall and shut the door. Inside I found some fuckrags on the floor, as well as a half-empty bottle of poppers. I took a few deep hits of the poppers and enjoyed the sensation. Of course I had read about them off the 'net but prior to this visit to Grandpa's hospice, I had never tried them, as it had occurred to me the use of poppers is one of the reasons bareback sex is so rampant: guys get all fucked up on substances, lose their inhibitions and do what they really want. But then who gives a shit about analyzing this fuck when the hit takes hold and you get that rush and euphoric sensation coursing through your body? I sat on the toilet, stroking my cock, as I looked through the magazines, taking an occasional additional hit from the little brown bottle. Fuck I was so horny, and wished Grandpa was with me right then and there. I knew I could really use some cock. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I didn't reply, but continued beating off, but then there was another knock. "Occupied" I answered, adding "I'll just be a few minutes," but then the door opened and standing in the doorway was Frank, his cock hanging out, swaying back and forth, pre-cum drooling from the tip. "Oh, I think you'll be in here for some time, Adam" and with that he pushed himself into the toilet. I stared back dumbly at Frank and tried to gauge his smile. I told him I was a bit embarrassed, that I was just sitting there minding my own business, but Frank answered he was having none of that, that he could clearly see what I had been doing, that is, I had been beating my cock while looking to fuckrags, even as I was loaded up on poppers! I replied it wasn't a crime, but undeterred, Frank answered he wasn't accusing me, suggesting that I could use some company. I answered I didn't think that was such a good idea and he gave me an ultimatum: "Tell me that while you're high on poppers, boy!" I retorted I didn't have to do anything, but he replied that if I didn't comply with his orders, he would simply rape my ass and take what he wanted. I looked back at him and knew he meant business, so I did what he said. I unscrewed the lid of the brown bottle and took a deep sniff. "Ahhh that's it kid, take some deep snorts, you know you want to." I took three hits under each nostril and tried to remain steady on my feet as I looked back at Frank, but couldn't think of anything relevant to say. I just looked at him and felt saliva forming on my lips and tongue and realized I was beginning to drool. Frank just looked at me and instructed me to sit on the seat and to feed on his cock. I obeyed. Everything seemed to be moving simultaneously both quickly and slowly, that it wasn't really happening, that I wasn't sitting on a toilet seat and being stripped by a black man at an AIDS hospice and sucking his poz cock, sucking it for all I was worth, running my tongue and lips up and down his pole, and letting him fuck the head of his cock down my throat. God, the sensation was overwhelming. It was better than anything I'd read off the 'net, if only 'cause I wasn't imagining the experience, I was living it: I was having sex with a poz man! *** Frank continued fucking his cock in and out of my stretched mouth. My lips felt like they splitting open at the corners as I struggled to deep-throat the fucker. It went on steadily for some time till Frank announced he was going to fuck his entire nine inch cock down my throat, and he suggested I tell him when I was ready. I was psyched for the challenge but realized I needed more help, so I unscrewed the poppers again and took several sniffs under each nostril and then looked up and him and he asked me "Ready, boy?" I looked back at him and nodded, but he hit me in the face, grabbed a fist full of my hair and tells me to ordered me to tell him when I was fucking ready, not merely to just fucking nod! "I'm ready, Sir!" I grab the cock and put my mouth on it but Frank tells me to wait. That he wants to feed his Poz cock to me. So I sit on the seat beating my cock while looking up at him and he tells me to just put my lips on the end of it and to tell him when i'm ready. I feel a bit uncertain so sniff more poppers to help me loosen up and put my lips on the end of his cock as ordered and say with a mumbled voice "i'm ready" and wait for Frank to start. He simply looks back at me and states "you're a fucking hot pussyboy adam... and soon, you're going to be even hotter" i wonder what he means for a second or two and as the realization hits (along with the popper-induced effect) Frank begins thrusting his fat Poz black cock through my lips and struggle as it quickly fills my throat and i began gagging. "Loosen your throat boy. Pretend you're swallowing some water" i take his advice and slowly feel my throat relaxing to the ever-probing cock in my throat and am soon deep throating it like a pro. Sucking Poz cock like I have been doing it all my life. The sensations are incredible. I greedily thrust my lips back and forth on his Poz cock eager for his seed and soon have my lips, tongue and the rest of my face covered in pre-cum and saliva. Frank just smiles and continues fucking my face. ... after what seems an eternity, Frank tells me i'm ready and tells me to bend over. I don't object. I want cock in my ass now. I feel Frank kneeling behind me and pressing his tongue into my quivering hole and greasing me up with his spit. Feeling his tongue work its way over my hole and into my ass its too much and I feel like i'm gonna cum, but Frank sensing this, tells me to stop beating my cock and to just fuck my ass on his face and I do so. Fucking my neg boy asshole on his AIDS ridden gaunt-laden face. Wondering if he has sores on his tongue and is fucking them into my body? Frank stands back up and tells me to take a good snort of poppers as he's gonna fuck my hole good and I comply. Resistance is futile! And then it happens; I feel Frank pushing his Poz cock up into my ass and realize i'am now like one of the boys that that guy zach writes about on the net. The realization is overwhelming and I feel my cock stiffen further as i feel my ass swallowing up the long black cock thrusting ever upward into me. God I don't know what to think? Just a few days ago I was a normal teen sitting at home reading stories off the net and now here i'am living my own story and being fucked by a Poz cock – at an AIDS hospice. Talk about living fast! But somehow none of that really registers or matters to me now. All that matters is that Poz cock thrusting away in my ass and giving my body to Frank and as I feel him wrap his arms around me and pull me backward, I hear him say to me that he's gonna Poz me up. And just then as i hear the words I start to struggle. I don't want this man's load. I want my Grandpa's!!! He was the whole reason I came to the hospice in the first place. But now i'm a mess of confusion. God I don't know what to think. Does any of it really matter in the end? Do I care who Pozzes my neg hole? I just don't know... As I feel Frank thrusting his big black cock in me, a cock full of AIDS cum, i think of Grandpa and can't help but wish he was here right now fucking me. That was the whole reason behind my visit to the hospice – to get bred by my Grandpa. Still, as I feel Frank rutting away in my hole and filling it with his splooge and getting ready to seed me I can't help deny that this feels fucking fantastic. I'm no longer just jacking my cock thinking about some guy pummeling my hole with his AIDS cock, its really happening! And it's so much better than anything than I could have imagined. Feeling my ass take his entire cock and feeling it thrust away inside my neg body. Knowing that he has the power to Poz me if he so decides. That is a very heady feeling. Knowing that my health lies in his hands. That at any moment he can make a life-altering decision for me and that which fucks me, could ultimately kill me. Make me die. Change me from a healthy neg teen into a diseased Pozzed-up cumwhore. "Oh fuck... " i feel Frank's cock thrust in deeper and as it does so, it slides against my prostate and my body is racked with pleasures, the likes I have never known. "Oh god... " I begin thrusting back harder on Frank's cock as I take another hit of poppers and tell him to fucking tear my hole up and shoot his Poz cum into me. I want it so bad. I've never wanted anything so bad... Frank slams his Poz cock in and out of my ass and tells me he's gonna charge my hole. Really fucking give it to me. That i'm just a pussyboy asking for it and with that I feel his cock get hotter in my ass. Maybe it was the poppers, maybe it was the sheer pleasure I was feeling, but I could have sworn that his cock felt hot in my ass just then. And then it happens. Frank's balls draw up and he tells me he is about to cum and then I feel like a loaded gun is going off inside my neg ass and i feel all warm inside and can feel his Poz cum shooting inside my body. Drenching my insides and coating my asswalls with his diseased load. "Oh fuck... " Frank holds onto me and slams his cock back and forth as more cum sprays out of his piss-slit into me. It's never-ending and my hole feels like its taken a bucket full of Poz cum deep inside. I just stand there gasping at the sheer pleasure. Defeated, and wanting more. And then I think of Grandpa. I had thought he would be the first man to fuck his Poz cock into me. But he wasn't. It was this slimy diseased black fucker Frank and his thick gooey AIDS-laden cock. A black man tearing up a white boy's ass. He was the one. God... Frank squeezes the last of his AIDS cum into my neg ass and slowly slides his thick cock out of my ass; telling me that I was a hot fuck and that any time I want some more of that, to just come to his room. I don't reply. In fact, I feel like nothing is really registering. I realize that i'm in shock. I then hear the door close behind Frank and knowing i'am alone, crumple to the floor. It then all finally hits. I've taken Poz cum in my ass. Been fucked. Raped. I didn't even ask for it. And yet, I didn't really put up much of a struggle did i? The poppers clouded my judgment and now I have a Poz load saturating my insides like all those boys zach writes about. But this is real. It's not some story i've read on the net. This is my life and its really happening. So I just sit there on the toilet for several minutes collecting my thoughts and then, standing up, notice the pain in my ass. God, its hurts. Frank's cock was so big. Never in my wildest dreams did I think my first time would be that brutal and would be with someone like him. But it was, and now I have to deal with it. I grab some toilet paper and wipe my ass; noticing the sheets of paper are coated with cum and streaked with blood. Shit. My hole is torn. Still, it doesn't really matter I guess. I've taken Poz cum in my ass. Poz cum. Does it really matter if there is blood? I suppose not. As I stand there wiping my crack, I decide this is all too much to deal with and after pulling back on my clothes, go back to my Grandpa's room and lie on the bed thinking about what just happened. Maybe all of this is my fault? After all, I was attracted to Frank. Hell, when I saw him out on the patio stroking that big black cock of his, I was spellbound. I'd never seen something so enticing in person before... and that's why I needed to beat off in the toilet so bad. So, why am I upset? I should be happy! Frank obviously liked me as well. That's why he pushed his way into the toilet and fucked my mouth and ass. Made me his. I guess the real problem is that i'm having trouble coping with the fact i've just taken Poz cum and my mind is trying to sort through everything i'am feeling. It's all rushing at me and little of it is making sense. But then, maybe it's not meant to? Maybe this is that primal desire zach writes about so much. Giving into what your body really craves, regardless of what your mind might be telling you. God, I wish he was here so I could talk about the encounter with him. Tell him what i'm experiencing and thinking. I'm sure he'd understand and have some comforting words to say to me. But i'm alone. And there's nobody to talk to. Not even my Grandpa. So I sit here alone thinking about what just happened and as I do, something strange happens. My cock, which has been oozing pre-cum all over my shaft and balls, gets hard again. Obviously, my body likes what happened, even if my mind is still playing catch up. And then it dawns on me. I just had a black man fuck his Poz cock deep in my ass and shoot his diseased cum in me. Fuck. Why the hell am I upset? This was the whole reason behind my visit to the hospice in the first place. To get Pozzed. Okay, so my Grandpa wasn't the one who fucked me but then who cares! I have Poz cum in my ass. That's all that really matters. As I think about Frank fucking his big cock into me, I strip down and bending over, work a finger into the cum oozing from my ass and wipe the slime over my full lips, licking the cum off it. It tastes so good. Poz cum. And then it dawns on me, I want some more. More Poz cum in my ass and almost involuntarily I pull my asslips apart and moan. I think about Frank fucking his big cock into my ass again and take a deep sniff of poppers, making sure to get the fumes under each nostril and inhaling several times. "Oh fuck... " i'm so lost in desire that I don't notice the door opening and before I can react, hear my Grandpa's voice. "Adam? What are you doing boy... ?" "Oh my god! Grandpa!" I quickly right myself and Grandpa just stands there watching as I pull my shorts back on. I make up some excuse about being horny but he's having done of that. He tells me he saw cum oozing from my ass. "I've seeded enough holes in my lifetime Adam to know when someone has been fucked. And you my boy, have been fucked!" Grandpa looks back down at me inquisitively but demanding and so I tell him. I tell him how Frank fucked his Poz cock into me and how much it hurt but how much I loved it at the same time. Grandpa, at first, wants to go have a ‘word' to Frank but I tell him no; that would only create a scene, and besides I enjoyed it. Grandpa puts his arm around me and pulls me close. "But Frank's Poz Adam. You realize what that means don't you?" I tell him yes, I do. But that it doesn't bother me. Deciding the moment is finally right, I tell my Grandpa that the only thing I regret about the encounter is that he wasn't the first. I look back at my grandfather and ask him "will you fuck me now?" And he stares back full of lust, and tells me yes. "Drop those shorts boy and assume the position. Its time for Grandpa to fuck you boy" yep u guessed it. "That's it Adam. Spread your ass cheeks for me" i pulled my asscheeks as far apart as possible and bent right down on the bed. My ass high in the air behind me. I felt Grandpa's fingers prying at my hole and him pushing two of them in me and then lapping at the juices on them as he pulled them out. "Mmmm. Frank always does cum a lot" I heard him moan in pleasure before he did something most unexpected... "Grandpa? Wha? What are you doing? Ahhhhh. Oh god... " my Grandpa had buried his face in my hole and was licking out my ass. Sucking around my hole and licking and sucking on Frank's load which was still oozing out of my hole like some bubbly foam. It felt so good. I'd never been rimmed in my life before and never expected my Grandpa would be my first. It felt wonderful. Grandpa, meanwhile, was having the time of his life eating out his young grandson's ass and working his diseased sore ridden tongue back and forth in the young boy. He loved the taste of cum and though he was a bit mad that Frank had fucked the boy, he had definitely done a good job. Ripping his grandson's ass right up and fucking it with his AIDS load. Grandpa was hoping he would have been the first but he knew when he had left and saw the hungry look in Frank's eyes, that it would have only been a matter of time before Frank pounced and lunged his lethal cock in the boy. And besides, as Grandpa knew only too well, good-looking boys like his grandson Adam were meant to be fucked. That's all that mattered. They should be fucked hard ... and often. And Adam would be fucked a lot in his lifetime. Just looking over his grandson's beautiful body that much was obvious. Grandpa was a randy AIDS fucker and loved eating out the young hole before him but he wanted to do more than just eat the ass. He wanted to fuck it and fuck it hard. He may not have been the first but he wanted his grandson to remember this experience. Given the 1000's that would no doubt follow, that would not be an easy task to be sure, but he was damned if he would give it his best. And besides, Grandpa had fucked many boys like just his grandson in his lifetime. It was one of the reasons he had been so active and notoriously active in fucking young boys up. He had often fantasized about his grandson as Adam visited him over the years and lost count of the loads he had blown in the shower or down the toilet while thinking about ripping those tight blue jeans down and fucking his grandson in the ass. Fucking him with his AIDS cock and making the boy a cumdrenched teenage fuckslut. That's why the revelation from Adam that he had wanted to be fucked by him and Pozzed had been such a wonderful surprise. So Grandpa got some lube from a drawer, and coated his large slimy cock which was sticking out from his groin like an obscene weapon of mass destruction, and pushed it hard into the boy and told Adam that he was gonna fuck his hole up good and proper. Really fuck him hard. He heard Adam cry out and knew it was hurting the boy, especially after the pounding Frank had given him, but he didn't relent. He lunged at the hole and fucked his big cock back and forth in his grandson's ass and told Adam to take several hits of poppers to lesson the pain. "It'll let you take more without hurting you. The pain will turn into pleasure" Adam knew he was right. He was surprised at how effective these fucking little bottles of fucklust were. They were able to be absorbed into the body and make even the most painful experiences pleasurable. They gave rise to the body's natural fucklust and enabled the person to erode their inhibitions. And they felt so good... Adam took several hits from the bottle under each nostril and waited a few seconds for the effect to take hit. Three, two, one... Bingo. "Fuck me Grandpa. Fuck me! Yesssssss... Tear my hole up! Fuck me with your big cock. I want it so bad... " Adam gripped the bedsheets and thrust back at his Grandpa like a diseased whore in a brothel. Which he was in many ways. Getting assfucked by these AIDS ridden fuckers. He wanted all of them. As he fucked his ass back onto the big AIDS cock in his hole, that was tearing up inside his young body, he thought about all the other men in the hospice and how much he wanted them all to fuck his ass. To fuck him with their diseased cocks and fucking spooge all of his holes with their AIDS cum. He wanted it all. It felt so good having my Grandpa's cock finally in my ass. I loved each thrust as I felt the old man fuck his cock deeper into my hole. Every inch of his lethal cock was embedded in my ass and I moaned and snorted poppers like the young whore I was. Grandpa, meanwhile, was having the time of his life. He loved how tight Adam's asshole was. Even Frank's big cock tearing it up and spooging it full of cum hadn't loosened it much. Grandpa liked tight holes. Problem was that good looking boys often lost that as they got fucked repeatedly. Sure enough, Adam, would be just like them. Grandpa knew as much. Adam would be like those boys he had fucked at the clubs and parks over the years with a hole that hung permanently open from repeated fucking but then that was the life of a good looking boy – to get fucked and be of service to anyone that wanted to use them. The sooner Adam learnt that, the better off he would be. Adam thrust his ass back on to his grandfather's cock and moaned as Grandpa gripped his waist and sunk all of his inches deep into his young grandson's hole; savoring every moment. Especially as he had jacked thinking of doing something like this so many times over the years. Now it was a reality. Grandpa fucked the boy in many different positions; he had his grandson lay down on the bed, fucked him doggie-style and got the boy to bend over while standing up. But for the climax he wanted to see his grandson's eyes so he fucked him legs up as his sweaty young grandson lay back on the bed and threw his legs apart and over his grandfather's shoulders. "Oooooohhhhhhh" Adam moaned. "Don't stop cause i'm halfway there Grandpa. This feels ahhhh, sooooooooooo goooooddddd" Grandpa thrust his big cock back and forth in the hole and loved how Frank's Poz load stuck to his cock as he thrust it along the abused asslips. He looked down with a lust he hadn't felt in some time and told Adam how much he loved him and how hot his hole was. Adam just grinned and said to fuck him harder and thrust his ass back onto the cock, embedding it all in his torn ass. That's when it happened. Grandpa felt his balls draw up and as Adam arched his head back Grandpa unloaded in his grandson's willing ass. Drenching it with another load of AIDS cum. He felt his cock spasm wildly and cum shoot out of the tip; saturating his grandson's cum-filled hole. It felt so good. Adam meanwhile was jacking like crazy and wanted to cum badly. He really wanted to shoot his fucking load over his stomach but Grandpa sensing the boy's urgency told him to hold off doing that. That he had a better idea where to shoot the load and bent over for the boy. "Fuck me boy. Fuck your Grandpa" Adam lost in lust didn't even think about it. He just used some of the cum dripping out of his ass, lubed his stiff teenage cock and lunged towards his Grandpa's hairy asshole and fucked his neg cock into the AIDS body. It was a feeling unlike any other. He was now a top fucking an AIDS man. It was incredible. Grandpa moaned as he felt Adam fucking his cock into his hairy ass and knew it wouldn't take long for the boy to cum but he wanted the load to go somewhere where it would become part of him. Adam felt his balls draw up and with a strangled cry, yelled out and unloaded his neg cum into his Grandpa's ass. It was a cum unlike any other. It was the best fuck of his life. Fucking with his Grandpa had been an awesome experience and as the two lay there together sweating and panting, he knew it was only the beginning. That they would share many other incredible adventures together. A new life had been formed.
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When I started University times were tough. I had to move to the city to study, and the small allowance my parents gave me didn't cover costs. Living in college was ok, but the food was never enough, and i had no money for beer or fun, and no time for a regular job because of my studies, so I tried to pick up odd jobs around the neighbourhood to earn a bit of spare cash. It was just stuff like mowing lawns, painting fences and cleaning gutters, but it helped me scrape enough to get by. I adveritised my services by door knocking, and I had little cards I would distribute as well, just in case anyone wanted to call me later. I did it mostly on Saturdays, as that was when I had most time, and it left the evenings free for picking up girls. I was pretty talented with the ladies, and rarely went a night without scoring. One particular Saturday however when I was door-knocking in a new neighbourhood, I had a very different experience. I knocked on the door to a normal looking house; the man who answered the door was big and burly. I suppose he was around 50. He had a big handlebar moustache, and was wearing black jeans with a small black leather vest which was open at the front revealing a hairy chest and big beer gut. He also had an unusual tattoo on his upper arm, which i didn't know then, but now recognize as a biohazard symbol. I commented on it as I went past, as I thought it was a nice design and had been thinking of getting a tattoo of my own at some time. He told me I had to earn one of those, but i didn't understand. I explained why I was knocking, and he offered me $10 to mow his back lawn. I was a bit disappointed by the offer as $10 wouldn't go far, but seeing my disappointment he said he would pay me $20 dollars if I mowed the lawn in nothing but my jocks. Now I was not gay, but I wasn't shy either, and it was a fuckin' hot day, and his back yard was enclosed, and I needed the money, so I thought 'what the hell' and agreed to do it. He led me through the house to the back yard, and my attention was drawn to his computer in his bedroom, as it made a message-received sound on a chat program as I walked past. I noted he also had a webcam set up. He showed me the lawn mower, and without much fanfare i started the mower, undressed and started going about my business. The homeowner gathered up my clothing and took them inside for safe keeping. I must say its a bit odd mowing a lawn with little more than a jock and shoes. Twigs and branches sure sting when they whip past your legs, but it wasn't really much of a challenge: it was a small yard. Within about half an hour I was finished. Although it wasn't a particularly difficult day, and I was largely naked, the heat had caused me to break-out into a heavy sweat. The homeowner had watched most of the mowng apart from a few minutes when he had popped onto his computer and do a few other things. After I had finished and put away the lawn mower, he called me over for a chat. He said his nickname was Daddybear and he was glad i had mowed his lawn, because he had other plans for his afternoon. He asked me to step inside for payment, and offered me a drink of home-made ginger beer. I was happy to accept his offer. While he went to get his wallet, I downed the beer. I can honestly say it was the most terrible beer I had ever had. It was bitter as hell, and if it hadn't been ice cold, I would not have finished it, but I did so, finishing-up about the time he arrived with his wallet. He smiled, saying he was pleased I liked the beer. At that point I started to feel a bit giddy, and Daddybear saw me steady myself. He gave me another beer, saying it had the right combination of salts and sugars to hydrate me. I took him up on the second beer, and while it was only marginally better than the first one, I downed it, thinking it would counter what I assumed was dehydration. This was, as it turned out, a very bad idea. The next thing i remember I was gagging on some sort of ball thing that was shoved in my mouth, with like a harness strpping it behind my head. When I went to pull it out I realized my hands were cuffed to the headposts of a bed, I was unable to move, and I was laying on my stomach. A stack of firm pillows were propped under my hips making me bend in the middle to almost as if I was kneeling. My feet were also secured to the foot of the bed - I assumed by ropes. I couldn't believe the situation in which I found myself. I was now completely naked, and conscious of the cold air which was circulating between my butt cleft, which felt moist. I then heard the voice of Daddybear "ah, you're awake... welcome back! I have just finished preparing you!" It didn't take a PhD to figure-out what he had in mind, but in my position I could see no recourse. No amount of stuggling would free me from my bonds, and the effect of whatever had been dissolved in the drink still lingered and made my mind move very slowly. I was conscious the computer on the desk beside the bed which I had noticed on the way in was going frantic with received messages on chat programs, and I saw a webcam staring back at me from beside it. I saw Daddybear out the corner of my eye on the side of the bed away from the computer and noted that he had now shed his jeans and vest. He was naked. A huge uncut cock stood proudly about a hairy and full looking scrotum. He removed a tube from a night table drawer, and squeezed some clear gel onto his cock, lubing it up thoroughly. As he did so, his foreskin retracted, revealing a bright red head with precum oozing from it! "Look what Daddy has for you, boy!" he leered. "Aren't you lucky?" This was a scene out of the movie 'Deliverance'. At that point i felt anything but lucky. My stomach was in knots, but at the same time I couldn't help but feel my own cock twitch and begin to swell against the pillows. Daddybear walked back behind me, and i felt the mattress sway as he got on, moving behind me on his knees. He placed one hand on my back, and then very rapidly shoved a finger into my asshole and i flet his long fingernail scrape asit plunged in. i tried to cry out, but the ball in my mouth muffled any sound, and as he probed deeper to my prostate i found myself whimpering as my cock betrayed me and continued to swell against the pillows. Daddybear soon enough withdrew his finger and shuffled-up the bed further. I then felt him as he leaned forward, and placed the head of his cock at my hole, as he whispered in my ear "get ready, this is going to hurt some, but if you like, you can have some poppers to ease the pain." I had no idea what poppers were, but I didn't want any of this, let alone pain, so I nodded, and thru the dinging of arriving messages on the chat program I heard the crack and faint hiss of a bottle being opened. Daddybear then thrust under my nose and ordered me to inhale the fumes of what I since learned was amyl nitrate, an smell i will never forget. With the ball in my mouth I could do nothing but inhale through my nose. I could feel the pulse thumping in my head, and felt my ears flush and everything spin. Then the bottle was taken away and i felt Daddybear thrust forward. The lube and the amyl combined to ensure his rigid cock would be successful, and sure enough, I felt a searing pain as the head of his cock popped in. He held still for a second, but soon grew impatient and shoved again. I could feel the head of his cock sliding in further aided, perhaps, by its foreskin sheath. His cock was huge and he kept shoving it painfully inch by inch deeper inside me until I could feel the heat of his beer belly resting my back. The light touch of his testicles brushed up against my own. He let my ass stretch to adjust and accommodate before starting long thrusts back and forward, slowly at first, but building in speed until he was holding my hips and pumping me as fast as he could. I could hear his breathing getting faster and his thrusts getting stronger, and the repetitive onslaughts on my prostate were getting to much, but then he gripped my ass tighter with both hands, leaving bruises which lasted for weeks, and then grunted. I knew he was cumming. I felt the pulsations of his cock against my prostate, and I felt the gush of fluid as his sperm hit my ass, and before i knew it my own cock was shooting cum, as if his cum had gone right through me. He collapsed on top of me, gasping, his belly filling the small of my back, and his rough breath in my ear, but all the while keeping his cock as deep in me as possible. As his breathing settled he whispered in my ear "now I own you bitch! I have bred you! Now daddy's DNA is in you and you will never get it out! You're mine for life!" I didn't understand precisely what he meant, but I understood in some sense, that the exchange meant me owned me. He slowly withdrew, and stepped back, before undoing my hand cuffs and leaving me to untie my legs. I did so, and quickly got up and got dressed with my clothes which were piled on the floor. I needed to wipe away the goo on my ass, and noticed some white stuff tinged with blood which leaked out, but i was in too much of a hurry to get out of there to wipe thoroughly. I just put on my pants and left the room. Daddybear was waiting outside the room for me, and handed me two $20 dollar bills: one for the work on his lawn, the second as a token of his appreciation. I hurriedly left, and ran back to my dorm where I took a shower, and tried to forget the whole horrible experience. I have since learned this is typical behavior for anyone who has been raped. Of course I was much too embarrassed to ever tell anyone, let one the police. I was straight and that was that! I had no idea why my cock had been so hard during my experience, but wondered if there was a message in its response to Daddybear. I heard from Daddybear three weeks later when he rang to ask if i could mow his lawn again. I had apparently left my card with him. I mumbled something like 'no, you fuckin' bastard', but in truth I wasn't feeling well. In fact, I was feeling so poorly I went to see the University doctor, and he said I had a glandular fever, whatever that was. I had a background fever and sore throat for a week with swollen glands. Apparently it was common in my age group, especially with all the girls I was snogging! I spent the next five years fucking girls left right and centre to prove to myself that I wasn't gay. Some time a girl i had slept with unprotected told me she had tested HIV+ when donating blood, and I should get myself tested. It's safe to say that i know what the biohazard symbol means now.
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When I was a kid, about 19 or so, my parents had a Haitian friend, Jean, who would stay with us when he was in town. He was probably around 30. My room was in the basement since my sisters each wanted her own room. My parent would set a cot on one side of my room for Jean to sleep in. I usually went to bed early, but would stay awake to watch Jean as he undressed. I think he realized it because he would get naked and walk around with his big cock hanging loose. He wasn't very tall, so his cock looked even bigger. One time he sat naked on his bed to read a magazine. I lay on my belly and kept my eyes half open so I could see him. I don’t know what he was reading, but as he sat there, his cock gradually hardened. I swear I could see it throbbing. He then got up and went to the bathroom, his big cock swaying from side to side as he walked. While he was in the bathroom I took off my shorts. For obvious reasons, I wanted him to see my ass. I lay on my bed with the sheet on top of me. As he came out of the bathroom I pulled the sheet aside, exposing my bare ass. His cock again got rock hard. He stood over my bed for a couple of minutes. Then went and turned off the light, gently stroking him. I figured that was the end of it. Then I felt his hand opening my ass cheeks and feeling my hole. I lay there very still as he did felt me up, and began putting saliva in my hole. Fortunately, a lot of saliva. It felt real good. Taking my hand in his, he guided my to his cock. It felt very warm, solid and was definitely throbbing. He kept putting saliva on my hole. Then he went to get a towel and put it under my crotch. Then he lay on top of me, rubbing his cock on my hole. I didn't really know what to do so I just laid there under him. He then started to press the cock head on my hole. I’m not sure I really intended to get fucked, but was sufficiently turned-on that I instinctively went with the flow, and relaxed my hole. It felt wonderfully dirty. Then he started to push it in. The excitement of the moment was not enough to mask the pain. I moaned, saying ‘stop’, but he covered my mouth and whispered in my ear telling me not to make noise. I was breathing very hard as his cock invaded my hole. I kept moaning and struggling under him but he kept my mouth covered and held me in place. He whispered in my ear "My cock is in up to the balls." At this point I stopped struggling: pain had changed to pleasure. He said "That's it. Let me enjoy this hole." He fucked me for a long while until he shot his load. After he caught his breath, he got up. My ass felt wonderful – the thought I had served a man thrilled me in a way that was new to me. He slapped my butt as a ‘thank you’, and went to his bed to sleep. I thought about the old saying ‘it hurt so good’ as I lay on my belly, enjoying the sensation of a well-stretched ass, complete with the sensation of cum dribbling onto my thighs. Eventually I fell asleep, my ass fully exposed. The next morning when I awoke, my hard on was throbbing. Jean lay on his bed, his cock also rigid. We looked at each other, smiling. Again, I felt the desire to offer myself to him. Apparently he felt the desire to pleasure himself, because he arose, walked over to me, and again presented his cock for my admiration. Again he used spit to lube my hole, but this time he sat on the bed and directed me to sit on his cock. It was not easy to give him entrance. I tried to pull away, but he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down till his whole cock was in me. The combination of pain and pleasure was unique. He guided me in sliding up and down, each downward stroke causing my hole to open-up further, giving him more depth. Eventually I was fully impaled on his cock, and, not surprisingly, he blew his second load in my hole. After this his visits were more regular, and his cock was up my ass every time we had the chance, day or night.
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When Bill pulled up in his truck, my stomach started to fill with butterflies. I was more than a little nervous, and felt jittery and awkward. I forced myself to be nonchalant as I picked up my backpack and walked to the passenger side of his pickup. It was a hot day, late summer, and he had the windows down. “Hey, Brian, ” he said. “You look great!” I was wearing a very loud Hawaiian shirt, red with pineapples, and a pair of blue swim trunks, and sandals. Through the window, I could see Bill was sporting a yellow Hawaiian shirt of his own, and black swim trunks. The shirt hugged his burly frame, and was open at the throat low enough to show the dark hair on his chest. The trunks stopped high on his thick thighs. “Thanks,” I said, opened the door, and slid in. “You, too.” “Next stop, luau,” he said, and we drove off while I put on my seat belt. Too late to change your mind, I thought, and felt my nerves both lessen and increase. “Looking forward to it?” Bill asked. “Yeah,” I said, and it felt true. I relaxed a little, and leaned back. “How far is it?” “Mac’s cabin is about two hours away,” Bill said, and reached out with one rough hand to tousle my hair. “Lots of time to play X-Rated 20 Questions.” I laughed. Thing is, I’d only met Bill once before. Earlier in the summer, when the city was having gay pride, I’d convinced my friend Justin to go to the Bear Brunch with me, and bought two tickets. I’m not a bear, just a big fan, but I’d never gone to any sort of bear event, and wanted backup. When I’d gotten there, and sat down at the tables reserved for the event, Bill had been three seats away, two empty seats between us, and he’d overheard me have a stilted conversation with Justin on my cell when the tables started to fill with big hairy guys, and I realized that Justin wasn’t going to show. “Stood up?” Bill had asked me, leaning over those two empty seats. I nodded, “Yeah.” Bill was hot. Stocky, with thick arms and a wide chest, a full dark brown beard and a deep voice, he’d definitely gotten me flustered. I’m about five ten, slim, and I have dimples. I look like the guy on the cover of a college pamphlet – about as non-bear as you can be, but stocky hairy studs were definitely what I was into. The pictures and DVDs I had of bears were always my preference when I was beating off. I imagined they’d been an insular group, and some of them were, but Bill surprised me by saying, “Dumb bear if he stood you up.” “Not a bear,” I said. “He’s just a friend.” He patted the seat beside him. I moved over, stomach flipping. We ordered breakfast an soon the tables were pretty much full. Bill asked my name, and introduced me to the rest of the bears at our table. A few barely glanced at me – not interested, I guess – but Bill spoke directly to me, as did a couple of his friends. They were all big guys, stocky with or without anything from a bit of a beer gut to a full belly, and all incredibly masculine. “So what brings you here?” Dave asked, one of Bill’s friends who had a goatee and a short crop of brown hair. “Uh,” I said, at a loss for words. “It seemed like fun.” Lame response, I know. “You got a thing for bears?” Dave pressed, grinning. I felt myself blush. “Maybe,” I said, and tried to look coy or something. Bill had tousled my hair. “Okay, this boy is adorable,” he said. “Who wants him?” My face went red hot. “I’ll take him,” Dave said, and he had a little growl in his voice that went straight to my cock. “Me first,” Mike said – he was sitting across from me, an older guy in his fifties maybe, with short grey hair, glasses, and a pretty bushy beard. “Hell no,” Dave said. “You think I want your sloppy seconds?” He snorted. “You’d get him dirty.” Mike leaned forward and smiled at me. “I bet you’d like that.” “Uh,” I said, and laughed. Bill wrapped one arm around me, and tugged me into his shoulder. “Back off, I saw him first.” I laughed louder, beyond embarrassed and more than a little bit horned up, and squirmed out of Bill’s near headlock. “Thanks,” I said, not really sure what to say. At the end of the meal, my cell rang. Justin and our friends were meeting for the parade. I said I’d be there shortly. When I hung up, Dave, Mike, and Bill were looking at me. “Thanks for the company,” I said. To be honest, I was a little let down that it was over. Bill picked up my phone. “How do I put in my number?” I blushed, but put in his number, then gave him mine, which he put into his own phone. That, I thought, would be it. They’d been polite, and flirty – hell, they were at least two decades older than me, if not three – and it was really flattering, but that’d be it. But Bill had indeed called a couple of weeks later. “Hey, Dimples,” he’d said. I’d recognized his name with a bit of shock when my phone rang, and answered it quickly. “If that’s what you’re going to call me,” I said, “I’m going to hang up.” “Fine,” he said. “I’ll think of something else. You free for the long weekend?” “Yes,” I said, hesitating. “You got a Hawaiian shirt and some swimming trunks?” “Uh,” I said. “I’ve got trunks…” “Buy a shirt, and I’ll pick you up Friday at five. Where do you live?” “Why do I need a Hawaiian shirt?” I was off balance. Had I agreed to go somewhere? For how long? “Luau party at a friend’s cabin. Definitely something you’d like.” “Oh,” I said, surprised. “So where do you live?” he asked. I gave him my address. It was only after he’d repeated it back to me and hung up that I realized he’d never actually asked me if I’d wanted to go – he’d just assumed. “Okay, you first, or me?” Bill said, after we’d been driving a bit. “Sorry?” I said, snapping out of the reverie. “X-Rated Twenty Questions,” he said. “You first, or me?” “Not sure I’ve played X-Rated Twenty Questions before.” “It’s just like 20 Questions,” he said, “But instead of Animal, Vegetable, Mineral, you start with Type, Act, or Toy. Like, type of guy that gets you going, type of stuff you like to do, and what toys you like to play with.” “Type, Act or Toy,” I repeated, and laughed a little nervously. “I’ll go first,” he said. He waited a minute, then said, “Okay, go.” “Is it a type?” I asked. “No,” he said. “That’s one.” “Is it an act?” I asked. “No,” he said. “Two.” “Toy then,” I said, already blushing. “Is it, uhh…” I pictured Bill in a leather harness. Oh baby. “Is it something you wear?” He took a moment. “You mean me wear?” “Yeah.” “No. That’s three.” I thought. “So it’s something the other guy would wear?” “Yes. Four.” “Is it leather?” I asked, feeling my face heat up. I’ve always been an easy blush. He turned and grinned at me. “No, but interesting question.” I had to look away. “Five,” he said. If it wasn’t leather… “Is it cloth?” “No. Six.” “Uh,” I pondered. What the heck else could you wear? I thought of my DVDs. “Rubber?” He grinned again. “Another interesting option from the oh-so-innocent boy with the dimples. But no. Seven.” I bit my lip, then had a brainstorm. “Is it metal?” “Yes,” he said. “Eight. Well done.” “Handcuffs?” I said, and even as I said it, I felt a little twist in my stomach. “Got it in nine,” he said. I laughed. “Your turn,” he said. I went blank for a second, then said, “Okay.” “Is it a toy or an act?” he asked. “Yes,” I said. “One.” “A toy?” he asked. “No,” I said. “Two.” “Damn,” he said. “I wanted to know more about the leather and rubber fetish you have.” I laughed, but it came off a little nervous. “Okay,” he said, “An act. Is this act something you are doing?” “Sorry?” I said. “Like sucking cock,” he said. “You suck. As opposed to being sucked.” “Oh,” I said, and amended my thought to be a bit more specific. “Uh, no. Three.” “Does it involve your dick?” he asked. “No,” I said. “Four.” I kept my eyes on the road ahead of us. “Does it involve your tight little ass?” he asked, with a playful note in his deep voice. I felt my throat hitch. “Yes. Five.” He laughed. “Is it getting your tight little ass fucked?” I aimed a smile at him. “No,” I said, smugly. “Six.” He paused only a second. “Is it having your tight little ass eaten?” I nodded. “Got it in seven.” He grinned, teeth white in his beard. “So far so good.” Bill went next, and chose type. It took me fifteen of my twenty questions to get to “Dimples” and my groan let him know what I thought of that. So I chose type and went with “Older Men” which he actually didn’t get after twenty questions. “Your turn again, then,” he said. “Since I didn’t get it. And you’ve gotta go with toy now.” “Oh really?” I said. “It’s the rules,” he shrugged. I smirked. I went with a leather harness – which took him only seven guesses – and he said “Damn. Didn’t pack mine.” “You have a leather harness?” I asked. He just smiled. His next choice was an act – I got it in three – getting a blow job. “Do I have to pick a particular one next?” I asked, being imperious. He just waved a hand. So I chose type again, and he got to “Hairy Chest” in ten guesses. I missed his next one, which was an act. It was something he liked to do to someone else, didn’t involve their dick, their ass, or their mouth, and didn’t involve putting anything inside them. I’d narrowed it down to being about the head, and then about the face, but I didn’t get it. My last guess, though, of “cumming on a guy’s face” made him tousle my hair again, and he’d said, “Naughty boy… but no.” He went again, picked type, and I got to “Naughty Boys” in eleven. By this point, I had a semi hard on, and was trying to play it cool. My turn – I picked act – and he guessed “being fingered” in ten guesses. “You really like having your ass played with, don’t you?” he said. I shrugged, blushed, and he laughed. He went with type again, and I got “Younger” in nine, which surprised him, but I still had my choice of “Older Men” in my head from earlier. Back to toy again, and I admitted “dildoes” in six guesses. His toy took me longer – twelve guesses – and was “paddles.” “Wow,” I said, vaguely. He grinned at me. “Tired of this game?” I shrugged. More like getting horny and a little embarrassed. “Maybe.” I was trying to hide my semi , too. “I’m just waiting for you to admit you like getting fucked,” he said. “Okay,” I laughed, my stomach wobbling. “My turn.” “Is it an act?” he said. “Yes.” “Is it getting your tight little boy ass fucked ragged?” “Got it in two,” I said, and felt my dick harden. We arrived at the cabin, at the end of a long winding driveway into the woods, about two hours later. It was definitely dressed up as a tacky luau. Tiki torches were lit, paper lanterns were hung all over the place in the trees, and there was Hawaiian music playing. Cars lined both sides of the dirt and gravel road. We got out, each of us lugging a bag – Bill had a duffel, I had my backpack – and we went inside. There were a lot more people there than I’d thought. There were about twenty men inside the main floor of the cabin, which was open-concept and had a great room with a brick fireplace that was in the centre of the room and rose up to meet the top floor, which seemed to be half the size of the main floor, with a stairwell against the left wall. The fireplace was lit, which was a poor choice. The place was very warm in the late summer evening, even with all the window screens open. The kitchen was opposite where we entered, with glass doors beyond that leading to a back yard where I could see a few more people. Everyone was dressed for the luau, in Hawaiian shirts and shorts – and I couldn’t help but notice most of them were like Bill – about a couple of decades (at least) older than me, and bearish. Everyone had a fake plastic lei on as well, mostly in patterns of red and white. “Bill!” someone called. Bill led me through the people to the kitchen. There, a man in his mid-forties or early fifties gave Bill a big hug, and then glanced at me. He was stocky, with a short beard that was blacker than his salt-and-pepper hair, and his Hawaiian shirt – green with palm trees – was undone. His chest was full of graying hairs, and a little slick with sweat. Around his neck, a purple and white plastic lei hung. “This is Brian?” the man said. Bill nodded, “This is Brian. Gotta get him leid, though.” I felt my face go crimson. “Aw, he’s blushing,” the man said. “I’m Mac. This is my place.” “It’s awesome,” I said. He ducked into the pantry and came out with a purple and white lei like the one he was wearing, and a bright green and white one. He gave Bill the purple, and I got the green. “Bartender is at the back,” Mac said, jerking a thumb over his shoulder to the glass doors. “And the hot tub is there.” I couldn’t imagine getting into a hot tub – I was already sweating a little in the heat. “Can we put our bags somewhere?” Bill asked. “Oh shit, yeah…” Mac said. “Pick one of the bedrooms.” I blinked, but Bill clapped my shoulder and we ducked under a rope at the bottom of the stairs decorated with plastic flowers. We passed the first two doors – Bill pointed at the second and said, “Bathroom” – and then passed one more, finally taking the fourth door. Inside was a large bed, a chest of drawers, and chair. Bill tossed his bag on the chair, and I put mine on the bed. “So we’re staying the night?” I said, trying to be casual. He laughed. “You said you were free for the weekend.” I nodded. “I did.” “Come on,” he said. “I’m boiling. Let’s grab a drink.” In the back, three guys were actually in the hot-tub, which blew my mind, and one of them was about my age, maybe a little older, though he had a beard and a fuzzier chest than me by far. He was wearing a green lei as well, and I turned to Bill. I asked, “Why did I get a green lei?” “Noticed that?” Bill smiled. “Mac does it every year. Purple are for overnight guests, so they can have drinks, Red aren’t staying, so they get punch after it goes dark. And green are for first time guests.” “Ah,” I said. We went to the bar, where one of the burliest bears I’ve ever seen was there, a thick chested guy with a shaved head and blond hair all over his chest and belly, which was hanging a little over his shorts. He didn’t have the Hawaiian shirt, but he was wearing the purple colored lei. He nodded as Bill and I approached, and winked at me. “Hey Bill,” he said. “And a newbie!” “This is Brian, ” Bill said. “Brian, this is Randy.” Randy held out a hand, and I shook. “Drinks?” he asked. “Please,” Bill said. “Long drive, and it’s fucking hot.” Randy opened the bar fridge and pulled out two mixes – I assumed they were margaritas or daiquiris – one was a bright green, the other a bright purple. I laughed at the continuing color theme as he handed me mine, which he poured into a green plastic tumbler, and topped with a slice of pineapple and a paper umbrella. “Nice,” I said. But I sucked on the straw. It was blessedly cold and sweet, and tasted strongly of lime. Bill took a long sip of his as well. "Careful,” he said. “Randy makes them strong.” Randy shrugged, “It’s a party.” Bill took me around, and introduced me to more bear types than I’d ever met before, we settled on one of the sofas, and between the heat of the fireplace and the heat of the day, I soon got over my shyness and undid a few buttons of my Hawaiian shirt. Half the guests had undone theirs completely or shucked them entirely by the time the sun had gone down, and I’d gone back to Randy once for a refill, and then Bill had gone once more and taken my plastic tumbler with him. Bill wasn’t kidding, Randy made a strong drink – I was definitely starting to feel it. I’d spotted five more purple leis, not including Randy, Mac, and Bill, but hadn’t spotted another green. It seemed like me and the cub in the tub were the two newbies. On a couch, wedged between Bill and a guy named Geoff (a dark haired bear, no beard, red lei) who had been chatting with me for a bit, Geoff leaned over and asked me how I’d met Bill. “He came to a bear brunch,” Bill said, and wrapped one arm around behind me. His arm was hot and sweaty against my neck, but it sent a tremor through me. I was definitely feeling the effects of Randy ’s drinks – I was working on my fourth, but wasn’t sure I was going to finish it. “You’re a chaser?” Geoff asked. “He’s a chaser,” Bill said, and then tugged me into his chest. I laughed, and then Bill gave my ass a hard smack with his hand. I yelped, and Bill let me go. I could feel my face burning again. “Cute,” Geoff said, and winked at me. “Not just that,” Bill said. “He’s into dildoes, and getting fingered, and likes having his ass eaten and leather harnesses…” “Bill!” I said, trying to cover his mouth. He laughed at my attempts, and Geoff was laughing too. Bill put his bearded lips to my ears and whispered, “and having his tight little boy ass fucked ragged.” My dick – already unbelievably twitchy for being surrounded by all the bearish hunks – thickened in my shorts. I squirmed out of his grasp, and shifted on the couch a little between them to let the tails of my shirt cover my lap a little. “Damn!” Geoff said, “I gotta go to those brunches.” We all laughed. “Last round?” Randy yelled, stepping into the room, carrying the four pitchers, two in each hand. A few glasses were raised, and Bill tugged mine – still half full – from my hand and Randy topped it up with the green slushy. It seemed to be the cue for a lot of the red leis, and one by one, they started to leave, including Geoff, who leaned into me and gave me a kiss goodbye that involved a lot of tongue, some hooting from Bill and the other guys watching, and didn’t help my growing hard on at all. As more of the people slowly filed out, the cub from the tub came in with the two bears who’d been in there with him. They were all red-skinned, and had towels wrapped around their waists. Randy topped up their drinks, and then went to the kitchen and poured the dregs down the sink, joining me and Bill on the couch. Randy slapped a hand on my thigh and said, “Come on. They finally vacated the tub.” “Oh yeah,” I said, laughing. “Just what I need, to warm up.” Bill laughed, but shoved my shoulder. “It’s cooler outside.” Reluctantly, and trying not to let my hard-on show – a bit easier since there weren’t lights on inside, just the fireplace – I got up, and went with Bill and Randy to the back yard. Mac was there, saying goodbye to two guests, and he nodded as we went past. The hot tub was square, and designed to fit four. I put my mostly full drink beside the tub, and I stepped in quickly. Although it was hot, the bubbling water felt awesome on my skin. Once I sank in a little, and it covered my waist, I sat down in the far corner, and then undid my shirt and chucked it outside the tub. I kept the lei on. Bill settled in beside me, leaving his shirt behind, and Randy sat across from me. “Having fun?” Randy asked me. He had cool blue eyes, and was smiling. “This feels awesome,” I said, and leaned back. “I think I’m drunk.” Bill laughed. “Just a little. Maybe now you’ll tell me the one I missed?” “What?” Randy said. “Twenty questions,” Bill said. “We played it on the drive up.” “X-Rated twenty questions,” I corrected. “And I missed one, too.” “What’s X-rated twenty questions?” Randy asked. “It’s like twenty questions,” Bill said, “But instead of Animal, Vegetable, Mineral, it’s Act, Type or Toy.” Randy laughed. “Nice.” “Passes the time,” Bill said. “But I missed one. What was it?” He leaned in and tickled me under the water. I thrashed a little, laughing, and sat up straighter. “It was a type,” I said, and my head was spinning. Bill seemed to be holding his drinks better. “It wasn’t about hair, or body size, or shape, or cock size-“ Randy laughed “-or a bunch of other stuff I don’t remember.” “Older Men,” I said, grinning. My head was spinning a little. “Ahh,” he said. “How old are you?” Randy asked me. “Twenty,” I said, smiling. Randy grinned at me. “Good.” “Wow, it’s hot,” I said, but didn’t move. It felt awesome in here, and besides that, my slight hard on had elevated itself to full on. “Okay,” Randy said. “I got one.” I blinked, but Bill said, “Is it a toy or a type?” and I clued in. Randy said, “No.” “That’s one,” I said, and grinned at Bill. I was having a great time. “You guess,” Bill said. “Um,” I said. “An act. Is it something you do, or something that’s done to you?” “That’s not yes-no,” Bill said. Randy shrugged. “It’s neither , or it’s both, maybe, I guess.” I blinked. Bill said, “Is it done in the bedroom?” “No.” Randy said. “Three,” I said. “Um… does it involve touching?” “Not in and of itself,” Randy said. “Four,” I said. “Jerking off?” Bill said. “No,” Randy said, and then added, “Five.” Mac came out onto the patio while we were thinking, and stepped into the hot-tub. “Everyone who’s going is gone.” He’d shucked his shirt, and was soon sitting beside me in the water, which darkened his salt and pepper chest hair, and revealed a lot more hair on his shoulders and arms. I shifted in my seat, hyper-aware of my hard-on. “Watching porn?” Bill said. “What?” Mac asked. “No,” said Randy. “Six.” “We’re playing twenty questions,” Bill said. “Randy is thinking of an act he enjoys that doesn’t involve touching and is something you do together, sort of, but not in the bedroom.” Mac looked at me. I laughed. “X-rated twenty questions,” I said. Mac looked at Randy. “Is it done naked?” Randy splashed water at Mac. “Yes. Cheater.” Mac wiped his face. “He wants you to take your shorts off,” he said. “Naked hot-tubbing is the best,” Randy said. “Ahh,” Bill said. Then, with a grin, started shifting about in the water. After a few long moments where he was leaning forward, he raised his shorts out of the water and dropped them over the side. Randy cheered, and Mac laughed. “Damn straight,” Randy said, and did the same. Mac shook his head, but stood in the centre of the tub long enough to take his off as well, and through the bubbling water I could see the dark patch of his pubic hair, but not much else. When they all looked at me, I felt a reckless laugh escape, and I tugged my shorts off as well – my cock, freed from the fabric, felt fantastic in the hot bubbling water. There was no way I was getting out until I’d managed to calm down. “Having a good time?” Mac asked me. I nodded. “So hot, but it feels great.” “Here,” Bill said, and handed me my drink. I took a big gulp. It was pretty much melted, but it was still cold. He drank some of his as well, and we all leaned back a little. My cock was positively throbbing. “So what were the ones you guessed?” Randy asked. I groaned. “Don’t…” Bill laughed. “Well, let’s see…” “Bill,” I said. “Come on…” Bill grinned. “Brian likes having his ass eaten, fingered… dildoes… he’s pretty much all about his ass, actually…” I groaned, and slid under the water, eyes closed, while the three laughed and Bill kept on talking. When I came back up again – the water feeling cool on my face in the night air, they were still laughing, and Bill said, “…for sure.” I shook my head, and let the water fly, but it made me majorly dizzy. “Woah,” I said. “Someone’s drunk,” Mac said. “If you go under again,” Bill said, “You should aim more to the left. You missed my dick last time.” “Or right,” Mac said, and winked at me. I shifted, flushing. Bill leaned over to me, and said, “C’mere.” I leaned towards him, and he kissed me, his rough beard tickling against my chin. Then, with a swoosh of water, he’d grabbed my shoulders and shoved me under the water. I managed to grab a breath before I went under, and came up again pretty quickly, but had slid off my seat and was pretty much kneeling in the middle of the tub. Bill’s legs were on either side of me, and Mac and Randy ’s feet brushed me as they laughed. I spat some water at Bill, and he grinned. “C’mere,” he said again. “Fool me once,” I said, but after a second, I moved towards him, leaning forward. He leaned forward, and gave me another kiss, this time holding the back of my head with one hand. It was a longer kiss, and his tongue went deep in my mouth, exploring. My cock throbbed under the water. Mac’s toes brushed up against my ass. I kind of yelped into Bill’s mouth, and Bill pulled back, eyebrows up. Mac laughed. I settled back into my seat awkwardly, and took another big gulp of the melted drink to get the chlorine taste out of my mouth. “So, Mac,” Bill said, and as he spoke, his hand, out of sight under the water, moved to my thigh. I tensed. “We know what Randy likes –“ “We know one of the things Randy likes,” Randy said. “- how about you? Twenty questions?” Bill’s hand had moved up, and he brushed his pinky finger against my hard on. He glanced at me, and winked. I shivered. His hand moved away. “I gotta think of something I like?” Mac said. Bill nodded. “Okay,” Mac said. “Is it an act, type, or toy?” Bill asked. “Act,” Mac said. “Naked hot-tubbing,” Randy said. Mac smirked. “Partly.” “Naked hot-tubbing with me?” Bill said. Mac laughed. “Not knocking it, but no. Close.” “Being in the hot-tub with Brian, ” Randy said. Mac smiled, “That’s part of it.” I blushed. “Just part?” I couldn’t believe I said it. “Wouldn’t mind a kiss,” Mac said. “Since you’re givin’ em out.” I laughed, but Bill and Randy started to cajole, saying, “Come on, give him a kiss,” and the like, so I slid back down to my knees in the middle of the tub and leaned in toward Mac. He leaned forward and gave me a long, deep kiss. His hands gripped the back of my head, and he kissed me for quite a while, his short beard rough against my lips. My head swam with it, and I only barely heard Randy and Bill whistling. Mac pulled back, but kept his hands firmly on the back of my head. “Nice,” he said. Randy shifted in his seat. “My turn.” He raised his hands over his chest, and made a “come here” gesture, leaning back against his corner of the tub. I laughed, and leaned in a bit, but he was leaning all the way back against his seat. I tried to lean forward further, but couldn’t quite reach, and I didn’t want to get out from the middle of the tub because of my hard on. Bill laughed, slid into the water behind me, and shoved me up onto Randy ’s chest. My hard on pressed against Randy’s thigh, and Randy kissed me quick, grabbing my ass with both hands, then said, “Someone’s happy.” I blushed, and slid back into the water, embarrassed, and turned on all at once. “Hrm,” Bill said, wrapping his arms around me in the water. I could feel his own hard cock against my back. “Maybe time for bed now?” I kind of stammered a bit, and Randy and Mac laughed. Bill got out of the tub, and I couldn’t help myself – I turned and looked at his cock, which was thick, and semi-hard, and surrounded by dark wet pubic hair that spread up onto his stomach. He wrapped a towel around his waist, and then held up one for me. I got out – Mac slapped my ass as I went – and wrapped a towel around myself. The tent in the towel was obvious, and Mac and Randy were laughing as Bill walked me through the glass doors. We walked quickly to the stairs, but I managed to see that three of the other purple lei’s were sitting on one couch, while the cubby guy was on another couch with two more – and he was making out with one of them, his hand in the guy’s shorts. My head was spinning, and Mac had to pretty much march me up the stairs. I was dizzy, and chuckling to myself, and my dick was furiously hard. We walked past the all the doors until we got to our room. Bill left the door open, and then with one shove, he pushed me onto the bed, face first. He turned on the lights, which surprised me, and while I blinked, and rolled over, he fiddled with something in the chest of drawers. When he came back to the bed, he’d dropped his towel, and I got a good look at him, outlined against the open doorway. Still wet, his chest and legs and stomach was covered in dark hair, and his beard was a bit tangled. His dick was half-hard, rising up from his thighs, and he smiled at me while I looked up at him. “You look very fuckable right now,” he said. I shifted on the bed, tugging the towel away. I was absolutely fuckable. I was so horned up I’d beg for it. He said, “Now, what was the first thing? Oh yeah. Roll over.” I rolled over. And in a second he’d crawled onto the bed and buried his tongue in my ass. I squirmed, and shoved my ass up to meet his rough beard, and let out a loud gasp. My hands slid down between my legs, and I gripped my cock. “Nuh-uh,” he said, and stopped licking my hole. He grabbed my hands, and took them from my cock, pressing me down onto the bed. He whispered into my ear, “No touching.” I moaned. He rolled half off me, and reached for his bag on the chair. I heard him unzipping it, and then there was a metallic clinking sound. I looked over. He had my hands handcuffed to the headboard before I could really process, and I felt myself nearly humping the bed in response. When he scooted between my thighs and tugged my ass into the air and started eating my hole again, I was frantic to find some way to rub my cock against something, but he just kept licking and sucking on my hole while I groaned and moaned and made little gasping noises. Soon he had a fingertip up against my ass, and was teasing me with it, sliding just the tip in and out. I pushed back against him, his saliva slick on his finger. I’d never played without lube before, and was stunned at how electric my whole body seemed to be. My cock had never been this hard, this long… “You want me to fuck you now, boy?” he said. “Yesssss…” it came out in a hiss. “Nuh-uh,” he said, close to my ear. “Louder than that, boy. You ask me to fuck you, you do it loud.” “Fuck me,” I said, very loud, almost shouting. “Fuck me… please…” My head was wild with it. He laughed, and then he tugged at my shoulders until I was gripping the headboard with both hands, on my knees for him, almost on all fours. He leaned past me to his bag, and rummaged. I felt the hot tip of his cock against my ass, and then a cool shock of lube being poured liberally along my ass crack. I was bucking back against him. He chuckled, and with a pretty mean thrust, he shoved his cock into me. I yelled, one long “fuck!” as he shoved inside, and he grunted. I felt my knees shake, and almost went down onto my belly, but he gripped my thighs and held me in place. White light flashed in front of my eyes, but behind it all, this insane horniness that hadn’t let up in hours was there, and my cock didn’t even deflate a bit. Bill pulled back slowly, letting me feel the length of him, and then pushed back in again. I let out a guttural moan. He laughed. “You like that, boy?” “Yessss…” I hissed again. He slapped my ass. “Yes!” I half-yelled. He pulled back, and then pushed back in, a few more times, faster each time, and then he was fucking me all out, thrusting in hard, rough jabs that were making it hard to breathe. I gripped the headboard tightly, and pushed back against him, grunting and sweating. My head was swimming, and I felt so desperate to have him keep fucking me I was surprising myself. “Fuck me, fuck me fuck meee!” I was yelling. After a time, he said, “Yeah, here it comes, boy,” and I felt his cock throb inside me and hot surges of his cum filled my ass. He shoved in hard while he came, and I felt his cock twitch twice more, as two more bursts of cum filled me, the hot liquid slick on my insides, almost soothing after his rough entry. “Fuck,” he said, and pulled out. I felt his cum slick down my thigh. “Damn nice, boy.” I leaned my cheek against the headboard, breathing. Bill touched my dick, still rock hard, and I moaned. “You want to cum, boy?” “Yes!” I said, and rattled the handcuffs a little. He leaned over me, his sticky cock against the small of my back, “I dunno.” “Please!” I gasped, and pushed back against him. His finger teased my ass again, and I whimpered. “Doesn’t seem fair to Mac or Randy, does it?” “What?” I said, brain foggy with the need to cum. “Nope, sure doesn’t.” Mac’s voice was startling. I turned my face as far as I could, and saw Mac and Randy standing at the doorway, no sign of towels, dicks hard in front of them. I gasped. They’d watched? “What?” I repeated, but my eyes went to their dicks. My mouth actually watered, and my ass twitched. Mac had a very hot daddy thing going for him, and Randy had one of the wickedest curved dicks I’d ever seen, and... What was I thinking? Bill dipped his finger further into my ass. “You want to cum?” I whined. “Yes, I do…” More than I’d ever needed to cum in my life. “Well then,” Bill said, and slid off the bed. I turned my face to the wall, stunned, and the bed shifted as someone else got onto it. “Nice,” Randy said. So it was Randy on the bed. His finger pushed at my ass, and despite my confused state, I groaned and pushed back against him. Randy fucked me, using Bill’s cum and the remnants of the lube that were slick in my ass, and I pushed back and begged him to do it. His belly slapped against my ass with every thrust, and I often crashed into the headboard. His curved dick was wicked inside me, and I was gasping and yelping, and he slapped my ass on every third thrust or so. He came soon after, and I yelled as he came. I wanted to come so fucking badly. After Randy fucked me, Mac took his turn, and I was nearly crying with the heat that was filling my balls, desperate for release. Vaguely, I could hear fucking noises from another room, and I wondered if the cubby type was being treated the same way. Mac rode me rough, his hands biting into my waist, and I begged him to fuck me. “You like that, you little slut?” Mac asked. “Yes!” I said. “You want my load, slut?” he asked. “Yes!” I would have said anything, done anything. I’d never felt like this before. When he blasted his load in, which mostly spilled out around his dick, I collapsed against the bed. Bill undid my handcuffs, but grabbed my hands before I could reach my cock. “You want to cum?” he asked me. “Yes!” I yelled. “Please!” He laughed, and kissed me, rough. I rolled onto my back, squirming, and he kept kissing me, his tongue inside my mouth. Someone grabbed my legs – I assumed Randy or Mac – and a hard dick was once again pushing at my ass. When Bill pulled away from the kiss, I saw it wasn’t Randy, or Mac, it was one of the other purple lei guests, a balding bear with very hairy shoulders and chest, and then he was fucking me, and Bill let go of my wrists, and I jerked myself off furiously while the bear – whose name I didn’t know – added one more load of cum to my ass. I felt my dick explode in my hands, and cum spattered against my chest and stomach. I threw my head back with the most intense release I’d ever had, and then, to my amazement, found I was staying hard. The bear rolled off me, and said, “Nice ass.” I was stunned, incredibly turned on, and yet embarrassed and confused as well. “What..?” I said, but had no way to finish the sentence. Bill kissed me again. “Good boy,” he said, and reached between my legs, cupping my balls. I moaned. “Want me to cum on your face, boy?” he asked. I found myself nodding. By the time the night ended, all eight of the guys in the purple lei had had their dicks in one end of me or the other – or both - and the same had happened to the cubby guy. I woke up in bed with Bill and the hairy shouldered bear. At the end of the night, which had only really been a couple of hours earlier, Bill and the other bear had gotten me into the shower, and then I’d sort of remembered coming to the bed. I’d gotten up twice to piss – they’d also had me drink a few large glasses of water, but beyond that, I had only a foggy recollection of the rest of the night. Bill was awake when I opened my eyes. “Uh,” I said. I was pressed between the two bears. “Did you have fun?” he asked, smiling, in a rumbly voice. “Yeah,” I said. I’d been fucked by eight bears and hornier than I’d ever been in my life. I’d swallowed loads, begged for them to cum on me, and had had a hard on that took four jerking off sessions to finally deflate. “That green stuff is pretty good, eh?” I shifted beside him, trying not to wake the other bear. “You guys drugged me?” My head was mostly clear now, but I was having trouble processing it. I wasn’t particularly hung over, maybe a bit. Mostly I was surprised I wasn’t actually angry. I’d enjoyed every fucking moment of it – pardon the pun – and it was like living a fantasy I’d not known I’d had. Bill kissed me, one of his possessive, hard, kisses. I kissed him back, ran my hands through the hair on his chest. “Morning wood,” Bill said, taking my hand and sliding it down to his dick, which was very hard. “My ass is a bit sore,” I said, but gripped his cock in one hand. Bill reached up and took my head, and started pushing me under the covers. I laughed, and went under, putting his dick in my mouth. The other bear woke up when I squirmed around, and Bill said, “Good morning, Jack.” “Looks like it,” Jack – his name was Jack, I thought to myself - said, voice muffled on the other side of the sheets. He moved, and I felt his own dick, semi-hard, against my shoulders. I shifted and sucked him for a bit. “Fuck, yeah…” Jack said. “Good morning.” I took my time with them, sucking one, then the other, for a good fifteen minutes. Jack had an uncut cock, which I liked, and I swirled my tongue around his dickhead. Bill’s dick was bigger, and thicker, and I tried to get it all in my mouth. I was sucking Jack when his hands reached under the covers, grabbed my hair, and held me in place while he spurted his morning load into my mouth. I didn’t manage to swallow all of it, and some of it ended up on my face and in his crotch. He let go, and got out of the bed – “Gotta take a shower,” he said – and I went back to Bill’s dick with my cummy mouth. Bill tugged me back up out from under the covers and we shared a cummy kiss. “Damn, boy,” he said, “You sure your ass is too sore?” His hands gripped my ass, index finger teasing my hole. I groaned against his chest, biting my lip. My hole felt sore and itchy, but the kind of itch that a scratch wouldn’t really help – it’d just make it more itchy. “Pretty sure,” I said. His finger teased a little longer, but he let go. “Damn,” he said. “How about breakfast, then?” I blushed. “Uh. Okay.” “What?” he said, voice teasing. “You don’t like breakfast?” “No,” I said. “Just… everyone…” I blushed. It was hard to explain. “Uh. I’m a little embarrassed.” “Says the guy who just sucked two cocks.” He laughed, and gave my ass a slap. “Everyone already fucked you, boy. Don’t worry – they’ll be hungry, too. Now wipe your face off and put on some shorts, or you’ll end up getting fucked on the breakfast table before you can eat.” I blushed, but we got up. I wiped my face quickly on a towel, then rooted through my backpack, and found clean underwear and shorts, and tugged a t-shirt over my head. When I looked over, Bill was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a black t-shirt that had white letters on it that spelled “Daddy.” He gestured to the door, and I stepped out in front of him. I’d be here the whole day, I realized, and headed for the stairs. I was starving.
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I hope I find a continuation to this story.... **************************************************************** I've never put much thought into fucking around behind my boyfriend's back. It doesn't really feel like cheating 'cause we have an open relationship -- although, technically speaking, we're supposed to okay a potential lay with each other first or at least tell each other about it after the fact. I guess I never told him anything because he never told me anything. As far as I knew, Andy hadn't messed around with another dude in the whole seven years of our relationship. It wasn't that he wasn't hot or couldn't get a hot piece of his ass, he just wasn't very good at flirting. Quiet type socially, animal in bed. I guess we're both a little nerdish in our own ways, but we're both pretty hot, too. He's an asian top boy, chinese actually, but born here in the States. Tight little hairless body the color of caramel. Perfect little five inch cock that stands straight up when it's got a tight white ass waiting for it. Tight little smooth nuts that pull up even tighter when he's about to spurt and a perfect pink rosebud of a butthole that fucking winks whenever I eat him out. Sometimes his hole clenches around my tongue like a little fist. He loves getting his ass licked out. The deeper the better. Til it's all sloppy wet with spit. Then he flips me over and fucks me raw. It's the fucking hottest thing to watch him blow his load up my twat in a mirror. Sometimes it's the only way I can get off. Watching it happen, watching my cunt open up like a mouth for his jizz, then watching his hot little cock spear my pussy again and push his load up inside me. I'd even finger myself afterward. Rubbing his load up inside my ass walls. Imagining I was one of those slut boys in Treasure Island dvds. But barebacking was only between him and me—since we’re both neg. The rules for our relationship state no bb'ing with anyone else though. Condoms or just cocksucking, and whenever we played with someone else together, it was always safe, even between Andy and me, so we wouldn't tempt anyone into fucking me raw. The thing about me is that I like to think I'm not a slut, but I just go and put myself in slutty situations. I can usually control myself and I know my limits. I only ever do what I want to do and I'm smart enough to know when it's safe and when it's unsafe. I started out sucking dick behind his back in the steamroom at the gym. It's the biggest gym in the gayest neighborhood, so there's always action going on. Even though they put big signs outside saying you can lose your membership privileges, dudes still give each other handjobs and suck each other off. Over the course of a few months, I got to the point where I'd go into the steamroom after working out, my muscles bulging a bit more, smooth chest glistening, fuckable white ass all wet, and I'd sit in the corner called the cocksucker's corner because sitting there put my head right about eye level and ten inches away from whatever guy was sitting above me. If some hot dude with a hot cock came in, I'd grab their cock, start licking the head like a lollipop, jacking their shaft, looking up at them with pouty eyes, my mouth open, tongue out, and then deep throat them as best as I could, slurping on their cocks til they spurted. A few spurted right down my throat without warning. With other dudes, I took their cum in my mouth willingly, caught up in the moment, and then spit it back out on their cocks and jacked them. If some dude I didn't like would sit there, I'd play dumb and look forward, ignoring them. Like I said, I have my limits, and I tend to like smooth dudes like Andy who were around my age, skinny, clean, you know, all the normal stuff. I never told Andy. I figured sucking cock was safe. I still went home to him and let him fuck me raw without feeling any anxiety or guilt. Then one morning at the gym, I met Denny. First, I should say, I met his cock. I'd just sat down in the cocksucker's corner, all stiff from working out, and the steam was so thick I couldn't see anyone around me. But then there it was, his fat white cock, swinging in my face with his sweaty low hanging nuts. It made me gasp like a little whore. I couldn't take my eyes off it. As the steam cleared, I could see the rest of him. A hot trail of dark hair down the middle of his chest, shaggy short brown hair, and thick, powerful legs. He looked like he was in his mid-twenties. But he was as confident as some leather daddy. He didn't take his eyes off mine the entire time. He kept turning my head up so I'd see him. One hand held my chin, pulling my jaw down, and the other guided my head up and down his eight inches. It was like he knew how much of a slut I was inside. It felt like he was reading every nasty thought in my head. He made me suck on his nuts while he beat his cock in my face, pushing his cockhead up my nostrils, making me smell his cock juice. Someone came into the steamroom and I backed off, afraid it might be gym personnel, but he wouldn't let me up, and he whispered down to me, "It's okay, babe, keep sucking." I could see from the corner of my eye, the new arrival sat down the ledge from me, five or six feet away. He was close enough that I could tell he was already playing with his cock while he watched us. I'd been in the steamroom enough times that I kinda knew who it was -- this old guy who hung out in the steamroom a lot, but never worked out in the actual gym. Big gut and back hair. No one I would ever touch. Now he jacked up a big boner watching me get face fucked by this incredibly hot, big dicked fucker above me. "Baby. Look at me. Good boy. Keep looking. Oh, fuck you like that dick, I can tell. That daddy over there can tell, too. Can't you? I'm gonna cum in your mouth in a few minutes, okay? Not yet, but soon. Look at me again. If it makes you feel any better about doing swallowing some stranger's hot cock juice... I'm Denny, baby," he said. He winked at me "Keep that throat open. Yeah. Just like that. Nice little pussy throat get reamed out in the steamroom. Look at those cocksucker lips, man," and the old man next to us answered him with a moan. Denny scooted down the edge of his seat and leaned back until his butthole was against my lips. I couldn't help myself. Without even being told, I started tonguing him inside out. "Oh you hot little pig," he moaned. "Eat my ass, baby. Yeah. I've got myself a whore here. Oh yeah, baby. Come over here, daddy." I started getting nervous and started pulling off his cock because I didn't want the old man touching me. But Denny held me by my ears. "Come tongue this bitch's ass, daddy." As much as I didn't want that old dude with cock slime on his fingers touching me, I wanted Denny's cock so bad that I didn't move. I was already turned to the side, one leg up on the ledge, my tight hole wet and ready for the old man's tongue. He fucked his tongue into me as deep as it would go. He'd probably hadn't had a young hot ass like mine in fifty years, and here he was slurping on my cunt lips. I could feel his chin hair rubbing up and down my nuts. I felt like a total slut. I wanted to stop sucking cock and leave. I was so worried that someone else would come in and god forbid even join in. The steam spurted on again and the rush of it burned my bare feet. I could hardly see Denny's face anymore up in the steam, but I knew he was still looking at me. He pulled me back onto his cock and started face fucking me hard and fast, pulling his big white cock all the way out every now and then and slapping it against my nose. The old man pushed two fingers in and out of my cunt and all I could do was ride them. "Slut," Denny called me. "Eat my load, baby. You like cum? I want you to eat my load. I'm gonna spray your throat with so much jizz you're gonna taste me all day, slut. And you know what? I'm gonna feed you my cum every day. Yeah, baby. Keep sucking. Open wider. Open your ass for daddy's fingers and tongue. Yeah. Everyday, baby. Same time. You're gonna be here waiting for my cock. Okay, slut?" I couldn't talk, but I nodded, and then my mouth was filled with his jizz. It was more than I'd ever had blasted into my mouth from one cock. It came out so hard that I could feel the thwap of each spurt against back of my throat. Even if I would've tried to spit his load out, I couldn't have moved. Both his hands pushed my head down on his cock until his hairy nuts were against my bottom lip. His load had nowhere to go but down my throat or up into my nose. I gagged and smelled his jizz up inside my nostrils. Then he egged on the old man, "Yeah, daddy shoot your load all over him. Spray down my new little whore." I felt the geezer's load spray across my ass cheeks and then drip down my ass crack and over my well-fingered hole. "I'll see you out by your locker, slut," Denny said to me before walking out of the steamroom. I hadn't shot off, but he didn't care. He wound up asking me for my phone number. When I hesitated, he put two and two together pretty astutely. "You have a boyfriend, right? Hey, I don't care. I'll only call when you tell me to. I promise. We had a good time. We should do it again. Why would I wanna risk that by being an asshole." "I don't usually give it out. I mean, if you could just call me on weekdays. He works, so..." "What's your name?" he asked. "Gus," I said. "Gus," he repeated, and then put his mouth right next to my eat and whispered, "Can you smell my cum still?" "Yeah." "You want my cock again, don't you? Then he dug a pen and a notepad out of the bookbag in his locker. "Write down your name under your number, okay, Gus? People give me their number a lot." At the time, he sounded honest enough, and so I gave him my cell phone number. I'd given my number out before, but it was rare. I guess I was a little stunned by the whole scene, that I'd swallowed his load, that he was so hot, that some old dude had tongued my hole and finger fucked me. Then before I knew it, he was gone, I didn't have his number, and he was walking away with mine. The whole day I couldn't get Denny out of my head. I didn't know if I was imagining it or not, but I could still taste his cum, even that night when my boyfriend was fucking my ass with his little chinese cock. I could tell he was close to cumming in my twat and I closed my eyes and imagined it was Denny's cock up inside my raw. I blew my load the same moment as my boyfriend, realizing that Denny's cock was probably twice as big as Andy's. To be continued...
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I was walking through the dark corridors of the bath house. Music was rocking and throbbing. There was sounds of porn playing from the monitors. I did my rounds and checked the rooms that were open. That meant that the guy was available and looking. There was one in particular that caught my eye. he was young and blond with a chain around his neck. He had his ass up meaning he wanted to bottom. As I continued to make my rounds and circle back I noticed the door was closed. He had a client. I was too late. I sat in the video room area and watched some Czech guys going at it. It really made me horny. After 10 minutes I got up and did my rounds again. Ah. The guy I saw earlier had his door open. I was in luck. He was laying there with his ass in the air as before. I popped my head in and asked if he wanted company. "Sure" was his drawn-out reply. As I dropped my towel to the corner, he saw my cock and was reaching for it. He pulled me closer to his mouth and began to suck me. I was fascinated with his cute smooth ass. I naturally grabbed his ass with my two hands and was needing them like raw dough. My finger was rubbing his moist hole. This caused him to arch up his ass. I continued working his ass and wanted to bury my face so bad into his nice two orbs and lick his hole. I scooted over onto the bed and laid under him and raised my head to start tonguing his hole. I licked and started to enter his hole when all of a sudden a steady rivulets of white glistening cum started to drip out of his hole. "Hey...you've been fuck before me, huh?" I asked him. He said simply "yes" in his drawn-out manner. "How many guys have fucked you?" I asked again. "Six." This guy was full of cum. "You like dick and cum up your ass? You want my cock in you ass, boy?" "Okay" he said. But, first I continued to rim his cum filled ass out. it was just streaming into my mouth. It never tasted so good. Perhaps because his ass was so hot it just made it taste even better digging my tongue into his hole and tasting the cum that others shot into his sweet fuck hole. I had my fill and pried him off my cock and kept him face down and worked my rigid swollen cock into his ass. It was baking hot...a real furnace in there. And it went into him with ease. "Hey bitch whore, You like taking poz cum inside your sweet hole?" "Sure - mmm" he groaned. I slid in and out of his slick shit chute and replaced the loads of cum that I sucked out of him. He was one hot fucker. I wouldn't be surprised if he was already pozzed and had many poz loads in him. Just as well. I did my duty and was out of there in 15 minutes.If he wasn't already pozzed..he soon would be after I was done with him. I cleaned up and walked past the poz boy's room and saw another sleaze ball walking in his room and shutting the door. That kid was out of control. It turns out I have seen him a few other times and had the pleasure to tap into his ass. Pretty much the same game. It's all good raw fucking suck a young guy like that. He obviously loves barebacking and he's living it up!
