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**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Certain assumptions in this story about any person are simply fantasy and fiction. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** --PART 2-- “Hey, Wolfgang,” Mikey says as he saunters out of the shower, naked, with his fat cock dangling down. “Or should I say ‘William’”? Wolfgang whips around from washing dishes and turns to see Mikey holding his PrEP bottle. A look of horror crosses over his face. “Seems like you’re shooting blanks, there, Willie,” Mikey closes in on the stunned man, reaches him and grabs his cock in his hand. “Yeah, you threw a good fuck into us both with this fat hog, and I appreciate that,” he starts, “but you’re not even POZ and what’s worse is you’re on fucking PrEP to stay negative!” “You misrepresented yourself,” I tell William/Wolfgang. “Don’t sugarcoat it for him, Chris,” Mikey says to me “he fuckin’ lied about being POZ/toxic, about being able to poz us. “But I like you, William,’ Mikey continues, stating his real name with a measured but clear amount of contempt. ‘I think you can help us out, here, Wiilliam. You not being POZ seems like something the guys at Nachladen might want to know about, huh William?” William looked beseechingly at us and said “Please, don’t say anything to them, boys…Yeah, I lied…I’m a chaser just like you and I want to stop taking those pills – I got scared a couple of months back and I went back on PrEP, but I was overthinking it and I know I want to stop and poz up. He takes the pill bottle from Mikey and empties them out into the trash, pouring water over them to dissolve them. “That’s the last of them.” “I reside in Berlin 2 weeks every month. All my tats, and what we did earlier is my fantasy of how I hope one day soon to poz up young guys looking for HIV. I’m not AIDS-wasted, I’ve just always been this skinny and vascular. I’m sorry, guys, what can I do to make it right?” “You can get us into, or tell us how to get into Nachladen, “Wolfgang,” and we won’t say a word about it to anyone. Unless you want Carsten to know….” God, how I loved Mikey, he had some balls, I thought to myself, wishing they were full of hot deathjizz. “No, please never tell Carsten…anything but that,” he pleaded. “There’s one more thing you can do for us, William,” Mikey continued “you can get your ass back in the bedroom and take our cocks.” With that, Wolfgang/William puts himself face-down on the mattress and Mikey, lubing up his fat hog with Energie-Lube, heads straight for William’s hole, his engorged cock pushing through any resistance and he plants himself balls-deep up the imposter’s ass for a brutal fucking that I know only Mikey can deliver. Seeing my boyfriend pound out William like this, and imagining it was a hot poz cock about to spew HIV, got me horned up again and I motioned for Mikey to flip the guy over so we can double-fuck his hole. Mikey and I kind of specialize in double-fucking a manhole, as we can perfectly alternate our strokes and our cocks just go together, except of course for the missing element of being POZ. Soon we have our rhythm going and it just feels too fucking good and each of us blow another load into the William’s fuckchute. As Mikey is pounding out the last few drops of sadly-negative seed, he adds another condition to the bargain: “And we want two free cases of Energie-Lube sent to our home. That, and you get us into Nachladen and we’re all good, ‘Wolfgang’” Wolfgang/William is bronco-busting on our still-hard dicks up his cunt and his 10-inch geyser spurts a huge load of cum into the air. The dude writhes off us and we all collapse in a sweaty, cummy heap. “I like you, Wolfgang, you throw a mean fuck,” Mikey tells him, “but don’t go back on our deal…or else Carsten will find out you’re shooting blanks.” And with that direct threat to William/Wolfgang, Mikey had our plan to get into Nachladen…William was both a (supposedly tox-poz) member and a vendor for the party. As we talked, he told us how he falsifies his lab work with AI so he can get into Nachladen’s front door and past Carsten. But when he delivers his supplies, he enters in the back of the club with a passcode at the locked back door – that was our ticket in. --1 WEEK LATER-- The night of the party, we’re in the back of a taxi headed to Nachladen. When we tell the driver where we’re going, he just smiles and says “Yes, I’ve heard of it. He hands us a card with his number on it; Klaus. “I’ve been trying to qualify for membership at Nachladen for some time now. Maybe sometime you boys can help a chaser out?” AT THE BLUE DOOR Saying to Klaus we wanted to walk the rest of the way, he dropped us off about 1km away, so under the cloudy night sky, we scampered over the fence and through the field toward the back of the building. A single dim floodlight did little to illuminate the door, but Wolfgang’s directions were good and soon enough we were at the door, Mikey holding the slip of paper with the passcode, his shaky finger nervously poised to enter the combination. “Is this real, Chris, can this be the night we join the HIV brotherhood?” He is trembling a bit with anticipation. In the dim light, he struggled to read the paper and press the darkened number keys on the entry lock. “6, 2, 9, 0, 7,” he recited as he pressed each key. Nothing happened except for a short buzzing noise. That wasn’t it. Scanning the paper against the dimness, he corrected himself “6,2, 9, 6, 7,” that’s it.” Still nothing but the buzz. “Give it to me, Mikey, you know your eyes are bad without your glasses,” I said snatching the paper. “I’m surprised you don’t have this memorized.” “Here we go,” I said, “this will be it: “6,2,8,6,7,” I recited. BINGO. The keypad flashed green and beeped affirmatively three times. A lock inside the door opened with a click. I pulled the handle and the louder techno music flooded out and we both recoiled back a bit at the aural intrusion. “C’mon, Mikey,” I urged to him, “let’s go,” and we stepped inside the dark hallway beyond the door. Red exit lighting was about all the light we had, as we left our phones at the hotel. Phones weren’t allowed and as Clay told us, if Carsten or any of his fearsome guards spotted a phone, you’d get thrown out and blackballed from future parties. The hallway was shrouded in heavy black curtains on both sides and according to Wolfgang’s instructions, we had to walk about 100 feet to the back of the stage, where sometimes live sex shows would take place. It was straight down this hall 100 feet, then another door on the left and we could slip into the main hall from behind the stage where we’d be subsumed by the throng of naked AIDS fuckers. We hurried down the hallway and approached the door, ready to go into the hall, and stripping off our clothes along the way, throwing them in a pile behind the curtain. But suddenly, from another door emerged seven or eight naked men, all with biotats and all with leather bio-haz harnesses and fat metal rings around engorged cocks, most of them with thick PAs glistening in the bare light. They’re followed by another hot naked guy holding a video camera. “C’mon guys, lets get this show started!” one of them called out and they opened the door and proceeded through to the stage area. Apparently, a live fuck show was about to begin – the music got turned way down as a voice from above introduced the hot fuckers. Too afraid to pay attention to the announcement, Mikey and I ducked behind a curtain as they passed, and pretty soon we heard shouts and whooping from the main hall. As we crept to the door to open it a crack, we saw the filthy AIDS-fuckers already pawing at each other, fucking and sucking and eating hole in a variety of positions while images from the guy’s video camera were projected on the split-screens above them gave the assembled throng a birds-eye view of what was happening. We figured now was the time, as the performers were distracted by the swirling mass of poz-toxic bodies as they formed and reformed in new configurations. As we stepped through, determined to stay to the left to avoid being noticed, a veiny arm grabbed me and threw me into the scrum of writhing sex gods assembled on the fuckfloor. Someone else grabbed Mikey and soon our mouths were roughly pulled opened to accommodate fat, pierced toxic cocks and we could both feel tongues and fingers on our neg holes. “These boys want to join the show, brothers, and they look like new meat to me!” one of them shouted to his mates over the din. Breaking free for a second of the hard, already precumming cock in my mouth, I looked up at the guy and to my amazement, it was poz porn god Tony Bishop, and with a devilish grin, he was now flipping me around, pointing my ass at his fat toxic tattooed cock. “Let’s recharge these boys, brothers,” and with that Tony dove his poz weapon deep up my pussy, never once stopping to let me acclimate or get reasonably comfortable to take his pozfuck. But fuck that, I was being pozfucked by none other than Tony Bishop! I soon relaxed and accepted the hard, deep pounding Tony was throwing down on my mancunt and my mind was swirling to think I might receive the beautiful gift of prime porn-star POZ viral, unmedicated seed. I looked over for my boyfriend Mikey and he’s getting similarly pounded out by a super tall, bald, visibly wasted guy with what looks like 10 inches of positivity thrusting in and out of Mikey’s neg cunt. I began to realize that Mikey is getting poz pipe from the infamous doorman Carsten! The other guys in the swirling mass start switching off and Tony dismounts off me, only for my ass to be replaced by the rest of the AIDS-poles in rapid succession…now they’ve got Mikey and me on a rotation, with one diseased fucker going after the other on our holes, and I’m desperately hoping they’ll bring us into the brotherhood. Soon enough, the videographer joins in the fun, mounting me from behind with a thick poz cock and at the same time projecting the image onto the screens above. Soon, it’s Carsten’s turn in my ass and Clay was right, the man does not disappoint, for he is pile-driving deep into my cunt as the images are flashed on the screen above us. Tony, meanwhile has his tatted bio-weapon deep up my BFF Mikey. I struggle to see their actions on the split-screen but soon I see from behind as Tony’s heavy AIDS-filled balls tighten up and the pounding gets slower and deeper into Mikey’s cunt. Finally, he pulses what appears to be 10 shots of HIV into my best friend and soulmate, loudly grunting while he’s inseminating. The men in the sex scrum shouting “Recharge him!” and some other stuff in a mix of English/German/Spanish and some other languages I can’t quite get. At last Tony withdraws his poz pistol from Mikey’s gaping pussy, little dribbles of the gift coating the perfect O Mikey’s hole makes whenever he’s been fucked good and hard. Carsten moves on from my hole and re-plants himself inside Mikey, pausing only to lap up some of Tony’s venom from the hole. Tony, being the famous poz predator he is, wastes no time and goes back up inside me, grunting and hollering with all the men while Carsten unloads his poison into Mikey, the crowd watching erupts in applause and men all over the main hall resume their bacchanal of HIV fucking and seeding, shouting “Recharge” in their various languages whenever one erupts inside their brother’s hole. And while Tony continues drilling his toxic cock deep inside my hole, my mouth gets a rotation of fat HIV-laden cocks one after the other roughly face-fucking me. Tony is bucking and thrashing on top of me, pinning me down against the sweaty and cummy rubber of the black floormat, and with a growl, unleashes another unmedicated load, which feels like 12 or so shots of infectious HIV deep in my guts. He whispers in my ear “Get used to it, kid, we’ve only just started violating your hole.” The mass of men re-forms and without allowing us any recovery time, proceed to fuck and breed Mikey and me further. These fuckers’ cocks never go down and always shoot copious loads of the beautiful, bonding viral gift of pure HIV seed just needing a receptive vessel to bloom and proliferate. The videographer re-mounts my ass and drives his diseased load deep into me, all the while displaying the images up on the screen. He pulls his enormous cock out of me and my hole is truly gaped now with a steady drizzle of infected seed oozing out. But it’s soon filled by another of the sex show guys and every drop is driven back inside me. Maybe there is something to Wolfgang’s claims about Energie-lube, I think to myself as I’m passed yet again between hard-driving poz tops and fucked and bred again and again. Between Mikey and me, these 8 studs have bred us a cumulative 20+ times. The show reaches it’s end and the screens flash away from the stage and begin again with poz porn from all over the world. Mikey and I are truly wiped out but ecstatic at what has happened. We stagger over to the small bar area for some water, and we run right into Wolfgang/William. “Hey, didn’t I tell you this place was incredible!” he says hugging us both and reaching around to our holes to bring some residual seed to his lips. ‘I didn’t know there’d be a sex show tonight, boys, but damn was that hot watching Tony Bishop make you his sons. And then that angry fucker Carsten and all the other guys. I bet you guys have both just been pozzed!” “I didn’t think we’d get as many loads as we have so far,” I marveled to Wolfgang/William. “Oh yeah, these guys can almost *smell* new meat at this club,“ William added “Of course, they think you’re both POZ and detectable, so be sure to play along and shout ‘Recharge” whenever you breed a hole here.” With that, Wolfgang/William rejoins the dancing/fucking/sucking throng, immediately getting bent over and pozfucked at by various dudes. The video guy approaches us and says we can get a copy of what he recorded if we want as he hands us his card: His name is Todd and we cannot wait to replay this incredible sex show for Clay and Uncle Randy back home. Mikey and I, now with some water and a quick convo with Todd to exchange contact info, head out onto the main floor and we make plans to meet back at the bar in 2 hours, but in the meantime, get as many more poz-tox loads as possible. My head is reeling with the possibility that this was the day of our pozzing and we made it happen here at the infamous Nachladen party. I love Mikey more than ever for being the devious twinky little fucker that he is and conniving a way to get us in here. Way more than 2 hours go by in a total blur as men, of all ages, body types and stages of HIV infection use my hole to impregnate me with deathseed. As I’m getting invaded from behind, guys are just backing up onto my rockhard member at will, in a frenzy of sex and fucking and continuous breeding. At one point, I’m in the middle of a fuck-train of about 10 guys, which keeps reforming as someone drops a load. Then, as the time to meet Mikey fast-approaches, the crowd parts and there he is again: POZ god Tony Bishop, who comes up to me as I am straddled across a fuckbench. Saying nothing, he mounts up inside my blown-out mancunt and drops another venomous batch of his AIDS-brew straight from his balls and through his tattooed cock into my hole. “How’d you get past Carsten?” he whispers in my ear, depositing the last of his toxic jizz in my cunt and revealing that he knows somehow I’m not yet POZ. “No worries, you’ll definitely be eligible once we’re all done with you.” “Recharge!” he shouts again to the assembled onlookers, who, as Tony moves away, jockey to begin yet another assault on my hole. I’m fucked and seeded about 30 more times, but honestly, at this point, it could be 100 more times for all I know, I’m barely aware anymore, but just know I’m being pozzed tonight and I’m gonna think always of my new pozfather Tony. I know it could have been a strain from any of these sick fuckers, but Tony was the first load I took tonight at Nachladen, so he’ll be the one in my book to have brought me and Mikey straight into the beautiful POZ brotherhood! It's past 7:00am when we stumble out of the club, after finding our clothes again and there’s a line of taxis outside in the bright sun. We see Klaus’s taxi and wave to him. He takes us back to our hotel and we make plans to meet up next time we’re in Berlin. 1 MONTH LATER – WEST HOLLYWOOD I’m relaying the events of Nachladen to my poz inspiration, the great Randy, a founding member of “The Ten,” and uncle and pozzer of his nephew Clay, our good buddy, who is off getting a new tattoo. I’m playing clips from the video Todd sent us on my phone for Uncle Randy to watch. We also made plans to go to the next Nachladen, but before we do, we’ll visit taxi driver Klaus and help a brother out. “I’m proud of you and Mikey, son,” Uncle Randy tells me. “What an evening! Here, let me look at your home test again,” he asks me, right in the same WeHo coffee shop where he in his day pozzed the whole staff. He holds the test up to the light and smiles broadly as he sees the 2 red lines, bright as day. Just then, Mikey arrives and shows us his paperwork from Dr. Matthew’s office: He’s high VL, or as the doctor’s hot gifter nurse Keith put it “toxic as fuck”—which he and Keith then did, right on the examination table. Uncle Randy displays the two home tests and the paper as well for the coffee shop customers, who all break out in applause. Guys start coming up to us with congratulations and to air-drop their contact info. Clearly, we’re gonna be busy pozzing up and/or recharging scores of dudes. Achievement unlocked! We exit, horned up beyond belief and needing relief. At this moment Clay walks up to us, fresh from the tattoo parlor and pulls up his T-shirt to reveal his first dark X branded across his torso. He deeply kisses his pozfather Uncle Randy, and says to us all: “Let’s go pozfuck.” THE END

I got picked up cruising by this hot trans chick who spoke no English... She fucked me in some little league dugout late one night! Was hot AF!

[think before following links] https://thisvid.com/playlist/224153/video/sex-slave-of-hot-young-chinese-master/ He carry him like a baby

here's one LOVELY point of view that Kirk espoused He also lashed out at the gay community, denouncing what he called the “LGBTQ agenda,” expressing opposition to same-sex marriage and suggesting that the Bible verse Leviticus 20:13, which endorses the execution of homosexuals, serves as “God’s perfect law when it comes to sexual matters.”....just in case you were unaware, Leviticus 20:13 states 3 “‘If a man has sexual relations with a man as one does with a woman, both of them have done what is detestable. They are to be put to death; their blood will be on their own heads.. So in other words, Kirk was asking for you, personally, to be put to death because you are gay...never mind that there were laws against eating shellfish, or using cotton and poly blend clothes. I am not mourning his death.

Part 2: I knew these people were out there. I heard about some of the sleazier hookup sites from titles in breeding videos. A4A bottom with tight ass milks daddy top. Anon Sniffies top breeds me deep. Trick from BBRT takes load. There wasn't much for me on there, right? But I couldn't stay away, and one afternoon, the call got to be too strong. I opened up Safari (private browsing, of course), typed in BBRT, and started to sign up. I felt my cock starting to get harder as I began filling out the fields. Username: thicktopguy7 (the 7 was a bit of rounding up, but this was a hookup app). I entered my location, and began filling out the other fields. 27, 5'10, 170, average body hair. Cock? Large/ Cut. Race? White. Status: Negative. Smoker? No. Position? Top. Give Loads Oral: Yes. Take Loads Oral: Yes. Give Loads Anal: Ask Me. I was just here to look around. Take Loads Anal: No. Looking for HIV status? Negative Only. Then it was time to write my profile text, and I felt my heart beat faster. Maybe it's best to keep it brief. Headline: Thick cocked top, looking to explore. Profile text: Horny guy new to BBRT and new to this. Looking around for now. Upload photos? Fuck no. Then it was to the main screen, and a new world was suddenly visible. My mouth felt dry, and my cock throbbed. The profile names alone started to set me off, and reading the lists of intos made it worse. There seemed to be bottoms everywhere, looking for now, ready to get fucked til they were dripping. The grainy photo quality both pissed me off and made it hotter. It felt sleazy and secret, like this was a website that should have been shut down years ago. There were some fucking hot guys here: smooth sub bottoms with pretty holes that begged to be stuffed full of cock. Not many face pics, which made sense – who'd want to be seen here? And then there were the top profiles. Even though I topped, I could appreciate a good cock. And there were some big, gorgeous cocks on there. Why were all these barebackers so hung? I found myself getting even harder reading the tops' profiles. Daddy breeder looking for NSA. Discreet Latino needs head. Fuck it, I need to jerk off. I opened a new window, and went right for a favorite in my bookmarks of a guy fucking an anon bottom, ass up. He savors every stroke in this hole, starting off quiet until he can't hold back, and starts growling and grunting as he gets closer and closer to filling him up. I let it play and went back to browsing BBRT, idly stroking my cock through my underwear every now and then. I started looking through more of the profiles, and one caught my eye. BreederSeederTop. Online now. 42, large uncut cock. Top. The small photo made it hard to see the fine details of what he looked like, but I could make out a muscular chest with a good coating of fuzzy hair, stubble on his chin, a wolfish grin, and the base of a thick cock. Fuck. His profile made me throb. "Never pull out. Raw is law. Into a lot, as long as my load ends up in your hole. A breeding you won't forget. Bi, straight, gay, discreet, married, whatever, just bend over. Public, groups, anon are a plus." My eyes flicked down the page: Give Loads Oral: Yes. Take Loads Oral: Yes. Give Loads Anal: Yes. Take Loads Anal: No. Your Status: No Preference. My status: Ask Me. I looked back up at the rest of his profile. "Huge loads. The only good condom is a broken one." Fuck. I started writing him a message. “Hey. Fucking hot profile. 27 year old top guy, new to BBRT, how's it going? Sorry I don't have any pics, I'm a bit shy haha. Never been on a site like this before :p” I hit send and then closed the window. Too much, too fast. But I opened another window a minute later, and checked to see if he'd viewed my profile. He had. My heart quickened, and then I saw the new message alert. I clicked. “Hey, thanks. Not much. I've got a big load saved up and nowhere to put it yet. What are you up to shy boy? Got any pictures?” I hadn't expected to hear back from him. What now? My instinct to delete the message was strong, but my cock twitched again, and I started writing back. “I'm just setting up my profile and looking around. No pictures right away, sorry. I know that's kind of lame, but I don't want anyone to I know to see me here. I don't fuck bareback. Unfortunately, I'm a good boy haha” A few long minutes of waiting, and then another notification. “OK, good boy, that's fine for now. But why are you on a BB site if you don't fuck raw? And messaging tops? It's how we were made to fuck. If I don't breed every day or two, I start to go insane. There's no better feeling than unloading deep into a tight ass, lubed with spit and precum.” I wrote back. “Fuck, I bet dude 😜 It's hard to explain but I saw some bareback porn a while ago and it really got in my head, man. I can't stop thinking about it haha. Trust me, I've always wanted to fuck raw, but the craving keeps getting worse and worse. Honestly, I was horny and jerking off today and just decided to look around here, but that's all I'm really doing. You're hot as fuck though lol” Sent. I waited a few minutes, saw he'd opened the message and waited for a reply. “I get it, boy. I used condoms when I was a younger top, but those natural urges are strong. I listen to mine. I've bred every bottom I've fucked for a decade now, and I'm never going back to being good. Being bad is better. What turns you on about it? What was the video?” Boy? That's what I called bottoms. But at the same time, it didn't feel bad. It felt kinda good. I let it go for now. “Haha, it's hard to describe, but it just feels right.” I stopped typing. How much do I let on? Fuck it. “The video? It's a bit twisted, but... it was a guy topping a bottom, doggy style, with a condom, and he cut the tip off and came inside him. I'm sure it was fake, but it made me cum so fucking hard man.” Another few minutes of waiting. I could feel myself clenching my jaw. Another new message. “Good boys like you shouldn't be into stealthing. Although maybe you're not a good boy after all? I wonder if the video was one of mine 😈” Fuck. “Fuck dude. You've done it before? What was it like?” I looked at his profile while I waited a few more minutes. My status: Ask me. New message. “Fuck yeah. How do you think I've bred so many asses? My load always ends up inside, one way or another. I don't usually record it, but I have a few videos in my private collection. I could show you at my place sometime. When are you free?” This was too much. I rubbed my cock a few times through my underwear, and felt myself about to cum. I got my cock out just in time and gasped as I began to shoot. Fuck. I painted my chest, six or seven shots of cum, grunting with each throb. I took a few deep breaths, but my heart was still racing, and I still had the browser tab open. I looked back at his profile for a second, considered my options, hit the block button, and closed the window.

In a park last night, a young black guy took me back to his tent, isolated back of a church. He came twice raw in my hole.

Any flight attendants here or people who have hooked up with flight attendants? Pretty well known that most male attendants are gay sluts. Interested to hear your experiences and stories.

I'm a top, so bathhouses are a haven for me to fuck as many sloppy holes as possible. But I also do enjoy sucking cock, being in a darkroom servicing men.

The problem with a jock is that some guys will always ignore the signal you're sending and reach in a grab your dick anyway. Some men feel entitled to your dick whether you want them to touch it or not. In a situation where guys are selfishly stepping over your boundaries, wear a cage and if anyone whines or complains, tell them it's the only way you can ensure your boundaries are respected. If guys don't consider a restraining order kinky, then neither is a cock cage.

The bathhouse is where I get to live out my fantasy of being a free-use cumdump and letting anyone use me. So I’m either waiting ass-up with the door open, or cruising the darkroom or the gloryholes or the sauna.

Seems like we have quite a few guys interested in this group. 😈

I would love to help out

You should seek out some of the things Kirk said. I absolutely agree that violence is never an appropriate response.

I think TACO was originally in response to his constant changing on tariffs. But it can apply to most anything he says/does.

Surrey area no limits @Timbo167

Mainly bottom but getting back into topping.

Fucking love man holes. Here's mine, smooth

I know its a long shot... Its so worth trying though, right?

Yes Sir!

Well even though I had an amazing night with a country bear the previous night. I was still feeling a little insatiable. I had to head into town in the afternoon anyways. So I decided to prep and get ready. I was pretty horny and wasn't finding any action on line so decided to go to the baths. Not the best decision it was kinda dead and not really anyone around. I didn't stay long and decided to go to the bookstore. It seemed like there were a decent amount of guys there. I sucked a hot bearded guy maybe latino in a booth. He had a nice fat hard dick. He seemed to enjoy me sucking me him but I could tell he wasn't ready to get off. After sucking him for a while he pulled off and thanked me and said he'll be around. I saw several doors closed so I figured a bit of action may be going on behind closed doors. After walking around for a little bit I walked into a booth and looked through the glory hole. I saw an older daddy on the other side. I patiently waited on my knees and he looked at me. He stuck a pretty semi hard cock through the hole. I enjoyed sucking him and was moaning and could feel him getting harder. He seemed to really enjoy me sucking him and he started to fuck my face a little bit. He pulled out for a moment so I took this as a sign. I dropped my shorts and bent over where my ass was at the glory hole and spit on my hole. It did not take long at all until I felt his hard daddy dick pressing against my hole. Fuck I was really tight. He started fucking my hole and although he wasn't all the way in he seemed to still be enjoying himself. After fucking me for a while he pulled out. He got dressed and said thanks. Figured he wasn't ready to cum yet I know not all guys are. I walked around some more and went back to the booths. I looked in a glory hole and saw a hot thinly trimmed bearded latino man on his knees. I looked at him through the glory hole and pulled out my cock. It was semi hard but he was an amazing cocksucker. He got me pretty hard in no time at all. I pulled out for a moment and looked at his face and stroked my cock. My cock was just about rock hard at this point so I pushed my hard cock back in his mouth. He was doing a pretty good job at taking it. I did hear him maybe gag once but he seemed to enjoy sucking my hard cock. I started fucking his face a little bit and he had a slight resistance. So I eased up on him a little. He was really enjoying him servicing my cock but I pulled away from him. I thanked him and said he was great. But I told him I wasn't ready to cum yet. He understood and I left the booth and wiped my dick off. I wasn't ready to cum yet. I walked around some more and didn't seem like too much was going on. I went to the dark room area. I saw the same guy I was sucking earlier the bearded latino guy getting fucked. The trimmly bearded latino guy who was sucking me earlier was in there too. He said he wanted to suck me again so I sit down and let him suck me. Watching and hearing the guy next to me getting fucked got me hard pretty fast. There was a top or someone who was kinda trying to play with my nipples or something too while this was going on. I was loving the whole ambience of the fucking and having my dick sucked it was fun. The guy pulled out of the guy he was fucking. Wasn't sure if he bred him or not it didn't sound like. He turned his interest to me. He rubbed my chest and he also tried to lift me up from the guy sucking me. He was successful and he took no time at all and had me bent over. He started trying to fuck me but I was a little tight. He was able to get in partially but he gave up after a certain point. I was fine with that I was enjoying getting sucked more previously. I left the dark room area and washed my dick off. I was kinda chatting with someone in between walking around. I was talking to a specific top that I've seen on multiple occasions. He didn't have most of his barriers of text up tonight it was very less back and forth then normal. He basically told me that if I'm ready he's ready. Fuck yeah once he asked if I was wanting to fuck I left the bookstore immediately. When I got in my car he told me to come over after I told him I'm already prepped. Kinda glad that guy didn't get to fuck me now. I don't know him well enough to know if he likes cummy holes but my hole was not fucked that much that night. I went to his place and greeted him at the door. It was so great to see him again. He was only in some light shorts and he proceeded to go the bed and stripped. He told me to make myself comfortable. I did not need another invitation. I stripped and looked at the sexy daddy on the bed with his hard cock up waiting for me. I think i've described him before but he's an older daddy with a lightly trimmed grey beard. I straddled him and I kissed him. He kissed back and we exchanged a few kisses back and forth. I moved down slightly and started sucking his nipples. He has a very furry chest it's pretty thick fur. I forgot how much I loved it. I enjoyed sucking on his nipple lightly and tasting his furry chest hair at the same time. He was groaning and saying how good it felt. I sucked his other nipple and while he was enjoying this he sort of gently guided me towards his hard cock. I licked his bush area and then gently licked and sucked his balls. He was moaning again saying how good it felt and what a good boy I am. I then licked his cock and took his hard cock in my mouth. I forgot he had a longer dick but also a nice thickness to it. I was enjoying sucking it and going up and down on him. He was saying it felt good and I enjoyed being able to serve his cock. He pulled me up and we kissed again. He lifted his arm pit. I would have been more then happy to service his arm pits but he had heavy deodorant or cologne. So I instead I just nuzzled my nose and face into his pits and he was moaning and and encouraging me. I nuzzled both his arm pits. He then pulled me to him and we kissed some more. Then the hot daddy was worked up enough and he got up. I knew what he wanted. I got up myself and got on all fours. I arched my back towards him and he tossed me a bottle of poppers. I spit on my fingers a little and rubbed some of it on my hole. He did also put lube in my ass and lubed his hard daddy dick. I took a hit of poppers but not a heavy hit and felt his hard dick start to push in me. Fuck it felt so good. I was trying to relax more but I could tell I had some resistance. I was trying to back up on him more or twitch my hole. He took a hit of poppers himself and started to fuck me slowly. He told me "relax boy". I forgot for a moment how he likes to fuck. And he's said it before to relax. I did my best to try to block out everything and relax my hole and my mind. I tried to open myself more and be still. I could feel him getting deeper inside me and was moaning more. He told me that's better and he was starting to fuck me. He likes me to be mostly still and relaxed that way he can fuck the way he wants. Honestly I don't get with a lot of tops that fuck like this but I love it. He threw me the bottles and this time I took a bigger hit. Oh fuck my head was spinning and my hole felt more relaxed and opened up. I took a deep breath and felt my hole loosen up more and he got in deeper. He started fucking me faster. I stopped trying to match his fuck rhythm or back up on. I just tried to arch my back and raise my ass a little more and he took control and proceeded to fuck me more. He started fucking me harder. I was moaning out more and saying how fucking good it felt. He told me that this is what I wanted and needed and I told him it was. I told him how fucking hot he felt fucking me and told him I was loving it. I could feel his cock getting harder and his motions got faster. He said he was going to cum and breed me. I told him to fucking breed my hole. I just loved my hole being fucked and being more relaxed and felt his load flood my hole. And when I say flood he filled my hole he must not have cum in a good while. He stayed in me for a little bit longer while he drained his load. We both sort of collapsed for a moment him on the top of the bed and me on the end. We both took a moment to come down from the poppers. Last time I layed on his chest and it was nice feeling his chest fur. The vibe this time though I think both of us were kinda done. I used the bathroom quick after and was surprised how much cum came out. Fuck the man really did flood me. As hot and fun as the country bear that fucked me in pretty much every position and different places yesterday. He didn't really have much of a load or I didn't really get bred like I thought I did. I have a feeling that one of the guys at the club though did precum in me a lot or might have partially shot his load in me. But that's a good summary of partial shots. This man fucking bred and filled my hole. It was so fucking hot. We chatted a little when I was getting dressed and we kissed each other goodbye and I left. He said that we'll both sleep great tonight after that fuck. "Are you sure about that?" I was starting to really think about what the long bearded man told me the night and morning I was with him over the weekend. About the "urge" in me and how I do need to let it out. It frustrates me how much he knows more about me then I do. But yeah I still wanted to get fucked. I still wanted to be bred. But at the same time the feeling of all the cum leaving my hole was so fucking hot. God the urge to go get fucked more of fuck overcame me. I decided after I left to go back to that bookstore. It was a little more crowded but I still had the same ticket which was nice also why I decided to go back. I saw a few other guys and saw some of the same guys from before and newer guys. Now I see why someone i've hooked up with a while back said they will leave after a little if no action. I felt good returning at least. I went into the dark room and saw a guy getting fucked. I did not have a lot of luck in the dark room this night playing with guys on one one. I have in the past. But regardless me standing there a guy was kinda playing with my dick. I couldn't tell if it was the same guy from before but I was enjoying it. There was also a top near me fucking a bottom. It was turning me on so my dick was getting harder. Some guy was playing with my chest and my cock but no idea who but before I knew it someone was sucking my dick. Damn it felt good. After a little bit the top that was fucking the bottom pulled out of him. He turned to me and grabbed me. He bent me over. Ah the man didn't have to do much I was so fucking horny. He bent me over and I felt his fat cock go in my cummy hole. He started moaning and I was wimpering at how good he felt. He was fucking me pretty fast. Couldn't tell if he was fucking to cum or just to fuck. After fucking me for a while he pulled out and thanked me. The latino bearded guy who I played with earlier was apparently in there. His dick was hard and he had me get on my knees and suck him. I enjoyed sucking him again and he also fucked my face for a little bit. He pulled me off and said he needed a break for a moment and left the dark room area. I stayed for just a little bit but decided to leave. I saw a bunch of new guys come in. I decided to go into the middle glory hole my favorite one. A hot bearded daddy came in and looked at me on my knees through the glory hole. He seemed to like what he saw so he took off his pants. His cock was small but it looked uncut. I don't really judge on that though I happily took his cock in my mouth. He was moaning while I was sucking him. His cock also was getting hard gradually. He at one point was pulling his cock out completely and then shoving it back in. I was enjoying sucking him and he got fully hard. He had a nice sized uncut cock. I was having fun sucking him. He started fucking my fast faster and then he shouted. Oh fuck. I was moaning and wimpering when I started to taste his salty load. Fuck I love it when guys fucking cum when I'm sucking them especially if it's randomly out of the blue. He continued to cum and sucked his load completely until he pulled out. He wiped his cock off and got dressed and said thanks. Damn that was hot. I decided to leave the booth. I ran into the hot bearded latino guy who I played with a few times that night in a booth. I went in and he got on the couch and sat down. I started sucking him. I was sucking him for a good while and he was enjoying it. I think. I'm not sure what it is about some guys and I don't come across this much. But he did not really pay me too much attention or really show any emotion or reaction when I was sucking him. He was just watching the porn. Kinda hot I guess. I continued to suck him and deep throat him a little. He fucked my face occasionally. But that was really it. I wasn't sure how long I sucked him for. I probably should have asked if he wanted to fuck but I was a bit thrown off by the vibe. I made an excuse and told him I needed a break for a moment and he was fine with that. I decided to walk around some more. I ran into the latino daddy guy with the thin beard who was sucking me several times during the night. He was in a room and I was surprised his dick was out. He wanted to get sucked so I sucked him. He had a nice hot long dick. He was sort of similar to the other guy. But he did enjoy sucking me too. I loved his mouth and getting sucked by him but i really wanted to fuck. I asked if he liked to fuck or get fucked and he said not really. He said he just likes oral. I went back to sucking him for a little bit but it was the same vibe as the other guy couldn't tell if he was wanting to cum or not. I decided to leave the room and thanked him. It's not that I don't like servicing guys or won't service them for a long period of time sucking their cock. I mean I did share a story recently of me with a hot older daddy and how I went to his place and did nothing really but suck him. I played with his nipples and balls too. But there was more of a dominant nature he had and he brought out the more subservient side in me. There was a dynamic basically so I would have been more then happy to suck and service him however long he wanted but I also knew there was an end to it and he wanted to eventually cum. These two guys I had no idea. But they were hot and fun though. There was just no connection other then finding each other hot and both guys and myself being horny. There wasn't really too much else that went on after that. I wanted to go back to the middle booth but there was a weird guy guarding it. He was kind of off putting so no one wanted to go in the glory hole area. I decided I wasn't feeling this anymore and decided to leave. I did sort of look for any other encounters before I left but no one seemed to be around. Man at this point I was ready to go play in public. I did sort of have an experience with that recently but no actual action so can't say much about that..but it was fun. I went home and of right on cue when I got home and after I took a shower and got cleaned up. I got a message from someone. Someone I've actually seen online before and been curious about. He said he was horny all night and asked if I wanted to fuck. I liked his intro nice and to the point. He was a hot man from his picture and the pictures he sent me of his body and cock. I told him i'm in for the night and have to get up in the morning. He said that he has been looking all night and no luck. I can't believe that with how hot he is and his pictures were great. I can't believe I said it but i told him that I haven't really had luck either. I got fucking bred and fucked and I did have a little fun at the bookstore. Was I still not really satisfied? Ugh the more I try to deny and surprise my urges the more I think it fights back and shows. But I did really feel sort of off after everything when I got home. I was almost wondering if I should have reached out to someone else who isn't really that much of a top with fucking but more sensual. But I decided probably not. Instead I stayed up late even writing about this experience here haha. Looking back it was still a fun and enlightening evening. I realized things that could have made the evening better or different and applied that the next night. Also more to come with the hot man I was talking to this night. Or More to Cum 😉 Loads taken Anal: 1 by being bred by the hot daddy top Loads taken Oral: 1 by a hot bear daddy and swallowing his load. Until next time..