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Part 3 Snowball Seduction So they left me alone to shower in the massive bathroom which was actually more like a clubhouse shower room. It had five different shower spots with all kinds of douching cables hanging and at the end of it was a huge tub. I’m sure 4 men could fit inside it. I was so horny as I soaped up my dick, sensitive nipples, and asshole. I thought about my handsome Grampa, his thick cock as beautiful as I remembered it. His body was so lean and veiny now and more irresistible to me than ever. I felt so happy to be welcomed by him and so intrigued and curious about what life could be like here with him and Donovan. One thing I thought was strange was how much they emphasized their HIV status all the time and how that seemed to be point of pride and a turn on for them. Maybe it was liberating for them to talk about their cocks and cum as being poz like they were? They said this was an honest household, so I made a plan to ask them questions about being poz. As far as I knew, swallowing poz cum was okay. But I wouldn’t want Donovan to fuck me unprotected, since he seemed to imply he might do that. Hell, I had never been fucked even though I called myself Buttboy4older when they met me online. But, I did wonder what it would be like to have him take my anal virginity with my Grampa watching lovingly from the sidelines. Feeling bold and horny for some sensation inside my butt, I decided to use the douche cable attached to the shower I was using. The shower room had filled up nicely with steam so I took comfort in the privacy I had and allowed myself time to clean out. Everything drained away easily since the floor angled slightly toward discreet gutters on the opposite wall. They left a super fluffy and comfortable bathrobe for me just outside the shower, but it was way too big for my height. I had to hoist it up a bit as I walked so it wouldn’t drag on the floor while I walked to the other side of the ranch style house. I heard a doorbell ring on my way to the living room area and saw Donovan going to the front door. He was wearing a cropped t-shirt that revealed his slight belly and a bright yellow jockstrap. Was he really going to answer the door dressed like that? He opened the door. “Hey Miguel!” I heard him say. He handed over a wad of cash and said. “As always, keep the tip!” “You’re the best, Mr. Donovan!” I heard a delivery boy say. “Love the t-shirt!” Donovan laughed. “Thanks sweetie. You know it’s true!” The door closed behind Donovan as he turned around. “Hope you like gazpacho and guacamole!” he said as he held up two bags. Now I could read what it said in big letters on his t-shirt - HORNY POZ TOP. Holy shit! He answered the door for the delivery man in a jockstrap and a raunchy t-shirt that was like the headline for a profile on the bareback site? “Is it okay that he saw you wear that t-shirt?” I blurted out. “I am what I am. Better get used to it, Buttboy4older!” Donovan chuckled as he walked toward the large marble island by the kitchen. “Damn, that bathrobe is huge on you. How tall are you anyway?” “I’m 5’4”, I think." “That’s so cute. 5 foot 4! You really are our own Little Mikey. Our very own tiny twink…haha. Listen, we’re having a light lunch right now but we will have a better meal later after the event.” I heard Grampa say as he approached from behind. My eyes popped out of my head as I turned and I saw my Grampa approach. He was in a leather jockstrap, a leather cap that said “Poz Pig” in large silver letters, and a leather vest with a badge that showed the word “condoms” crossed out with a large red X. His cane also seemed to be made of black leather. Apart from the cane, he looked like one of the porn stars I had seen in some vintage pre-condom leather movies. My heart started to beat fast as I saw my leather-clad Grampa approach and my cock thickened with lust for him. I wrapped the big robe around me to hide my erection. “What event?” I asked as I followed him to the kitchen island. “Well,” said Donovan as he arranged our snack. “A couple of times a month we host our Toxic Trolls poz sex party here. And since you surprised us with your visit, we didn’t have time to cancel. We have a couple of men who fly in for this party, so it wouldn’t be fair to cancel on them at the last minute. You’ll like them. Mostly oversexed Dads and Grampas, though sometimes some younger guys show up too. You’ll be the belle of the ball.” Grampa patted the bar stool next to him at the kitchen island and beckoned me to sit next to him. Uh, not sure I wanted to be the star of the show at sex event called “Toxic Trolls” for HIV poz mature men. I was hoping to have time with Grampa and Donovan by myself to adjust to my new reality. “Maybe I should just hang out in the guest room during the party?” I asked as I took off the huge bathrobe and put it on the back of the stool. “Nonsense. Your Grampa is eager to introduce you to his friends. Don’t worry, we’ll have you under our watch the whole time. Nobody will mess with you, unless you want that,” Donovan said and winked at me. “Introduce me? Won’t that be weird?” I felt myself panicking. “So they will know we are biologically related and I am at a sex party full of poz men that you have organized? And why are they Toxic Trolls?” “Oh, Mikey boy. No need to worry! The Toxic Trolls clan are all very open-minded and discreet. They are the pillars of society, salt of the earth kind of guys, ” Grampa Zeke said nodding. “We’re a secretive, honor-bound group. You’ll see.” “Hey, do you guys have my clothes?” I said looking around trying to change the subject. “Baby Boy, we’re going to get you new clothes for your new life here in Palm Springs. For now, please just relax and stay naked. We love looking at your cute face and body and that gorgeous bubble butt,” Grampa said as he winked at me. “Now that wasn’t incestuous, that was just me being honest, Buttboy4older.” I blushed, but I loved hearing my sexy Grampa compliment me that way. I kinda wished he wouldn’t worry about incest. Donovan gave us each a bowl of gazpacho and put the guacamole with a big mound of white and blue tortilla chips in the middle of the island. “Say, Mikey boy, I’ve been thinking. I want you to call me Grampa too. It makes sense since your Grampa Zeke and I are married…so we’re family…and in fact, it really turns me on the more I hear you say it. So why don’t you start calling me Grampa D or something like that? Like on the bareback site, we are Poz Daddies, here you can call us your Poz Grampas. Make sense?” “My “Poz Grampas?” I repeated aloud trying to absorb this new variation of ‘family values’. “Mmm…see that already got me hard hearing you say it, Buttboy,” said Donovan as he stood up and released his thick uncut python from his yellow jockstrap. Grampa Zeke laughed. “Don’t tell me that didn’t make you horny too, husband, hearing your Grandson Buttboy4older call us his Poz Grampas,” Donovan said as he wagged his jumbo sausage at him. “Guilty!,” Grampa Zeke said and he spun his bar stool toward me and pulled off the snaps off his leather jock to free the meat I had longed to suckle on for years. “This isn’t incest, little Mikey, right?” He said as his rugged thick meat bounced up and down. Initially “Little Mikey” felt infantilizing and wrong, but anything my Grampa Zeke said to me was welcome and made me feel loved and sexy. Especially when he said such things while he was naked and flaunting his beautiful genitals to me. “Huh...So, I’m Little Mikey, also known as Buttboy4older, I guess, and you are my sexy poz grampas.” “Exactly! And like the song says, We Are Family!” Donovan chuckled. “Can I ask something? It seems you guys really insist on the word “poz”. How come?” “Well, baby boy, for us being poz is empowering, it’s liberating. So we embrace it. We embrace the way it feels, the way it looks on us, the way it has removed any inhibitions, and for how it let’s us live a shame-free cock-centered bareback, raw sexual lifestyle. None of us know how much time we have left in this world, so we live like this today, we celebrate being poz through ecstatic worship of the penis and cum and we call it out by its name, loud and clear. That’s why it’s our favorite word. Poz talk is very exciting for us. I hope that doesn’t bother you?” “See, Mikey. That’s why your Grampa is known as Father Zeke, he speaks like an inspired preacher. He is so wise and he has converted many with his way with words. I have a more lurid and vulgar vocabulary. Like my t-shirt says, sweet twink, I am a horny poz top. I’m also a nasty fucker, a breeding and seeding dirty old poz man with a boundless imagination for filth,” he said staring me down and licking his lips. “Hmm, I guess that makes sense. It’s like gay pride, but poz pride instead. Ok, that’s cool,” I said trying to sound reassuring while feeling weird about it all and how I would fit in since I wasn’t poz. I looked back and forth at my poz grampas who were stroking their cocks and making these very lewd confessions to me. “Are you sure I will fit into your lives here? I’m not poz and, in fact, I should probably use condoms when I’m ready to have anal sex and I should get on Prep. Don’t you think?” I looked down and saw my cock was hard and leaking. “No way, bubble butt Grandson, no way in hell: condoms are never ever to come into this poz-positive house unless the condoms are frozen and full of semen already so that we can shove it up buttholes and use it as lube. Do you understand me? Condoms are anti-life and are a symbol of shame and repression for us,” Donovan said as he eyed me seriously. Frozen cum as lube? Fuck, that is nasty. Donovan was right, his imagination was off the charts filthy. And what will happen if one day Donovan really does try to ‘deflower my pretty pink shithole’ without a condom? How would he open up my tight pale pucker with his oversized poz penis? Will Prep be enough to protect me from it, from him?? “But sure, son, you can go on Prep,” Grampa Zeke said as he rubbed my thigh. I heard Donovan sort of cough and mutter something in the background. “However,,” Donovan added, “Little Mikey, you gotta help me work on your Grampa Zeke here. He has to get over this incest barrier. Know what I’m saying, boy? The man is a pig, a proud poz pig, like his sexy leather cap says, so he doesn’t lack desire or imagination, usually.” Seeing my two poz grampas stroking their meat while we had this ‘family’ coversation set something off in me. Being poz was their essence so it was normalized into their lives, and their sex lives seemed to dominate. I started to feel a [banned word] desire to have Donovan inside me bare, his poz girthy uncut cock slowly opening me up, while my Grampa watched on the side. I imagined my Grampa Zeke’s excitement and him jacking off as he watched his sleazy pox-proud husband pound my virgin butt. My heart raced and my cock thickened as I imagined such an intimate initiation into this family. “Well, there are things we can do that aren’t incest, Grampa Zeke,” I slipped off the high bar stool and put both hands on my Grampa’s knees. At 5 foot 4, it was like looking up at a god on a throne. As I gazed up at him, I could feel my face was red, like it got when I was horny or embarrassed, and I felt like a little boy begging his grandfather for some candy. “Like, we can hug, right? And we can kiss?” I rubbed his hairy veiny legs all the way up his groin. “And maybe we can take showers together? And we can cuddle and snuggle together, right?” Grampa Zeke’s cock started to thicken again as he looked in my eyes. “Yes, we can cuddle, son. I’d love that.” “I hope we can all sleep together, Grampa. I mean at night just all spooning in the same bed. That’s not incest. Right? That’s just being loving. Little Mikey and his poz grampas all snuggle buggle together naked in bed. There’s no shame in that, is there? Two poz grampas and their non-poz grandson sharing hugs in bed?” Donovan had approached us and standing over us his massive dong was now leaking over my Grampa Zeke’s erect penis, providing extra lube for the wet knob and foreskin already slick with toxic precum. He squeezed his pierce nipple through his Horny Poz Top t-shirt. I moaned and felt such lust that my asshole twitched. Looking back up at Grampa Zeke I wanted to tease him even more. “And we can admire each other’s bodies, you can look at my bum and butthole anytime you want. I love showing it off for you and [banned word] Grampa D. You can tell me anytime “Mikey, spread your cheeks and show us your virgin pink boy cunt”. And I’ll do it, Grampa and that won’t be incest since you are just admiring it. Right? And you don’t have to penetrate me? You can watch and play with your poz penises, both of you. Right? I want to make you happy.” “Do it now, Mikey!” Grampa Zeke growled. Shocked by the force of his voice, I slipped to the floor fast, got on all fours, stuck out my butt real high and reached back with one hand to pull a cheek apart. I craned my neck to look back at my poz grampas. “Do you like my virgin boy hole, Grampas?” I dropped my face to the marble floor and used both hands now to fully spread out my glutes and exhibit my pretty virgin shitter to them. I wanted my Grampas to explode with desire in a super safe way. “Fuck! Look at him! My grandson is a fucking pig slut exposing his tight cunt to his horny poz grandfather,” Grampa Zeke cried out as he jacked off frantically. Grampa Donovan knew that Grampa Zeke was about to blow his load thanks to my disgusting and seductive narration. “He really is your flesh and blood, you old dirty poz whore. He’s a filthy little cock tease,” Donovan said to Grampa. Quickly, Donovan knelt down, took his husband’s penis into his mouth, and let Grampa Zeke fire off ropes of his old poz semen into his open gullet. The cries from Grampa Zeke were so loud I thought he might be in pain, but that soon turned into laughter as he pushed Grampa Donovan off his cock. Donovan then walked over to me, lifted me up like I was a lightweight doll and placed me on the cold marble counter top. Grabbing a hold of my hard boy cock with one hand, he grabbed the back of my head with his other hand and forced his face to mine, pressing his lips against mine. I gasped and with my mouth open, he spat my Grampa Zeke’s ripe poz seed into my mouth. The grandfatherly cum slipped past my tongue and slid down my throat against my will. Still stroking my cock, it didn’t take Donovan long to make me ejaculate my young sperm with the knowledge that my Grampa’s seed was now part of me, something I had dreamt of for years. Except, I never thought of swallowing his poz load. “You see, Mikey,” Donovan panted and growled as he bent to lick up his husband’s grandson’s semen from my belly, ”that wasn’t incest either. I’m the one that sucked your biological Grampa’s amazing cock and then fed his seed and your shared DNA to you. You two did not have sex together. The familial bond was left pure and unbroken but made stronger. Haha. I predict that, before the event is over today, you’ll be snowballing many many more loads of delicious poz seed from our lips, including ours.” I lay back on the cool marble counter, feeling a kind of disgust and shame creep over me as the orgasm subsided. Wasn’t this partially incest? And was swallowing delicious poz seed really okay for a non-poz boy like me? Grampa Zeke got off his chair and came over to me and stroked my face tenderly. He bent down and kissed me. His kissing was soft and sensuous, nothing like the brutal French kiss Donovan gave me. “I made you cum, didn’t I, Grampa? Swallowing poz cum is ok, right Grampa?” I whispered to him between kisses. He didn’t reply but just groaned in my mouth as our tongues touched and his mustache ground against my smooth face. Just then, I felt my legs being lifted and with my Grandfather’s lips on mine moving back and forth like a tickle and making me hard again. At the other end of my body, Donovan noisily spat the remnants of my Grampa’s poz seed onto my butt cheeks and I felt him massage the cum-saliva goo into my crack and on my my sweaty asslips with his calloused fingers. “Don’t worry Mikey, this is safe and totally incest free,” Donovan chuckled with a sinister Vincent Price voice while he pushed his thumbs inside me and stretched out my virgin hole so much that it hurt. “Gentlemen, what the holy fuck is going on here?” a brusque voice like a drill sergeant echoed in the room and instantly shattered the dreamlike state we were in. “The men arrive in two hours and we need to set up the sex garage. Let’s get to work!” The sound of a whip slapping flesh was followed by my Grampa Zeke yelping and withdrawing from me. I lifted my head to see both my poz Grampas stand up immediately and stuff their meat back into their jockstraps. The leather clad chauffeur from earlier walked over to me as I lay draped naked like a sacrificial lamb on the marble counter. “Well, well, well….Buttboy4older, you work fast” he chortled as he shook his head with disgust and traced his leather whip across my face and down to my cock and balls. I was scared. “I guess you are a slutty little pig just like your dirty old poz grampas. What incredible filth this ‘family’ is. Now get up and help us get ready! The Toxic Trolls are coming!”

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I was 15.

I was in high school, riding with my brother in his truck. He said he had a person pulled off into a rest area. He pulled his briefs off without removing his shorts and pulled a shirt off too, and told me to wait there. he dashed off into the trees. while I waited, I tried the underwear thing myself. He jogged back to the truck in about 10 minutes. He got in and said “I needed that.” He noticed my briefs on the floor and smiled saying.” I’ll show you what I got tonight at home.” he was leaking a lot of calm and I could see the stain on the seat of his shorts. ” just don’t leave me in the truck next time.” so a few nights later, we were both shedding our briefs and shirts and closing the truck up. He suggested I go through the fence and walk down the dirt road and I’d probably have some fun. There was a skinny guy about 30 walking down the road. He greeted me and suggested that I follow him. He took my hand and led me down a small path to what he called the fuck tree - a fallen pine draped with condoms. he pulled off his shirt and dropped his shorts and put my hand on his cock. It was hot and heavy. He said I should drop my shorts too, so I did. He felt my ass. “ you’ve been fucked before, I see.” “Bend over he trunk.” He gathered up some condoms and squeezed them on my pussy. That was his name for my hole. He pushed the spooge in me with his thumb, pyt the empty vondoms on my back and repeated the process. Then he pressed his cock against my new pussy and fucked me deeper and longerthan my brother ever had. he fucked me for a few minutes, then he grounded and came in my ass. He pulled out and jumped over the tray for me to lick him clean. He told me I had a sweet pussy and to stay naked until I go back to the truck. My brother was waiting and pushed the door open for me. I got in and slipped my shorts back on. my brother said, “damn, that took a while.” i showed him my pussy, and told him I couldn’t wait to do it again. “All right.” he shucked his shorts and said “lets go back.” so we did.

Do you ever allow them to just take your load down their throats?

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I tried to be versatile but every man I met knew that I was really a total bottom and other than one they were all happy to oblige me with as much dick as I wanted. I still held on to the idea of being versatile and even played the role with my husband when we first got together but I was not being my authentic self and I was not happy with our sex life so I finally accepted my destiny as a bottom and now I get my holes turned out without the pressures of topping. Only downside is the prep.

Sadly I learned about my pussy in my early 30's like 31 ish. X wife started making it with her strap-on, shortly after hady first rate of a real dick in me and now I can't count the number that have pounded and breed my pussy. If it isn't getting used 3 orore.tes a week it's not happy...

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We live in Canada, but my bf is American. So he says he's inviting three friends over. This isn't new, I've been run through many times. Or do I thought. The first two were just gorgeous daddies, hairy bellies, thick legs. Shortish veiny cocks. They put me on my knees and jerked on my face. They let me touch them and suck on their balls, but that was it. The first one was ready in a couple minutes, told me to open up and stick out my tongue, and came a dribbling, nice thick load on it. It didn't taste great, but it was so hot. He let me aftersuck him for a minute or two until he was soft again. The second one took a few minutes more. He grabbed by hair and put my mouth on his balls and taint. When he was ready he came into my open mouth too. Then the next one came with my bf. I have been caged for probably a month now. Can't really remember, but he took it off and then spun my around. My cock immediately went painfully hard. Bf is behind me now, and sinks his cock into my ass while standing. The other guy kneels infront of my and starts giving me head. Omg it felt amazing. I've had BJ's before, but never to completion and definitely never while being fucked. Bf has me by the hips pushing between an ass fuck and this guy's mouth. I ready to cum in thirty seconds, and I've never gotten the whole weak in the knees orgasm thing until today. Between not cumming in a month and this, it was a bliss I've never felt before. After I was done, I fell to the floor literally shaking. My bf is still fucking me only this time I'm not hating the post cum fuck. Is that the secret? I didn't have too much time before he bred me. After that, he said that was for being a good boy for the past seven months, and to put my cage back on when I'm ready. I lay on the floor for five minutes before I had to will. I'm a pleaser, but there's something to be said for being taken care of too.

Thomas may not think he is living a porn life now, but after he converts, I think he will say. "Damn! I took how many poz cocks and stayed neg...that's until I met Frank and he went where no other poz top had gone. We may never know exactly whose poz cum converts Thomas, but it's fun to think that the guy which only a few men have taken is the one. Looking forward to learning more about the poz tour that Mark and Thomas are embarking on. We readers cannot forget about Luke and Tony--spending a day studying at the beach. I know there was more studying of men and their penises than preparing for any final exams. Once again, @LeatherGayBB takes readers on poz journeys of two brothers from different starting points. One who has had the chase on his mind for a long time, and the other has just discovered poz chasing. Can't wait to learn which brother has more fun and who takes more poz cum!

1. Why do some tops not spank that ass, especially when it's already red? I have no idea but im not that into getting spanked so I don’t really care lol 2. Why do you prefer groups? Is it the depravity of it? It’s that plus the multiple options available and the higher likelihood of total satisfaction. Sometimes you can end up not fully satisfied with just one person and the more tops use me the more fulfilling it feels. 3. Even after all the cocks I've taken, I still get the gasp you're tight comments. Is that true or bs that tops just say? My doctor told me that I have a particularly tight hole. I’ve taken huge dick all my life but I still have to spend a few hours preparing my hole for a plowing to make sure there’s no tearing- i had a few of those situations and nobody wants a crime scene so I learned to pre lube and stretch beforehand but they still tell me how tight it is. 4. I've asked this before, but what's the impulse to grind an ass deep while cumming when continuing to fuck would feel better? I think it’s just the physical reaction to the orgasm plus the increased sensitivity at that moment. But some tops can keep going and I encourage all tops to learn how to keep fucking through the nutt because it feels amazing for both sides. 5. I've never topped, so I'm wondering why so many like to go balls deep pull out all the way, and repeat? Is it the visual of breaching the hole? That stroke is the most effective way to gape a hole. 6. When you've had a bad day, do you take it out on a bottom? Hopefully 7. Rank these orgasms: a. cumming while getting fucked (I've had this one), b. cumming after edging (ditto), c. cumming in an ass, d. cumming from bj A should actually be a multiple choice itself- there are more than one orgasm you can get from getting fucked - there’s the one where you jack off while taking it, the one where you’re on your stomach and cum from the friction or the hands free prostatic orgasm that most resembles a woman’s orgasm. Id choose that one over the others anytime.