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Red pubes on a fit young thing. I get hard just thinking about a ginger bush.

Well worth waiting for - thank you @LeatherGayBB

Folsom Berlin is piggy hotttt Btw no any idea needed for filling with sex your stay in Berlin. Berlin is automatically filled with sex. You will have sex even if you don’t want 🤣🤣🤣 (I’m not talking about rape but atmosphere)

This question brought back some very fond memories from my earlier days when my bf and I were out of control sluts. I was in my mid 20’s or so, so this would put me back in the late 1980’s possibly early 90’s. My live in BF was hiv+, I was still negative. I never used protection when I fucked him, and the few times he did me. we would visit Orlando Florida which was about a 1.5 hour drive from the west coast of Florida. There was a gay hotel called the Parliament House; pretty sure that was its name. It was a typical style motel with balcony walkways in front of the doors. Some doors would be wide open with fags naked on the bed with their asses exposed and ready. Some would have tops sitting in a chair with lube, poppers, soldiers, owe whatnot on the bed ready for a willing bottom to walk in and assume the position. when he and I got a room, I don’t remember ever just leaving the door open. Typically one of us would be at the door selecting who could enter. If he was on the bed, I chose who was allowed to go in and leave their kids. If he was at the door, he knew my type and typically only allowed the younger college aged, sometimes younger, guys to enter the room to service me. Orlando back than had at least two colleges/ universities. in the summer time, if the room was cold from the A/C being on, the big windows would have condensation on the outside due to the humidity. It wasn’t uncommon for guys to be whipping away the water from the glass to peak inside. Very fond memories.

I actually love it when a top is fucking me and pulls s out before cumming and feeds ame a big load. In some instances, it's really amazing. What I really like is being loaded at both ends. When a top drops off the kids and then pulls out and pumps my skull until he explodes again, that the best of both worlds.

So this is for more or less stupid or unimportant reasons why you’ve been denied or rejected for a hookup. I’ve been denied because my teeth weren’t perfectly straight, I have a slight gap up top and a slight overlap on the bottom row. In consequential but it was weird and not a normal denial

Sorry, for the delay... had to rewrite a lot, didn't feel the first draft. Hope you enjoy. Part 13 Mark is swallowing hard as another load of mine hits his throat. It is unbelievable, but since I got the flu, I am horny all the time. Even as Mark told me about his fuck with my brother Luke, I barely could keep my cock from leaking, my precum leaving a wet spot on my briefs. It has been four weeks since I got it and now, after all is back to normal, I am just ready to fuck all the time. ‘Thank you love’ I say with heavy breathing. ‘Oh, no need, but we need to get all that horniness somehow out of your system. I cannot fuck, jerk or suck you off every 2 to 3 hours. Even I have my limits.’ ‘I know. It really has become extreme. But what do you think I could do about it?’ ‘Maybe you could hit the gym a little more’ Mark says teasingly. ‘Are you calling me…’ Mark stops my rambling with a kiss, the taste of my cum on his lips and tongue. ‘No, but you have been lazy in the last weeks, well you were sick, but it’s time you get your groove back. I don’t want you to lose this nice big ass of yours’ He grabs my left cheek forcefully and envelopes me in another kiss. We keep making out for a few minutes, until the sound of the doorbell stops us. ‘Oh fuck, I guess that’s Luke and Tony. They are a little early’ I say quickly. ‘Well, you better open that. I still need to get dressed; you are at least somewhat presentable.’ Mark walks to the bedroom, his hairy naked ass bouncing beautifully. I pull my jeans back up and put my semi-hard cock safely away. I open the door and are greeted by a shy Tony; Luke is nowhere to be seen. ‘Hey Thomas, I know I’m a little early. But Luke said it would be okay’ he says quietly. ‘Of course, come in.’ I hug him but somewhat tells me he needs this more than just as a greeting. His arms wrap around my back tightly; his head lies on my chest and I pat his shoulder. ‘Tony, what is wrong? Is everything ok with Luke?’ I try to say as calmly as possible Tony steps back, his eyes red. ‘Oh yeah, sorry. No… no, this has nothing to do with Luke. Fuck, don’t worry about it, it’s just my stuff, nothing important’ ‘It looks important to me Tony, tell me’ ‘Well… I applied for a job and didn’t get it. It wasn’t even a good job, but they didn’t even invite me for an interview… and... I don’t know it just hurts.’ ‘Let me guess, your first rejection?’ I ask a little amused as Luke has told me, that Tony has been the best of his class with an impressive collection of internships, even internationally under his belt. He probably never got rejected in his life. ‘Well, yes.’ He says with a little smile ‘I guess I’m overreacting… being stupid’ ‘Stop, nothing about your reaction is stupid, and yes, rejections hurt, no matter in what circumstances or if you really wanted it or not. It is…’ But I couldn’t finish my sentence as Tony’s phone started to ring, he had an unbelievable awful ringtone. I gestured him to answer it in the living room, which he did reluctantly. Apparently, this wasn’t a normal caller. I gave him some space and walked to the bedroom looking for Mark, who was holding his rubber shirt with a big biohazard symbol on it in his hands. ‘Well, that’s a little on the nose, don’t you think?’ ‘Hey, come on… today we will figure out if you are finally poz, and I want to be dressed appropriately’ ‘Fine, just hurry. Tony is here and he isn’t in the best mood.’ But apparently that changed as we both heard happy screams in the living room. As we both enter, we see Tony fist pumping the air and jumping up and down. ‘Well…’ I break his celebration ‘I guess you got some good news?’ ‘Oh sorry… Yes, it was the best news… I got a job interview at an art gallery I already interned years back. I loved it there and they want me back, full-time… I am so happy’ He came to me and hugged me tightly, Mark throwing me a devilish look, which I dismissed with a warning stair. But Mark never listens to my warnings. ‘Hey, Tony why don’t we celebrate in style.’ Mark says teasingly. ‘You mean like this’ Tony answers and steps closer to Mark to kiss him deeply. My confusion is apparently written all over my face, because when both end their kiss, they look at me and start to laugh. ‘Oh love’ Mark starts ‘Tony is from here, Luke met him here, he is poz….’ ‘He is part of your group’ I say perplexedly. ‘Exactly, for almost two years now. Even though, he doesn’t know how he got poz, he embraced it full heartedly. And yes, we have fucked multiple times, but surprisingly not since I met you and he Luke.’ ‘Well, I guess we should change that’ Tony says with a voice I don’t recognise. He kisses Mark again and I still watch them like a moron, but then Tony breaks the kiss. In a very seductive motion, he turns around and his eyes find mine, while all of his body is pressed against Mark, whose hands slide all over Tony. But it is Mark’s kiss on Tony’s neck that gets me out of my confusion, and I finally take a step forward. Tony is now pressed between mine and Mark’s body. I look into Tony’s eyes and can see the lust, the hunger in them, which arouses me immensely. My rock-hard cock is pressing against my jeans, Mark’s hand already caressing it through the fabric. He moves his hands to my waistband and pulls us three even tighter together. At that point I can’t resist Tony’s mouth any more and kiss him hungrily. It is sloppy and wet but wow this little twink can kiss. I only break the kiss to welcome Mark’s tongue in my mouth, while I feel Tony slowly kissing his way down my shirt, which he is unbuttoning quickly. Only a minute later all our clothes are on the floor, we are still standing in the middle of the living room, thrusting our naked bodies against each other. Tony is now facing Mark, while my cock is riding along his ass crack. They are wrapped in a deep, sloppy kiss. Mark’s hairy chest against the smooth skin of Tony is just a strong beautiful contrast, that arouses me increasingly the more I look at them. I take a step back and sit myself on the couch, watching them both. I stroke my already leaking cock, the precum wetting my hand. When I motion to lick my hand clean, I feel another hand on my wrist. It is Tony, who is taking my hand and pushing it towards his ass crack, his ass hole. I understand immediately and with deliberate touches to my cock, I collect my precum to lube up his hole. Mark keeps kissing him throughout while I work his hole open. After what felt like seconds, but must have been a few minutes, Tony breaks the kiss with Mark and sits himself on my lap. He gives me a deep kiss, pulling my hair so my head tilts back forcing his tongue down my throat. While we kiss, Tony grabs my cock and positions it at his hole. He breaks the kiss and looks me in the eyes, before he let himself slide down my cock. Tony rides me violently, he might be looking like a nerdy twink, but he is a relentless fucker. As he rides me, Mark has decided to position himself on top of me, giving me his beautiful cock to suck, which is still the best tasting cock I know. After a while, I can feel Tony getting closer to the edge and Mark notices it too. But Mark has other plans, so he signals Tony to slow down his riding, which he does and then gives me a nod. I understand instinctively. Without a word I take Tony’s face in my hands and pull him towards me, trapping him in a deep kiss. My arms wander around his back to keep him bend close to me, and then I feel the shutter through his body as Mark enters him too. This was my first time DPing someone as a top, usually I take the cocks, do not give them. But feeling the muscles of Tony tense and relax brings me over the edge. I am so turned on by the sensation that I cannot announce my climax, but just flood Tony’s hole silently. Mark notices immediately as his thrusting is now slicker than before. However, we both hadn’t noticed that Tony already came, because after my cock slips out of his hole and Mark keeps fucking him while Tony still sits on top of me, I realise that my chest hair and stomach are covered in cum. As I look at my body and then back at Tony, I see a smile on his face. He is so beautiful and happy, I hope he will be my brother’s boy for a long time. Mark finally reaches his orgasm and collapses on top of us. Feeling the weight of Tony and Mark on top of me is sensational, I am drained of everything I’ve got, but my cock is already itching again. We entangle ourselves and relax on the couch, no one in a hurry to get cleaned up. Suddenly, we hear the door open as Luke, who still has keys from his last time here, enters the apartment. ‘Hey guys, I’m…’ But he cannot finish his sentence. He looks at us and a knowing smile shows on his face. ‘So, I guess you couldn’t handle that I beat you in our race, Tony’ Mark and I look at each other quizzically. ‘What race?’ Mark asked. ‘Oh, sorry’ Luke says with some embarrassment now ‘Tony bet, that he would sleep with Thomas before I could sleep with Mark, but I won and he is a sore loser’ ‘Well, I’m not sure you can call this losing’ I said teasingly. ‘Well, then he is second at least. Now, lets finish out brotherly race, I probably have lost, but here are the tests. Let’s go’ Luke took a seat on the couch and pulled out two hiv tests, which of course are only a way to decide our little race privately, but if positive a trip to our doctors is needed to have real confirmation. It is a surreal situation, three naked men, my little brother fully clothed and not bothered at all. We take the test separately, but Mark and Tony decided they would look at the results, to apparently increase the suspense. Mark of course has now put on his rubber shirt, the biohazard symbol flashing against the sun light, but that’s all he’s wearing his cock swinging peacefully between his legs. I stare at him and cannot believe this man has chosen me. ‘So, guys’ Mark interrupts my thoughts ‘We have the results, for one of you’ ‘What?’ I ask confused. ‘I already took a test yesterday…’ Luke intercepts ‘…and it’s neg. This is for you, hopefully this is your poz birthday. I don’t want to take that away from you’ I pull my brother towards me and give him a tight hug, realising a little late, that I am still naked. ‘Ah, next time please have at least your cock put away’ Luke scolds me ‘We have become quite open, but I don’t need to touch that’ he adds teasingly. We all laugh, but then Mark calms us down to give the results. ‘Thomas, my love, happy poz birthday, you are officially poz now.’ He shows me the test, which clearly confirms it. With a big smile on my face, I go to Mark and hug him tightly. Our cocks touching, while I start to kiss him deeply. Tony and Luke congratulate me, after I finally break free from Mark. As we sit on the couch, still naked except Luke, Mark’s face changes slightly. ‘Mark, everything alright?’ I ask a little to concerned. ‘Yeah, don’t worry… overthinking definitely runs in your family’ he says to Luke ‘I just realised something.’ ‘And what’s that?’ ‘Those two better leave now, because no matter what I said an hour ago…. I want to fuck you relentlessly today.’ Luke and Tony didn’t needed to hear another word, they were ready to get out of here quickly. But apparently not quick enough as Mark pulls me on his lap and pushes his cock inside, before Tony was fully dressed and Luke could close the door behind them.

Such a hot and insane story!

Wow… the pozzing cluedo continues… will it be the Dr with his lead piping… time will tell 😈😈

Great story!

Ass to mouth is the best way to finish getting fucked.

Will a full blown toxic AIDS pig would be so sweet.

Gentlemanly pig. I love it!

🤣🤣🤣 a toast to the experienced!

Good Luck! Hope you end up flooded, dripping and full of strange seed.

Any guys in the Springfield Ma area want to get naked and breed? One on one, groups, married, bi, DL, curious? Let’s do what we fantasize about.

Wow, that was intense 😈😈☣️☣️😈😈

Exactly! I know my holes been cleaned out, I can't say that for others.

There's a bottom with a tattoo on his side that says something like "want to get to heaven tonight then fuck me" he's in some pig boy Ruben scenes, if anyone has an idea please!

id love to do that with some full blown toxic AIDS pigs that is so fucking hot

Part 12: The Doctor's Gift as a Cure As you reach for your jeans, a shadow falls over the stall door. You look up. He's standing there, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed. The doctor. From your position on the floor, looking up at him, the bulge in his scrubs looks even more impressive, a formidable weight of flesh. His eyes are dark, fixed on you, and then they drift down to the mess on your chest and the trickle of cum leaking from your ass. A slow, dangerous smile spreads across his face. "Well, well," he chuckles, his voice a low, calm rumble. "I was wrong. You do know what you're asking for. And it looks like you've earned my gift after all." He pushes the door open and steps inside, closing and locking it behind him. He unbuckles his pants, his eyes never leaving yours. He pulls out his cock, already hard and angry-looking. The thick, heavy metal ring is still encircling the base, making it swell to an angry-red, almost purple color, every vein standing out like a roadmap on the engorged flesh. Thick, clear beads of precum drip from the tip, falling directly onto your face, one hitting your eye, burning and clouding your vision. He wipes some off with his thumb, smearing it across your lips like lip balm. "Taste that," he commands. "That's the real thing. Not that boy's little thrill. That's just the key." He reaches down, not to grab your arm, but to press two fingers against your pulse point, feeling your heart hammer against his touch. Then he grabs your arm and yanks you to your feet. He spins you around and slams you chest-first against the grimy tile wall, just like in his office. You feel his body press against your back, his cock hot and insistent between your ass cheeks. "That kid is just an amateur," he growls in your ear, his voice a venomous whisper. "Some college student chasing a thrill, fucking every bare hole he can find, exploring parties... a willing but innocent amateur. I saw his lab results: nothing a few pills can't fix. Importantly, HIV negative. So, a nice mindfuck, but no real risk there. But me... I have the real thing. He was the opening act. I'm the main event." He lines up his cock and slams into you, his entry made slick and easy by the student's load. You cry out, a mix of pain and profound ecstasy. He doesn't pause. He doesn't tease. He immediately starts fucking you with a furious, punishing rhythm, his hips a piston driving into you. "Feel that?" he grunts, his breath hot on your neck. "That's my toxic cock rearranging your insides. I'm chasing that boy's cum deeper into you, painting over it. Marking what's mine." "You wanted to be converted? I'm going to fucking convert you." His words are a torrent of filth and scientific fact, each one making you harder. "Every thrust is pushing my viral load closer to your bloodstream. That kid's reckless abandon is the welcome wagon for my army. The raw friction from his hard fucking together with whatever else he might have shared with you creates a perfect, fertile pathway. Essentially giving my bugs a ride to the front of the line. You're not just getting fucked, you're getting seized. Permanently." His pace becomes relentless, brutal. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoes in the small room. "You're going to walk out of here with my poison inside you. You're going to feel me for days. And when you get the flu, when your body finally surrenders, you'll know who did it to you. You'll know who claimed you – the person you seeked for help, who gave you the get-out-of-jail card that you decided to flush down the toilet. You deserve it!." With a final roar, he buries himself to the hilt. He reaches around and presses his hand flat against your lower stomach. His palm is warm, solid. The gesture shockingly gentle. He's holding you, anchoring you both in this intense moment. The touch focuses every sensation on that single point of contact where the hard, deep bulge of his cockhead presses against your inner wall. As his cock begins to pulse and spasm, you feel it from the inside, and his hand presses firmly, as if trying to feel the throb of his own climax from the outside. It's an unspoken, shared experience, a silent acknowledgment of the profound connection as he floods you with his essence. He stays there, panting, his weight pinning you to the wall, his warm hand still pressed against your stomach, a grounding point in the aftermath. After a long moment, he slowly pulls out. As the flare of his bulbous cockhead pulls out your ass lips, a trickle of the toxic juice begins to escape. Before it can run down your thigh, he presses two fingers against your hole, pushing the escaping seed back inside you. "Don't waste it," he growls. "Every drop counts." He then brings those two glistening fingers to his own lips, tasting the mixture of your ass and his cum, a final, possessive act. He gives you a rough shove, stepping back. You slump against the wall, utterly spent, cum leaking from your ass and your own load drying on your chest. He calmly tucks his cock back into his scrubs, buckles his belt, and pulls a prescription pad from his pocket. He scribbles on it, tears off the sheet, and holds it out. "Same as the college kid will get," he says, his voice once again cold and professional. "Standard dose." He pauses, then adds with a cruel smile, "For the other... there's no cure." You take the paper, your hand trembling. He turns to the door. "See me in four weeks," he says, without looking back. "Maybe the result will be more to your expectations then." He unlocks the door and walks out, leaving you alone, shaking, loaded with two men's cum, and holding a prescription for the temporary distraction, while forever carrying the one you can't cure.