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Please be gentle - I am not a native English-speaker. This is my first time posting a story. It is fiction, but very close to what I experienced myself today.... The morning meeting had been a drag, a blur of spreadsheets and forced smiles in a sterile conference room an hour from home. You were driving back, the highway a monotonous ribbon of gray, your mind already on the afternoon you'd have to spend catching up on work. Then you saw it. The green sign for the rest area. A place you knew from online forums, a spot whispered about in certain circles. The thought was a spark in the dry tinder of your boredom. It was just after noon. Guys on their lunch breaks. The chance was too good to pass up. You signaled, pulling off the highway and onto the cracked asphalt of the parking lot. You sat in your car for a moment, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. You needed courage. You pulled the small brown bottle from your pocket, unscrewed the cap, and brought it to your nostril. One deep, long hit. The chemical rush flooded your head, a warm wave washing away your anxiety and replacing it with a gnawing, confident lust. Now you were ready. You left your car and walked into the trees, your boots sinking softly into the damp ground. In a small clearing, four guys were standing around, a silent, tense circle of unspoken need. Nobody was touching, nobody was talking. It was a standoff. And then you saw him. He looked like an apprentice, maybe in a trade, with the confident, slightly bored swagger of a young man who knows he's good-looking. He had Mediterranean features—dark, slicked-back hair, deep brown eyes, and an undeniable bulge straining against his work jeans. He was the focal point, the reason for the gathering tension. You walked past them, your path bringing you within arm's reach of him. As you passed, you reached out, your hand confidently cupping his balls through his jeans, giving them a firm, knowing squeeze. He didn't flinch. He just turned his head, and your eyes met. A slow, dangerous smile spread across his lips. The invitation was accepted. Just then, an older, paunchy man, the kind who spent his lunches chasing a fantasy he could no longer catch, broke the stalemate. He gave a pleading look to the group and then scurried into a smaller, adjacent clearing. The apprentice followed him, his walk a confident stalk. The older guy didn't waste a second. He dropped his pants, exposing his pale, flaccid ass, and bent over, bracing himself against a tree. "Fuck me," he whimpered. "Please." The apprentice unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. It was exactly as you'd imagined: thick, hard, and cut, the head a perfect, angry-looking dome, framed by a thick, neatly trimmed patch of dark pubic hair. There was no condom in sight, no mention of one. I would have offered one, but I was not planning for a lunch fuck and did not even bring one. He spat on his hand, lubed himself, and pressed it against the man's hole. He pushed, but the older guy cried out, his body tensing up. "It's too big! You're too big!" he whined. The apprentice grunted in frustration, shoving him aside. "Useless," he muttered, his cock still jutting out, hard and unsatisfied. You saw your chance. While he was dealing with the failed bottom, you stepped up to the older man, who was now looking lost and rejected. You knelt down and took his limp cock in your mouth, trying to coax some life into it. It was a distraction, a means to an end. The apprentice watched you for a moment, a smirk playing on his lips. He saw the older man's failure, and he saw your willingness. You were usually a bottom, but the energy in the air, the raw, primal need, made you feel bold. You stood up, your own cock now hard and demanding. "Let me try," you said, nodding towards the older man's ass. He shrugged, a gesture of permission. You stepped behind the older guy. Your cock was different. It was pierced with a heavy, 10mm tribal dream ring, a piece of metal that always got a reaction. You pressed the cool metal of your PA against his hole. It slipped in easily, a smooth, foreign object. But the moment the ring was inside, the older guy's ass clamped down like a vise. You couldn't get your swollen cock head in to follow. He was too tight, too panicked by the unfamiliar sensation. Frustrated, you pulled back. You looked at the apprentice, his magnificent cock still hard and glistening. "Want to fuck me instead?" you asked, your voice low and direct. His smile returned, wider this time. "Yeah," he said, his voice a low growl. You didn't need to be told twice. You turned around right there in the open space, not bothering with a tree for support. You let your pants fall to your ankles. The cold air hit your exposed skin, making you shiver. You pulled your Poppers back out and took another deep hit, the world dissolving into a warm, pulsing haze. Before you could even cap the bottle, you felt him behind you. He didn't wait. He didn't prep. He just grabbed your hips, his grip like iron, steadying you as he slammed his raw, thick cock into you in one brutal, satisfying stroke. The burn was immediate, but the Poppers turned it into pleasure. He started fucking you with an aggressive, short-stroked rhythm, a man on a mission. There was no finesse, only force. Each thrust drove the air from your lungs, your PA swinging wildly with the impact. You were just a hole for him to use, and the thought of it made you dizzy with lust. It wasn't a prolonged fuck; it was a lightning strike. He was clearly just looking for a quick release. After maybe twenty, thirty seconds of relentless pounding, his grip on your hips tightened painfully. "I'm cumming," he grunted, the words strained and urgent. "Shoot it all inside me!" you gasped, pushing back against him, wanting to absorb every drop. "Give me everything!" He let out a deep, guttural groan, and you felt it—the hot, powerful, pulsing warmth as he emptied himself inside you. He held himself deep, his body shuddering as he drained himself into your guts. He stayed there for a moment, his chest heaving against your back, then pulled out as abruptly as he'd entered. A sudden coldness hit your exposed, wet hole. You both quickly rearranged your clothes, the silence of the woods pressing in around you. You turned to face him. He was already zipping up his jeans, his face unreadable. He looked you straight in the eye. "You are healthy???" he asked, his voice casual, but the three question marks hung in the air, turning it into an accusation, a challenge. "Yes," you answered. It wasn't a lie. It was the truth. You were healthy. For now. He watched your face as you said it, a flicker of something in his dark eyes. Was it satisfaction? Triumph? Or was it just the simple relief of a guy who'd gotten what he wanted and was now covering his own bases? He gave a slow, knowing smile. "Good," he said. He didn't offer any information about himself. He didn't say "I'm clean too." He just nodded, as if you had passed a test, and then turned and walked away, disappearing back towards the parking lot without a backward glance. You stood there for a moment, your body trembling, his cum already starting to leak out of you and down your thigh. The drive back to work was a blur. The encounter played on a loop in your mind: the confidence in his eyes, the brutal force of his fucking, the heat of his load, and that one, pointed question. And a new, terrifying thought kept surfacing: Did those thirty seconds change my life? Now you're back home, the day finally over. You're lying naked on your bed, your hand stroking your hard cock. The memory is so vivid, so powerful. But it's the question that's consuming you. You are healthy??? Why the emphasis? He was so dominant, so unconcerned with anything but his own pleasure. Why did that one thing matter so much? And then a new, terrifying thought takes root, blossoming in your mind, dark and beautiful. What if he gets off on this? What if the question wasn't about safety; it was about eligibility. He wasn't asking if you were a safe place to fuck. He was asking if you were a worthy target. He wanted to know if you were negative, if your "yes" meant anything. Maybe he's a collector. Maybe he gets a thrill from pozzing neg guys, from turning another man, from adding another notch to his belt. Your honest answer, your "Yes," wasn't a reassurance for him. It was the green light. It was confirmation that you were a prize worth claiming. But then the other possibility, the logical one, pushes back. Maybe he was just a regular guy, a player who loved to fuck raw but was terrified of the consequences. Maybe he asked because he genuinely needed to know for his own peace of mind, a hypocritical but human act of self-preservation. Maybe his smile was just the cocky smirk of a young man who'd gotten away with exactly what he wanted. You can see it now so clearly. He wasn't just fucking you. He was converting you. Every powerful thrust was a hammer blow, forging a new reality. The heat of his load wasn't just cum; it was an inoculation. A gift. A curse. You were just another victim, another story he could tell himself. You moan, stroking your cock faster. The thought is so repulsive, so dangerous, and so unbelievably hot. You reach back and press two fingers into your still-slick hole. You pull them out, coated in his essence. You bring them to your lips, and this time, you don't just taste. You lick. You suck them clean, imagining the millions of potential viruses swarming in your mouth, in your blood. You're so close. You're right on the edge. You close your eyes and you can feel him inside you again, but now it's different. It's not just a memory. It's a transformation. Was that just an anonymous fuck on a Tuesday afternoon? Or was it the moment you were chosen? The moment you were changed? You'll never know for sure. You'll never see him again. You'll have to live with the uncertainty, with the three-month wait, with the gnawing, exhilarating possibility. And as your own cum explodes across your chest, hot and thick, you realize that this uncertainty is the ultimate prize. He didn't just fuck your ass—he fucked your brain. He gave you a gift that will last forever: the endless, thrilling question of what he really left behind.

You are amazing. I’d willingly be your bottom any time.

Bottom reminds me of Prince Harry

Another good one Scout!

Any color cock is cool with me, just know how to use it, and be highly Toxic!!

Lmao

So last night he texted me if I could come over over his friend wants to fuck me again and their partying. So I got there as fast as I can. He let me in and in notime i was bent over the arm of the couch and both fucked me for a while.. two great loads

Perfect fit

Yes I do find it hot thinking its over then the surprise of more.. Just sometimes when I dont expect anything it happens.

They control the Supreme Court, but thankfully dont yet totally control the federal courts below that. That has been our saving grace.

I actually DID meet one here in Seattle a few years back for fisting. He came to me, we made a video, and that was that. I don't know if he's still on BZ or even in Seattle.

I can't say no to a topman who is on a mission to breed....I like it when he says, your gonna take my dick and load bro and like it....

Here is a new version of Part 8. I realized that I did a shit job of proofreading the first version last night. I blame the wine. *** Freshman Project: Jason (Part 8, revised) After Blake had recovered from his orgasm, he picked Jason up and set him on the couch. “Stay right here, I’m going to get us more water,” he said. Jason had a goofy grin on his face as he watched Blake, his cock still hanging out the front of his spandex shorts, go grab two water bottles from over by the DJ both. The DJ leaned over and said something to Blake and looked back at Jason. Blake shook his head as he replied and then carried the bottles back to the couch, sitting down next to Jason. He opened one of the bottles then handed it to Jason, “Drink up.” Jason drank some water as he watched Blake dig into his hip pouch and pull out the small bag that had the ecstasy boosters. Blake popped one into his mouth then took a gulp from his bottle of water to wash it down. He held out the other tab to Jason, “Here, take this, it will help keep these feelings going until its time for us to head home.” “Yes, Sir,” said Jason. He grabbed the tablet and quickly swallowed it down with a gulp of water. Jason was still horny and turned on after the intense fuck that took his virginity as he was still rolling and the horny house music was pounding through his body. He looked into Blake’s lap and saw the cock that had taken his virginity and injected the first toxic load into his ass. He slid off the couch and positioned himself between Blake’s thighs, then looked up at his Master, his eyes full of need. “Please Sir, may I suck your cock?” Blake looked down at the cute young twink sitting between his knees. Just a few weeks ago he had been a repressed little recovering jesus freak and now he was his drugged up sex slave. Blake nodded then grabbed the back of the boy’s head, feeling his sweaty hair in his palm as he pulled the boy to his cock. Jason immediately buried his face into Jason’s crotch and started licking his lube and cum covered cock. He was rolling and didn’t care that the dick he was licking and nuzzling had just been in his ass. When he first left home for college he would have pretended to be disgusted at that fact, but now his inner pig had been released and he loved the fact he was tasting the his ass and Blake’s cum. He lost track of time as he licked and suck on Blake’s semi-hard cock. He was in his own little world that was only broken when he felt a finger start to rub up and down his ass crack. His awareness returned to him and realized there was someone kneeling on the ground next to him. “Welcome to the family brother, is it okay if I eat your ass and taste our Master’s cum?” said a voice next to him he could barely hear over the music. Jason pulled his mouth of Blake’s cock and turned to see Aiden’s face just a couple inches away from his own. A quick wave of regret passed through the freshly deflowered twink as he remembered how much he had hated the flamboyant fag when he first saw him. Over the last few weeks he realized the reason he hated Aiden was that he was envious of the obvious slut and jealous of how comfortable the boy was with everyone know he was a sex object for men to use. The MDMA was hitting him from the booster and all his past hatred, jealously, and envy was washed away with feelings of love. Aiden wasn’t someone to hate or fear, he was his brother in his newfound religion, they both had been baptized by their priest of lust with his toxic seed. He didn’t answer in words but leaned over and kissed Aiden. Their lips both parted and their tongues communicated their mutual lust to taste the traces of Blake’s cum that lingered in Jason’s mouth. “Good boys,” said Blake as he stroked both twinks’ heads as they made out with each other on the floor in front of him. Eventually the two teens broke their french kiss and Jason returned to sucking his cock as Aiden moved behind Jason and helped the boy onto all fours so the nineteen year old could get his tongue into the eighteen year old’s ass. Aiden alternated between tonguing the newest member of the family’s puffy hole and roughly sticking his finger into the boy’s ass, doing his best to scratch up the boy’s rectal walls to help Blake’s potent semen gain access to Jason’s bloodstream. At first Jason would give a little yelp and pull away, but eventually it dawned on the drugged up boy what Aiden was doing and why, so he stopped pulling away and pressed his ass back against Aiden’s finger whenever it entered him. Eventually he felt Aiden’s head banging against his butt as the finger and tongue disappeared. He took a moment to give his jaw a break and pulled off of Blake’s cock which had regained its full erect glory. He looked back to see what was happening. Aiden was on all fours behind him, his head pressed against Jason’s ass as the DJ was squatting behind Aiden, his hands around Aiden’s hips as he drove his cock in and out of Aiden’s ass. “Get up and sit on my cock,” commanded Blake as he gently hooked his hands under Jason’s armpits and pulled him up off the floor. Jason went to sit down facing Blake but the jock turned him around and had him sit with his back against his chest. “I want everyone to see you as you ride me and I want you to see everyone watching us,” said Blake his he lowered the boy down onto his erect nine and half inch cock. Jason, with Blake’s help, bounced up and down on his Master’s cock as he fondled his own still soft cock. The feeling of Blake’s hands on him along with his own hand on his limp dick, combined with the thick cock in ass was a sensory overload. He was feeling everything and nothing at the same time. He did as Blake asked and tried to focus on the crowd around them. The number of people in the loft had doubled since they first came up there. Most were busy having sex in their own little worlds, but some where looking his way, including Aiden who was right in front of him getting pounded doggy style by the DJ who had obviously put a prerecorded set of tracks on so he could enjoy the fun. Jason smiled at all the people watching him get fucked for the second time that night. The DJ was a probably a mid-twenties black guy with dreds. He was staring at Jason has he pounded Aiden with a dick from what brief glimpses Jason saw was probably just a little smaller than Blake’s. He felt’s Blake’s breath on his neck as the jock leaned forward, “Raymond asked if he could fuck you while I was getting us waters. I told him no and that he would have to make due with Aiden tonight. I love seeing my boys get fucked by other men, but I don’t want you getting fucked by anyone else until I make sure you’re pregnant with my sons coursing through your veins. You understand?” Blake emphasized the part by giving a particularly hard thrust up into Jason’s ass. Jason leaned back and let all his weight rest against Blake’s chest as he fucked up into him. Blake moved his hands from the boy’s hips and ran them over his sweaty stomach and chest. “Yes Sir, I am yours to command,” he said melted into his Master. “Now and forever,” said Blake into his ear. Raymond started grunting loudly as he unloaded into Aiden’s ass then pulled out, stood up, and returned to his turntables. Aiden crawled up and squeezed onto the couch next to Blake. The two kissed for a minute as Blake continued to bounce Jason on his lap. When they broke their kiss, Blake told Aiden, “Break’s over, time to get back to work.” “Yes Sir,” said Aiden as he got up off the couch, rearranged his clothes so we was presentable and started circulating through the crowd. Jason was too far gone to pay attention to anything other than the music and Blake’s cock in his ass so he didn’t realize that Aiden was quickly quite popular and many pills and small baggies exited his fanny pack to be replaced by wads of bills. Sometime later, Jason found himself on the dance floor with Blake holding his hips as they danced to the music. Jason was still completely naked and Blake’s cock was still hanging out of his shorts. He was definitely starting to feel like the high from the ecstasy was wearing off. He was starting to feel tired but not sleepy. He leaned into Blake. The older boy recognized that Jason was starting to come down. Without saying anything he led the boy off the dance floor and back to the coat check. Without saying much they got their street clothes back on and Blake packed up everything else into his backpack. They held hands as they headed to the waterfront and walked along it. They saw the Bay Bridge all lit up in lights and by the time the sun started to light up the eastern sky they made their way back to the train station and caught the first train of the morning south. They arrived back at Blake’s apartment a little after seven on Sunday. They had a quick rinse in the shower then lay in Blake’s bed smoking bowl after bowl of weed until they fell asleep cuddling together listing to mellow music.

That’s exactly what I’m talking about.

I'd been hooking up with a lawyer guy (was strictly a top - he loved getting barebacked in his pool). Had a minor legal issue. I called him to find out how to hire someone to represent me. He offered to do it. I was surprised as he's pretty high-powered. Asked what his fee was he said he'd do it for free, but that he "wanted my ass." I became his willing bareback bottom boy for a year. We fucked in and out of his house, in his office, and one time i was the middle guy fucking his twink boyfriend while he fucked me. Legal issue was dealt with, and I felt like such a fucking prostitute.

As a bottom, you are there to ensure the pleasure of the Topman. If calling you a faggot, spitting, slapping increases his pleasure and the power of his orgasm, you bite the pillow and stfu and when he’s done you say a respectful Thank you.

BttmsluTinoside at NKP

Hey guys. I just made an account per someone’s recommendation. It won’t even let me upload a picture 😭 but I wanted to be in the company of other pigs like myself who didn’t judge for our kinks 🙂 anyone out there?

Gotta be honest, probably Rob Lowe. I remember seeing him in briefs in About Last Night and his ass in Youngblood and it stirred urges. I was coming of age in the 80s, I remember the infamous sex tape and how annoyed I was you couldnt' really see anything.

I love it. I need it. Also just made my account and could use some help lol