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The sad and shocking reality of the gay app world. It is sad that Grindr is refusing to support the bereaved partner and his fight for justice for his late partner. Some of the things Grindr can do is to share information about: how many people has this underage profile/person contacted on Grindr? how long have they been on Grindr? have there been any complains against this person/profile? Grindr makes money off gay men and their sexual activities. It is time it protects their interests as well, and from the danger of sextortion i.e. Extortion based on sexual blackmail. Does Grindr even have a policy on sextortion? [think before following links] https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/c20k1zzr415o

Such a shame his life ended at such a young age.

Definitely looking forward to the next chapter . I wonder how long Scott has been off his prep.?

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I walked along the balcony of the second floor of the motel. It was a nice place...older, but not seedy. There were about 50 rooms, and it had a pool. I knocked on the door of room 37, and Kyle opened it to let me in. He had a big smile on his face, showing off those dimples that made me melt. We had met almost 2 years ago in an online chat room for older men seeking younger men. At the time he was 48 and I was 25, and we were both excited by the age gap, nevermind that we also hit it off really well. We had similar kinks and fetishes, and the sex was amazing. He also loved our size difference, since he was 6'4" and I was 5'7" and all of 130 pounds. He said he loved "wearing" me on his cock, and loved to talk dirty while we fucked. I even let him arrange a few 3ways because he said he loved watching other guys fuck me. I had wanted to try 3ways, but never had any until after I met Kyle. And since I was on prep, I didn't worry too much that the other top was a stranger. I asked him once if he ever asked the other tops if they were HIV poz, and he said, "sometimes. But you're on prep anyway." I still worried about him because I know he forgets to take pills and vitamins, and worried he would miss a dose or two. Once, while we were spooning after sex, he whispered that it was hot to think that one of the thirds might be poz. I shrugged it off since I was on prep, but he kept bringing it up, that it would be hot to watch poz guys fuck me. It obviously turned him on, and I started to think about it more and more. Then there was the time he confessed, afterwards, that the other top WAS poz. He didnt bother to mention it because we were both taking meds, but he admitted to being more turned on than ever watching a poz guy fuck me...even if there was no real risk. Hearing his confession surprised me a little, but not as much as how hard I got as I processed his secret. But that was almost a year ago now. Today was his birthday, and this was his party. There was a small sheet cake on the table with his name written on it, and a few un-lit candles. Also a pint of melting ice cream, a case of beer, and a couple brown bottles of Amyl. My gaze drifted across the HAPPY BIRTHDAY banner and balloon arrangement, then bounced across the faces of the other party guests with a passive smile and a friendly nod. Seven men smiled back at me, a couple tipping their beers to me as they did so. Seven men around Kyle's age, some with dad-bods. Seven men I had never met before, but who were all a part of my birthday present to Kyle. We cut the birthday cake and sang, then mingled a bit as we ate standing. They all knew I was Kyle's boyfriend, but only a couple knew my name. I didn't ask any of their names, and none of them offered it. When everyone had finished their cake, and a couple of the men lit cigarettes, I introduced myself. "Thank you guys for coming to Kyle's party, this is an important birthday for him. I know we've never met but I'm Kyle's boyfriend Scott." They smiled and nodded, and a couple mumbled, "Hi, Scott." I continued. "I gave Kyle complete control over the guest list as part of my birthday present." Kyle stood by with his arms folded, smiling knowingly. "This year, for Kyle's birthday, I am giving him my serostatus." There was silence for a moment, and then some of the men nodded.

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I totally understand that. I only have a good idea because I started having sex with guys when slut shaming was massive. I was expected to find a guy partner and be just like a hetero relationship, but with two guys, including sexula monogamy. I rejected that and much to the horror of my friends and disgust of a few then former friends, I indulged. I kept a count just to scandalize them. But as I became more aware that my numbers were not the norm, the more I wanted to keep a count just to see how massive a slut I was and could be. I wear my promiscuity and continually growing partner count on my sleeve and I encourage my fellow males to embrace it for the normality it really is. To know that I've had more sex partners in an afternoon than most males will enjoy in a lifetime ia huge rush to me and never gets old.

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That is fucking beautiful dude!! I'm glad you have a partner who understands your appetite for promiscuous sex. I am blessed with a husband who encourages and enables my promiscuity. I am in group use settings at least four days a month on top of and one-on-one play. With him it's not an issue of "cant' say no" but he knows I won't say "no" to penises and fists. He also turned me from a casual poppers user into a daily huffer and really challenged me to up my hole stretching for larger and larger toys and plugs. I am encouraged to indulge sexually when no guys are around to play with, so most mornings start out with a couple hour plugged and popperbating--some days end that way as well. The result has been a steady stream of sexual pleasure for my body (and a super used, loose and sloppy canyon hole). I feel so blessed to have an insatiable sex appetite the ability to indulge it, I can't begin to express my gratitude to the Universe for it all.

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Thanks for the positive reactions and comments. I’m perfectly happy to keep this story going, but what ideas do you have to help it tread some new ground and yet get as kinky as we can make it? This is my first attempt at a story, and as I said up front, I’m using AI. So I’m absolutely open to all requests, and criticisms too. and if any of you have thoughts about whether it’s appropriate to use AI this way, let me know that too. I’m all ears.

Chapter 5 The air in the sling room was thick enough to chew, a miasma of sweat, spent seed, and the acrid tang of chemicals that clung to the walls and saturated their very pores. The sacred silence that had followed Nate and Geoff’s union was broken by the click of a lighter. Brandon, ever the facilitator, the high priest of their new religion, was already preparing the next sacrament. He held the glass pipe, the bowl glowing a furious orange as he inhaled deeply, his chest expanding. He didn’t exhale. Instead, he crossed the room to where Nate was still leaning against the wall, his legs weak, his mind reeling from the seismic shift in his reality. “Open up, big brother,” Brandon commanded, his voice a low, intimate growl. He grabbed Nate by the back of the neck, pulling him into a rough kiss. As Nate’s lips parted, Brandon shot the thick, white cloud directly into his lungs, a shotgun blast of pure, unadulterated euphoria. Nate choked, sputtered, and then held it, his eyes rolling back as the wave crashed over him, washing away the last vestiges of the man he used to be. Brandon repeated the process with Geoff, who was still lying in the sling, his body glowing with a post-orgasmic sheen. Geoff accepted the smoke with a practiced ease, his glassy eyes fixed on his father. “Round two,” Brandon announced, a predatory grin spreading across his face. From the backpack, he produced another small syringe and a fresh, sterile ampoule. He expertly drew the clear, viscous liquid into the barrel. “Time to open that hole up properly, Nate. Get you ready for what’s coming.” Nate, lost in a chemical haze, offered no resistance. He simply bent over the bench, presenting his firm, muscular ass to his brother. Brandon pulled his cheeks apart, exposing the tightly furled bud. He squirted a glob of lubricant onto his fingers, worked it in, and then pressed the tip of the syringe against Nate’s sphincter. With a firm, steady push, he depressed the plunger, sliding the entire booty bump deep into his brother’s hole. Nate gasped, a sharp, electric jolt of pleasure-pain shooting up his spine as the dissolved crystal began to absorb directly into his tissues. His hole began to tingle, then to pulse, a warm, hungry ache spreading through him. Meanwhile, Geoff had prepared his own slam. With the focus of a champion athlete, he tied off, found a vein, and sent the charge rocketing into his own bloodstream. The effect was immediate and profound. His body tensed, every muscle straining as the fire flooded his system. A low, guttural growl rumbled in his chest, his eyes burning with a feral, possessive light. The boy was gone. In his place stood a virile, dominant bull, his nine-inch cock jutting out from his body, thick, hard, and leaking a steady stream of clear, potent precum. He had waited years for this moment, dreamed of it, and now, his father was finally his to claim. “On your back, Dad,” Geoff ordered, his voice deeper, rougher than before. “In the sling. It’s your turn.” Nate complied, his movements clumsy with lust and chemical surrender. He settled into the leather, his legs placed in the stirrups, his hole exposed and twitching with anticipation. Geoff stood between his father’s spread legs, his powerful frame casting a shadow over the man who had raised him. He ran a hand possessively over Nate’s thigh, the muscles tensing at his touch. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” Geoff began, his voice a low, intense murmur as he guided the head of his cock to his father’s slick, puckered entrance. “All those years, watching you, wanting to be just like you. But that’s over now. It’s time for you to earn your brand. It’s time for you to take what I’m giving you.” He pushed forward, sinking the first few inches into his father’s hole. Nate cried out, a raw sound of shock and overwhelming pleasure. The feeling was immense, his son’s thick cock stretching him, filling him in a way he’d never been filled before. “Fuck yeah, take it,” Geoff snarled, his hips beginning to move, a slow, deliberate drilling rhythm that forced more and more of his length inside. He leaned forward, his face hovering over Nate’s, a string of spit connecting his lips to his father’s. He opened his mouth and let the saliva drip directly onto Nate’s tongue. “You’re gonna take my fucking poz load, Dad. You’re gonna take my toxic cum right up your guts. I’m gonna breed you. I’m gonna impregnate your hole with my seed.” His thrusts grew harder, faster, the slap of his hips against Nate’s ass echoing in the small room. He brought his hand down hard on Nate’s butt cheek, leaving a red, stinging print. SMACK! “This is my hole now!” he roared, his control completely gone. “You hear me? You’re my fucking bitch! You’re gonna take my poz gift and you’re gonna thank me for it!” SMACK! He punctuated the declaration with another sharp slap, his rhythm turning into a brutal, possessive pounding. He was no longer making love; he was claiming, marking, seeding. He was pozzing his own father, fulfilling the ultimate purpose of their bond. Nate was lost, a vessel of pure sensation. The words, the slaps, the overwhelming feeling of his son’s toxic cock rearranging his insides—it was a nirvana he never knew existed. He met Geoff’s gaze, and what he saw there wasn’t a boy, but a god, and he was his willing altar. The pressure built in both of them, a frantic, desperate climb toward the inevitable. “Gonna fucking seed you! Gonna give you my biohazard!” Geoff howled, his body locking up as his orgasm hit him like a freight train. He buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing violently as he unleashed a massive, infectious load deep into his father’s guts. Nate felt the hot, potent flood, and it triggered his own climax, his cock erupting without even being touched, painting his own chest with thick ropes of cum. Their triumphant, explosive cries mingled, a symphony of incestuous, viral conquest. They lay panting, Geoff collapsed onto his father’s chest, his softening cock still plugged deep inside him. The door to the room creaked open, and Brandon’s voice cut through the haze. “Beautiful, boys. Absolutely beautiful.” He stepped aside, and a new figure filled the doorway. He was a mountain of a man, broad-shouldered and thickly muscled, with a salt-and-pepper beard and a familiar, predatory grin. It was Coach Kyle Simmons, Geoff’s high school wrestling coach, and Nate and Brandon’s oldest friend. “Kyle,” Nate breathed, his eyes wide. “Nate,” Coach Simmons rumbled, his voice a low gravel. He began to strip off his tank top, revealing the intricate tattoo that started as a black scorpion on his belly and traced a path down, disappearing into the waistband of his gym shorts. “Heard you were finally joining the club.” He hooked his thumbs into his shorts and pulled them down, freeing his massive, ten-inch cock. It was a formidable weapon, thick and veiny, already standing at attention. He’d stealthed countless men, a ghost in the night, leaving his mark without a word. But tonight was different. He stepped into the room, his eyes locking onto Nate’s well-fucked, cum-leaking hole. “Been a long time, my friend,” he said, stroking his monstrous shaft. “But I’m not gonna be a ghost this time. You’re gonna feel every inch of this. And you’re gonna know exactly what I’m giving you.” He smiled, and it was the smile of a shark. “Time to get your real first seeding, Nate.”