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Will you just stand there next to it? I love the idea, let us know if you try it.

I am wondering where this story is, where a brother tells his brother (I think in a bar) that he is poz. Somewhat later he is forced in a special room to poz his brother. I already searched the website but was not successful.

So, yeah, it’s been a while - since September of last year, believe it or not. Not for lack of desire, to be sure, but work and home life kept my opportunities to a minimum and when I did have a chance to hook up with someone, the typical ghosts and flakes came out of the woodwork and nothing ended up happening. That all changed this morning. It started yesterday, with a message on Grindr from a 55-year-old guy who informed me that his ‘lover’ was a total top who was into big chubs like me, and they only played raw. Music to my ears! We chatted back and forth a while, then he shared a screen shot of the other guy’s profile. Scrolling down through the profiles, I found him and sent him a message. Eventually, we swapped pics. I was getting a good vibe, so I shared my face first, then my X pics. He especially liked the one I always share that shows two men’s cum dripping from my freshly-fucked hole (it’s meant to reaffirm that I’m a ‘raw is law’ kinda guy). He replied with his pic, including one of a long, thick, uncut cock standing at full attention. I was salivating immediately. Alas, he had plans for the rest of the day, so we agreed to connect this morning. We’re both early birds, and when I opened Grindr over my morning coffee, I saw that he was already online. We picked up where we had left off. He hosted in an apartment downtown, and I knew it would be a quick drive on a Sunday morning. I hadn’t been able to get that cock out of my mind, and less than an hour later I was douched and on my way to his place. I found a spot on the street in front of his building and messaged him to let me know I had arrived. He came down to the lobby to let me into the building. I followed him onto the elevator and up to his apartment. As soon as the door was closed, our clothes came off. He never said a word, just handed me a brown bottle, bent over and started sucking on my tits. I felt my cock start to harden, and as I reached down I discovered that his was already rock-hard. Some dick pics give you a false sense of scale, but not his. It was as long and as thick as advertised! I spit on my hand and stroked it as he worked my nipples. At last he straightened up. “Get on the bed,” he instructed. I did as I was told, but since he didn’t specify how he wanted me, I lay on my stomach so I could hit the brown bottle. Before I could take my first huff, he had parted my ass cheeks and his tongue was on my hole. He worked it like a pro, darting his tongue in and out and making slobbery noises as his saliva ran down my balls and soaked the sheet beneath me. He was getting me ready, and I loved every electrifying second. The tongue went away and was almost immediately replaced by the head of his cock. I heard the lube bottle click, and a moment later he was sliding his way into my guts. I wasn’t sure what to expect, since it had been so long and he was so big, but my hole opened eagerly and he slid right in to the hilt, stopping only when his hips pressed into my ass. From there, he began rhythmically fucking me, taking his time so we could both savor the sensation. I squeezed my sphincter around his shaft a few times, each time eliciting a quiet moan from him. Then, without warning, he pulled out. I didn’t even have time to complain before his cock was in front of my face. I devoured it, taking it down my throat as he held my head in place and fucked my face. I choked and gagged, but one of the nice things about morning sex is that there was no food in my stomach! So I just coughed and gagged and spit saliva all over his cock. Freshly slicked, he moved back down the bed and climbed on top of me. He slipped back inside with ease and began hammering my hole as though his life depended on it. He raised himself up, supporting his weight with a hand on each of my shoulders, as he drove as deep as he could. Then he froze, a gasp escaping his lips. I squeezed my hole again and sure enough, I could feel the telltale spasms that meant he was emptying his balls inside me. Spent, he collapsed onto my back. I could feel the wetness of his sweat and hear his heavy breathing in my ear. His cock slipped out of my hole, and I once again felt a wet sensation running down my balls. I just lay there for a few minutes, basking in the glow of having been fucked – and fucked well – for the first time in eight months. At last, he climbed off me and pulled on his shorts. I dressed and we exchanged numbers, both of us intent on meeting again. I’m hoping that I can stop by after work on Tuesday. We’ll see!

My fuckbuddy has just been in touch. He wants to share me with another friend of his tomorrow. This friend apparently just wants to cum in my mouth which I can oblige with. At least the fuckbuddy will breed my ass.

At the age of 9 I became a bottom for my uncle. When I was 10 I became was a bottom for my uncle and his friends

Fantastic news @PupLucky! So glad new installments are on the way. And life does get in the way time to time, so you don’t need to apologize for that.

Chapter 2 In Fabian's hotel room. Just the beginning. We're sitting with a glass of champagne. My test’s running. Both still dressed, but already just in socks. My test comes back negative. Second glass. The champagne kicks in. I start playing footsie with Fabian. He touches my thighs. Strokes a little. I get up, go over. Sit on his lap. He grabs me. Asks: “You feel it?” Me: “Yeah. A bit. Should take off my pants. Feel it better.” I do it. Now I’m in my jock, sitting on him. Feel his bulge through his pants. He spreads my ass. His hard-on, still in his pants, presses into my crack. I get hornier. He says: “Close your eyes, my soon poz boy. Stand up for a second.” I stand. Hear fabric sliding. I know—his pants are off. He says: “Sit back down.” I sit. His bare cock against my ass. He holds me tight. Spreads my cheeks again. His dick slides into my crack. Already hard. Getting slick. Pre-cum. He: “You feel it, boy?” Me: “Yeah. I feel your poison cock. And your pre-cum on my neg hole.” I rock back and forth. My crack gets wet. Wet with pre-cum. Wet with his poz pre-cum. The champagne hits harder. I kiss him on the lips. He hesitates. Pulls me in. Kisses me. His tongue in my mouth. Passion. Lust. My neg hole’s slippery. Suddenly—his poz tip at my neg hole. Resting there. I move. His tip presses gently. Sharp sting. In. Just the head. More pre-cum. He says: “Once I’m more than halfway in, I’m not pulling out till I’ve bred you, boy.” His tip coats my insides with his poz pre-cum. Heat. He pushes me away. Strips naked. Fast.

Fucking hot teasing story….. hope you find time to write the next chapter

Hi guys, anyone else having trouble accessing the site? Not getting the home page. TIA

Luckily, I haven‘t been asked for condoms for years, but when it happend, I would refuse it. If a man wants to fuck a real slut like my, he will do it hard and bare. There is no other option.

Waiting on my first 💋

Damn, this last installment is hot! I love how this is moving deeper and deeper into Riley becoming a total pig!

I don‘t know who, perhabs my other uncle or my dad. Both would be nice, but my uncle has kept this secret.

Which family member/s do you hope have fucked you?

Mine are sitting out also. They're on an upper shelf in my sling room. Most people don't look at it, although the Oxballs Alien Tail is prominently displayed in its packaging. But I shouldn't do that. It's why their covered in dust and cat hair, and always need a cleaning before use. If I EVER use them, lol.

My gay uncle had fucked me for 5 years starting at 19 as he found out I‘m gay. He saw how I got bare fucked by a cock in a darkroom. He always fucked me hard, he knew I was poz and he was the person who told my dad (his brother) that I was a poz slut and he had been fucking me. He also offering my hole to his friends, homless guys and even two policemen. All of them fucked me bare. I was often blindfolded and he let a lot of guys breeding my hole. Once he told me that he wasn‘t the only family member who fucked me while blindfolded.

To overflowing containers. My whole life up until this point, I’ve always been searching for love. I used to think— romanticize— that love was something missing from me. That I was incomplete. And the world held the answer. Somewhere out there was a person who would find me, and fill the space. But over the past few years— and more recently, more profoundly— that perspective has shifted. Love isn’t missing. It’s everywhere. I love my family. I love my friends. I love writing. I love gaming. I love when people ask good questions— and when they give honest, messy, beautiful answers. I love curiosity. The kind that digs beneath the surface and asks Why do you do what you do? Who are you when no one is watching? And yes, when the time comes, I will love my partner. Not because I’m empty— but because I’m already full. I’ve realized— I am no longer searching for love in someone else. Because I am overflowing with it. It’s brimming from the top, spilling past the edges of my container. It runs down my sides, touching everything I do, everyone I meet. Now I’m looking for someone who can hold that overflow. Someone whose container is big enough— not perfect, but patched. No bottomless holes, no leaking cracks. Just someone who’s done the work, stitched their own soul back together enough to hold what I have to give. Which is a lot. And maybe— just maybe— my love can overflow his container too. ⸻ On a side note— I’ve been going on more dates lately. And the dates themselves have been excellent. But still, I keep getting the same messages: I had a great time with you, but I’m not in the right place for anything serious. Or I haven’t really been feeling the love emotion. And yeah— it stings. It disappoints me. It hurts. I’m not going to lie about that. But the hurt is short-lived. And I’ve learned to give myself a little pat on the back— because these days, I get back up faster. I don’t shield my heart. I don’t go cold. I stay open, even when it hurts. And I think a big part of that is the support behind me. The quiet anchors in my life. Family. Friends. The structure of work. The safety of home. These invisible hands— they lift me up off the floor. Every time. So I never really stay on the ground for long. Because isn’t that what love is about? It’s about choosing to open again and again, even when it would be easier to close. It’s about loving fully, knowing the risk. It’s about falling, but learning the art of getting up— softly, bravely, with both fists full of love anyway. And honestly, I wouldn’t want it any other way.

It does seem much easier to arrange to have tops show up one after another. As much as I love having a group of tops pass me around, it has been virtually impossible to set up.

Nothing like a belly full of shivambu✨️

Planning a Thursday evening/night no loads refused session to start of my weekend right

I'd love to see a meeting with his dad. See what happens 😜.

In the traditional sense as in I was the only bottom and there were multiple tops there specifically taking turns on me and using me to unload in, several times. Used to know a guy who’d arrange them for me. I just turned up and the tops would be there / arrive and I’d just take them, no questions asked. I’ve also had loads of sauna experiences where I’d be ass up and guys would take turns. It’s such a massive turn on. As a bottom though, I find it’s almost impossible to arrange. Most tops I’ve ever managed to get in the same place at one time was 4.

I always get hard when I see a new post from you. Great new chapter!

You need to think of your river of precum and big loads as a huge positive for breeders who love to see their bottoms enjoying their fuck.