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It helps that you are fairly young. Are you in a large city with saunas or cruising parks?

I've not told others that they shouldn't use it. Its down to individual choice. I choose not to use it or be referred to by someone using it. How is that a problem?

The only anger here, is looking at you from your own mirror. I'm just questioning why you are being so judgemental?

This may seem tame by BZ standards, but here goes. I hooked up with a guy off A4A and met him in my storage unit. We flip-fucked for a while and he came first, breeding me. After he pulled out I cleaned his cock with my mouth, squatted down and pushed his load into my hand, and slurped it down my gullet while staring him straight in the eyes. He was flabberghasted. I wound up breeding him and eating my load out of his hole.

Chapter 1 – The Setup Where the fuck am I? Zak and I had spent a wild weekend together a few weeks ago. We were smoking and bumping T and got lots of different things into each other’s hole. While we were talking during a break, I shared my fantasy about being abducted and taken to a place where I had to submit to multiple men. It seems he took me seriously since shortly after I showed up at his place for another session, a masked guy came in, put a bag over my head, pulled me out, and shoved me into the back seat his car. I was forced (OK, maybe forced is too strong a word) to suck another guy’s dick while we were driven to another destination. His cock was thick, but not that long. It was nice since I could easily accommodate him in my mouth, sucking down to the root and burying my nose in his pubes. His cock pumped out a steady stream of precum that I happily swallowed. I massaged his hairy balls while I was sucking him and felt down to his hairy hole. He pushed his legs together though, preventing me from going any further. I kept sucking his cock and playing with his balls. He was moaning, I was moaning, and then he blew his load down my throat right before we arrived at our destination. Next, I heard the car door opening and was dragged out of the car. They cut off my shorts and ripped off the t shirt I was wearing. I was naked, except for my flip flops, somewhere with people I didn’t know. My cock started to plump up at the excitement of this, prompting one of them to grab it while saying, “That’s not gonna be needed now.” Then, one of them forced my cock into a cage and locked it in place. “Walk!” I was led into a building of some sort. It seemed that we were in a sort of industrial space since I could sense a high ceiling and lots of open space around us. I heard a roller door close. Even with the bag on my head, some light got through and I was now adjusting to the surroundings. I smelled a spicy, grassy smell and thought maybe were in a warehouse that processed herbs of some sort. They walked me across the floor, feeling my hairy ass and occasionally slapping it as we went. “Oh yeah, this is gonna be good,” one of them commented. There were some grunts of assent, and I figured out that there were at least three other guys there. Maybe one of them was Zak, but I know it wasn’t his cock I had sucked, and I didn’t think he was the driver. We stopped walking and they turned me around. “Get in the sling.” I felt behind me and found a leather sling, ready and waiting for me. It’s tough to get into a sling when you can’t really see but I just went with it and laid back into it. Someone grabbed my foot and placed each one in a stirrup. I was naked, cock caged, spread open in a sling, in a room with guys that I didn’t know. My heart was pounding, more from excitement than fear, but it was weird to have no idea what was going to happen. One of the guys started rubbing my ass and hole. I instinctively moved down a little in the sling to open my ass for him. I heard him chuckle when I did that, then felt him starting to add lube to my ass. He must have been using Slam Dunk or something like that since it felt like chunks of lube being shoved in my hole. He was also smearing the lube all around my ass and hole. I reached down to spread my ass even more, but he slapped my hands away, telling me that my ass was in their hands and I was to keep my hands away from it. I heard the click of the torch and the bubbling sounds as he prepared some T. I could smell the acrid scent as the chemicals melted and then a cloud was blown into my face. I eagerly inhaled. “Don’t worry, pig. We’re gonna get you flying high.” They forced me to take a couple of hits off the bubbler. Again, forced might be too strong a word, but they were in control of my intake, and I was going to go along with whatever they wanted. I was well into the clouds when I felt some fingers penetrate my hole. The accompanying burning sensation told that they were giving me a booty bump too. My ass was becoming needy now and I wanted something in it besides a few fingers. I was handed a rubber tube with a nozzle at the end that I was told connected to a bottle of poppers. Whenever they told to me to inhale from it, I was to put the nozzle in my nose and breathe in. Poppers mixed with T would make my ass even more receptive to whatever was coming my way, and I was happy to comply to this. The burning had stopped and someone was playing with my hole. He was circling it with his well lubed fingers, sometimes sticking one or two fingers in and rubbing them around. I was enjoying the feelings and began to pulse my hole on his fingers. “This fucker is ready for more.” Soon, I felt something larger than a finger at my hole. It wasn’t a cock so it must be a dildo. I only hoped they would start out with something I could comfortably take since I had the sense that my ass was about to be seriously worked over. The dildo was dragged up and down the crack of my ass, grazing over my yearning hole. Each time it passed near my opening, I would flex my ass, trying to capture it in my ass. Soon, the guy placed the head of the toy at my entrance and began to push. The initial insertion was easy. My ass and the dildo were both well lubed and my hole was needy. It became apparent that this toy got thick quickly as I felt my hole expand around it as it was pushed into me. The guy driving the dildo knew what he was doing, pausing occasionally and sometimes twisting it around in my ass as he plunged ever deeper into me. This toy must be long since it felt like he had inserted a lot into me when he stopped pushing and just let the dildo sit inside my ass. The pulsing of my ass muscles made it move up and down and let great feelings course through my tunnel. Then, he began to pull it back. Slowly, slowly, slowly, he moved the toy, rotating and shaking it as he moved. He’d pulled it out almost all the way out when he abruptly shoved it in deep again. I moaned and spread my ass more. He chuckled and said, “I think he’s primed for you.” With that, he pulled the toy out. I immediately felt a hand at my ass, feeling around my hole and poking some fingers in. Two became three, three became four, and then I felt his thumb circling my hole. It stopped as he flexed it back into his hand and then his whole hand was sliding into me. Fuck, I love getting fisted. I love anything to do with ass – mine or another guys. Touching, stroking, rimming, fucking, fingering. But fisting is a special treat. When you get fisted, you’re literally opening yourself up to another guy. When you’re doing the fisting, it is so intense to feel the other guy’s heartbeat with your hand. It is a profound and amazing experience. This guy slid his hand into my ass up to his wrist. He just held his hand there for a while so that I could get used to the sensation. Occasionally, he’s twist and turn it, but he was taking it easy on my ass. Then, he growled “Poppers” at me. I grabbed the tube, put the plugs in my nostrils, and inhaled deeply.

What ever I’m called, my response is always YES SIR. in the gay world, Topmen are the Boss. Faggots serve. Just the way it is. .

it is o exciting as the top call me "slut" or "whore"

Hey all, Just wondering if anyone is in a situation where they need somewhere to live and can help me basically not lose my home and whole life to... just a lot of awful memories, tough lessons, repeated reminder that family doesn't mean blood, sometimes, haha... and things that have consumed me enough to leave me in a shitty position. That entails covering cost... I'm not that hard to be around, I just have gone too long and too deep into debt, losing people I love, and figure hey let me try a feeler instead of just carrying on like I have been. Give a fighting or standing chance to not losing everything instead of just... floating down the plain and exisitng with all that shit reminding me. Sorry, I know it's dark. I still smile and pretty kinky and fun in bed. In central Conn... feel free to hit me up.

I love the word faggot, either calling a sub that, or when subbing myself

I’ve been fucked many times but never had a load dumped in me. I’m so in need of a load put in my hole.

I wish I was closer. Luckily I have a regular FFriend, but I would appreciate a real FF orgy with more versa guys or tops.

Thanks to all who enjoyed it!

Lunchtime yesterday sucked off a homeless guy in Walmart bathroom

That statement is as "spot-on" as your compositional work, which is First Class. No guy lives on sex alone; there are other things we simply need to attend to sometimes, and taking a break from sharing our seed with other guys is the last thing from abnormal. All of us have other things that must be attended to, and that's just how life is. That said, making that "break" the most productive it can be would be appropriate, for obvious reasons.

I would definitely text him and try my best to keep meeting him at that Bathhouse.

I'd definitely text him if I were you. Tell him how much you enjoyed it and that you want to connect again. If you don't want to do that then send me his number and I'll contact him. Lol. Thanks for sharing your story. Woof!

It took a while and some work but I finally got a photo uploaded. Yay!

I've never been able to upload a profile picture because I get the message that the file size is too large. I've tried reducing the file size but then the picture becomes a small blob.

Part 10 When lockdown happened, I had not long taken on a job which required me to be in Scotland for part of the time and in London for the rest of the time. When lockdown was introduced, I was in Scotland and it was agreed that I would stay and work from there. I was staying with a friend of a friend just outside Glasgow and, although I did not like the job, the living arrangement worked out fine. As the weeks and months of lockdown wore on, I was getting quite horny. I really missed sex - I especially missed that feeling of pushing my bare cock up a nice tight arse. I realised from online chats that a lot of guys were getting very frustrated - especially some of the guys I chatted with who lived with wives and girlfriends - and I had made plans to meet up with a couple of them when restrictions were eased Having said that, my first sex in lockdown was not with one of the straight guys. When the restrictions were first eased in the September of that year, I arranged to meet up with one of my friends, Alan. Alan has been with his partner for many years, but he and I have been fucking each other since the mid 90s ,when we discovered during a threesome with a young blond guy that we both enjoyed sex without condoms. It was good to see Alan, and we both enjoyed catching up. After we had some lunch, I was tidying up and Alan was standing by the back door in the kitchen. We debated what to do next and I suggested we could sit out in the garden. Alan agreed we could do that and then he said "Or you could come over here and suck my cock!" I turned round - Alan's trousers and pants were down at his knees and he was holding his hard cock. He started wanking it and a few seconds later his cock was in my mouth and he sighed and gently took hold of my head as I began to suck him. I sucked him for a while and then he turned round and bent forward, pushing his arse into my face. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his arse. Alan has always loved having his arse licked and this time was no exception. I could see he was really turned on and when I stood up and began to rub the head of my cock over his wet arsehole, he didn't resist. I pushed the head of my cock into his arse and he leaned forward. A short time later, I was up his arse. It felt so good after so long without any kind of sex and I enoyed every minute of the fuck. I fucked him right there in the kitchen as he leaned against the kitchen units with his arse pushed out. I knew I wouldn't last very much longer and a few minutes later I was squirting my load right up Alan's arse. He was close too and when I pulled out he turned round and I took his cock into my mouth, being rewarded with a big load of cum almost immediately. I had really enjoyed the fuck and was now feeling quite relaxed. A short time later, Alan went back to his husband, my load still deep in his arse. About a week later, I was messaged by one of the guys I had been speaking to online. We had first chatted just before lockdown and were just arranging a time to meet up when the pandemic struck. He had told me his name was Colin and he was bisexual and lived with his girlfriend, but every now and then he enjoyed doing it with another guy. He had said he wanted to fuck me and didn't really want to use a condom. A few days after I fucked Alan, I was messaged by Colin, who asked me if I was still up for meeting. I was definitely up for it - Colin had sent me some picutres when we had chatted before - he was a ginger guy - one of my major turn ons - with short hair and a neat little goatee. He had also sent me pictures of his big, thick cock and he re-sent the cock pictures this time. He was free on the Saturday afternoon and, as it happened, my house mate was working so we arranged to meet up. I was really horny to be fucked and I had a little play with myself in the shower as I was getting ready. Colin arrived on time and when I opened the door I got a bit of a shock. He looked completely different to what he had in the pictures he had sent me a few months before. He had obviously grown his hair, moustache and beard during lockdown and now had a shaggy main of hair and a much longer, thicker beard. I'm not normally into facial hair but something about him really turned me on and we were kissing and feeling each other up the moment he came in the foor. I got his cock out and sucked him in the hallway for a while and then we moved upstairs. I could tell he was as horny as I was and soon our clothes were all over the room and we were both naked. His cock was even bigger than it had looked in the pictures and soon it was in my mouth. He groaned as I licked his balls and then took his cock into my mouth again. I sucked him for a while longer and then I motioned to him to turn round. You never know whether a straight or bi guy is going to be comfortable having his arse licked, but to my delight he turned round and knelt on the bed, presenting his arse to me. He had a lovely, hairy arse and I wasted no time in pulling his cheeks apart and pushing my tongue right up his equally hairy hole. I rimmed him for a while and then he said he needed to fuck me. As we had previously agreed, he pushed his big thick cock right up me without a condom and then he began to fuck me. I hadn't taken a cock up my arse for more than six months and he was pretty big so it hurt a little at first, but soon I was enjoying every miinute of the fuck and I could tell that he was too. I can honestly say it was one of the best fucks I had experienced in a long time. After a while he asked me to move onto my back and soon my legs were in the air as Colin fucked me and he leaned forward and kissed me really hard as he fucked me. I think he was probably the hairiest guy I had ever been with and I really enjoyed the sensation of being kissed by him. I think also the fact that he was so into it made me enjoy the pounding he was giving me even more and after a while his breathing got heavier and he told me he was going to cum. I told him to go for it and a short time later he was pumping his load right up my arse. When he had finished and pulled out of me, he laid back on the bed, out of breath. Then he pulled me towards him and kissed me hard. I felt his hand on my cock and he began to wank me. "Do you fuck?" he asked "Yes!" I said and he grinned at me. "Go for it!" he said and he knelt up on the bed again. I coudl hardly believe I was going to get to fuck his fit bi guy but he was obviously no stranger to getting fucked. My cock slid up him easily and soon I was fucking his arse as he gave little groans of satisfaction. I started fucking him a bit harder and he groaned again. I was getting close now and I think he sensed it because he suddenly saiid "Are you going to breed me?" "Yes!" I moaned and he said "Oh fuck!" as I began to pump my load up his arse. It was all very horny! When I pulled out his arse, he said he had better get back and started getting dressed. As he bent over to pull his pants up, I got a great view of his arsehole, clearly loaded with cum. I always find it a real turn on to squirt a load up the arse of a guy that is going home to his girlfriend. A few weeks later I was messaged by a guy who had no face picture on his profile. I had not seen him on there before but his location said he was quite nearby. He said he had to be discreet but wanted to know if I was up for meeting up. He said he could send me some pictures but not a face pic. I guessed he was married and had been stuck at home for months. I sent him some pictures and he sent one of his cock and a back view of him with pants pulled down, showing off a really fit arse. I said I was up for meeting and he said he wasn't comfortable coming to my place but could meet me in some woods nearby. He told me he really needed to get fucked. I messaged "Can I fuck you bb?" and he messaged back to ask what "bb" meant. I said it means can I fuck you without a condom and he came back and said "Oh, yes that's alright" A little later I was making my way through the woods to the spot he had described. It was really well hidden and when I got there he was already there. He was really fit, dark haired, just a bit chubby with an arse that really filled out his jeans. He nodded at me and immediately reached out to stroke my cock through my trousers. I told him my name and he said his was Sean. He didn't show any signs of wanting to kiss me, but he reached out and unbuttoned my trousers, pulling them down to my knees along with my pants. He wanked me for a little while and then bent forward and took my cock into his mouth. He sucked me for a while and then asked me if I was ready to fuck him. I nodded and he pulled his pants and trousers down and leaned against a tree, passing me some lube. He had a really fit arse and fingered the lube into his hole and then positioned myself behind him. I pushed my cock into his arse and he gave a contented moan as I pushed right up him and began to fuck him. He was tight, but not as tight as I thought he might be and I fucked him slowly at first and then began to fuck him harder. He took it easily and began to wank himself as I fucked him harder. After a while I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him really hard, shooting what felt like a massive load right up him. When I pulled out he turned round, wanked himself a few times and then shot his load out in front of him. "Cheers, mate," he said "I needed that." A couple of days later I was driving home and I saw him walking up the road ahead of me with a woman and two children. I was not at all surprised and when he messaged me again a couple of weeks later we met in the woods and I enjoyed dumping another load up his married arse. About a year later we were in lockdown again and I had another very horny experience with a straight guy. I first met Gordon in the late 90s when he was just 21 at a family wedding at a hotel just outside Glasgow. He and his wife were at the same table as me and I got on well with both of them. I was surprised to learn that they already had two children. I had mentioned that I was gay in the course of the conversation and it was later in the evening when Gordon bought me a drink and casually mentioned that he had been sucked off by a few guys and had really enjoyed it. A short time later we were taking a walk in the grounds of the hotel and when we found a quiet spot, Gordon got his cock out and I went down on him. He was quite a small, stocky guy, but he had quite a big cock and I enjoyed every minute of sucking him until he came in my mouth. He bought me another drink and them headed back indoors and a little later I saw him dancing with his wife. I met up wth Gordon a few times after that over the next ten years - usually in a lay by just outside Glasgow. The first few times I just sucked him off but one time he started reaching down to feel my arse and after a while his hand was down my pants and he was fingering my arsehole. "Do you take it up the arse?" he whispered as I continued sucking him. In reply, I got up, pulled my pants and trousers right down and bent over. He spat on my arse a couple of time and then pushed the head of his cock against my hole. "I don't like using condoms," he said. "Are you ok with that?" I nodded and he pushed right up me and began to fuck me unitl he came heavily in my arse. We met up a few times over the next few years when I was in Scotland and I would suck his cock and then bend over for him to fuck me against a tree. He never reciprocated and would not let me touch or lick his arsehole - he considered himself to be a totally straight guy that liked to do it with other guys occasionally -but I really enjoyed being fucked by him and he was defnitely one of the fittest straight lads I had been fucked by. Eventually we lost touch and it was during lockdown that someone mentioned the same lay by to me and told me it was still very active, especially early in the evening with people driving home from work. I decided to check it out one evening and had a good time - going home with two loads up my arse. It was the third time I visited the lay by, one Friday evening after work, that I encountered Gordon again. There was quite a lot of action that night and I sucked a couple of guys, taking two loads in my mouth. I wandered deeper into the woods and saw a couple of guys up ahead with their pants down and I recognised Gordon straight away. I had not seen him for a long time but I had heard from a family member that he was now divorced and had another, younger child with his new partner. I guessed he must be in his mid 40s by now and couldn't help noticing that, though he had put a little bit of weight on, he was still incredibly fit. He was with a much younger dark haired guy, who was down sucking Gordon's cock, and I couldn't resist watching from a discreet distance as the guy sucked Gordon's cock. After a while, the guy stood up and to my surprise, they changed places and Gordon got down and took the dark haired guy's cock into his mouth. I was really turned on by the sight of Gordon sucking cock but things got even hornier when Gordon stood up and said something to the other guy, who nodded. To my surprise, Gordon bent forward against the tree and the other guy got down behind him and pulled his arse cheeks apart and began to lick his hole. I had my cock out now as the guy stood up and pushed his cock against Gordon's arsehole. He pushed right up Gordon's arse and then began to fuck him. I can honestly say I never thought in a million years that I would see Gordon taking cock up his arse and I enjoyed every minute of watching him getting fucked. The guy fucking Gordon had seen me now, but didn't seem bothered as he began to fuck Gordon harder. A short time later he came up Gordon's arse and then he pulled out, stuffed his cock back into his pants and disappeard. Gordon stayed where he was for a moment and then he straightened up and turned round, pulling his pants and trousers up at the same time.. I moved forward and he stared at me. I knew he had recognised me and wondered how he would react. He stood still for a moment and then, without saying a word, he turned round, pulled his pants down and bent forward against the tree. I have rarely been as turned on as I was when I pushed my cock up Gordon's arse and fucked him bareback against the tree. I enjoyed every second of it and I was fairly sure that Gordon was enjoying it too. I fucked him for a while longer and then shot what felt like a massive load of cum up his already loaded arse. When I had finished I pulled out and we both pulled up our pants and trousers. Gordon grinned at me and then disappeared back towards the road. Somehow the fact that we had fucked without saying a word added to the turn on. I watched as Gordon reached the layby and climbed into his van - another married straight guy going home to his family with a cum filled arse!

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.