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I still remember this scene like it was yesterday.. Going back at least 12 - 13 years.. Downtown Philly.. Famous adult theater.. Sleezy was an understatement back then. Really miss those days at times.. It was late, Thursday night I think.. I know I had a few drinks up in me and just discovered the joys of poppers.. I was by no means a virgin, having my boy cherry taken at the wee age of 11, but still new the adult underworld scene.. Ive been in this place before and had great sucks and fucks, but tonight would be a first.. Yes, I was drunk and horny.. It was pretty dark in there as usual. I walked around for a few.. Sucked a dick here and there, but, really wanted to get fucked real quick before jumping in the subway to head home.. There was two theater's. One large theater with a dark room in the back and the other was a smaller theater with hidden spots behind the screen and a dark, small bathroom in the back.. After watching a white guy get sucked off by two black guys, I could hold out no longer.. I walked into the big theater and noticed, towards the front, there was a nice looking black guy, third seat in, slowing jerking a nice dick.. There were about 4 guys standing close watching him and the movie on the screen. Being the young slut I was, and never scared to be watched, I walked on down and took the last seat to feel things out.. This guy had a nice, hard dick, pre cum was starting to leak out the top.. He gave me the sign and I leaned over and took the entire thing in my throat. His pre cum was nice and tasty.. While feasting on his dick, I didn't find it weird when his hands started to feel my ass.. I didn't think anything of it when his hand went down my pants and started to feel my hole.. I started to get a little nervous when I felt another pair on hands feeling over my ass, then pulling my pants down, but all that went out the window when I felt the tongue snaking up my tight hole.. Who ever was eating my hole was doing a great job, making me suck the dick in my mouth better and better.. Being a young cum slut, raw fucking was never an issue, even back then, so when I felt a raw dick being pushed into my hole, I just relaxed and let it happen. I figured, I'd take this fuck, eat this dudes nutt, bust my own nutt and bounce on out... And that was the plan.. Until.. The first guys came and and I noticed, the dude I was sucking was increasing his grip on my head/shoulder.. That's when I felt the 2nd dick slide into my cummy hole.. Like a jack rabbit, this dude pumped fast and hard.. Came in less than 3 minutes.. Pulled out and as I tried to lift myself, that's when 3 things happened.. An open bottle of poppers was shoved under my nose.. I felt another pair of hands holding me down.. A 3rd dick slammed up my went hole and this fucker was massive.. I cried out some, but on one really heard.. After I hit the poppers, another dick was slammed in my throat to hold the sounds so all one could hear was that sounded like me moaning.. I had to choice.. Spit roasted in an adult theater, pants just down around my ankles.. Didn't help, I was rock hard.. The new dick in my mouth came fast and hard and swallowed it all.. Didn't really have a choice as he nutted deep in my throat.. As Im swallowing his load, the new dick was slamming hard and fast up my ass, damn near breaking the seat I was leaned over.. Another dick is shoved in my throat and just cums... I swallow hard a fast. That sent the guy fucking me over the edge as he slammed in hard and shot a massive load up my tender hole. The original sucker moved my head over his still hard dick and makes me finish him off, as I felt another dick slam into my ass and just cum.. Then another, just slammed into my ass and just came.. When the third dick, (number 6 of the night) slide me and came, dude I was sucking shot a massive load right down my throat.. Damn near chocked on it, but got it all down.. At this times, I was finally let up as dude I was sucking was done and wanted to get up and leave.. I looked around and noticed, things were pretty empty down where I was.. As I attempt to stand and pull my my pants, I feel a hand on my ass.. This little latin guy whispered in my ear if he could suck my hole out.. I took him to a more private corner, bent forward and unloaded all the nutt up my hole in his mouth and he loved it.. He licked and sucked my hole nice and clean and I was kind enough to reward him with my load, right down his wanting mouth..

Chapter I. My boy and I were planning on day-tripping out to Fire Island. We had our swim suits, towels, and a picnic lunch, all ready for spending some quiet time on the beach. It was a gorgeous day, and as we lounged, we enjoyed checking out the hot guys, some of whom were sunbathing naked. As my boy frolicked in the surf, I slather myself in sunscreen and fell asleep. When I woke up, some time had passed, and there was no sign of my boy anywhere. I entertained myself with my book for a while and then figured I would ring his cell phone to see when he was coming back. Of course, he had left his phone in the carry bag which was next to me on our towel, so I had no way of reaching him. As the afternoon moved into early evening, I became increasingly concerned, as the hour was approaching for the last ferry back to the main land. Just as I was about to pick up everything and see if he was somewhere in town, he reappeared walking down the beach with a super cute 20-something, who was wearing a tiny speedo and, I noticed, filling it out very well. They were carrying on like they were best of friends. My boy casually introduced me to Blake. Apparently, they had gone to school with each other and fallen out of touch. I got the feeling that they might have fooled around when they knew each other, and it crossed my mind that they may have fooled around while I was asleep on the beach. Blake had his arm wrapped around my boy's back and it seemed like his fingers were slipping into my boy’s board shorts. "We're about to miss the last ferry," I commented, only to learn Blake had invited us to crash at his beach house for the night. The house had five bedrooms, and only four of them were taken for the weekend, "...not that there will be a lot of sleeping going on tonight..." Blake muttered. "Why not? Thanks," I accepted, and with that the three of us we headed to the house, where, upon arriving, my boy and I were introduced to Blake's much older, much heavier, much hairier boyfriend, Tom, who, like the three of us, was wearing shorts, but unlike the three of us, Tom was also wearing a polo shirt. Even so, I could easily see his hairy chest, pot belly, and firm nipples poking out of the shirt as it stretched across his broad chest. Blake broke-out a bottle of vodka, and between the four of us, it went down very rapidly. Tom and Blake were sitting on either side of my boy on the sofa, and I was in the only chair in the living room. I could swear that they were getting closer and closer to my boy, until their legs were all touching, then crossing over each other. Tom put his hand on my boy’s thigh and when my boy didn’t complain, he slowly inched it up to my boy’s crotch until he was cupping my boy’s balls. Rather than feeling uncomfortable, I found myself turned-on, as was apparently also my boy. At least it sure looked like he was getting hard. Neither of us had fooled around outside of our relationship in a long time, and neither of us were particularly interested in heavyset hairy guys, but we didn’t stop what was clearly happening. Blake leaned in close to my boy and Tom used his free hand to steer my boy’s face into Blake’s. The two kissed gently, then harder and harder until they were full on making out. Blake’s sizeable cock worked its way out of the waistband of his speedo and my boy wrapped his hand around it. Blake steered his head to Tom, and Tom dove into my boy like a man possessed. I felt like a third wheel, but didn’t know how or if I should participate. My boy seemed to be enjoying himself, and they were only making out, and maybe a light jerkoff, so I didn’t stop anything from happening. Blake looked over at me and gave me a ‘come hither’ glance. I stood up, my raging hard-on fighting to be free of my swimsuit. ‘You guys wanna fuck,’ he asked rather directly. My boy moaned approval as he continued to suck Tom’s face. Blake had me come over to him and he forced me to kneel in front of him on the floor. My boy saw that I was about to be forced to go down on Blake and he murmured, "Fuck yeah. Suck his cock! It tastes so good!" It was then that I knew they must have fooled around earlier in the day because he had only kissed Blake up to that point. Blake grabbed the back of my head and forced his thick eight inches deep into my throat. I surprised myself by not gagging. I let him fuck my mouth, as his dick oozing sweet and salty precum into my throat. My face buried in Blake’s crotch, I couldn’t see what my boy and Tom were doing, but I sensed them moving around on the couch. When Blake let me come up for air, I saw that my boy was sitting on Tom’s lap. Tom’s dick was out of his shorts and my boy’s shorts were gone. I saw my boy’s ass crack shiny with Tom’s precum and he was squirming around trying to get that dick to ‘accidentally’ enter him. I was okay with us fooling around, but I didn’t know these guys and was wary of fucking at all, especially fucking raw! After a few minutes of watching my boy try to get fucked by a bear he had just met, Blake reached over and grabbed his boyfriend’s cock, suggesting "Let’s help them out, shall we?" he said as he grinned at me. Blake took my hands and guided them to my boy’s ass. "Spread those cheeks wide so he can get some of what Tom’s gifting." I did as I was told, mesmerized by the bare sex show playing out only inches from my face. Blake guided Tom’s thick stubby drooling cock into my boy’s hole, and I did nothing to stop it. I helped force my boy’s cheeks wide to make Tom’s access easier. My boy grunted as he lowered himself onto Tom’s wet dick. No lube, not even spit, just Tom’s precum. And it popped right in, deeper and deeper. After he raised and lowered himself a few times, I saw Tom’s cock covered in white juice. It dawned on me that my boy had been fucked while I was asleep. Blake, or someone, had bred him and seeded his ass. Blake held my head down and told me to lick Tom’s cock. When my boy raised up, I flicked my tongue across Tom’s dick and could distinctly taste cum mixed with my boy’s ass juice. Blake re-positioned himself behind me, and I knew he was going to fuck me. He worked his dripping cock, still wet from having deep-throating me, and eased it along my ass crack. He held one hand on my head, forcing me to lick Tom, with his other hand on my ass. He roughly entered me with three fingers. I winced at what must have been his fingernails. I worried that he was cutting me open back there, and then groaned with pain as he thrust his thick cock balls deep into my gut. The sensation changed as he held himself inside of me. I felt so full. Blake used both hands to hold my hips and pile drive my pussy, which allowed me to look up. My boy was craning his neck around to watch his friend breed me. Tom grunted "I’m getting close. Wanna knock these boys up together? Wanna fill them with our special seed?" "FUCK YEAH!" Blake shouted as he picked up his pace. Tom exclaimed "Fuck, I’m cumming! Filling your ass with my POZ cum! This is what you wanted, right?" "YES, YES, YES," was all my boy could muster. Blake jackhammered into me and then held himself deep in me. He just grunted. I couldn’t feel it, but I knew he was cumming inside me, and I was almost certain that he too was POZ. The thought alone was enough to make me cum, hard, without even touching my dick. I sprayed all over the front of the sofa and the floor. Blake forced my head down to lick up my own cum, saying "Share that with your boy. Don’t swallow. It might be the last NEG load he gets tonight!" As I was licking up my cum, we heard a series of hoots and hollers from the porch. I guess the rest of the house guests had arrived, and found us as sweaty mess, both me and my boy leaking toxic cum from our holes. Tom’s stubby cock was still firmly planted in my boy’s hole and I had a mouthful of cum. Blake forced my boy’s head back and I snowballed my seed into his mouth. He loved it. The guys, four couples broke into applause at the scene they had walked in on. The guys were generic Chelsea muscle beauties, each and every one of them. They had names like Colt, Steve, Brad, Chet, Brett, and Cliff. I would describe them individually, but they all blended together into one mass of tanned taught muscle and six plump packages straining to escape their trunks. I wanted to ask my boy to fill in the blanks for me. I wanted to know if, while I was asleep on the beach, he really had talked about taking POZ seed from these guys, but, I wasn’t going to get a chance. Tom and Blake introduced us to our housemates and showed us our room. They told us to freshen up so we could get ready for a party, but Tom was careful to tell us not to clean out our assholes, advising "You boys keep that seed simmering inside you. It’ll take some time to seep in, and you’ll want to be cum-lubed in case your holes see more action tonight." Turns out that that night was going to be a big blow out celebration on the beach, and I knew it was going to be a long hard night. To be continued…

If turning poz made your dick grow to 11", most of the men in the world would have been chasing for the last 25 years.

Its Saturday afternoon and I'm bored so I decide to go to the ymca for a workout. Haven't been there in while but decided I better use it before my membership expires. I walk in and it's pretty dead. Only one other older man working out in the weight room. I'm still a young guy , only 19 and still very slim and twinky. This older man must have been in his 50's , stocky and muscular. Obviously very strong. I started to work out and got on the bench to do some bench presses. Of course I only put 40 pounds on the bar ! but I didn't want to strain myself or get stuck with a bar on my chest ! As I'm pumping the older man comes over and say's " Hey , let me help , I'll be your spotter ! " I said " sure " As I'm laying there he stands over me and I can see up his shorts.. He's commando and he has a really big dick. At 19 I'm still a little confused (denial) about my sexuality but knew I was attracted to cock. I couldn't help but look at his big cock. I think he spotted me looking. Next thing I know as I'm pumping my 40 lbs I can feel my cock getting a hard on. I'm sure he must have noticed. I finished up my workout and thanked the man helping me . I decided to hit the showers. The older man was already in the shower. I kept thinking to myself , don't get a hard on ! Don't look at his cock !" At first I was fine , no hard on , I walk into the opposite side and turned on the shower.. My little twinky ass was facing him as I did my best to just take a shower and not look at around his big cock so I wouldn't get a hard on. But as I showered I couldn't help but get aroused knowing he man across the shower had a big yummy looking cock.. I got a hard on anyway , though I tried my best not to. I'm showering trying to get my cock down but I couldn't help it , I had hard on and it wasn't coming down.. I tried not to let him see it by not facing his way.. The man says from across the shower " you sure do have a cute ass" I couldn't believe what I just heard.. I turn my head around keeping my hard on out of view and there he was with a big hard on.. I couldn't help but look.. He grabs his big cock and strokes it while I'm looking.. My cock is frozen hard so I give in and I turn around and expose my hard on.. Man says " anytime I see a cute little twink with a hard on looking at my big cock it only means one thing " I said nothing .. The man walks toward me , his big cock , hard as hell , was coming at me swinging back and forth with each step.. I was froze in a trance staring at this big cock coming at me .. he commands to me my knees and I obeyed. I was to be dominated and I let it happen.. The man say's " you ever suck a poz cock ?" I said nothing .. I had often masturbated fantasizing about sucking and fucking big poz cock while reading stories on the breeding zone. My fantasies were coming true and I liked it. He guides his big poz cock toward my lips in a seductive manner guiding it across my lips , I didn't even hesitate as I wrapped my lips around his big poz cock and began to swirl my tongue over the head.. He say's " oh yeah , suck it good boy!" " I knew you were a little gay twink boy minute I saw you." as he now has my head and is slowly mouth fucking me.. It wasn't long before I got my first taste of his poz precum.. My cock is ridged hard .. it was then I knew I was a gay sub twink and there was no turning back. I just needed a dominate top man to make me come to the realization that I'm a bottom boy.. Suddenly another man walks into the shower while I'm sucking cock.. I was embarrassed but he held my head and made me suck it.. Apparently they knew each other. He was another older man with a big cock.. The man say's " Hi Kevin , I got a little twink boy to share ! " Kevin says " Hi Bob , I see!" Next thing I know Kevin has a big hard on and is also standing over me stroking his cock.. I reached up and grabbed his cock while still sucking off Bob's big cock.. I switch over to Kevin's big poz cock ! Kevin says " Oh yeah , your good little cocksucker , you like that big poz dick don't you boy !" I found myself sucking off two poz men.. My cock was extremely hard and started dripping precum .. Bob says to Kevin " lets take our boy back to the conversion room".. I knew what that meant .. I was nervous but I let it happen , I deserved to be pozzed for going with these guys.. My cock stayed ridged hard as I was led back to the conversion room.. It was a small room with a couch. Bob laid back on the couch and ordered me to suck his big poz cock.. As I sucked Bob , Kevin moved in behind me.. Soon I felt his big poz cock rubbing my ass crack.. Kevin kept rubbing his big poz cock back and forth across my ass crack . it felt really good , he made me want it ! Kevin slowly worked his big cock head in my ass.. Kevin say's " your a tight little twink !" It started to become hard to concentrate on sucking Bob's big cock while Kevin was head fucking me.. he kept slipping the head in and out.. his precum kept making it slicker.. soon kevin was able to drive it in balls deep.. Kevin says " yeah boy , take all that dick !" " Don't worry boy this won't take long , I'll cum in your tight hole in no time !" Kevin grabs my hips and keeps it deep for a minute then starts to pound my ass . Only took a few minutes of pumping me deep inside my ass before he unleashed his poz load .. I could feel his cock twitching as he pulsated his poz load one squirt at a time deep in my ass.. I had just took my first injection of poz cum.. Kevin pulls out and say's " your turn Bob , come get some of this tight ass !" Bob put me on my back on the edge of the couch and spread my legs , his big poz cock slipped right in as my ass that was dripping cum .. Bob's started pounding me .. Bob say's " oh yeah , you got a nice tight hole ! I'm fixin to drop a huge load in your ass !" Bob was fucking the shit out of me.. I just continually moaned as Bob pounded my prostate.. Soon Bob made me cum without even touching my cock.. I shot my load all over my stomach ! My cumming made Bob's big cock swell and Bob could no longer control his urge to cum deep in my ass.. As I cummed Bob lets out a loud grunt as he lets loose his first shot of poz cum deep in my ass.. We were cumming at the same time, I must have shot a dozen squirts of semen with each stroke deep in my ass .. Bob seemed to cum for over a minute ! He made sure I took it all his poz load.. The conversion was complete .. Within 4 weeks I had "the poz flu".. I was now a tribe member..

Recently it seemed every patient has having a hernia repair. The men come out in scrotal support which is just a flimsy jock strap. As the latest guy woke up from the anesthesia he wanted to see the dressing so I pulled up his gown and showed him, making sure to run my hands around his abdomen and around his crotch asking if it was tender or hurt. Later he asked if I could remove the support because it was near his dressing and was bothering him. After removing it he laid back spread his legs and relaxed. I stepped away to get him something to drink and when I returned he had kicked off the covers his hands were under his gown slowly moving. I teased him saying "It looks like you have your hands full." He just grinned and continued jacking. Anesthesia and pain medication make people relax and do all kinds of things. As I leaned over to check his dressing, his free hand brushed over my cock. He did it a few times and then he saw I was not going to object, he took a firmer hold of my cock, which was still in my scrub pants, so I reached down, unzipped and pulled my cock out. We jacked each other for a minute or so, and then he slid down a bit, leaned over, and took my cock into his mouth. After a few minutes he looked up at me and whispered, “My boyfriend would love to get his hands on this!” I bent over and licked the head of his cock and sucked him all the way down. He relaxed his legs and my fingers searched out his hole. I slowly wet a finger and pushed it inside him. I found his prostate and worked it as I sucked him. Within a short amount of time he shot a nice load in my mouth. Later as he was getting ready for discharge, his boyfriend was helping him get dressed in the bathroom. I knocked, asking if they needed any help. Upon opening the door, I found my patient was sucking his boyfriend's cock. I smiled and they motioned me in. I stood behind the boyfriend and rubbed his ass while he reach back to massage my cock through my scrub pants. The patient looked at me and said "Fuck him." I got on my knees and rimmed his ass then stood up and sunk my cock into his boyfriend's hole. Knowing we did not have much time, I could only give him a quick, hard pump and dump, fucking my load into his ass. When I was finished he pulled off, turned around, and sucked my cock clean. I bent to kiss the patient who had a load of his boyfriend's cum in his mouth which he shared with me. The whole thing did not take long, but fuck was it hot. I have gotten together with them a few more times for longer sessions but none comes close to fucking at work.

I LOVE all guys...LOL Seriously, a skinny nerdy young guy, who turns out to be a perverted dominant top with a big cock is a DREAM come true

PART I In the summer of my senior year in high school, I had just turned 18, I suddenly started looking less like a boy and more like a man. I gained 20 pounds of muscle, jumping two full weight classes on the wrestling team. My chest became muscular and defined almost overnight. My boyish stomach developed into six distinct muscles that flexed and tightened on demand. In addition, my ass wasn’t flat anymore - it was a genuine bubble butt, a jockboy muscle ass. Even my dick seemed to get fatter and longer. Girls started noticing me. And something else started happening, also: when I walked around town, the occasional man would shoot hungry glances at me, devouring me with his eyes. The truth is, I wanted to be devoured, and every night, when I quietly jacked my dick under the covers, I’d think about my wrestling coach, Mr. Pitt. He was in his late 30s, with jet-black hair and dark, playful, wolfish eyes. He always had a thick layer of scruff on his square jaw, and his torso was just fucking perfect: I’d never seen him with his shirt off, but he definitely had a hairy chest, and his hard pecs were always visible under his tight-fitting polo shirt. From the moment I met the guy, I jacked off almost every night wondering what his cock looked like, imagining what it would be like to touch that chest, that hair, those nips. The assistant wrestling coach, Mr. Strickland, was every bit as hot. A former college wrestler now in his mid-20s, he was a dirty-blond, green-eyed Midwestern jock dude with a massive bulge in his crotch. One time I happened to see him playing basketball shirtless, and I just stopped and stared: his schlong bounced up and down in his loose gym shorts, and his muscled chest was covered with a sexy layer of dark-blond fur. Coach Pitt and Coach Strickland—the brown-haired dude and the blond guy. They were like the Hardy Boys, all grown up, strutting around the halls of our high school with their dress pants stretched tight around their cocks. At the beginning of my senior year, Coach Pitt started paying a lot more attention to me. He made me team captain. He and I would often demonstrate wrestling moves together, and sometimes his hand would linger on my ass after he’d pinned me to the mat. And like all team captains at our school, I was responsible for helping him clean up the equipment after practice - which meant that I got to the locker room 30 minutes late every night, after all my teammates were gone. Then I’d shower by myself, get dressed, and head home. But something funny happened about a week before Christmas: after my shower, I was toweling off in front of my locker, bending over the bench to grab my briefs. And I swear I felt someone staring at me. I turned back toward Coach Pitt’s office, but he was concentrating on some paperwork at his desk. I began slipping my briefs up my calves and thighs, snapping the elastic around my butt, and again I sensed someone was watching - but when I looked up, Coach Pitt wasn’t looking at all. I figured my mind was just playing tricks on me. The next night was even weirder. After I got dressed, I walked past Coach Pitt’s office. His office was composed of two rooms: the front room facing the lockers, and a back room suited for physical therapy and private meetings. The door to the backroom was just barely open, and through the crack I could see Coach watching something on a computer. His back was turned to me, but as I looked closer, I could see that it was porn. And not just any porn - it was gay porn. From what I could tell, Coach Pitt had both of his hands on his cock, jacking like crazy to a scene where some dude was pounding a tight muscle hole. But then he suddenly froze in place, as if he could sense me watching. He tilted his head to the side, listening. And before he could turn around, I ducked out of the locker room and into the night. The next day was the last day of school before Christmas break. As I showered up, Coach Pitt poked his head into the shower room. “Hey, buddy,” he said. I looked over at him. He was only wearing a towel loosely draped around his hips. I stared at his perfect hairy chest, his taut abs, the dense thicket of hair just above his cock bulge. His body was even hotter than I’d imagined in all my jack-off fantasies. A few moments passed before I realized that I was staring. Startled, I looked toward the wall. “Didn’t mean to scare you, Lance,” Coach said, cracking a devilish grin. “Do you mind if I shower in here? The shower in my office is on the fritz.” I shrugged, trying not to reveal my excitement. “Cool,” I managed to croak. He swaggered to the opposite wall and turned on a showerhead. Meanwhile, my cock, no longer a boy’s little dick, but a man’s cock, fat and veiny, began to throb and grow. Then I heard his voice “You’re looking really great these days, Lance.” I turned around to look at him, and saw something I hadn’t even dared to see in my dreams. Coach Pitt stood under a full stream of water, his eyes closed, his face turned upward into the shower, shampoo streaming down his torso, down his abs. As my eyes descended down his body along with the water and the suds, I saw that everything was cascading around his giant cock. He was completely hard. His beautiful dick extended a full nine inches from his abs - a man’s cock, that made me feel like a boy all over again. Panicked, I turned back to stare at the wall. My dick was also now totally hard. I wasn’t sure what to do. Then Coach Pitt spoke. “Hey, Lance? Everything okay?” After a moment’s hesitation, I rotated my torso to face him, trying to hide my giant boner. He was still standing underneath the water, but now his legs were shoulder-width apart, his hands tweaking his nips, his hard cock visibly twitching. And there was a big ol’ grin on his handsome, scruffy face. I stared openly. I didn’t want to say anything. If this was a dream, I didn’t want to wake myself up. “You have the cutest fuckin’ butt, dude,” he said, reaching down to yank on his dick. “I’ve jacked my cock so many times thinking about your little jock ass.” He paused, then smiled. “You like my dick, huh? I knew you were a little cockhound the moment I saw you at your first practice back in freshman year.” I kept staring. He let out a low chuckle, then gripped his cock with his hand, the muscles in his forearm tensing as he began jerking off in front of me. “You wanna touch my dick, Lance?” he asked. “It’s cool, buddy. Just say it. You wanna touch Coach’s cock, huh?” I nodded. “What was that, boy?” “Yes, Coach, I want to touch your dick.” His smile got even bigger. “Good boy,” he said. “You smoke weed?” “Yes, Coach.” “C’mon, then,” he said. “Let’s go to my office. Hang out. Have a little fun. Cool?” “Yeah, OK,” I said, my body shaking with excitement. I followed him through the front office and into the back office. He closed and locked the door, then turned to face me. He brushed his hand against my chest, then reached around to the small of my back, drawing me closer to him. I could feel the heat of his breath. “Actually,” he said, “wanna try something even more fun than pot?” “Sure, yeah,” I answered. At that point I would have done anything - absolutely anything - to keep this dream from ending. He walked over to a desk drawer, opened it, and removed a glass pipe. “You’ll like this, buddy,” he said. All I could do was nod. I couldn’t believe I was standing in Coach Pitt’s office, the two of us in nothing but towels. “Here: put it to your mouth. I’ll light it. Wait. Just wait for it. You’ll see a little wisp of smoke coming out of this hole here, and then you start inhaling. Now. Start. Good boy. There you go. Keep inhaling. Good.” I blew out a cloud of white smoke. “Do it again,” he said. I obeyed. And a third time. And a fourth. Then he took the pipe and lit it for himself, blowing the smoke into my mouth, then kissed me, his beard rough against my lips. He growled, asking “How ya doing, buddy?” I wasn’t sure how to answer that. My head was buzzing. My cock was unbelievably hard. And something in my butt - well, it almost ached. Like the beginning of a hunger pang I’d never felt before. Coach Pitt dropped his towel, then removed mine. He stepped closer, rubbed his nips against mine, his cock against my stomach. Then he kissed me as his hands wandered down to my jock butt, each hand on an asscheek, spreading my hole. I arched my back just a little bit, and my ass spread wider. He grinned. “That smoke made your hole hungry, huh?” I nodded, and he laughed again. “I’ve got a confession, boy,” he said. “My office shower’s actually working. I just wanted an excuse to get naked with the hottest little stud on my wrestling team.” He leaned in to kiss me again, and this time I kissed him back, hungrily. He growled as his fingers hovered over my hole. “You ever take a man’s cock in this sweet little cunt?” I shook my head. He pulled me closer, grinding his abs against mine. “You gonna give up your smooth, pink, tight virgin ass to Coach? Let Coach dick you deep, slap his balls against your ass, pound you like the sweet hungry fagboy you are?” “Yes, Coach.” “Yes Coach what?” “Please fuck me, Coach. I want your dick inside me so fucking bad.” “Thatta boy," he said, then paused. He lowered his voice. "You gonna make Coach wear a rubber?” I didn't answer right away. Everyone's supposed to use rubbers, right? But then Coach slipped his hand back around my butt and spread my fuck hole with two fingers. “Your Coach fucks the way men are supposed to fuck. Raw. Natural. I want to feel the skin of my fat cock head splitting your little jock butt wide open. I want to feel the heat and hunger of your virgin hole against my bare dick. And you’ll let me do that, won’t you? Because you’re Coach’s good boy. Right, Lance?” “Yes, Coach. Fuck me the way you want.” “That’s what I like to hear. A true bottom boy surrenders his hole to raw dick. That right?” “Yes, Coach. Fuck me raw.” “And I won’t pull out until I’ve pounded my boy’s hole full of seed.” I don’t know why, but with those words I almost shot my load without even touching myself. Coach saw my eyes get big, and he grinned. “See? You know, and somehow you’ve always known, that a man’s cum is what you need in this sweet little butt. I want to train my boy to spread his boy hole for cock. Beg for seed like a good bottom. The best bottom.” “The best bottom,” I murmured, nodding. “Let’s get you cleaned out, boy. I’ll show you how to get your ass ready for Coach.” With that he took me back to his private shower and pointed to a little red plastic bulb. “This has some liquid in it already,” he said to me. “It’s a homemade recipe to help my boy get ready for dick.” He reached down, spread my pink hole a little bit, and inserted the tip of the douche. Then he gave a hard squeeze. “Clench your butt, Lance. Keep it up in there.” At first I didn’t feel anything, but then my head began to tingle, and my dick twitched, and I felt a warmth and a deep, dark hunger radiating out from my guts. My butt seemed to pulse with a need to be touched, licked, fingered, fucked, filled. Coach Pitt smiled. “You feel that?” I nodded. “That, boy, is what it’s like to douche with your Coach’s slam piss. You don’t know what slam piss is, but you will. Enjoy the ride. Just enjoy it. But keep your hole nice and tight. Nice and tight for Coach. Good boy.” He turned me around, cautioning me “Keep that hole tight,” as he rubbed his cock up against my crack, adding “You’ve got some fur on this hole, boy.” I nodded. Just a few months earlier I’d started to get hair around my ass, and just a little bit on my chest. “Listen,” he said. “I love a furry hole on a man. But a boy like you? A boy getting his cherry popped? That boy needs a smooth fuckin’ pussy. You OK with me shaving your boy hole, Lance?” “Yes, please.” “Yes, please what?” “Yes please, Coach.” While his chem piss continued to radiate waves of pleasure all over my body, Coach smeared shaving cream on my ass. Then I felt the brush of a razor against my hole, and as he shaved me, I swear I could feel every hair surrendering to his blade. “There you go, buddy,” he said, slapping my ass. “Now go release that special brew that Coach squirted up your hole, then come back and I’ll fill you with the rest.” After a second dose of slam piss flooded my guts, Coach handed me the little bulb and told me to finish up. “And then you know what happens?” he asked. I smiled eagerly, responding “You fuck me, Coach?” “Not quite yet. First we’re driving back to my place, and we’re gonna hang out with Coach Strickland. He’s dying to see your boy hole. Would you like that?” “Fuck YEAH.” “Such a good boy. You want both of your coaches to pound you full of their seed, huh?” “Fuck YES. Please, Coach.” He paused. Then he drew me closer to him, kissed me, and brushed his beautiful dick across my abs. I could feel the pulse of his cock, so full of blood. I looked down at his massive, swinging balls, so full of cum. Then I heard his voice again. “I want to hear you say, ‘Please knock me up, Coach.’” “Please knock me up, Coach.” “Good. Now: ‘Wreck my boy hole, Coach. Please.’” “Wreck my boy hole, Coach. Please.” “Good boy. And finally: ‘Make me yours forever.’” “Make me yours forever.” “Very good, boy. Now go clean up. We’re gonna make this the fuck of your life.” MORE SOON...

A couple of weeks ago, someone asked in the HIV Fetish forum if anyone had ever been approached with a line about joining The Club. I told my story there. As I thought about it, I decided to expand it into a story. I hope you like it. This is the first time I have written one. Back in the mid 1990s, I had been playing safe-only for a long time. I had taken bare cock from a couple of boyfriends and one really long-term fuck buddy, but I had never taken a stranger's cock bare. Even so, I wanted more cum in me badly. Those little tastes of bare cock just made me crave more. I was in my early 30s, and I started going to the video arcade at the adult bookstore. One day I was stroking to an older bareback porno in the ABS. I had my shirt pulled up so I could play with my nips, and I had my shorts down around my ankles. The city had made them take the doors off the booths and replace them with curtains which made it really easy to slip into a booth without the guy inside noticing. I head a voice say "hey." I looked up and saw a hot guy watching me stroke. I smiled appreciatively at the young, fit brown-haired stud. "You a bottom?" he asked. I stammered out some non-committal response, but my face was red and hot with embarrassment. "That's what I thought," he said. He stepped closer and began pinching my nips. What little resistance I might have had went out the door with that. He fished a hard 7 inches out of his pants. He let me suck it while he worked my nups. "Let me fuck you." I was turned on but a little scared about sex in a public place. "Um, I don't have any condoms," I said trying to be good. "Neither do I. I never use them." This surprised me. "Don't you worry about HIV?" He smiled reassuringly. "I belong to a special Club. Guys in this Club never have to worry about catching it because we only have sex with each other and special new guys we recruit like you. I know I won't catch it from you. Right?" "Oh no. I am negative for sure." I was intrigued and incredibly turned on at this point. "I would love to join. What do I have to do?" He smiled and said, "You have to let me fuck you now. Then I will go tell all the other members who are here, and they will come fuck you, too. I know I have seen several here already today. You just wait here and take their cocks and their cum. When enough club members have fucked you, you will get the formal invitation." That sounded too good to be true. Without much more consideration, I went for it. He knelt and lifted my legs spreading them apart. He gave me a quick rimming to loosen me up. Then he slid his spit-slick cock inside me. I groaned a little but did my best to take it well. I really wanted to be in this Club that would keep me safe always. I could tell he was really excited, too, but he did his best to make sure I enjoyed the fuck. In just a few minutes, he groaned and shot his load inside me. "That's a great start man. You just sit tight, and I will send the next guy from The Club in." Then he kissed me and left. I thanked him profusely. After just a few minutes, another man entered my booth. I couldn't believe my luck. I knew this hot daddy from around town. He was a short, muscular redhead who was rumored to have a huge cock. "I hear you are ready to join, " he said. "Yes, sir. Please fuck me, " I said as a leaned back on the seat and spread my legs. "He told me you were full of spunk, so we aren't wasting time on the preliminaries, " he said as he dropped his pants. A thick 9 inches of uncut meat popped up when he did. He pushed right into me with no lube not even spit. Even with my hole sloppy I felt his huge piece stretching and tearing into me. I took it gladly remembering how I had beat off fantasizing about this guy before. He fucked me long and hard. He shifted his angle to stretch me out and rub hard against my prostate. "This needs to hurt a bit, but I want you to enjoy it, too. Every day can be like this one once you join." I moned my agreement. Eventually he finished off in my hole, too. It felt like a huge load. "That's a fine piece of ass. You keep at it like this, and you will be in The Club in no time." I replied, "That's what I want." He pulled up his shorts and left. Over the course of the next few hours, seven more guys fucked and bred me. They weren't all as hot as the first two guys. One of them had a really small cock, and a couple of them looked a little sickly. But they were all eager to get me into the club. They each fucked me hard and bred me. I hoped I was doing a good job. I did my best to milk a load from each guy, and I thanked them for their help. Finally, the first guy came back in the booth. "Man, you did an excellent job tonight. I think you are well on your way to joining, but you have to take loads from more Clubmembers to be sure." I was disappointed. "When can I take more? What if you aren't here the next time I come in?" He smiled. "Well, you are about to get one more from me. Here's what you are going to do next time. Tell any guy who wants to fuck you that you are trying to join The Club. He will know what to do, and he will spread the word around. That way all the guys in The Club who are there that night will fuck you." That sounded good to me. He dropped his pants and slid back inside my puffy, used hole running with cum. As he pumped my ass he said, "I am so proud of how far you have come in one night. You were so shy the first time I came in here. I am going to give you my number. But I don't want you to call me until you have taken at least 50 loads from Club members. Will you promise?" I smiled and nodded. He pounded hard into me until he shot another load inside me. The next time I went to the ABS, I didn't see the guy who told me about The Club, but he was totally right. When I would tell any guy who was about to fuck me that I was looking to join The Club, he always knew just what I wanted. He would unload inside me and then tell all the other Club members there that night what I wanted. After just a few visits, I made it to 50 Clubmember loads. I still hadn't seen my buddy started me on my quest to join. I decided to call the number he gave me. When the local HIV hotline answered, I suddenly understood what Club I had been trying to join. But the hot guy who recruited me told the truth about one thing; after I got my "membership certificate" from the health clinic, I never had to worry about catching the bug again.

Before we knew his name, we called him Neighbor Boy. Brian saw him first. On a gorgeous Saturday in May, I walked into the kitchen to see my husband jacking his fat dick while sneaking glances out the window. When he heard me approach, he flashed a piggish grin and motioned me over. That’s when I caught my first glimpse of Neighbor Boy. He was shirtless, maybe 18 or 19, and hauling boxes into his family’s new home. His face, square-jawed and intense, was still boyish in a lot of ways, but you could easily see the drop-dead-handsome man he was becoming. And to make things even hotter, he was obviously packing a man-size piece of meat, judging from the package bouncing between his legs. As sweat ran down the ridges of his abs, his shorts began to slip past the beltline, exposing just a bit of what appeared to be a bubble-perfect jockbutt. My eyes followed the dark line of sweat forming between his asscheeks; I wanted to bury my face in the fresh boy-musk around his crotch, his pits, his fuckhole. Brian turned to me with an evil grin. “That boy is ours,” he said, still furiously jacking his cock. Then, with a grunt, he sprayed three powerful volleys of thick, unmedicated poz cum across the kitchen sink. * * * Brian and I have been together for 10 years. I’m 35; he’s 40. People tease us about looking like twins, and I can see why: we both have dark brown hair, beards, and hairy chests. We also have cocks that are roughly the same size, about 8.5” by 6.5”. And when our big dicks spring out of our jockstraps at the same time, we can usually turn a run-of-the-mill bottomboy into a trashy, knocked-up dickpig in no time at all. It wasn’t always that way. Back when we met, Brian was a top. I was vers, but I wouldn’t let him fuck me raw. My reasoning was simple: I was neg, he was poz. And then one night, he invited me to his house for a homemade dinner. It was my birthday, and he’d hinted at some kind of surprise. I had no idea what was in store: halfway through my first cocktail, I started to slur my speech. I remember asking him what was going on, but Brian just stood there, grinning like a demon and rubbing his cock through his jeans as I slipped into unconsciousness. When I woke up, I found myself suspended in midair, my body swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm. In my drugged-up stupor, it took me a few minutes to realize that I was directly underneath a large mirror on the ceiling. Very slowly, I managed to process the image I saw in the mirror: for some reason I was naked, with my legs splayed wide and arms tied back. I’d heard of slings, but I’d never been in one. And just then, it dawned on me that my body was swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm because a total stranger was pounding my hole. That’s when I heard Brian’s voice cut through the noise in that dark, crowded, sweat-stenched room: “The second booty bump definitely woke him up,” he said. Right about then, the guy fucking me started to convulse, and everyone in the room shouted encouragement as he thrust in and out of my hole frenetically. Next I heard a loud round of clapping and grunting from the crowd, followed by an odd sensation of warmth and wetness when that cock pulled out of me. My hole released the stranger's mushroom head with a subtle *pop*, and then I suddenly felt an emptiness in my ass, as if my knocked-up cunt somehow wasn’t complete anymore without a raw dick lodged deep inside. But the emptiness didn’t last. Within a matter of seconds, I felt the familiar contours of Brian’s cock inside me. “Hey, baby,” he said, his big dick making an unfamiliar sloshing sound as he fucked away. “That was load number four, and you've just begun. It’s your birthday, remember? My gift is to get you fuckin’ pregnant. You want another poz load?” I stared at him, uncomprehending. Then my eyes grew wide as I realized what all this meant. “No,” I said. “Fuck no. I don’t want to be sick. You know that. What the fuck are you doing?” “Oh, please—you have no idea what you want,” he replied. “From the moment we met, I saw right through you. You’re just another clean-cut, handsome boy waiting for somebody to give you permission to be a cumpig. I mean, just look at your dick right now—it’s harder than I’ve ever seen it.” I glanced down at my cock, and I could see it dripping beads of precum onto my abs. Meanwhile, Brian kept pounding me. “Your dick seems to be a few steps ahead of your brain at the moment, because your dick knows what you need,” he said. “And what you need, little piggy, is an ass full of fresh poz loads. Don’t worry—your brain will catch up to your cock before the night’s through. Until then, we’ll just gangrape you full of poz seed, OK?" "FUCK YOU." "Sorry, bud, but I'm pretty sure it's the other way around. You're the one getting fucked tonight, remember? You're getting fucked and bred and, if you're really lucky, maybe even pozzed. So...are you ready to beg for another dirty load, boy?” “Fuck no, Brian. I don’t want this. Fucking stop, OK? STOP.” He didn’t stop. Instead, he nodded to someone behind me, and I was quickly muzzled and blindfolded. Brian stopped thrusting for a moment, lodging his cock deep in my hole, and ordered me to stay perfectly still unless I wanted to get hurt. In the stillness that followed, someone wrapped a tourniquet around my bicep. I felt a pinch in my arm, and the tourniquet came loose. Almost immediately, I gasped as a wave of dark energy rushed to my chest, my lungs, my cock, my ass. I coughed violently, and I struggled to catch my breath while the dark wave kept crashing through my nervous system. And just as Brian predicted, that's when my brain finally caught up with my cock. I was in heat. I loved the feeling of Brian's raw dick pounding me full of toxic seed. And by the end of the night, I would whimper and moan anytime my hole wasn’t stretched around a charged-up cock. I'd been transformed from a neg condom queen to a bareback slampig in a matter of hours. In the years since, Brian and I have developed a knack for initiating young men into the world of chemsex, feeding drugs to unsuspecting boys before knocking them up. The hottest of all, I think, was the seduction of Brian’s college-age nephew. And it didn’t happen on just any night, either, but on the night of our wedding. This kid was a hot little faggot with a naturally hungry butt. He was deeply closeted, but Brian and I saw right through him in a second. So after flirting with him on the dancefloor, then feeding him our dicks in a restroom stall, we took him back to the honeymoon suite, smoked him out with the glass pipe, and slathered Tina-laced lube all over his fratboy fuckhole. Within 15 minutes, he was taking a seat on my raw cock and bouncing on it like a natural-born bitch. Eight hours (and two giant slams) later, Brian’s fratboy nephew was a confirmed chemwhore, proudly spreading his wrecked fuckhole while it oozed loads from 11 strangers. Even then, he was still shoving fingers hungrily into his cunt, pleading for another slam of Tina in his arm. Instead, we dropped him off at our dealer’s house with instructions to push every boundary possible until this boy was corrupted through and through. Our dealer didn’t disappoint, and within a month or two our fratboy nephew was a slampig escort with a real talent for getting double-fisted. We couldn’t be prouder. * * * The day after we saw Neighbor Boy for the first time, we introduced ourselves to his parents. Over the course of a 30-minute conversation that included far too many details about the sister we didn’t care to meet, we found out exactly what we needed to know: Neighbor Boy’s name was Dalton, and he was finishing up his senior year at McKinley High. He’d just turned 18. He had a steady girlfriend named Melissa, and he’d landed a scholarship to be a kicker for one of the state university football teams. “Oh, and one more thing,” Dalton’s father said to us. “We’ll be chaperoning our daughter’s class trip to Washington, D.C. at the beginning of June. Dalton is perfectly capable of running the house by himself for a week, but could you just make sure he doesn’t throw any giant keggers? We’d really appreciate it.” We nodded eagerly, because we’d found our window of opportunity. As the conversation wrapped up, we slipped our hands in our pockets, attempting to hide the bulges from our rapidly hardening cocks. * * * When Brian and I returned home, we closed the door and fell into a deep, sloppy kiss. We would do whatever necessary to fill all of Dalton’s holes with chems. And if we had our way, he’d be going to college in the fall with poz blood flowing through his veins. “I wonder if Jesse knows Dalton,” Scott said. “That could be hot.” I nodded and grabbed my phone. “Let’s give him a ring.” We love Jesse because he’s an evil pig. But we love him even more because he’s an evil pig who happens to look like a blond, buff Mormon. And it doesn’t hurt that he’s hung like a lumberjack. Like Dalton, he’s a senior at McKinley, and we’d initiated him about six months earlier after chatting him up on a bareback fetish site. We pozzed him on the day after his 18th birthday. He was already entertaining some very dark fantasies by the time we found him—apparently he’d been watching bareback porn and trolling fetish chatrooms for years. But unlike most of the naïve little faggots we corrupt with chems and impregnate with toxic seed, Jesse was eager to get slammed into the stratosphere, and he required no encouragement to spread his muscled boybutt for our poz dicks. And now, in the months since his seroconversion, he’s been helping us lure boys to the world of chem-fueled bareback fucking. Jesse answered my call right away. Yes, he said, he was pretty good friends with Dalton, who was basically the hottest guy in the entire fucking school. We asked if Jesse was planning to hang out with Dalton anytime soon. Yes, he replied: he’d be at Dalton’s pool party the following weekend. “You guys should come, because a lot of the parents will be there,” he said. “I’ll tell Dalton to invite you. And I'll tell you something else: everybody at school would swear he’s straight, but I just don’t know. I get a weird vibe from him. Maybe not a gay vibe, but like a curious vibe.” “So you’re saying there might be a faggot buried deep inside that boy?” I asked. “Just a hunch,” Jesse replied. “Well, in that case,” said Scott, “it’s time for us to get deep inside Dalton and find out.” MORE SOON...

Part 1... Crap. The guy I had spent the last 30 minutes trading messages with on Grindr had turned out to be just a flake. Messages back and forth about how he is really horny and wants me to come over, he and his buddy will both fuck me, blah blah blah. When I ask him for a location, however, his profile disappears. Blocked. Two days in Edinburgh and I was as horny as hell. I swear Edinburgh seemed to be in the running for bottom capital of the country. The night before had been a bust as well. Up until well after 1AM hoping to find find a horny top but the only guys who seemed to respond were other bottoms. And, as a confirmed bottom myself, that was just not working for me. There seemed to be lots of tops available in Glasgow but that was 40 or 50 miles away. The alarm, merciless as ever, had still gone off at 7:30 and I had dragged myself out of bed. Now at almost noon, I was tired, frustrated, and horny. My meetings had completed and I had checked out of the hotel earlier… but I was hanging in a quiet corner just off the main lobby trolling Grindr and BBRT hoping for a change of luck. I’ve been married to an amazing guy for over two years now but our sex life had pretty much run dry after the first year. Seven year itch? Bullshit… I had made it a bit over two years before I cheated. An anonymous hookup, the feeling a cock inside me, and I couldn’t bring myself to stop since. Maybe monogamy just doesn’t work for gays… or maybe that is just an excuse. I don’t know. I was about to log out and give up for today though… I had a long drive ahead of me to get home… and at that moment the message came in. “Hi. Can you accom?” It read. I didn’t even have a chance to reply before a second message hit. “I need to unload. Free now?” This was followed by a picture of a beautiful fat cock. I glanced at his profile. Mid-30’s (several years younger than me), 6 foot something (several inches taller than me), shaved head. “Can’t accommodate, checked out of my hotel earlier. But would love to help you unload.” I replied and named the hotel. I only paused a moment before I sent my face picture. “Fuck. Can’t host either.” There was a pause, then “Need an ass to unload in.” This was followed by a body shot…clothed but the firm chest and tight stomach were clearly visible. I scrolled back up to the first picture… I wanted to worship that fat cock. No. I needed to worship that fat cock. Another message from him. “Really need to seed an ass. Up for a toilet?” I am no saint. In my younger years I was a regular in bathhouses and saunas, in bookstores and video stores with booths and gloryholes, and seedy bars with backrooms. One thing I have never done was hook up in a public toilet. “Sounds hot.” I admitted. “But risky.” The last thing I needed was to get arrested for having sex in a public restroom. If my bosses found out I would probably lose my job… and if my husband found out i would lose him as well. A moment later another message arrived. “I know a nice quiet toilet. Close to you.” He mentioned a department store and the floor where to meet. “Keep looking at your pics.” I said. “Feeling really tempted.” “Just meet me there. You can suck me dry. Quick, no fucking. Less risky.” After the hours of sexual frustration I had endured the night before and dealing with the flake earlier, it was great to be the object of someones attention. I felt my willpower slip away. “I can be there in 10 minutes.” I messaged. “Great. On my way.” He replied. I took my tablet to my car and secured it in the boot. Then hurried to the appointed location. As I headed up in the escalators in the building, I realised I had never seen a face pic. Turned out not to be an issue though. On reaching the appointed floor, I saw a tall man in a suit, with a shaved head and a lean and firm body browsing the shelves nearby. He looked at me, smiled, and gave me a wink. I had found my man. I looked around but did not see the toilets. The tall man was still browsing the shelves. I guess he was waiting for me to go in… but I had no idea where to go. I noticed a cute, and clearly gay, twink manning a nearby desk so, in desperation, I asked him to point me to the toilets. He didn’t even look up but pointed me in the right direction. Just the other side of my hookup. The tall man probably thought i was some kind of idiot… but it was not my mind I wanted him to worry about. I passed him again, giving him a quick smile, and walked into the men’s toilet. It seemed empty. As I’ve said, I’ve never hooked up in a toilet before and I was unsure what the protocol was. I washed my hands to give myself an excuse to be in the room. I waited for another minute or two but my hook up did not come in. Had he changed his mind? I wondered. Did he get annoyed when i wandered around for a couple minutes? Had I broken some protocol by going into the toilet first? I decided to check and see if he was still in the store near the toilet. I stepped out of the toilet… and he brushed by me going in. Crap. Now he must really think me an idiot. I made a pretence of looking at the shelves for a moment or two then, in what I hoped was a subtle moved, slipped back into the toilet. After a moment one of the stalls opened slightly and my hookup looked out… I breathed a sigh of relief and slipped inside and he closed the door behind me. Part 2... For just a moment I considered the stall was just big enough for the two of us but otherwise it almost seemed like it had been designed for gay hookups back in the sixties or seventies. . The walls and door ran from ceiling to floor (making the encounter private), and a window on the wall opened slightly to let in fresh air (allowing just enough noise to cover the sounds of a guy getting his dick sucked). All this flashed through my mind in a split second. Then the stranger opened his fly and his cock popped out. I was on my knees without thinking. My heart was racing. The risk, my doubts, my fears. All that was there but subsumed by the cock in front of me. Six inches, thick, uncut. A faint masculine scent as I opened my mouth and his slipped inside. I heard him sigh contentedly above me and I felt that flash of pride that every bottom feels when they know their top is pleased. I began to work his cock. In and out of my mouth, playing with the thick head then sliding down the shaft deeper into my mouth. Gazing up at him as he looked down at me, his body looming above me. My hands fumbled into his shirt, brushing his hard stomach, sliding up to his nips and teasing them until they were hard. I moved my hands to his back, pulling him slightly into me, giving him my unspoken permission to thrust into my mouth. I stifled my gag reflex as he entered my throat. “Good boy” He whispered so quietly I could barely hear him. “You like sucking that cock don’t you?” With my mouth stuffed I could only moan quietly. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and I could hear someone come in. My heart froze. I did my best to be quiet, but the cock in my mouth began thrusting harder. The tall man didn’t say anything but seemed to be trying to make me moan or choke and be heard. I could distantly hear someone piss into one of the urinals and then heard them leave. My heart was still racing but i focused on the thick cock in my mouth. I didn’t stop or try to slow him down… he felt so good and I loved his taste and smell. Any guilt over my betrayal of my husband and out marriage was lost in the heat and excitement. He smirked above me. “Yeah… look at you. On your knees sucking a cock in a public toilet. Getting off on almost getting caught. You are a dirty slut, aren’t you?” I didn’t say anything, just kept working his cock. He gripped my chin and tilted my face so I was looking up towards him face. “I asked you a question. Tell me you are a dirty slut.” I pulled his cock from my mouth. “Yeah mate. I’m a dirty slut.” “I’m not your mate. You are here to take my load like a common whore.” I nodded. With him towering over me, dominating me, and with the thrill and risk of getting caught, I felt so turned on. I was putty in his hands. “Get up, I’m going to fuck you.” he whispered. We had agreed oral only but I was too far gone. It was not in my power to say no. I unbuckled my pants and let them fall as I stood. He turned me around to face the back wall of the stall and pulled my underwear down. His hand on my back pushed and I bent forward, offering up my ass to him. No mention of a condom. No discussion of status. I hadn’t brought lube and neither, apparently, had he. He pulled my ass cheeks apart and a gob of his spit landed on my sphincter and then another. His cockhead circled my hole, coating itself in his spit. And then it found it’s mark. He was thick and my ass resisted despite my wanting his cock. He was determined, however, and my resistance was in vain. He gripped my left hip with one hand, holding me steady, and his right hand guided his thick cock and he forced his way inside my hole. I could suppress the cry of pain. “Come on, bitch. Take that cock.. you know you want it.” I did want it. I pushed back into his fuck and he slipped further inside. My hole relaxed and surrendered to him completely. He started thrusting hard, in and out, and my ragged breath seemed to echo through the toilet. The bathroom door opened again. I struggled to keep quiet, biting my knuckles to stop from groaning out load… but the risk of getting caught only seemed to excite my top even more. He thrust his entire shaft in and out of my hole until he was balls deep. Surely anyone in the bathroom could hear the slap of his thighs against my ass now? In the end, whoever was out there was either enjoying what they could hear or was too naive to figure it out. It seemed like forever but who ever was in the bathroom finally left and I allowed myself to breathe and grunt as the tall man slammed his dick all the way inside. He was not patient or gentle… and i did not want him to be. I wanted to be fucked, to be used, to be seeded like the slut that I am. I didn’t need to touch my own dick. I was here for his cock and for his load. His pleasure, his release, was pleasure enough for me. “Getting close. Gonna seed your pussy. You want that?” “Yeah.” I hissed through gritted teeth. “Give it to me. Give me that load. “Gonna load you up good. Gonna ruin you.” Maybe I should have realised what he was saying. I mean we all know the risks. But I didn’t care. “Fuck yeah… give it to me!” His breathing was ragged now and his thrusts hectic. I felt him grip my thighs and bury himself deep inside… “Here it comes then… take my toxic load. I’m going to POZ your ass.” And then he was cumming. I was lost in that glorious feeling of a cock throbbing inside your hole, of cum filling you up. I understood what he was saying, what it meant, but the words just washed over me. He pulled out. He turned me back around and pushed me down to my knees again. I knew what he wanted. I opened my mouth and he pushed his cock into my mouth and deep into my throat. I could feel him throb again, firing the last shots down into my stomach. At last the throbbing stopped. I pulled back and cleaned his cock with my tongue. I savoured the taste of my own hole on his cock and the salty traces of the last of his load. He slipped his cock back into his pants and straightened his clothes. I looked up at him adoringly and he looked down at me with contempt. “What a dumb slut. You are nothing but a common toilet tramp.” He said with a sneer. “Enjoy the virus, bitch.” He slipped out of the stall without another word. He had used me and was done with me. But we both had gotten what we wanted. Once I heard him leave the bathroom, I got off my knees and sat on the toilet. I fingered my hole and could feel his cum dripping out of me. His POZ cum. I licked my finger savouring his taste again. I wondered if his bug would take and if I would, in fact, end up POZ. How would that affect my husband? Our marriage? I could feel my guilt rising. What had I done? But I also felt something else. Desire. I liked being used. The idea that my ass was dripping POZ cum thrilled me. After a few minutes, I got dressed and walked back to my car. I pulled out my tablet. Surely there was time to find one more load before I headed for home? Surely there was one more top, maybe another POZ top, looking to unload in Edinburgh? - END -

I guess I knew I would eventually get what I secretly wanted. I had started slowly by answering an ad and I sucked my first cock. I had harbored fantasies of sucking cock, then, more fantasies of swallowing cum. My porn collection didn’t help. Once I saw the first pic of a guy sucking another one, I felt the nagging urge. Over a period of a year and a half, I managed to make time to suck cock after cock and made a point of swallowing every drop of cum I could get in my greedy mouth. I loved it. I found myself thinking more and more about sucking and swallowing, so I did more and more of it. My best day was the one when I got five loads of cum from as many guys in one day. Strangely, despite having had the urges for cocksucking for as many years as I had, I felt ashamed of myself for having acted on them for a long while which caused me long bouts of depression after having done so. Then I had to have more cock and more cum. Feeling that excitement of knowing some anonymous guy was about to arrive, bringing me his cock and wanting to feel his cock in my mouth knowing that he planned to cum in my mouth always brought me to a giddiness that rivaled any excitement I had ever known. I knew that I was addicted to cum. Finally I ran my own ad, looking for more than just cocks to suck. After nearly a year or so of sucking cock, I decided I was ready for a cock in my ass. I was scared of the prospect since I had only been playing with a buttplug and a dildo that nearly matched my own cock. I got several responses to the ad and replied to the emails that had cock pics that interested me. I had specified “Safe only”, meaning condoms would be used. I was disappointed at how few of them responded after my emails. One finally responded with a picture of a particularly pretty cock, fully hard and over 7 inches from my best guess. He wanted to know when and where. I took a deep breath and typed out the answer. I took three more deep breaths before I clicked “send.” It was done, I felt. It was all up to him. He had to respond or not. I was scared at the concept of what I had put myself in for. If he responded back, I felt obliged to let him do what he expected. I had promised my virgin ass to his cock and was scared to death, condom notwithstanding. I missed a breath when I heard my computer ding an email alert. He answered that he would be here in twenty minutes. I quickly jumped up to shower. He was prompt. He wasn’t that good looking but was clean and well spoken. I asked him where and he wanted me on the bed so I led him there. I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt so that I could strip quickly. He set a small bag on the nightstand and undid his pants. I took it as a hint and pulled his tighty whities down to start sucking him. He responded instantly. He was all business if you will. He was there to fuck, was ready and meant to get his cum on. He ordered me to strip and get on the bed. I obeyed as he pulled his shoes, pants and shorts off. He pulled a condom and a small bottle of lube out of the bag as well as a small brown bottle. He insisted that I take a deep breath after shoving the tiny bottle under my nose. He rolled the condom on and asked if I was ready. I answered and felt his fingers probing my ass. They were slick with the lube and made the invasion of my anus far less painful than I expected. I felt him on the bed and tried to prepare myself but didn’t know what to do. I held still and felt him straddle me, then the head of his cock against my asshole. He teased then popped it inside. I tried to calm myself as best I could as he slowly worked his cock into me. I was amazed that it didn’t hurt at all until he was completely inside my ass. He hit something inside me that alarmed me but didn’t hurt when he slowly pulled back, starting to stroke. I tried to control my breathing as he began fucking me and began to learn to enjoy the sensation of his cock thrusting in and out. Once I relaxed to his fucking me, it felt great. I started moaning slightly which he apparently enjoyed as he sped up slightly. “Enjoying my cock are you?” he asked. I agreed. I felt myself in that moment to be just where I was supposed to be. I tried to press back against his pelvis so I could get more of his cock. He responded by stroking deeper. I was in Heaven for the next ten minutes or so, feeling that lovely cock sliding in and out of my newly christened fuck hole. “Are you ready?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I was puzzled, “Ready for what?” “I’m about to cum in your ass.” He responded in a calm voice. “Go for it.” I answered back knowing about the condom. Moments later he almost went into spasms as he came. He kept his cock buried as deep as he could inside me which felt so good that I almost orgasmed. When he finally pulled out, I felt something warm on my scrotum. He quickly pulled his shorts on, and began putting his pants on. I reached back and felt a thick, sticky liquid on my balls. “What the hell?” I asked. “I gave you what you really wanted you slut.” He said in a matter of fact tone, as he left the room. “You fucked me bare?” I screamed. “Yes.” he answered as the door slammed.

Recently I've been diagnosed hiv positive. Very recently, the past few weeks. And although in the months up until this diagnosis I have engaged in extremely risky sexual acts, and slept with many guys in my most recent trip to NYC, it was still a surprise. "I don't want this" repeated throughout my head over and over again the day the news was revealed. I went through all the usual emotions. It's still fresh in my mind but it's something I have to deal with for the rest of my life. It got me thinking that maybe I should write some of this down, and relive the actions that got me here. Maybe some will find it sexy, or informative, maybe some will be able to relate. Maybe I'll make a few online friends through this, I certainly hope so. So here goes... I spent three months in New York City, from March to June. Think of it as a very long vacation. It left me with a lot of time on my hands. Time to get into some trouble. Just through idle searching on recon previously, I had came across a few Tops who I thought would make for some interesting meetings. The only thing was I hadn't been fucked in a while, at this point I had only bare backed around 3 or 4 times. So I was very tight and very worried about not being able to accommodate a guy and making him angry. I am naturally very submissive around men I like, and the opposite around girls. I'm bisexual by the way. A fact that was questioned many times in New York, more so by gay men than women. Guys couldn't seem to get their heads around the concept. While I'm not the most manly of men, I'm certainly not feminine or camp nor does that personality type attract me sexually. Although I did find over there they were great company, just not my thing in the bed. So with this fear in mind, I thought it would be better too seek out oral tops first and work my way to anal. Not long after I settled into the city and got my bearings(living in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn) I found myself arranging to meet a "rough throatfucking dom" sounds like my kind of guy! I absolutely love being throatfucked and he was the guy to do it. His face and dick pic matched my strict criteria(he had a face and a working penis) so soon enough I was on my way to meet him. He lived on Christopher St. in Manhattan, for anyone who doesn't know nyc. This is in the West Village a very gay area of the city, along with Chelsea, what was once the hangout spot for all the bohemian musicians of the 60's and 70's, a great area which I frequented constantly. He buzzed me into his apt building. As I climbed the stair my heart began to race. I was getting nervous, after all we didn't exactly get to know each other in our conversation online. It went like this: "Def interested in brutally throatfucking you, work your skinnyboy throat pussy like a real pussy. I'm free today after 5. Interested to see how much of a brutal face fucking you can take" What I got from that wasn't much, but I knew he turned me on, and he seemed serious about throatfucking. I made sure not to eat the entire day. Something that comes natural when knowingly meeting up with guys as nerves and excitement usually suppress my appetite. I got to his door and it opened before I could knock. "Hey" he said in his deep southern drawl. I had never found an accent sexy before, but this after all was my first american man, a country I have loved from a distance. Turns out he was from Arizona, his voice was fascinating, deep and rich, but really calm. My nerves turn to excitement immediately. "Come in." He was wearing a white wife beater, black Y-fronts and white socks. He looked very different from his profile picture, much better in fact, which made me question why he hadn't updated it in seemingly some time. I asked him if I should remove my clothes and he told me just the shoes. We then walked into the living area, which was carpeted with a leather couch. He knelled me down on the carpet in front of his bulge. He pressed my face against his cock. Then it went from 0 to 60... Once he whipped his cock out of his underwear I knew I was in for it. Holy shit, pictures did not do it justice. It was massive, about 8 inches long and curved to the right, but the girth was something else. It really thickened towards the base, with a full bush to bury my face in. No warm up with this guy, he wasn't interested in a gentle blowjob. No, he meant what he said, unlike so many guys on online hook-up sites, he was the real deal. I opened wide and he rammed it straight down my throat, the bend was very noticeable and uncomfortable in this particular position. It was pushing at my throat, like it was trying to break out. He only began to hump once the dick was fully swallowed which was a nice touch and something I think most throatfuckers should do. He had his technique. He was digging for the right spot, to him it was all about the feeling, when you watch throatfucking videos, you can tell what's for show, none of what he did was theatrical, it was all functional. He wanted his dick as deep in my throat as possible, and once he hit the right spot he would, as he said he would, fuck it like a pussy. It was painful and hot at the same time. At one point I tried to breathe as his cock was deep in my throat. This, in addition to his pubes up my nostrils, caused my to gag hard. Eyes started to water, and mouth began to produce some much needed lubricant, after this the whole experience became much more enjoyable. He didn't say much as he was reaming my tonsils only the occasional "Good, goooood!" and grunts of encouragement. He reminded me to cover my top teeth, which I did immediately, hoping I didn't scratch him. He began smashing my face with his pubic bone. He was really enjoying himself, I was trying to endure the pain, and enjoying it also. When he slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth, thick drool dribbled from his cock onto my t-shirt. Shit, I have to walk home like this! But then I looked at his dick. the shaft had a streak of blood on it. Oh no, did my stupid teeth cut him, will he freak out, am I going to get beat for this. He either didn't notice or didn't care, because he started jerking off furiously. He was having a good time, which made me very happy. He then pulled my shirt off, lay me on the couch with my head hanging over the back(the classic). And proceeded to pump my throat like the pussy he said it was. For some reason this position was much more comfortable, it seemed to work better with his curved. Before I knew it, he was about to cum, his thighs squeezed my face and drove his dick deep while cumming. No pulling out. I didn't even get to taste it. Straight down the hatch. He tapped me with a few smacks on the cheek as if to say "good job boy" then sat down on the couch, exhausted and happy. He jerked his semi for a while while I knelt at his feet and he asked me a few questions about Ireland, why I was here, small talk. He told me he really enjoyed it and would like to do it again. Yes! Validation, something I always aim for is a guy wanting to meet again, someone who has had so much fun with me that he'd repeat the session if given the chance. So far, everyone I've met has wanted to meet up again, not everyone actually has, but it's good enough for me that they want to. I asked to use his bathroom and as I was washing out my mouth I finally found out where the blood came from. I had bust my top lip while he was bashing his groin against it. Damn, my two front teeth. I thought as long as he had fun, I'm happy. I left the apartment optimistic about the rest of this trip. However I had absolutely no idea what lay ahead of me. Bathhouses, breedings, 3somes, orgies and being introduced to the strongest drug I've ever tried, crystal meth!! Okay, so this is my first blog, first time really talking about a sexual encounter. Please let me know if you liked it or not, or want to hear more about my stay in New York. It really was an experience with a lot of firsts, which feels good to be sharing with you guys. Thanks for reading. BH

Going a different way into town, I noticed, only a few miles from home, a small car park with 'picnic' ground which I had never noticed before. You know that feeling when you just know it'd be a good cruising ground? Well, I went there yesterday morning. It wasn't the best of times for cruising but figured if it yields action at 11:00 A.M. it would be good on a warm night! There were three or four cars in the parking lot, and the guys in the cars were either playing with their phones or doing paperwork. But then bingo! I saw my perfect quarry: he was wearing a wife beater and trackies, with a worn commando, was in his 50's, skinny somewhat scrawny, had a shaved head and had several tatts, and I could see he had numerous piercings. I walked down the path and he followed me directly. No sooner had I turned the corner, out of sight of the public, I made a grab for the guy's crotch. A second later we were making out and as we did so, I slid my hand down the back of his trackies. Oh man, he was warm and wet, and his hole was absolutely gaping. I could probably have slipped my fist straight in. Pay dirt, first guy! I assume he had at least one load inside his ass, but I guess it could just have been lube of one sort of another, but it didn't really make any difference. I spun him around, pulled his trackies, and without a word, slid straight inside his ass. Aside from a grunt as I bottomed out in him, he didn't make a sound. Was my idea of the dream arse, saggy cheeks and that flash of deep pink/red between them from a way over used & abused cunt. I'd love to have eaten him out but it wasn't really the place or the time.. Anyway I hammered the fuck out of him for a few minutes constantly changing rhythm & angle to make sure I'd got into every corner of him before dropping one hell of a load. Obviously there'd been no talk of status, or anything else for that matter. Pointless :-) I just pulled out & put my sticky cock away (I'm not keen on being sucked, especially after I've cum & I like the feeling of a slick cock in my underwear) turned him back around & snogged him to say thanks. To be honest I would have blown him but I noticed he'd spunked all over himself - job done! I walked back to the car leaving him to sort himself out. One of the other guys had now decided to wander down for some action. Shame he'd not made a move earlier.. I'm hoping that'll be the first of many a hot scene there. And really convenient too.

Don't get hard, hell. I am so hard it hurts. LOL Great story and wish it would have been me getting those two loads.

The married guys who breed me tend to have wives who are pretty vanilla sexually or aren't interested in sex. All the better for me as I get their husbands cum in my ass. Most of the married guys just want to unload in any hole that's available but my favourites are the ones who are looking for kinky stuff, things they can't get from their wife who just wants to have sex missionary style and no oral. I'm happy to do anything to please an satisfy any fetishes.

I defintely love it when my Top feeds his cock to me after it's been in my ass. It shows him that both my holes are available to him at any time. I especially love it after he's cum in my ass and wants me to clean up his cock with my mouth. If I'm lucky, I can squeeze a few more drops of cum out of his cock. As for my Top eating my ass during the middle of a fuck, I'm totally for it. I know how to clean myself out so I'm never worried about any unpleasantness. And with my hole stretched open, my Top can really eat, tongue and spit in my hungry hole. I've yet to meet a Top that will eat my ass after he's cum in it, though.

you are not clean if there is any smell imo

That is submissive but not like becoming a slave. To me I like to let the top be a top and in control but I don't like to give everything up and so that I am just an object that is there to get him off. And jerking off right away would not be as hot as cumming while his cock is buried in my ass or cuming at the same time he is shooting in my ass.

I had a hemorrhoid once. You need to visit a GP or someone to prescribe meds to you. Hemorrhoids can 'go away' completely. Also, hemorrhoid are normal in the sense that they're not caused by an STD. So having sex with condoms won't do anything good for the hemorrhoid. Pretend as if though you're about to die and go meet a GP. It really shouldn't be that expensive.

'Nuff said...

Jock or nothing... I don't feel I look good in a jock so I always go commando. But I'm also there for my pleasure as well.. So I like access to my cock. I'll jump on the bandwagon. Thongs..... Pretty sure those went out with the leg warmers. Oh god... Am I that old that I remember leg warmers? Fuck me.....

Oops.....I wrote about all of my shoots--in some detail. Maybe they didn't care as the videos are not with the biggest companies.

The hotline was a stroke of genius, because it is the most perfectly devastating way to break the illusion and to let us get a huge rise out of the reversal!

Over the summer I took care of a kid who had surgery on his leg. Recent high school grad headed to college in the fall. He came out of the operating room very anxious and crying. He had a knee immobilizer on it which is a big brace that run the length of the leg and is secured with Velcro straps. As I was assessing him I saw that the OR staff had gotten his balls trapped in the top of the immobilizer. No wonder he was hurting. I freed them and rolled them around to make sure they were OK. He immediately calmed down and relaxed and told me no one had ever touched him there before. He would fall asleep then wake up for a minute or two then would go back out as the anesthesia meds worked there way out of his system. As I kept playing with his balls his cock grew rock hard and stayed that way. I ran my fingers over it and gave it a few pulls. Kid had a nice cock. Long and plump with a nice flared head. I kept playing with him and watched him as he would wake up then fall back to sleep. His hips were pushing up to meet my hand as I stroked him and I leaned over and licked a bit of precum off the head of his cock. The more I licked and sucked the more still he got. I watched him as I gave a few deep swallows and he blasted his load in my mouth. I milked every drop out of him then let him rest. When he was more awake and getting ready to be discharged I helped him to the bathroom where he had to hold on to me because of his leg. I untied his hospital gown and soon had him naked. I reached down and took his cock and aimed it for him. He got hard again just like that. He was so apologetic saying he was sorry and that no one had ever touched him there---if he only remembered what I did earlier he would know that was no longer true. I looked down at his hard cock in my hand and told him he had a great cock. I asked where he hid it when it got hard since it was so big. As I was talking I was slowly jacking him and those hips started moving again. I asked him if he liked that and if it felt good and he just softly moaned and watched his cock fucking my hand. It was like he was hypnotized and could not look away. I said just wait until you get a blowjob and can fuck this big cock in their mouth and he told me he wanted that so bad but didn’t think it was ever going to happen. He asked what a blowjob felt like was it really that good? I moved him so he was leaning against the sink and said let me show you and sank to my knees as I sucked his cock for the second time in a few hours. One hand grabbed the back of my head and he blasted another load in me. I licked his cock clean again and watched him as he just stared at me. I stood up, leaned in, and asked how was it? He surprised me by kissing me. He told me that was amazing. I told him now he didn’t have to worry that it would never happen.

I don't understand thongs. Why would you wear something I have to keep moving to lick and fuck your hole?? As stated above repeatedly--jocks frame and enhance almost any ass. I do like the occasional variety--so of any kind of backless garment that covers your cock works. The torn briefs Makingwords mentioned I find very hot...

Jocks or nothing. Love wearing jocks because they frame my ass so well. Also love a really well-worn torn up pair of white briefs that are torn out in the back. Feels super slutty and rape-y. Thongs are a huge turn-OFF.

Jock for sure. Thongs only look silly.

What a hot way to join the club.

Meeting Justin Saturday Morning, I woke to Rob’s snoring. Letting him sleep in from the fuck Chris had joined us for the night before, I quietly got showered and ready for a day with Justin. As I left for breakfast, I texted Justin to see if he was awake yet. “Hey Justin, What you want to do today?” “Not sure, just woke up.” Came his reply a few minutes later. “Getting Breakfast now, I could head down to Georgetown after; give you a bit more time to wake up.” “Cool. Can meet you at the Corner of M and Wisconsin.” “Sounds good, will text when I am on my way.” I ate my breakfast, then headed out to catch the bus down to Georgetown. I texted Justin when I was on the bus, and knew about when I’d get there. When I got off the bus, I recognized him immediately from his online pics. We greeted each other, and then he took me on a tour of Georgetown, and area of DC I had yet to explore. After some time looking in shops at stuff I could never afford, I suggested we find some lunch. Justin took me to a cheesesteak place, and we got our food to go. We sat in a park overlooking the Key bridge and the Potomac river as we ate. While we ate, since it was just the two of us, I figured now was the time to start my conversion of Justin to a cumdump. “Thanks for a nice morning,” I said between bites of my sandwich, “Georgetown sure is a cool area.” “Yea, this is why I chose to go to school here, that a to get away from my family.” Justin replied. “Why did you want to get away from your family? I know I was glad to get out here and on my own so that I could finally be free to have sex without worrying about Mom walking in on me.” “Yea, kinda the same here. My parents are very religious and if they ever found out I was Gay they would kill me. I was so tired of hiding it. I think my girlfriend knew something was up since I never wanted to do anything with her, always using the excuse of wanting to save myself for my wedding day.” “Well, now you are here, away from them so you can be who you want to be, have sex with who you want, and how you want it.” “But that’s just it, I’m here and sort of free, but since I am still under their health insurance, I really can’t be who I want to be.” “What do you mean? Who do you really want to be Justin?” Justin paused and munched on his sandwich for a while, I didn’t push him, knowing that he would come out with it when he was ready, and my cock grew hard in my shorts. It was a good thing I had worn a jock today or I would have been setting up quite a tent. I just sat back and also worked on finishing up my sandwich. “If I tell you something, can you promise not to laugh at me or hate me for it?” Justin finally spoke up after finishing his sandwich. “Buddy, I don’t think I would hate you or laugh no matter what you said.” “OK,” he said looking me straight in the eye “I really want to let loose, let every guy fuck me raw and dump their cum in me. I don’t want to worry about catching anything; I just want my ass full of cum from man after man.” “Dude, I feel the same way! In fact, I never worry about catching something; and if I do, there is a free clinic that can help out. I was just in there a few weeks ago for a check, everything came back just as I expected, and No meds for me.” I told him with a smile and a reassuring hand on the shoulder. Sure I had kinda lied to him, but once he opened up fully with his desires, I think he’d be asking me for my toxic loads and letting Dad and Dave pump him full of their family makers too. “So when you have sex with other guys you don’t use condoms and don’t worry that you will catch something form them?” “Since I moved to DC, none of the cocks that I have let fuck me have had a condom on them, and I have let the guys fill me with their cum. And When I have topped, I have not used a condom and shot my loads inside them.” “God, that sounds so hot! I really want to feel a cock slide into me without a condom, I want to feel cum in my ass.” I knew there was more coming as he looked down at the ground before he continued. “What I really want is some stuff I was reading about on the internet, I want a Poz guy to fuck me and shoot in me, I want to be bred by a guy, not really caring if I end up with hiv or not, to really let go.” “Dude, that is exactly how Rob and I feel; actively wanting guys who are poz to fuck you and breed you is called chasing. Is that what you mean?” “Yea, I guess. I just think that if I got it, then I wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore. But at the same time I am so afraid that my parents will find out and then my life would be over. Know what I mean?” “Sure do buddy,” I said placing my hand on his thigh, “I used to worry about what my mom would think if she found out I was gay, but when I did come out to her, it was not what I expected. She was actually quite accepting and my fears were just that, my fears. But as to wanting to be Poz, I felt the exact same way and so did Rob, and we have found out that several of the guys on our team feel the same way, they want to become poz and then spread it. Make our team a family, kinda, all joined by being Poz together.” “Really? A bunch of hot athletes all want to become Poz? That is not something I would have imagined in a thousand years.” “Yep, it was the love of becoming Poz that started Rob and I to fucking each other, because Like I said, I have a thing for older guys. Guess some shrink would say that it comes from never knowing my Dad.” “So, have you had the chance to take any Poz loads?” “Yea, I have taken a few. And wouldn’t mind taking a few more from those hot Daddies Ryan and Dave.” “I get so Boned over their images, and have jacked off to the idea of them both fucking me and shooting their poz seed into me, making me one of their sons. Ryan told me they have a bunch of guys they have knocked up they call their sons.” “Yea, he told me the same thing. Hey, I have an idea. How about I see if they are online and we both go get fucked by them. Would be safer if we both were there to protect each other in case they were psychos or something.” “What could it hurt? Might finally fulfill my fantasy, and having a buddy there will keep me from chickening out.” “Cool, let’s see if they are online.” I opened up one of the apps I knew Dad was always on, and sure enough there he was. I texted him through the app that me and a buddy were interested in meeting up. His reply came back saying that he and Dave would be home around 4 if we were still interested then, to reply back. I passed the Info on to Justin and asked what we should do to kill the time. He suggested that maybe he could show me his Campus and Dorm. Again, I was glad to be wearing the jock, as my cock sprang back to attention thinking of being the first to unload in his ass. I readily agreed and we headed up the hill to the Campus of Georgetown University. The campus tour was nice, but the place I really wanted to see was Justin’s Bed. Justin paused as we walked up to a modern looking building on the edge of a campus loaded with old buildings. “And this is my Dorm. If you want, we can go see my room. Maybe my roommate won’t be in.” “Sounds good to me.” I replied, giving his hand a squeeze before we headed in. No one was seated at the security desk, and we quickly went to the nearest stairwell, Justin took the lead, and I watched his ass move in the tight jeans he was wearing as we quickly walked up to the third floor. He lead me down the corridor to a room with two name tags on it: Justin and Christian. The Door opened just as we got close, and a rather cute guy came out. Justin said hi, and he replied back. Justin asked him what was up, and he said he was off to meet some friends for some Football. After he had taken off down the corridor, Justin invited me in, and told me that was his Roommate Christian. I told him I understood why he lusted after him, he was quite good looking. “Yea, too bad he’s Straight.” Justin said as he cleared off a spot on his bed to sit. We both sat on the bed, and just looked around the room for a few minutes. I knew he was not going to make the first move, so I placed my hand on his thigh and leaned over to kiss him. He responded to the kiss, and began to kiss me back, his hormones taking over and all his pent up frustration came out in a kiss that lacked practice, but more than made up for it in enthusiasm. My hand slid up his leg and grabbed his stiffening cock through the denim and he moaned in pleasure. I knew then that I would have his ass and be the first guy to unload in him, and he’d not know he was taking poz cum till it was deep in him.

I was beside myself. I know I had admitted such a fantasy. I never once suspected my B/F would or could even try to set it up. The first guy had dumped his load inside me bare by 10 strokes which disappointed me. The next situation was entirely different. When my B/F told me that there was three guys on their way up, I thought he was fucking with my head. An hour or so later I knew better. Those three guys apparently arrived separately but once in the room, my B/F knew what HE wanted. I got tag-teamed I guess was the term. Once I heard them enter the room and him greeting them, I struggled to no result. I felt the bed then the next cock against, then into my anus. He was gentle for the first minute then got serious for the next three minutes then slowed. I thought he had cum but couldn’t tell. He climbed off and one of the others quickly took his place. I was trying to relax to the fucking which I was actually wanting and loving the feeling, but was trying to struggle due to some strange feeling of being raped. Apparently the second guy got some real excitement out of my struggles and unloaded inside me after about five minutes. He slammed his cock deep inside me and held it there for a solid minute or so. I was watching the bedside clock. He mumbled something about loving my ass and hoped I enjoyed getting his cum. I don’t know if it was the first guy next or the third guy but I felt no pain whatsoever as the next cock slid into me and started stroking. By then I had finally begun to relax to the situation. I knew I was going to get fucked and bred by people I didn’t know or would even see because of my B/F and I had absolutely no choice in the matter. I measured my own breathing finally, accepted and began to enjoy the feel of a strange cock sliding in and out of my ass for the first time that evening. I felt him slowly ramp up his stroking and ask my B/F if he could really cum in me. “Load him up!” was the reply. He kept stroking but at a slower pace. When he stopped, he waited then pulled out slowly. By now I was ready for any number of cocks. “Breed me! Fuck Me!” I would have screamed, but the penis gag prevented that. I should have been alarmed when I felt something warm spreading slowly down my scrotum. I knew that was his load oozing out. How many more was I going to get was my next silent question. Then, suddenly, my previous question was answered. That last guy was the first guy. The third guy surprised me by being large enough that I felt his entry despite my feeling of having been fucked sloppy. The third guy was significantly larger than the first two or my B/F. His entry should have or probably would have hurt if he had been the first one. As it was, it was uncomfortable for about the first ten or so strokes. After that I almost felt orgasmic and nearly did when he leaned close after about 10 minutes and told me he was going to cum in my ass then laughed while doing it and telling me that I couldn’t do anything about it. The warm feeling spreads down my scrotum again after feeling him climb off the bed. I figured my ass wouldn’t be much good for anyone else for the rest of the planned ordeal. I felt someone climb on the bed and start feeling my legs up and down. I hadn’t paid much attention so I assumed it was the next guy. As I felt the male figure starting to lay on top of me I heard my B/F whispering in my ear, telling me that he’s horny as hell from watching me getting fucked. I felt him enter me. I was hoping he was about to give me his cum which he did. He kissed my neck and got off of me and the bed. I managed to turn my head to see him pick his phone up. He tapped the screen several times then started telling me that he has to go home but he hoped I would have a good time. He said he was posting the entry code to the room in the ad and he would be back late Sunday evening or early Monday.

Sounds like you had fun! Share more please!

:DLove it and wish I had some nice cock like that in me too.

Of course. Yes! We also grow antlers, and have green mould in our armpits. If you look closely you'll see we're starting to grow a tail too! There are no common visible signs that someone has HIV. If it were that easy then there'd be no need for antibody tests. Epidemiologist could walk into the bars and pick out the people who need to be on antiretrovirals. All the "Clean U B 2" serosorting freaks would stay negative. We would have stopped this epidemic in it's tracks before 1990. I hate to put it this way, but you're 46. Have you been living under a rock for the last 30 years? Living as a hetro, and just coming out? Been under the influence of evangelical Christians or some other very conservative religion? If your level of HIV knowledge is really that low, PM me. I'll be happy to set up some kind of chat (text, voice, or video) and teach you HIV 101. Hell with my level of knowledge, I could take you right up to your master's thesis.

The answer to that question is simple: If it's not something you yourself really want, DON'T GET THE VIRUS. "Eh, what's the point" is not a good enough reason for such a life-changing decision. Neither is the feeling of being "left out". Sometimes a relationship requires making choices and thus limiting your own personal options for the future (moving in together, getting married, having children etc.). But getting pozzed is NOT something you absolutely HAVE TO DO to make your relationship work, as your experience with your poz boyfriend clearly proves. So don't expect an emotional reward for getting infected. You might feel regrets and even your husband might feel weird about it. True partnership is not about getting matching outfits (or serostatuses for that matter), its about meeting on the same level, about seeing eye to eye. And for that you sometimes have to retain some independence. So you shouldn't make life-altering just decision to please anyone, not even your partner. In fact he might respect you less for it. From personal experience with poz friends, including those with serodiscordant relationships: Like most people you will adapt to having HIV. It will be different, but over time it will be just fine. But don't expect it to solve any problems. If you don't feel the need to get infected because of a fetishistic obsession with bugchasing, it won't make you happier or your life easier. (E.g.: If you are the worrying type and constantly think about what might be if you get infected, you will then worry about what might happen if you develop side effects or resistances to meds). The only differences is: You can't go back. So you have to ask yourself: DO YOU REALLY WANT ONE MORE THING TO WORRY ABOUT UNLESS YOU ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO? IMHO and from what I've seen serostatus has nothing to do with a relationship's sucess. It's the same as with everyone: Mutual respect, communication, honesty, sincerity and caring is what matters.

If you could get on PrEP, then you'd all be taking ARVs and in that sense be part of the same club. (I know you already said you can't) Please also consider the feelings of your husband. The thought of having passed the bug on to you could be divesting to him. For most Poz guys, their biggest fear is transmitting it to someone else.

I've been poz for over 30 years,do I look like I have veins popping out on my head?

i love it. wish i had bf like that. top or bottom as long as slutty and open minded. love to be home after work and seeing him breed by someone . i have met few couple like that. the top guy flirted with me while his bf was in bed quiet looking at us. he asked his bf to show his hot smooth open ass. then he ask if i wanna fuck it. i did. when i was about to cum he asked not to pull out so he love seeing his bf take all. then he fucked him too.

I can understand the feeling of being left out: just as you can't really grasp the gut-wrencher that is HIV, their memories of being HIV- inevitably fade. I can understand the urge to line up alongside each other and face it together. When I was one of a triad in the late nineties, it was my husband who was the negative one. All three together or just me and my husband: keep it safe. Just me and our boyfriend: what's a condom? As tallbtm says you're an excellent candidate for PrEP if it's available where you are. No problems if you're in the US, other than the usual ones your byzantine health system throws up, more difficult elsewhere. If you're in UK the PROUD study hopes to recruit 2,500 gay men early next year, providing they get the funding. Other countries, you may be able to get it prescribed "off-label" as with two HIV+ partners you're at high risk. Kudos to your husband for wanting to protect you by waiting till he's gone six months undetectable. Six months isn't so long. I know of guys who've seroconverted and damn near died within five years. I know of people who had seroconversion illness so badly that they were hospitalised for months. Say you go ahead and get pozzed; therapeutic (as opposed to preventative) HIV treatment isn't necessarily a picnic. What if you end up being the one who has difficulty getting a regime that you can tolerate? How much anxiety will that put on your husband and boyfriend? Some people are lucky and can get away with a single combination pill a day - what if, like me, it turns out you can't tolerate the drugs in the combination? I'll be honest here and say that I fell out of the side-effect tree and hit every branch on the way down: few people go through the crap I've been through with ARVs. Are you prepared to gamble your future? HIV just ain't worth it. My husband got it at work, giving first aid to someone who'd hit an artery instead of a vein when shooting up. We thought nothing of it at the time, but five years later after a needlestick injury at work, policy then dictated he be tested for HIV and Hep B/C. The HIV test came back with a CD4 count low enough to show that he's had it for some time. I guess what you're feeling right now is similar to what I felt then: I just wanted to somehow get it out of his body. If I hadn't already got it, I would have wanted to get it. You've already got a husband and boyfriend with HIV: that's enough to worry about without you joining them.

PReP is probably the optimal solution. In my experiences, decisions made on the basis of, "I feel like this is something I want right now" seldom work out well.

I couldn't believe how easily we all settled into a happy routine. Ryan managed to get me some part-time work at the publishing company where he worked and somewhere along the line I moved out of the spare room and into Ryan’s and each night we spooned in ‘our’ bed, my ass firmly pressed into Ryan’s groin. When Ryan wasn’t around the other guys kept me entertained. Tommy with both Liam and Ross flitted in and out of our lives so that whenever Ryan was working late they would be around, and after some food we’d all snuggle up on the big couch and watch crappy TV. Calls of “bored with this programme” on many the evenings would lead to their hands wandering over my body. Liam and Ross would usually order me to strip, then wrestle me to the ground, knowing what was to cum my dick would be fucking rock hard dripping pre-cum but it was ass they wanted, my ass. With everyone stripped for action my lips would be pressed firmly around the base of one of their cocks whilst a long, slow drag of tongue across my ass crack would be the foretaste of getting comprehensively eaten out. My hole generally contracted briefly before relaxing on that tongue as whoever was behind me struggled to push further inside. Before I’d know it, my hole would be soaked with spit; I’d arch my back as a face was completely buried deep in my bubble butt as I voraciously deep-throated any cock that was available. Liam, Ross and Tommy would then throw me on the couch and put my legs in the air and with no lube other than spit a rock hard dick would be shoved in. I, of course, was in pig heaven, happy to get long-fucked with long, slow strokes, or power fucked extremely aggressively. I’d writhe and moan, "Yes fucking breed me, give me that load, I want that load". And then I felt it the warm rush of toxic cum bathing my insides. Before I had time to catch my breath the next hard cock would slip in my sloppy hole until all three had unloaded in me. By the time Ryan came home I’d be tucked up in bed reeking of sex and he would carefully spoon up behind me trying not to wake me…but with my ass pressed into his groin his cock would spring to life and with little effort would be balls deep in my gaping well-bred hole. On those nights we’d instantly find our rhythm: pushing in then slowly pulling away, but not all the way out, and pushing back together, being so loose Ryan’s cock would push in deeper than I’d ever been fucked before. All the time Ryan would whisper in my ear, “Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, fuck yeah…” until breathing hard he’d push in oh so deep and pinned me against the mattress sighing, “I’m cumming. Cumming. Breeding your fucking ass.” We’d often wake in the morning with his cock firmly lodged in my hole, plugging the toxic loads that had been shot into my ass. I was extremely happy and this domestic bliss made me feel loved and secure enough to start to think I was in love with my step brother but did he feel the same for me? I found the answer in an odd way. This blissful life came to a stuttering halt three weeks and two days after Simon’s brutal fucking. At first I felt slightly off colour, then my bones ached and slowly I began to lose energy. “Hey babe what’s up? Ryan asked. “Nothing, I’m fine," I replied. The next week I was extremely sick, and was unable to get out of bed. "What's happening to me?" I asked the guys who were gathered around the foot of the bed. I asked the question, even though I knew it was the result of that night almost a month ago now. Ryan cradled my head “Sccch my love, it’s your immune system fighting a losing battle as our poz babies take over your body, killing the old Justin before your rebirth as a confident and defiant fucking machine.” “My love” was the only part of the conversation I heard… Ryan got a dispensation to look after his ‘American in a foreign land’ step brother and work from home. Over the next few days and nights Ryan was at my side, mopping my brow, as I burnt up. The other guys must have felt bad for me as they clubbed together and bought extra bedding so I had a constant supply of fresh linen. When Ryan had to go in to work either Tommy, Liam or Ross would be there. Ross and Liam worked in a Call Centre that meant working weekends so at least two week days they were here to keep me hydrated and fed. The only trouble was what went in one end came out twice as much the other. Constant trips to the toilet meant my ass was more sore than all the fucking put together! They didn’t need asking twice when asked to gently rub in some soothing cream pushing fingers in my hole to make sure everywhere got covered. To keep me amused Liam and Ross jumped on-line to pay my membership for next month’s Hard On club in Vauxhall in three weeks’ time. They made a profile for me on BBRTS and set up a local party invite to meet up at Hard On 'with a freshly diagnosed poz top'. Within a few hours twelve bottoms had confirmed attendance and by the time Ryan took over later that night 84 had signed up. “Woo Hoo! Who’s going to be a busy boy then?” Not me I thought. It took all my effort to pull back the sheet covering me and looking down at my flaccid cock, my skin pale, gaunt and fragile. “The way I feel, this” waving my limp dick about, “is never going to work again.” "Just you wait. In a couple of days you will be energised and looking to breed any hole available, believe me." As Ryan and slept on the couch for the past few nights as I burnt up, I weakly demanded Ryan to "Get in bed." My fever was high but he stripped off and snuck into bed and curled up behind me, placing a sloppy wet kiss on the back of my neck. “I love you," he whispered as I drifted off to sleep. I slept the majority of the day. When I awoke, Ryan was in the kitchen cooking a meal, and the aroma of the food he was preparing wafted into the bedroom. For the first time in over a week I actually felt hungry. Weak as I was, I slowly made my way to the kitchen. "Good morning," I managed as brightly as I could, “Afternoon more like,” he replied. I smiled at him and Ryan held me a moment before I turned to go to the toilet, my head over the toilet bowl as I retching loudly and violently. Despite the smell Ryan was there, gently rubbing my neck and shoulders. He bent down and whispered, "I hear we need to visit Liam’s mate at the fetish shop to get you kitted out for something sensational to wear at Hard On for your outing as a dominant top."

So my first lunch time breeding had gone well. 18 loads up my ass and 4 down my throat (https://www.breedingzone.com/entries/1180-Lunch-hour-breeding). It seems I was a hit with the tops. My handler hit me up asking when I was going to be able to provide my services again. I was pretty busy with school and work but I was desperate for cock and more importantly loads. I asked him if we could do another lunch hour cuz it worked with my schedule. He said that would work best for him too. Shortly after our communication I got a mass text that was sent to about 30 guys including me. It had two pictures, one of my cummy ass hole from my last breeding and one of me being spit roasted between two black tops. Since I was blindfolded the first time around, this was the first time I actually saw me being used. I liked it, it was hot! Somehow not knowing who was breeding my hole made me horny, I instantly sprang a boner. The text read: “Young Latin cumpdump looking to take all loads during his lunch hour on Wed, 1 hour only starts 1pm. Text me back for details if interested” Now this was set up on Sunday, and I wanted to be sure I was desperately craving cock by Wednesday so I put myself on lock down, no hook ups, no masturbating; I wanted to make sure I was super horny and craving cock. Waiting till Wednesday was torture! By Tuesday night I had a hard time sleeping just thinking of the pounding I was going to take the next day, my ass was craving some cum and the next day could not come fast enough. That Wednesday I woke up, went to the gym, got nice and sweaty, came back home and changed into my jockstrap. My handler specifically requested I wear a jock and told me to make him proud, I had every intention to! I headed to work…I had a hard time concentrating, no pun intended. I sat at my work desk with a rock hard cock just staring at the clock on my computer painfully going by. When lunch time rolled around I practically ran out my work, I texted my handler and told him I was on my way. He said it was cool and to not be late, some tops had already let him know they were on their way and he needed my ass there to service their cocks. I smoked a joint on my way there, makes me hornier, and since I hadn’t jerked off since Sunday I was craving cum like no tomorrow. I was 10 min away when my handler texted me, told me that one top was there…he said: “one guy is here, the other is parking, when you get here come straight to my apt, the code is #356, I will buzz you in, come up the walk way to the left, apartment 5. Step in and fully undresses.” I hurried over and found a parking spot on the street, I practically ran over I was so excited, my hand was shaking when I punched in the gate code, it buzzed and I pushed it in, as I stepped in I saw a guy walking towards the building about half a block down and wondered if he too was on his way to give me his load. I walked up the walk way and turned left, my handler didn’t even wait for me to knock, the door swung open, he told me that 4 tops were already in the bedroom, he told me to strip down to my jock. I quickly took off my clothes and made sure to grab my poppers from my slacks. I could smell the marker as my handler wrote “CUMDUMP” in big letters on my back and then an arrow to my hole. It’s true, it’s what I was, what I craved, and what I was excited for. My handler then put on a blindfold on me and led me by the hand across the living room and into the bedroom. As soon as I walked in to the bedroom I could hear voices, I wasn’t sure how many tops were there but my handler had said 4 with more on their way. I was pushed into the room and all of a sudden I felt surrounded. I felt hands all over me, one was twisting my nipples, others were groping my ass, I felt fingers being inserted. I could hear them talk amongst themselves as if I was not there, it was so hot to be talked about like you are not a person…”mmmm…It has a nice ass, tight too”…”I can’t wait to drop my load in it”….”it has some nice cock sucking lips too” Someone smacked my ass hard, my cock got even harder if that’s possible, a voice told me to get on the bed. I was lead over to the side of the bed and I was roughly pushed down on it, ass up face down, I was told to get on all 4s. I quickly did what I was told. A cock quickly found its way to my mouth and started throat fucking me. There was no slow or ramping up, these tops knew they were there to breed a hole and were not taking it slow. I could smell the musk from the guy fucking my face, his pubes brushing on my nose. I gagged a bit, but for the most part I was able to hold my own as he rammed his cock down my throat. At the same time, I felt another cock at the base of my hole. I pulled off the cock I was sucking, I took 4 big hits of poppers and just let the high wash over me, the guy started to push his cock into me, I took two more hits from my poppers and went back to sucking cock. The guy going into my ass just pushed it in, didn’t take it slow (later my handler told me he was a bit scared for me because this guy was the biggest there and had a thing for making his bottoms feel some pain) I was so horny from not jerking off for days though, and flying high from the poppers that my ass opened up and he slid in with no issues. I even started backing my ass up on it, trying to get him to bottom out in my ass. I was in heaven, one cock was stretching my ass hole, slamming into me, which in turn would push be forward onto a cock that was going in and out of my throat. For the next 45 mins there was always a cock in my ass and one down my throat. I could hear the door bell ring from time to time and then footsteps. I could hear people getting dressed or undressed and people talking about me as if I was not there. “thanks man, that was some sweet ass”…”how many loads so far?”…”let me know about next time.” I had lost track of how many loads I had taken, at this point I knew I had a good 10 in me at least. Every time a guy pulled out my handler would ask him if he shot his load and then would make a hash mark on my back. It was getting close to the end and my ass was full of cum…I could feel it leaking down my ass and legs, when the top pulled out I farted and a big gob of cum came out, he simply scooped it up and put it in my mouth, I licked that hand cleaned and thanked him. That got me going, pretty soon, I was being fed loads from my ass, I was told to squeeze out, then I felt a pair of hands cupped at my mouth, I could smell the puddle of cum and I licked it up. I was in pig heaven; I thanked him and begged for more. I felt someone eating my ass, it was so tender from the pounding I was enjoying it, I was told to push out, and I could feel loads squeezing out, I then felt one hand on my chin, it lifted my face and I was told to open, then the top just spat all the loads he had feltched out into my mouth. I almost came! I took about 2 more loads after that and finally it died down, the last top was escorted out by my handler, I was told to stay put. He left the guy out and came back to where I was face down ass up on the bed. He got down and started to eat my ass, then he got up and lined up his cock to my hole and just slammed it in. my hole made a squishy sound and he started fucking me telling me how I did a good job, I had made him proud, that my ass felt nice and wet. It didn’t take him long to shoot his load into the mix. He pumped in his load one last time with one good thrust and pulled out. I was then allowed to take the blindfold off. I looked in the mirror, I had a lot of marks on my back, I couldn’t count them in the mirror…my handler counted them for me and I had 21 hash marks, one for each load. I felt like such a slut and loved it, I got dressed and left. I drove back to work, I had a major hard on going, I had never even nutted, but it was cool. I was there to take loads up my ass. If I nutted didn’t matter, and I preferred it this way.

Interacting with doctors all day everyday can be challenging. While most of them are indeed very smart it is the attitude that they are smarter and therefore better than everyone they meet that makes things difficult. There is one surgeon, Dr. M. that is smart and while not exactly what I would call good looking he does have a rugged masculine quality about him. He also has something big swinging in his scrub pants and I am checking that out every chance I get. Dr. M. goes to the same gym I do and a few weeks ago I was there late after work and saw him in the steam room. He got up to restart the steam and I got a good look at his naked body. Average but hairy in all the right places, nice ass and what looked to be an impressive cock. He scooted closer and we talked a bit more and I noticed he kept playing with his balls and cock lifting and pulling them. I watched some then did the same and quickly it became interesting. He leaned back and spread his legs giving me a good view of his low hanging balls and thick cock. He got up and stood in front of where I was sitting still talking and pulling on that cock. I reached out and replaced his hand with mine quickly followed by my mouth. He worked up a quick rhythm of face fucking me and I loved it. He pulled me up and then pushed me around so I was facing out the window and he stood behind me playing with my ass. He said he really needed to relax and fucking a hot hole always relaxed him and would I be willing to help him. Hell yeah I was willing. He spit on his cock and rubbed the head on my hole and finally I pushed back and the head popped in and then I took a breath and slid back until I had him all. He stood there a minute the steam and what we were doing was making it very hot in there. Soon he started a slow steady pace getting faster and harder. Dr. M. knew how to fuck and he was burying it deep and pulling all the way out only to do it again. He was pulling my hips back onto his cock asking how I like it and did I like his thick bare cock fucking my hole. The whole situation was feeding a dual fantasy of fucking a doctor from work and doing it in a place where we could potentially get caught. The curve of his cock had him hitting my prostate over and over and I told him I was going to come soon he just piston fucked me harder until he buried it in me balls deep and shot in my ass as I shot all over the wall in front of me. I see Dr. M. most days at work and occasionally at the gym. We have fooled around a couple more times usually when he has a rough day he will text me asking to get together. I have to say every time I see that cock swinging in his scrubs my ass tightens remembering the breeding he gave me.

I talked to this older guy online and we planned to meet at the Midtown Spa. When I got there he was waiting for me in the parking lot. He was in a very good shape, probably in his early 50's and was very charming....we got in...He suggested to just get one room and a locker so we both could share the room. I took my clothes off down to my jockstrap and my ball cap and wrapped the towel around my waist. We both got separated to find something fun. The place wasn't that hot so after awhile we both got together and he just suddenly took off the towel from my waist, and made me walk with my jockstrap on.....He guided me back to the room and he laid me down on my back, lifted my legs up and without a word started rimming my hole. He knew how to loosen me up. He also played with my nipples. It's like a wire is connected straight to my cock. He stroked my cock while having his tongue in my butthole. . I spread my legs wider open for him and he took this as a sign, and slid down my body. With some cheap lube from the bathhouse he finger fucked me, getting me ready for his cock. Then I felt the pressure of his cock against my tight hole. I moved my ass to help get his cock inside. Once the head got in...I knew I was ready. He first slowly fucked me and then started pounding my ass really hard. I was constantly sniffing poppers. When I changed position to get on all 4's, I realized that he left the door open and there were two other guys standing, watching us and jerking their cocks. He fucked me for a few more minutes in front of them, then pulled out and without asking me he invited the guys in. They both got me pig-roasted and took their turns...I got three loads in the room and then I was fucked again in the steam room by some muscle Latino guy who had no mercy.

Here in the South a lot of married guys still seem to be closeted, but there are plenty online looking for fun. I've been with a couple of them (maybe even more who didn't tell me they're married), including a married top about a month ago who insisted he never played raw, then came over and fucked bare without ever mentioning a condom. He's texted me twice now saying he wants to do that again.

3 nights ago, I met with a couple who were planning to host a small group at their place. One guy was an older white dude in his 50's but in shape, and the other was his twink bf in his late 20's. I got there little late, and there was also this muscle Latino guy in his 40's who was partying. We all parTied up and then started sucking each other off. Then the older white guy started fucking his bf in front of us, while the Latino guy and I were watching them. Suddenly, the Latino turned towards me, lifted my legs up and started to rim me passionately. After my hole was all wet, the older white guy pulled his cock out of his bf's ass, and without any warning shoved it into my wet hole. He pumped me hard while the Latino guy was holding my legs up, and I was returning the favor by licking his balls. The older white guy fucked me and dumped his load in me. Then it was my turn. So I started to fuck the young bf doggie style , while the older white dude was riding the muscle Latino's hard cock. After we finished, the Latino guy and I left the party. In the parking lot, he said that he is still horny. I was too. So we got into the back seat of his truck and he started to fuck me for at least 30 min....He pulled his cock out before shooting his load. He shot half of his load on my balls and hole, and then he shoved his cock back inside and shot the rest inside me....It was so fucking amazing.

Just because we're all twisted pigs, here's a picture of me immediately after doing my biggest-ever slam just a few hours ago.

CHAPTER 3 – JACE THE WHORE I love watching Brian plow a neg hole. He likes to get a boy on all fours, back arched—the position of total surrender. He grabs a giant handful of the boy’s musclebutt in each hand. Then, after impaling that poor unsuspecting bitch on his fat poz dick, he pulls back to expose the length of his shaft, throwing the full weight of his body into another deep thrust, his stomach and balls smacking hard against the boy’s wide-open hole. More often than not, a full thrust of Brian’s raw dick produces my favorite sound that humans can make: an involuntary primal grunt, emanating from somewhere deep in the gut, like pain and hunger at the same time. When he’s fucking a negboy, Brian pulls out every few minutes to slather more Tina-laced lube on his dick, leaving that hungry hole empty and gaping and slick with toxic precum while the boy whimpers a little louder and reaches back to spread his hole a little wider. With every dose of chems – with every shard of Tina smeared into that twitching fuckhole—the boy’s hunger keeps building, his fears and shames falling away as he gives in to a desperate, almost delirious craving. He starts mumbling incoherently, bits of pigtalk interspersed with sounds that aren’t quite words, but not quite moans either—the primal ravings of a bitch in heat. Before long, he’ll be making sharp backward hip-thrusts, impaling his chemmed-up jockhole at an increasingly rapid clip—smack, slap, slosh—as the skin on his bubble butt grows red from the pounding. If he’s like most boys, he doesn’t stop to ask questions when I put the Tina bong in front of him. By that point, he’s already tweaking on the chems in his butt, so he doesn’t put up a fight. He just wordlessly wraps his mouth around the glass stem, looking up at me with those pitch-black pupils as the bong chamber turns solid white and he eagerly fills his lungs with smoke. With every cloud billowing out of his mouth, he arches his back a little more sharply to elevate his fuckhole a little further toward the ceiling. There’s no question now: his ass is ours. In less than an hour, we’ve managed to transform a nice, upstanding kid into a helpless faggot with a Tina-fueled hunger for dick. I make sure to teach him the basic skills: how to take a nice deep hit, hold his breath for a few moments, and wrap his mouth around my cock before exhaling a thick cloud down the length of my shaft. (“Good boy,” I always say, which he usually answers with a muffled moan.) And while Brian’s cock keeps plunging its full length into that raw cumhole, I look down on our sweet, naïve, fucked-up negboy with a crooked smile of sadistic pride. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s get back to Jace. * * * After getting dressed, I headed back to the pool party. Jace followed just a few steps behind like some kind of forlorn pup. When we rejoined the group near the pool, I gave Brian a little wink. He walked over to Jace, chatted briefly with him, and led him back inside. They were gone for about five minutes. When they returned, Jace looked a little more flushed than before, and Brian was grinning the cockiest of grins. “I took him to the bathroom,” he whispered in my ear. “Then I worked a nice big shard of T up inside his butt with my dick. Had to keep my hand over his mouth to keep that bitch from sobbing with pure joy.” “You breed him?” “Not yet. Gotta keep his cunt on edge, you know?” “Good thinking, babe. Now it's my turn.” I turned toward Jace, flashing him a crooked grin before walking back into the house. He followed me to the bathroom. I locked the door behind us. Almost by instinct, he simply turned around, pulled down his swimsuit, and leaned over the toilet to expose his hole. I placed my palm over his mouth and shoved my cock inside him in a single rough thrust. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes and his hole spasmed in pain, but he nodded encouragement. I began pounding his twitching cunt with my raw dick. “Brian and I are heading back home in 5 minutes,” I whispered in his ear. “Cancel your plans. Be at our door in half an hour. Got that, pig?” He nodded again. “Good. Because I know you’re hungry for seed.” I felt a cold shudder run through his body. Goosebumps formed on his back. And then I pulled out, giving his ass a hard smack. “See you soon, faggot.” * * * Almost exactly 30 minutes later, I found Jace standing anxiously at our front door. He looked directly into my eyes and managed a single word: “Please.” I nodded and gestured him inside. Five minutes later, my dick was back inside his raw fuckhole. Brian placed the glass pipe against Jace’s lips and lit the chamber. “I’ll tell you when to inhale,” he said. “You ever play with Tina?” Jace shook his head no. I grunted in appreciation—as far as I’m concerned, there’s nothing hotter than a chempig initiation—and my cock twitched as I delivered a little bump of precum into that boy's newly partied-up butt. Meanwhile, with my cock still lodged deep inside him, I grabbed my phone to call Tristan, our dealer. (I'd been sending him updates throughout the day, so he knew what we'd been up to.) Tristan and I never bothered with formalities. "Please tell me that boy came back," he said when he picked up the phone. "Please tell me you're bringing that hungry hole to me." "Oh, he’s fuckin' ready, dude. In fact, he just blew a giant cloud on Brian's cock. Want him?” "Yes. In fact, I've set aside a very nice reward for you guys. A finder's fee, you might say." “Fuck yeah, bro. We can head that way in a few. He doesn’t have any loads in him yet, so you can be the first.” "Sweet! Get here fast, fucker." And with that, Tristan hung up. I pulled my dick from Jace’s hole, eliciting a truly pathetic whimper. “Don’t you worry, pig,” I said to him. “We’re taking you to meet our friend Tristan. He’s very eager to make a little money off this chemmed-up musclebutt. You ready to be a whore, boy?” “Yes, sir.” “OK, but let's be totally clear about one thing: I didn’t say slut. What did I say?” “You said whore.” “That’s right, boy. I said whore. And by that I mean a literal whore—a trashy fuckin’ pig who eagerly spreads his hole for any dude with a fistful of cash. Got that?” He moaned and reached back to expose his butt, now leaking a steady stream of lube and precum. “That's what I like to see, boy. Now get your fuckin' clothes on.” MORE SOON...

I was married to a woman for over 17 years, and we have 2 wonderful children together. The entire time I was married, I knew that I was gay and played around with guys often. There were several that I became emotionally attached to at various times. The most recent when we met, we both knew it was just the sex. I was married, he had just broken up with a Boyfriend, so we were happy with being just fuckbuddies. 5 years later, the emotional attachment was very strong, my marriage was falling apart and I divorced - telling the wife that the divorce was because I am and have always been gay. 3 years later, I'm still with this guy I now call Boyfriend, I am out to my family and friends, he spends many days, nights, weekends over my house with my kids still living with ME. We have an open relationship where we play apart from each other as well as with each other. Butt the emotional connection is definitely there with him!!

met a freaky guy about an hour ago in the rambles. ate his ass, fucked him, dropped a load.....sucked it out

Tonight I traveled to the tops' apartments - Got fucked by 5 guys in about 3 hours and got 4 loads... By the last two fucks there was a puddle of cum under where we fucked I had so much in my ass...