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He was standing in my living room. Twenty two years old , five foot nine 195 pounds of beautiful defined pale light skin smooth latino muscle, yes my boner was instant. He looked around the room as I had shut the door pretending not to notice the buldge growing down my leg. “So I got 10 bucks” He said nonchalantly pulling out the bill. “I figure a dime bag of whatever we had last time. It was pretty awesome shit.” “I’m kinda out of that bro.” I said walking right passed him into my bed room. I sat on my bed and pulled out my pipe and a little baggie of T and let the time beat. Finally I heard him walking down the hallway after me. Leo was hot but maybe slow. He finally opened my bedroom door saw me laying on the bed fiddling with the pipe. “So you don’t have weed?” He said. Standing in my doorway tiny waist but hunky shoulders and chest even his nipples were pointing at me through his black Oakley Tshirt. I couldn’t help myself, I licked my lips a little. “This is all I got till next week.” I said throwing the little baggie of tina on the bed. He looked at it and looked at me. “Ten dollars an’t gonna cover it though.” I continued on. “Oh.” He said finally looking around my bed room. Kingsize bed. Big screen TV. Mirror on the Ceiling and closet by the bed had a mirror door. “That’s cool. I’ll come back next week.” He said but didn’t move from the doorway. “Get in here Leo.” I said I was already stripping him with my eyes. “You’re a cool guy. I’ll give you a free pass this time. Smoke with me.” He paused and looked at the bag. “I don’t know how to smoke that” he finally said. I patted the bed and set up the bowl. “I’ll show you.” I lit up the bowl and took a hit, I made sure to only take a small one. I wanted him to enjoy more of it. Then I held the bowl for him while he put his soft little pink lips on the pipe. I saw his lips on the pipe and all I could think about was fucking his face with his head hanging off the side of the bed while my big balls slapped his eyes. I lit the bowl for him and once there was a big cloud of white I instructed him to in hale. He took it and broke out coughing loudly almost falling back. “That tastes like shit!” He said coughing in between every syllable. I opened a half opened bottle of Gatorade and handed it to him . he sipped it while trying to control his coughing and I took another small hit smiling. I watched as he sipped the Gatorade and wondered how much G was still in it. I pointed the pipe to him again and he put his lips to it and took another decent hit. I put the pipe down and looked at him while he coughed and sipped and watched with my blood pumping the high could not hit him fast enough for me. I got up and walked to my closet stripping off my shirt. Using the mirror I saw his eyes look at me. I saw him lick his lips just a bit before taking another sip. “Take another hit man. “ I’m just gonna change. He looked at the pipe and fumbled with it for awhile while he lit up another hit and I pretended to be looking for a new shirt. When he breathed it out I took off my shorts and underwear off in one swoop and turned around. I was sporting my full hard on. I walked over grabbed the pipe from him and layed down. “What the fuck man” He kinda gasped. “What?” I said like nothingwas happening. “ You already seen me naked bro. it whatever.” I grabbed the remote for the tv and turned on the gay bareback porn that was playing before I left this morning to set up the party . He turned from me and started watching. “Hey Leo?” I finally asked. “Sup” He said slowly without turning from the screen. “You like my cock?” He laughed and turned. “Yeah…It’s nice” “Then suck me off a little bro.” He looked at me and then at my raging hardon. As if trying to think, but the thoughts kept running away from him. Then he climbed over and layed down between my legs, grabbed my cock with both hands, and put the head in his mouth. ‘ohmmmmmmmm” was the only sound he made. “Oh. My. God.” Was all I said. He started to jack my pozz dick into his mouth licking the head having his tounge swirl the fat mushroom head I watched as histight body made his tight clothes move and I couldn’t help it, I start pulling his clothes off. He threw off his shirt, and I laughed a little. He was perfect. Smooth big defined chest, strong abs, pink nipples. I grabbed his dark black hair and pulled him toward me shoving my tongue down his throat. When his tounge pushed back on mine, I started pulling at his belt nearly tearing off his jeans. He shuffled out of them and his boxers and I grabbed his head again and led his high as fuck face back to my cock and started to feed the muscle boy. “Oh my God.” I looked at his ass. Just light small hair practically smooth and so big and muscled I grabbed both cheeks in both hands and he pushed back and moaned. The muscle boy moaned. I couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed him and got him on his back and licked down his torso. “This is so fucking intense.” He moaned. As I sucked on his nipple, I moved my dripping pozz cock near his hole rubbing and pressing on it. “fuuuck bro that’s hot.” I started to press on it, when he pushed back “Condom bro…”He muttered. Obviously there was not enough G in the Gatorade and I almost instantly felt myself softening. Fuck that shit!!! I nodded but said nothing and passed him the pipe. He lit up as I searched around the closet and pulled out a bottle of lube laced with T. He blew out a fresh hit, and went down on him sucking on his balls. “I’m gonna open you up.” I said as I lubed up a finger and started pushing it toward his hole. He nodded and moaned when my first digit invaded his hole filling his hole with a special mix I put together. “I burns…” He said after a few seconds, but he didn’t stop me. I got a second glob and shoved it in his hole. He winced, but I could feel his hole relaxing. I was looking at him when his mouth started to hangopen and his eyes started to glaze over and I shoved in three fingers now massaging the burning lube into the walls of his ass. He was breathing hard and staring at me with he mouth hanging open a loss for words. Only light soft sounds and tiny grunts were escaping his open mouth as my digits worked tip to knuckle in and out of his hole and my tongue pushed back into his through . his eyes never shut until finally I pulled my fingers from his hole completely. When he opened them, his eyes were in shock. “No,” He whined “ put ur fingers back in. Its amazing” His speech was slurred and slow. “you want something up your ass?” I asked. “Fuck ….yessss…” he said “How bout my raw cock? You want that up your ass?”I started to rub my death stick on his hole. He grabbed his giant legs in answer and was pulling them back. “Fuckkkkkk….” He responded “I said, ‘ Do you want my raw cock in your ass’?” He nodded slow and hard “Yes!” I lined up my cock with his hole and started applying pressure to his lubed up tina filled hole. “You gotta open that hole up for me Leo.” “Fuuuuuuuck:” He moaned as the pressure and lube began to make slow room for his hole. Then our eyes locked and his mouth and eyes opened wide as my head slowly sank into his hole. I pulled back for only a second then pushed forward again, and his hole began to accept the slide going just deeper and deeper. “FFUUUUUCKKKKKKKK.” He said eyes wide mouth wide starting back at me. I could feel the walls of his ass stretching hard to accommodate my penetration. He was breathing so hard and fast starting at me as I slide back and forth opening and pushing further slowly and steadily he started making sounds like animal gasping when my cock was now stretching his hole still half of my cock trying to bury itself inside the muscular walls of his neg muscle boy cunt. And the tightness!!! He was squeezing his hole and ass so hard it was choking my cock but I was so hard and thick it felt like a glove stroking my uncut thickness in him . as the balls finally grazed his ass, he through his head back eyes open at the mirror above watching himself be impaled mouth wide open breathing hard and making sounds and finally uttering the only word he could: “FUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKK” I looked up and saw my muscle boy. My leo in the mirror muscles and veins glistening so young and clean and neg. So smooth and hard and neg. So young and tight and so about to be filled with pozz cum until my dick falls off. I fell on him throwing my arms under his legs, getting up on the balls of my feet and started to fuck. I licked his neck as his arms grabbed my back and thrust my hips into him again and again, feeling him squeeze his hole tighter only made me want to break him harder. I smash him to his own instruction. “OH MYGAWD” He yelled “FUCKMEFUCK. AWHAWHAWHHHHHAWHAWHAWHAWHHHH…fuuuuuck. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. AHHHHHH. OH…FUCK…FUCK…ME. FUCK FUCK FUCK. OHMYAWD. Fuuuuuuuuckkkkkk.” Sweat started to drip off of me, and I pulled up wiped my self and started thrusting forward while holding his ankles watching his muscles tense and move and then I felt his hole start to loosen. Slowly at first, it was open, but then it adjusted to my assault and I could pull out completely for the first time and then push back in balls deep. Leo threw his head forward while I did this from tip to base and back again looking at my cock going into him in the mirror. He tilted his head while screaming religious hymns to my dick watching it disappear into his hole. “Ohhhhmaaagawwwd” He said when he pulled his gaze from the mirror watching him fuck . “You like that daddy dick leo?” First words I’d said for awhle. “Fuck yes daddy!” he yelled “You want that daddy cum” “Fuck yess!!” I went balls deep and thrusted deeply from there quickly and repeatedly till I felt my balls boil. He was loosing his mind from the deep dicking I was giving him I yelled: “You like that fucking pozz cock in your hole” His eyes were wide. Mouth open. Breathing hard. “You want my dirty pozz daddy cum in your hole!? He was taking my deep dicking, His face scrunched up. “FUCK YES I WANT UR CUM IN MY ASS!” I pulled his legs apart pushed as deep as I could go and began to unload rope for rope of pozz dirty cum into his neg hole. He moaned and groaned while I continued to push my cum into him again and again till my dick finally softened and I pulled out. “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”He whined and flipped over on his knees and hands.”Fuck me!” He pushed his ass back and arched his back. “Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!” He was begging and I hardened instantly. I climbed behind him and slipped my dick into his blinking hole and he moaned and whined and dropped his chest to the floor “Fuck meeeeefuuuuuck meeeeeee fuuuckk meee!” he was nearly crying. I fucked on, slapping his ass. “Who does this ass belong to?!” “You daddy!” “Who does this ass belong to?!” “It’s yours daddy!!!” “WHO THE FUCK DO YOU BELONG TO!!!” “All yours daddy its all yours. I’m all yours! FUUUUCKME!!!” “ARRRRRRRRGHHHHHHH” I began slamming the muscle boy primally smashing balls against ass while he yelled and begged in sheets and all that could be heard aside from the sound so slapping flesh on flesh and moaning and groaning, and me slapping his ass was him saying: “FUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKMMEEEEEE!!!” at the top of his lungs till I blew a second load of thick creamy pozz juice into his neg smooth muscle boy wrecked ass hole.

PART TWO Fortunately the music started up straight away so Sam and myself made our way back to our seats. As we sat down Sam said to me "Man, that Jessie of yours is a lucky girl, you're a fantastic kisser", blushing I replied that he wasn't too bad himself. Our plan for one last drink went out the window though after winning the drink cards as I wanted to remove all evidence of me being there and whenever someone came to the bar they wanted to buy us a drink in celebration (and who says no to a free drink?) The drinks eventually took their toll though and I made my way to the bathroom for a piss. As I stepped inside I moved to the trough which had room for 3 guys side by side. I was pissing with my eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of breaking the seal for the night when I heard a familiar voice beside me, "Mmmmm, and a nice dick as well" and then gave my cock a couple of long strokes. I turned in shock to see the MC from earlier in the night. He was standing next to me jerking his cock and not even pretending to piss and I could tell that he'd be rock hard before too long. A voice on the other side of me said "Sorry mate, but he's all mine and I don't like to share." Turning round I was incredibly thankful to see Sam's smiling face. He batted the MC's hand away & took hold of my dick, expertly stroking me. Thinking it would be best if I played along I agreed, "Maybe some other time but tonight's it's just the two of us" and I slipped my hand inside Sam's pants and started to fondle his cock, turning towards him for another passionate kiss. I was thankful the MC couldn't see my face as I was so shocked by the size of Sam's cock. Even semi-hard it was longer & thicker than I could imagine! "Let me know if you change your mind then" the MC said as he left while I did my best to get my hand out of Sam's pants, zipped myself up & returned to the bar. Sam returned shortly after and apologise immediately. "Sorry I had to do that again mate but I figured it was the easiest way out for you and I'd already grabbed you once tonight. What's one more between friends!" We both laughed, "Hey I'm sorry if I went too far in there myself" I said, "It was probably the alcohol talking but I thought it was better if I played along" "No problems at all man, especially seeing I got to kiss you again. And Jessie's even luckier from the looks of that dick of yours" I choked on my dick, "Jessie's lucky!?! Mine's nothing compared to yours. God you could cause some real damage with that thing!" "It's been known to" Sam replied with a smile END OF PART TWO

When I woke up, I was on the basement floor with dried cum on my ass, legs and mouth. As I started to stir, Sam came downstairs and noticed I was awake. He then took me into the bathroom to shower and get cleaned up. As I started to shower and wash my body, Sam joined me in the shower with his hard cock and pushed me under the shower head and then pushed his cock into me. As he slowly fucked me in the shower he was using his hands to soap up the rest of my body including my rock hard cock. He was slowly rubbing my cock as he was fucking my ass and as I began to shoot ropes of cum against the shower wall, he was shooting ropes of cum inside of me. After the shower we dried off and went into the kitchen where my dad was. Dad says that I should know what happened between him and my mother. He begins to explain what happened. Before he left us he explained, how he and my mother hadn’t had sex in months and one night after work he went into a new bar by the office. He didn’t realize at the time it was a leather bar as it was only about 5:45 at night and the place was mainly empty. He said that he was drinking jack daniels and Sam noticed him and started talking to him and buying him more drinks. Sam realized that my dad didn’t know what type of bar he was in or that my dad was gay at the time but Sam decided to change both of those things that night. So has he continued to buy my dad drinks to get him drunk he slowly got closer to my dad. After a few drinks my dad felt the need to take a piss and Sam told the bartender to save their spots as Sam showed my dad to the bathroom. When they got to the bathroom, my dad saw two guys making out in one of the open stalls wearing only leather jock straps. My dad stood there in shock at the scene before him and slowly Sam walked up behind him and asked if it excited him. My dad said he had never seen anything like it before. The two guys noticed my dad and Sam watching them and they motioned for them to come over. My dad was stunned but Sam knew these two guys and as he nodded he pushed my dad over to them. The two guys then proceeded to give my dad his first man on man kiss and as the two leather clad men alternated kissing my dad, Sam slowly undid my dad’s suit pants and they fell to the floor. Dad was was only wearing a jock and Sam took full advantage and slowly started to lube my dad’s ass as the guys slowly started working on his cock. Before my dad knew it Sam had put his bare cock into my dad and slowing took his anal cherry. After Sam deposited his load in my dad, the two leather clad guys did the same. After an hour my dad and Sam finally made it back to their chairs to close out the tab. Sam took my dad back to his apartment near the bar as my dad was in no condition to drive. Once back in the apartment Sam proceeded to fuck my dad all night. When my dad woke the next morning he was being spooned by Sam with Sam’s semi-hard cock still inside my dad’s ass. My dad asked what happened and Sam proceeded to tell him that my dad was his best fuck in years. My dad said he wasn’t gay but before he could finish the sentence Sam started kissing him and fondling my dad’s cock to hardness. Before he knew it, my dad gave in to the temptation and proceeded to fuck Sam for the first time. When my dad blew his load into Sam’s ass he knew that he was no longer straight and preferred fucking a tight ass over my mother. Sam and my dad continued to flip fuck the rest of the day until they realized how much they fit each other. My dad started spending his time outside of work with Sam fucking each other and playing with others. All of their sex was bare as my dad said it should be and one of their sessions at that leather bar left a lasting result on my dad. He and Sam were cruised by a couple of leather bears and the four of them ended up at Sam’s place flip fucking all night and into the next day. What the leather bears left Sam and my dad was the gift that keeps on giving and a few weeks later both of them got the fuck flu. Once the doctor confirmed my dad had HIV, my mom threw him out of the home and left my dad homeless. Sam said he and my dad should move in together as they had a shared connection now. to be continued (next time I learn how James got involved and what's next for me)

I did my homework, Haiti had the highest HIV transmission rate in the western hemisphere. The size of the cocks was only matched by the poverty and lack of anti-virals. I would spend a week there milking as much unmedicated poz seed into my cunt possible. I arrived at my hotel and was escorted to my room by a very solicitous bellhop. I figured after the third "anything you need Sir just let me know" that I would let him know that I needed my cunt pimped out to as many huge cocks as possible. We agreed to a per cock procurement rate for him and I was pleased to hear that $40 US bought you an hour of str8 cock tearin up your hole. It appears, I wasn't the only cumdump who came to Haiti for the big black uncut cock and dirty seed. We sealed the deal with a benjamin for him and his seed dripping from my swollen cunt lips. I love any kind of greed, mine for dirty poz loads - his for US $. There seemed to be no shortage of tall very thin tops willing to rape n breed a mericon. My favorite, was a kid no more than 18, 6'4, 145 lbs, badly pockmarked skin with a foreskined monster cock. He could piston fuck for hours and dump multiple loads in my bleeding gaping hole. I left Haiti a week later with dozens of new HIV strains in my DNA and the added bonus of gonorhea and syphillis. I plan on returning annually for a recharge...

Just got back from a 6 guy party at a hotel. Guy from LA was hosting it and damn was it fun. Ended up taking three loads (one for sure was poz) and breed two asses as well.

I'd just moved into town with my wife but she was away for a few days at a conference. Having been bored to death watching TV the night before I knew I didn't want to stay at home so decided to take cab into the centre of town to see what bars were open. Not being a massive club man I saw a bar that looked pretty welcoming & thought I'd stick my head in for a little while and have a couple of drinks. As I walked in I could tell pretty quickly that it was a gay bar, and while not totally my scene, I certainly didn't feel intimidated. I just thought that I'd have one or two & then get a cab home. There was a small dancefloor and stage & apart from that there didn't seem too much room, apart from a seat at the bar. I asked the guy who looked like he was alone if he minded me sitting there & pulled up the chair next to him. We got to some polite chat and I found out that he was new in town as well. Sam had just moved from interstate after the break-up of his relationship and was looking for a fresh start. Although he was in his 50s he certainly didn't look 25 years older than me. He had a bit of grey in his hair & I could tell he'd looked after himself because he was wearing a tight business shirt. He was just going to have a quiet drink or two as well before heading home. All of a sudden the DJ's booming voice came over the PA, "ALRIGHT EVERYONE, IT'S COUPLES DANCE TIME!!!!" We both looked at each other with an "oh god" look on our face as it seemed everyone except us was a couple ad they moved out onto the dancefloor. "THAT MEANS YOU TWO AT THE BAR AS WELL" the DJ yelled out. "Well Adam", Sam said to me, "Doesn't look like we can sit this one out" I blushed beet red and made my way out to the dancefloor with Sam and we sheepishly danced around each other. We were dancing closely, but not really making any body contact as we both felt very awkward about it all. We'd started to get a bit more relaxed when we heard a guy next to us yell, "Come on you two, you know you're allowed to dance closer than that!", grab Sam's hand and put it on my crotch. Despite wanting to reel back in shock, the floor was so packed I was unable to and Sam's hand stayed on my cock for a few seconds before we moved it away. The music stopped and everyone applauded the DJ going on his break while we made our way back to the bar embarrassed by what had happened. "Hey Adam", Sam said, "I'm really sorry about that. I certainly don't do those things with married men!" "It's fine" I replied, a bit shocked by what had happened. "I knew it wasn't your idea. Let's grab a drink, forget about it & we'll call it a night" "NOW IT'S TIME TO CROWN OUR KING & QUEEN OF THE NIGHT!" came the MC's voice from the stage. "Well at least we know it won't be us" I smiled to Sam, and within seconds of saying it, the spotlight landed on us sitting at the bar. We waved to the cheering crowd but were quickly told that we had to go up on stage to receive our prizes. We received our drink cards & joke sashes, waved to the crowd and started to make our way back to the bar. "NO YOU TWO, YOU HAVE TO KISS!!!!!!" Looking at Sam I said, "Quick, let's do a quick peck and then we can leave" "Sure, I'm game if you are" We gave each other a little dry kiss & then started to make our way off the stage "BOOOOOOOOO!!! WE WANT MORE THAN THAT!!!" The crowd roared its approval "Not sure we can get out of this one either" Sam said to me. He pulled me close and then whispered in my ear "And think of it this way, no-one knows us here, so it doesn't really matter that much" "That's true, let's give them a little show" I replied. We moved together and I let Sam take the back of my head in my hands and pulled my face close to his. Instinctively I opened my mouth and our tongues snaked in each other's mouths, making sure the audience could see how passionately we were kissing as they cheered & wolf-whistled us. Breaking off the kiss, Sam waved to the audience and did an exaggerated bow while I stood there a little lost, shocked at how great a kisser Sam was and how much it turned me on. We both made our way off the stage with the MC as the music started up again, me still in a bit of a daze when the MC patted me on the shoulder, "Man, what a kiss! You two must have an AMAZING sex life." Still in a daze, all I could mutter was "uh......yeah...sure do" END OF PART ONE

I did PA (and guiche and both nipples) year ago. PA was healing in the best and fastest way, I had many problems with nipple's. But freshlu after piercing my cock was bleeding for over two days, so basically I had to use sanitary pads for three days but it was totally worth it, I had to learn how to piss again ive already stretched it three times from 1.6 to 5mm and im not shooting cum so far anymore just dripping it but oh well anyway I love it thinking about stretching it again and making some more piercings

(part 2) As the sun peaked through the windows as Friday dawned upon the bedroom, Charlie and Peter were sucking each other's cocks as Miguel fucked Jamie reminding him who is in charge in the relationship. Charlie and Peter were ready to crash as Miguel deposited a load inside Jamie's well used ass. Miguel left the the naked boys in bed to make arrangements for the newbies welcome into his business and family that he had always wanted. Jamie knew better then to follow him but Miguel came back to the door and motioned for him to come to the living room. Charlie and Peter had a brief discussion as they passed out about the fuck they had received. Both were not sure what to make of the raw fucking they dad received. They nth knew from health class that v they should use condoms fir fucking to prevent HIV but Peter find the raw fuck exiting where Charlie was scared. Peter told him that he shouldn't worry, at least not anymore. If Miguel and Jamie are HIV+ it's too late, they will be HIV+ soon as well. Peter's cock became very hard and he couldn't resist fucking Charlie in his state of mind. Peter climbed on Charlie's back, pinned his varms to the bed and forced himself between his legs and as he forced his hard cock inside his friend ass he whispered to him how much me had been wanting to fuck his sweet ass. Miguel explained to Jamie his plans for the evening. A party at the house with all welcomed to come fuck the newbies and seed their neg asses while they are tweaked out on nice slams am weekend long. Jamie want all the Ken in the idea until Miguel reminded him of his own welcome over a year ago, right before he told his old man he was gay. Jamie's chick began to thicken a little as Miguel noticed and said (while stroking his growing member) that he knew Jamie would be 'UP' for it. During the planning they heard Charlie's whimpers. They looked into the bedroom to see Peter fucking Charlie. Miguel commented that it looks like Charlie was going to be like his older brother, a submissive bottom. Miguel was already figuring that he'd have to effectual out later I his place one rung below his own boy Jamie. This weekend (and weekend to come) should do the trick. If not he'd lend him to his friend for a few days. Miguel cock grew stiff as he watched Peter fuck Charlie and left Jamie to carry out his instructions for that night's festivities as he went back into the bedroom and mounted Peter's ass as he was fucking Charlie. Miguel grabbed Peter's hips and rammed ask 8"if his cock in balls deep forcing Peter to collapse on top of Charlie as he pounded home his dominance into Peter's hole. He reminded both boys that they were to do as they were told or they'd be out on the street. Peter began to enjoy the fucking he was getting and tried to move a little inside Charlie's home as Miguel wasted no time and seeded the twink. He then instructed Peter to pound as hard as he could into Charlie and cum inside him. Peter wasted no time and after having Miguel fucking him came quickly. After which gee told Charlie's to clean Peter's cock off. Charlie was a little hesitant about doing this but knew he had to comply as he saw the look I'm Miguel's eyes. After Peter's cock was cleaned he told Peter he was to suck a load out of Charlie and swallow it before they were allowed to get some rest that they would need since they were going to a party this weekend. Not really knowing what he really meant about the okay, Peter began to longingly suck Charlie's cock. When Charlie finally came it was a big load to that Peter did his best to swallow down. It wasn't the fist load he had eaten (and it wasn't going to be his last).

Sorry for the delay guys. I'll start on chapter 5 and post it ASAP. The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 4 As usual the phone rang at around 3 p.m. I didn’t even look at my cell phone screen or give my mom a chance to respond. “Hello mom. Yes, I’ll be there on time.” “I’m just checking.” “I know. I was expecting the call.” “Well, you don’t have to be rude about it.” “I’m not mom. I just knew you would be calling.” “Well, I’m glad you will be making it on time. You know how your father likes to have dinner on time.” “Yes, I know mom. I’ll be there.” “I know you don’t like when I ask this,” (Here it comes….. my mom’s opinions), “and I don’t want to pester, but your Aunt Ester and I have been wondering if you found a nice church yet.” (Thinking to myself) Well, I tricked with a priest in the rectory at St. Sebastian’s once. “No, I’m still looking, mom.” “Now whatever church you choose is really up to you, but remember, you were brought up Lutheran, and even though we weren’t fond of those Catholics, Aunt Ester became one…..well she married into it, dear, but Aunt Ester thinks you’re old enough to be safe around those priests now. So if you’re meant to be a Catholic, then so be it, but don’t be putting your fingers in that holy water, that’s so unsanitary.” “No, Mom, I wouldn’t think of putting my fingers anywhere that wasn’t sanitary.” (Thinking to myself) Unless my tongue checked it out first. “You remember Betty across the street don’t you, Isaac? You know the one with the ugly pansies in front of her house? I’m talking about flowers, dear.” “Yeah, mom.” “She told me today that her son is getting a bunch of tattoos. Betty was shocked to say the least. I don’t understand why he would want to do that.” “Well, it is his body, mom.” “Yes, but…..what do you mean It’s his body? You’re not thinking about getting any of them are you?” “No, mom, I’m not THINKING about getting any tattoos.” “Good because if God wanted you to have tattoos you would have been born that way.” “Oh, so it was divine intervention that you were born with pierced ears, mom?” “That’s different and you know it.” “How is that different, mom?” “Tattoos are defiling your temple, but earrings are just….. just a little bling.” “I’m sure God sees it that way.” “Don’t get smart with me, Isaac.” “I’ll see you tonight, mom.” My mom was going to find out about my tattoo sooner or later. Might as well be sooner and get it over with so I wore a short sleeve shirt to my parent’s house for dinner. I pulled up in front of their house and parked on the street. I started to walk toward the front door and saw my dad standing in the front window. “Walter, get the baseball bat!!! There’s a thug coming up the driveway.” Looking out the front window Walter said, “That’s Isaac’s car out front.” “Oh my God, the thugs got Isaac. Call 911!!” I opened the front door, “Hi mom. Hi dad.” “Oh for heaven’s sake, Isaac, get in here and shut the door before Betty sees you.” “It’s nice to see you too, mom.” “What is that on your arm? And what happened to your hair?” Sarcastically, “What?! You don’t like my new look?” “Well, your hair can grow back, but……but…..you told me you weren’t thinking about getting one of THEM.” “I’m not THINKING about it. I already got it.” “I suppose you think that’s funny.” “Not at all, mom. I happen to like tattoos a lot.” “Well, your father hates it.” Speaking quietly in the background, Walter said, “Actually I kind of like it.” I smirked a little. “You see, he hates it.” “Mom, I’m still the same Isaac as I was before. Actually I’m MORE myself now.” “Well, I don’t have to like it.” “No you don’t, mom, but it’s for me, not you.” During dinner my mom kept looking at me. I could tell she wanted to say something and it was only a matter of time before she couldn’t keep it in any longer. “Please tell me you’re not joining a biker gang or doing drugs, Isaac.” I chuckled, “No, mom, I’m not doing drugs or joining a gang of bikers. Dinner is good, by the way.” My dad added, “I happen to like your tattoo, Isaac. It looks well done.” My mom chimed in, “Walter!!” “Whhhhhaaaat? It looks good.” “Thanks, dad.” My mom changed the subject, “Are you seeing anyone, Isaac?” “I’ve been on a couple dates.” “You know you can bring your guy friend home.” “You mean my boyfriend.” “Well, I don’t know what to call him.” “It’s no different because I’m gay, mom. He’s by boyfriend.” “Well, your boyfriend is welcome here.” “I know. We’re not at that point, mom.” After dinner, while my mom was in the kitchen, my dad hugged me. “Don’t listen to your mom. She means well, but….. You look good, son.” “Thanks, dad.” “Take care. See you soon. I love you, Isaac.” “Yeah, I love you too. Bye, dad.” My mom hugged me goodbye and whispered in my ear, “No more tattoos.” I whispered in her ear, “It’s my body, mom. I happen to like them.” “You’re mutilating your body.” “To you I am. It’s art, mom.” “Art shmart.” “I love you too mom.” “Just take care of yourself, Isaac.” She kissed me on the cheek. “I am mom.” (If she only knew I was also chasing poz seed). “I love you, Isaac. I just want you to be happy.” “What makes you think I’m not happy?” “Nothing.” “Well then……” “I just worry about you. I’m allowed, you know.” “I’m fine mom. I’ll talk to you later.” “Bye. Call me when you get home so I know you made it alright.” “Ok. Thanks for dinner. See you later.” As much as I love my parents, I was happy to be heading home. My mom can be a bit exhausting at times, and tonight’s dinner was about as relaxing as having a root canal. When I got home I called to let my mom know I was home. I flopped onto my bed, let out a deep sigh of relief, and drifted off to sleep curled up with my pillow. Zak and I talked during the week. His laughter at the details of my event-filled evening at my parent’s brought a little too much pleasure to his world. I had to chuckle a bit, though. He did not have the pleasure of meeting my mom…….YET. If our relationship continued to progress he would experience her bubbly personality firsthand. He suggested I grow my beard long, tattoo my neck and head, and pierce my septum, then invite my mom’s neighbor, Betty and her son, to my mom’s house for lunch together. I could see from his response that Zak may enjoy goading my mom relentlessly. I invited Zak to spend the weekend with me in Milwaukee and sweetened the bait by telling him we could initiate my house with some poz breeding. He took the bait and immediately cleared his schedule for the weekend. I was excited to have him coming to Milwaukee to spend time together. By Thursday I couldn’t keep my hands out of my pants, but for all the wrong reasons. My pubic hair was growing back and my crotch was itchy as hell. I tried to look like I didn’t have crabs or something while at work, but every step I took just made me want to tear my pants off and scratch like a dog covered with fleas. I never shaved my pubic hair off before our play last weekend, and as erotic as it was having Zak take a razor to “the playground” I vowed I would never do that again. I prefer pubic hair and body hair anyway. I had no choice but to tough it out. Zak had tattoo appointments Friday night so he drove up early Saturday morning. I took him to an early lunch at my favorite restaurant in the Third Ward. We arrived early, so it was still quiet before the lunch hour crowd flooded in. Our waiter was extremely handsome with dark hair pulled into a pony tail, a neatly trimmed thick beard, tattoos covering his right arm, and a beautiful, round, fuckable ass. “Hi, I’m Jonathan. I’ll be taking care of you today.” (I thought to myself) Yeah, I’d like to be taking care of you too. Zak said, “Hi Jonathan.” I added, “I don’t remember seeing you here, and I come here fairly often.” “I’m pretty new. I just moved here about a month ago.” Zak joined in, “Oh, where abouts are you from?” “I’m from Palm Springs.” “Ouch, you moved from California to Milwaukee?” “I know, I loved Palm Springs, but I have family here.” (Again thinking to myself) That you do, and we’re sitting right in front of you. “So, can I interest either of you in a cocktail to start?” Before we could respond, Jonathan dropped his pen on the floor. I reached to pick it up at the same time he bent down and our hands met at his pen. He brushed his hand lightly against mine and oh so intentionally. My gaydar was dinging “off the chart,” and my cock was half boned in a flash. I picked up his pen and handed it to him. Jonathan looked into my eyes as he stood up, gave me a smile and wink, “Thanks a lot.” With a grin on my face, “You’re welcome.” “Uh, oh yes, cocktails?” Zak ordered a bloody mary, and I got a martini. We skimmed the menu, and the waiter shuffled off toward the bar. “Did you see what just happened?” “How could I not? That boy is family, and hot looking family at that.” “He boned up my cock that’s for sure.” “Bet you’d like to poz his ass. I bet my virus is already taking over your body as we speak. You’re probably already poz with a growing viral load. Your body just hasn’t reacted yet.” Jonathan returned a few minutes later with our drinks. “Are you ready to order, or do you need a few minutes?” Zak said, “Sorry, we were chatting not looking at the menu. I’ll shut up and focus on the menu. I need a just few more minutes, please.” “Ok, I’ll step into the men’s room for a second and be back in a bit.” Jonathan glanced over at me, before turning and disappearing down the hall toward the bathroom. “Well, what the hell are you waiting for, Zeek? Get your ass in there.” I strolled over to the men’s room and as I walked in Jonathan glanced over his shoulder at me. He was standing at the urinal with his legs slightly spread. I took the urinal next to him and didn’t say a word. He was stroking his hard shaft and looking at his cock. He didn’t flinch as my hand slowly passed into his line of vision and grasped his boned up meat. His cock throbbed in my grip, and he let out a quiet moan. I stroked his cock and led him by his hard pole into the bathroom stall and closed the door. Our lips were locked in a flash. Jonathan unzipped my jeans and pulled out my hard cock. He said, “We don’t have much time.” “Then we better get to it.” I dropped Jonathan’s pants to the floor. I grasped his ass and massaged his man cave as I turned him around. My cock found his ass crack and I pressed my shaft against his hole. “I want to fuck you.” “If you can make it quick, go for it.” I gave him no time to bring up a discussion about condoms. I bent him in over, spit in my hand and lubed up my cock then pressed my shaft head to his cunt. Jonathan spread his legs and arched his back into my hard tool. With a little force I shoved the head inside. Jonathan flinched and his ass tightened around the head of my dick. Thinking my fast entry was painful I held my cock still. With one quick thrust, he shoved my cock deep into his ass. A gasp escaped from Jonathan’s mouth. He reached behind me and grasped my ass, holding me tight against his cheeks. After taking a few deep breaths he released his grip on my ass. “Fuck me, man. Give me that cum.” “Fuck yes. I’ll load you up.” I began to thrust into him, first slowly, then hard and fast, burying my meat all the way into his gut. Knowing someone could walk in at any minute I held nothing back. There was no verbal talk, no kissing, no massaging or caressing, just all out hard fucking. I grabbed his hips and drove my tool into his hole over and over. The thought of filling his ass with what I hoped was a potent dose of charged seed brought me to the edge in no time. My cock stiffened and swelled even more. I gave him no warning as my shaft began to throb and pulse. A huge load of cum shot from my cock in rapid succession, coating his guts with my DNA. I pulled my cock from Jonathan’s ass, tucked it into my pants and zipped up my jeans. He stood up and planted a big kiss on my lips. Jonathan’s rod remained rock hard, standing at attention with precum leaking from his piss hole. He stroked his shaft a few times then stuffed his stiff rod into his pants and zipped up. “Thanks, man….that was fucking hot.” “Sorry it had to be so fast, but I loved it.” We kissed one more time then I slipped out the bathroom door. Zak glanced at me over his menu as I approached our table then stared at me after I took my seat. “Well?” I just grinned and gave him a few slow nods of yes. He smiled back at me then we both continued to browse the menu. Jonathan returned from the bathroom with a professional posture. Except for the slight bulge remaining in his jeans from his still half erect cock, he was put together neatly. “See anything you would like on the menu?” Zak couldn’t resist, “From the silly grin on my boyfriend’s face I would have to say yes.” Jonathan immediately made eye contact with Zak. Zak winked and smiled at our waiter then gave him a lusty once over with his eyes, “I’ll have what he just had with a bacon burger on the side.” Jonathan chuckled and blushed a little. Now turning slightly toward me, “And you sir?” “I guess I had my dessert before lunch, didn’t I? But, I’ll have the mushroom burger and fries.” Jonathan smiled and collected the menus, “Thank you guys. I’ll get that right in.” (Thinking to myself as I glanced at Jonathan’s ass) Think I just did that, man. “No…..Thank YOU, Jonathan.” He didn’t know just how much I meant that, but maybe he would find out in a month or so. While chowing down on our burgers Zak wanted details. I shared that Jonathan never inquired about my status and there was no discussion about condoms. “He has no idea that you’ve been taking poz cum?” “Nope, not a clue.” By the time I reached the part about me filling Jonathan’s ass with my seed, Zak had a raging hard on. “Fuck, you have me so turned on, Zeek. I want to fuck your ass so bad.” Our lunch continued with plenty of flirtatious fun with Jonathan. After finishing our meal he returned again, “Can I get you anything else, guys?” Zak suggested, “Like coffee, tea, or me? Because I’ll take the ‘ ME’ part to go.” Jonathan and I chuckled, “You guys are fun to wait on. Please do cum again.” I added, “Oh, we’ll definitely cum again.” He placed the bill in the center of the table with a brief note with his phone number, “Call me anytime for the ‘ME part to go’ guys…..thanks again for EVERYTHING.” He got a good tip. While driving back to my house Zak was still turned on by our erotic lunch. He whipped his rock hard cock out and stroked his meat. I reached over and wrapped my hand around his shaft. His rod stiffened and throbbed as I stroked his cock. I knew what was ahead for my ass and the thought of that gave me a raging hard on.

I have 20 jocks and my favorite ones are cellblock, nasty pig and timoteo. The timoteo sport one is the best one to get fucked in.

I love having a variety of colors and brands like Andrew Christian (lots of colors and diff designed...some i don't like so I love though they aren't really so supportive or durable), Timoteo, 2xist, cin2, and others. really like some of the Addicted and ES stuff though pricey. I like classic white or black too...white to appear more tan, black to appear more slutty (at least in my mind). My two favs right now though are CellBlock (which is made by Timoteo but is a bit more dark/fetishish/harry vs swimmer) and Pump...love the name, colorful, and very well made.

Part 1: “So… fancy a fuck?” I almost dropped my scotch on myself. “Excuse me…?” The young man sitting next to me at the hotel bar gave me a little smile. It was a gorgeous smile and he knew it. The long bangs of his black hair partially covered his green eyes. “Why sit alone in a hotel bar? I can think of better ways to spend an evening.” Perhaps I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me back up a bit. I travel a lot for work and this trip had taken me to Birmingham, England, which is only about 70 miles south of Manchester, where my husband and I live, but as there are very few straight roads in England, it is almost an 85 mile drive, which, in bad traffic on the M6, can result in a two or three hour drive. So I was staying in a hotel in the city centre, (downtown to my American friends), of Birmingham for a couple nights. I had dropped my jacket off in the room but hadn’t even taken off my tie before heading to the hotel bar. The bar was fairly empty and the staff were busy playing on their cell phones when they weren’t getting a drink for someone. I had already downed a couple scotches in maybe 40 minutes when the young man had sat next to me, introduced himself as Jordan, and struck up a conversation. He wasn’t quite a twink… he was masculine with a firm body suggesting he spent a generous amount of time working out… but he was young. I guessed 22 maybe 24, (roughly half of my 42 years), and dressed smart but casual in an untucked black button up shirt and black jeans. I do work out and keep myself fit. My blonde hair, kept short to project a conservative image at work, and blue eyes are clear indications of my family’s Nordic background although we’ve lived in the UK for generations. I guess I look good for my age. I could probably pass for 38 or so (yeah, I moisturize <lol>) but I’m definitely not used to younger guys coming up to me in bars. I told him my name, Eric, but I didn’t think much of it. Just another guy in a hotel bar passing the time. But as we chatted, Jordan slowly moved closer until his leg was against mine. I’m married… happily so. Well, more or less happily. I mean… you know… I love my husband. Brian and I met five years ago and quickly became best friends. Six months later, we took a holiday together and our relationship bloomed into something more. We have been together - and monogamous - ever since. I’m not saying the spark has gone out but we don’t have sex that often any more. And when we do, I always end up on top despite my having been more of a bottom before. If I was being honest, I would admit that we have settled down into a very quiet existence… and by quiet I mean mundane, routine, and - yes - boring. When Jordan put his hand on my knee, though, I didn’t pull away. He was gorgeous and we were just talking. No harm right? He bought us both a drink. A bit later I bought the next round… after all, fair is fair. I can’t hold my liquor like I did when I was younger so I was pretty relaxed by this point. He got me talking about my life. Jordan was so friendly and such a good listener I found myself telling him about my husband, about our life together, about where we lived, about where I worked. On and on. And all this time, his hand gently rubbed my thigh… working closer and closer to my crotch. It felt so nice, I didn’t stop him, even as I hoped he wouldn’t notice I had gotten hard. 
When his hand rested on my crotch, though, he didn’t seem surprised at all. He rubbed me gently and I moaned in spite of myself. I had to stop this, it was getting out of hand. I picked up glass to take a sip… and that was when he asked me that question: “So… fancy a fuck?” His hand rubbing my cock gently through my trousers. His beautiful face close enough that I could feel his breath on my cheek. His body so close and firm. And the warm glow of alcohol in my veins. In that moment, my husband felt so far away and the idea of going back to my room alone felt so cold. “Excuse me?" “Why sit alone in a hotel bar? I can think of better ways to spend an evening.” My mouth was dry. I couldn’t form any words. So I just nodded. “Good.” Jordan smiled and I swear I felt flutters in my stomach. He stood and waited for me to do the same. I was surprised to realise he was so much taller than me… at least 6-2 to my 5 foot 10. I staggered a bit as I slipped of the stool but Justin caught me. I honestly hadn't realised I was so drunk. “Let’s get you back upstairs, Eric,” he said once I had my balance, slipping his arm around me possessively, his hand resting on my ass, and guided me to the lobby. I may have heard a snigger from the bar staff but couldn’t be bothered to pay attention. Jordan’s quiet self-assurance was even more arousing than his hand had been on my dick. I could have melted into him right there as we crossed the lobby. Within minutes we were entering my room, and no sooner had the door closed when he bent forward and kissed me. Passionately. Arousingly. His tongue slipped between my lips. The first kiss from someone other than my husband in years. His hands slid down my back and brushed my ass. My body trembled. He took my right hand and pulled it to his crotch. I could feel his hard dick straining inside his jeans. My fingers traced what was obviously a very big dick. “That’s for you tonight, baby,” he said, adding "I'm gonna give you all of it.” I moaned into our kiss. “You want that don’t you? You want that cock? Tell me you want it.” “Yeah… please.” I managed to whisper. “Fuck yeah. Nine inches, all for you tonight.” He broke off the kiss, steering me over to the king size bed and had me sit on the edge. He slipped my tie off then began unbuttoning my shirt, casually tossing both aside. I tried to unbutton his shirt off but he slapped my hands away. He pulled my shoes off and then my socks. “Stand up.” I stood and his hands unfastened my belt and then slipped my slacks down to the floor. I stood before him in just my pants (my underwear to my American friends). I keep my chest trimmed but not shaved and, as I mentioned before, I do try to stay fit. Jordan stepped back and looked me over appreciatively. “Not bad. Not bad at all.” His fingers caressed my nipples then trailed down my chest, brushing my dick - still hard and straining in my white briefs, a wet spot growing on the front where my precum was seeping through the material - then reaching back around and sliding inside the waist band and caressing my ass. I felt myself melt into his chest. “Yeah… that’s what you like, isn’t it? You like having that ass played with.” “Uh huh.” I said drunkenly. I felt him pull my briefs down and they slid to the floor with my slacks, my dick bouncing up as it was freed. I was completely naked and Jordan completely dressed. He kicked my clothes away and pulled me tight against him. His hands groped my ass and his fingers teased my crack as his tongue found its way back into my mouth. His fingers were circling my hole. “Fuck you are tight. How long has it been since you got fucked?” 
“Over four and a half years.” I whispered. “Shit. Don’t worry… we’ll take care of that tonight.” His finger pressed against the hole and pushed. My ass opened and allowed his digit to slide in. “Oh yeah… you know what you want, don’t you?” He was so fucking sexy, so self-assured, and I really did want to get fucked. I surrendered myself to him… to this twenty something stud. “Yes. Please fuck me. I want you inside me.” His hands were on my shoulders, pushing me down. I dropped to my knees in front of him. He unzipped his jeans and fished that long dick out without unbuttoning his jeans. I had no doubt that it was every bit of 9 inches as he had said and very thick. “Why don’t you get a closer look first?” His hand on the back of my head pulled me towards that hard shaft. I opened my mouth and he slipped past my lips. The first cock, other than my husband’s, to fill my mouth in years. Jordan’s cock was an entirely different experience. Brian has a great cock, but this monster put him to shame. Jordan’s hot young body was firmer than Brian’s. He smelt different and tasted different. It was so intoxicating. His cock slid in and out of my mouth, drifting deeper, and he eased into my throat. “That’s it.” He cooed above me. “You are such a good cocksucker.” I couldn’t talk with my mouth and throat filled with his meat, of course, but a low moan escaped from deep inside me. His thrusts were rougher now. He was using my mouth, not allowing me to suck or control the blow job. “You look amazing with that cock sliding in and out of your mouth.” I heard a click and glanced up to see him holding a mobile phone above me, snapping pictures of my his cock sliding into my mouth. Oh fuck.. some part of my deep inside knew this wasn’t good but I was too caught up to stop him. So he just kept fucking my face for several more minutes. I could taste his pre-cum coating my tongue and mouth. Finally though, he slipped out and took a step back. “Why don’t you get on all fours on the bed? Let me get a good look at that ass.” I scrambled off my knees and climbed on the bed. Facing the wall and presenting my ass to him. I felt his breath on my butt. His hands parted my ass cheeks. And then his lips and tongue were on my hole. He was like a madman. Licking, slipping his tongue inside me, even little nibbles on the sensitive sphincter that made me jump. My ass was quickly dripping with his saliva. As he ate my ass, he guided me until I had turned to face the mirror over the desk with him behind me. I could see him, still dressed with his amazing hard cock sticking out of his fly, with his face buried in my hole. I was panting and starting to sweat when he stood up behind me. It was time. Jordan didn’t ask if I was ready. He didn’t whisper any sweet-nothings in my ear. There was no pretence of being gentle. He spit on my sphincter and on his cock. His cock was at my hole, his hands gripped my thighs and pulled me back slightly. His cock pushing forward, defeating my body’s natural resistance, forcing it’s way inside me, piercing my barrier. Monogamy forced aside by his big tool. It was painful, so painful, but I did not want him to stop. “Oh, god yes, fuck me. Please fuck me.” “You are so tight, baby.” He said. “But when I’m done you will be nice and stretched out.” He thrust hard into me again, as if to prove his point. Another inch slid inside me, then another, and another. He was relentless in driving deeper inside me. Merciless. And so very fucking fantastic. This twenty-something stud was fucking me, using me, tearing up my hole… and I liked it. I started at his reflection in the mirror, his body undulating behind me. Sensual. Confident. Determined. Gorgeous. He pulled his cock all the way out. My hole trembled and tried to close. But he slammed back into my hole and I was impaled again. I cried out. Again. And Again. Deeper each time. I watched in the mirror in front of me, seeing his whole body thrusting when he pumped inside me. He had his phone in his hand again, recording our fuck. Me on all fours, him behind me, pounding me. Alternating between close-ups of his dick in my hole and our reflection in the mirror: me on all fours facing the mirror, pounding me from behind. “Yeah.. you are loosening up for me, baby. Fuck… you are such a slut! You like this don’t you… you like it rough. Like me using your ass like a pussy?” “Oh Christ!” I moaned, words flowing out of my mouth without thought. “You feel so good in me. I’m your slut!” “Oh yeah, baby. I’m going to breed that hole really good. Gonna fill you up! Tell me how much you want that.” Breed? I’m no idiot. I know what the phrase means. My heart stopped in my chest as I realised there had been no discussion of condoms, of status. My head was swimming but felt an instinctive panic. I tried to pull away but his grip on my thighs held me tight. “Here is comes, bitch… I’m coming!!” And he was. I could feel that massive member swell inside me. His thrusts barely slowed. And volley after volley of seed fired inside me, filling me up with his dick slime. Finally his dick softened and slid from my ass. I could feel a trickle of his cum leak out and drip down the back of my balls. I could hear the camera clicking again. I was in shock… realisation about what i had done dawning on me. He had fucked me, without a condom, and come inside me. “That was hot…. you have a great ass.” Jordan told me. He was kissing me again. I still hadn’t come and I quickly realised he wasn’t done yet either. I didn’t protest as I felt his cock getting hard again. ** I woke up the next morning, my head feeling like it was about to explode (I really hate hangovers). Jordan was gone. He had shot a least two more loads up my ass before we fell asleep… him still fully dressed, me naked as the day I was born. Now, in the light of the morning, I thought about Brian - about how I had betrayed him - and I felt so ashamed. Jordan had left me a note telling me how much fun he had and hoped my business trip was a success. There was no number or last name on the note, so I assumed this was a one time thing. I can’t believe I was so wrong. 
 --- More to cum (so to speak). Plan is 1 chapter per day this week (plus epilogue).

My biological father was killed in a car accident when I was 10 years old, leaving my mom and me on our own. My mom struggled as a single mom for a couple years, but she was miserable without a man in her life, so it was hardly surprising to me when she started to date again. What was very surprising was that when she finally picked a second husband, she chose Bud. My dad had been an incredibly intelligent, cultured, and soft-spoken academic, and Bud...wasn't. My dad used to spend hours on the weekend absorbed in books, but Bud was more the type to spend hours on a chair in front of the TV, drinking beer (and if we were lucky, he'd be wearing pants). But he was nice to my mom, and nice to me, and my mom stopped worrying all the time and seemed more relaxed. I know that some people, in particular my biological father's family, used to question her decision to remarry so soon and why she chose a man so unlike my father, but she just used to say, "He makes me laugh" and leave it at that. I did overhear her talking to a friend once, who asked the same question, and instead of her usual answer, she replied, "Because when I'm riding his monster cock, I can cum two or three times for every time he does." I didn't really get it at the time, but like I said, she was happy and relaxed, and so I was too. I asked Bud one time, before he married my mom, what his real name was. He told me that his parents had wanted everyone to like him, so they named him Buddy. But as he got older, he shorted it to Bud. Then he told me how, even though he knew that he could never replace my father, my mom was very important to him, and so that meant that I was very important to him too. He knew that having a man around was very important to a boy in his teen years, so he hoped that I would soon feel comfortable to talk to him about anything. He was so sincere, and my mom was so invested in this new relationship, that I bypassed the stage where most step-kids resent the new man in the house. Even so, although Bud and I tried, but when it came down to it, we had very little in common. I was very much my father's son: quiet and introspective, shy and lacking confidence, not in the best shape, whereas Bud was loud, brash, in-your-face, a proudly self-proclaimed redneck. Even so he'd pretend to take an interest in my schooling, and I'd pretend to enjoy watching football with him, and we had a friendly relationship, which was a relief because I started having some interesting changes happening to my body around then, and he was right, it was nice having a male friend to talk to about it. He got me through wet dreams and pubic hair, masturbation and shaving, all without a scratch (literally). It was interesting, but as Bud's and my friendship got stronger, his relationship with my mom got worse and worse, and so did mine. I think that she envisioned that her second marriage would be mostly about the two of them, with me just hovering on the periphery keeping out of their way. But Bud wasn't having that - we were a family unit. So the two of us got closer, and my mom's jealousy drove her further and further away. It got to the point that when I was 16, and I finally admitted to myself that maybe thinking about the quarterback at school while jacking off meant that I was gay, that Bud was the first one that I told. He hugged me, told me that he loved me, and that he was proud of me, and told me that I might want to hold off on telling my mom until things got better. I was so relieved that he was okay with it, given his proud identity as a redneck, but he just told me, "I think of you like my own son. You are mine, and I'm not getting rid of you that easily". This new insider knowledge made us even closer, causing all sorts of whispered conferences just out of mom's hearing, and private jokes - it wasn't that surprising that she packed up and took off one day. When my mom left, Bud made it clear to everyone, especially me, that he considered me his son and was planning on keeping me with him for the next couple of years until I was 18. I was so relieved that I wasn't going to be uprooted, or lose another parent, but he just hugged me and said, "I told you, I'm not getting rid of you that easily." Since he started working long hours to make up for the loss of the second income, I started picking up my mom's extra work around the house. It wasn't easy, because I kept fucking it up for one reason or another, but Bud was very quick to kindly correct me and get me back on track. He became more and more of a guiding hand over the the next two years, and I spent more and more time with him, because he made me feel good about myself, even though I kept screwing everything up. We talked about college sometimes, and I told him that even though my grades were good enough to go anywhere on a full ride, I wanted to go to the college in town so that I could live at home and take care of him. He agreed to the idea, saying, "I'm not getting rid of you that easily" and chuckling over that old joke. Then, my 18th birthday came around, and everything changed. I woke up the morning of my 18th birthday to a strange tickling sensation. I was startled to find Bud sitting on my bed, in just his jockeys and his ever-present trucker's cap. It was shocking because Bud had always stressed that my room was MY place, and he never entered without permission, until this morning. He was, as I said, sitting on my bed pretty close to naked (I was completely naked, as I had started sleeping that way every summer), and the tickling sensation was his middle finger, slick with lube, sliding back and forth up and down my ass crack. I was paralyzed by the bizarre nature of the situation, so when Bud put his other finger to his lips in the classic "Shh" signal, I obeyed. Then he slid his finger into my hole, and I had to let out a gasp. Even though I was 18, and had known I was gay since I was 16, I was still a virgin. This, ironically, had been advice from Bud - that you only get one first time, so make sure that it's special. So, Bud's probing digit was the first thing to ever enter my hole, and it wasn't the most pleasant intrusion. I tried to wiggle away, but he put a first grip on the leg closest to him and I was stuck. He figured out when he hit my prostate based on my reaction - my eyes got very wide, and I lost my breath. Then he pulled most of the way out and then slammed his finger into my teen G spot again...and again...and again. After three minutes of this, my dick decided it couldn't take anymore and I came, sobbing a little with the intensity of it. I was pretty sure at this point, because I knew with 100% certainty that Bud was straight, that this was a really vivid wet dream - like a birthday present from the universe. So when he reached out and scooped up my cum off my chest, and held it out to me on dripping fingers, I obediently opened my mouth and starting sucking his hand clean. I heard from his end of the bed the snap of a cap, and the pop of a Ziploc bag opening, but was so focused on doing a good job that I didn't pay attention until his fingers (this time middle and index) slid into me again. This time the intrusion burned more than before, and it staying warm even after the initial burn. In fact, by the time he was deep as my prostate again, my whole ass felt like it was smoldering. The shock from my prostate felt ten times better, and when he pulled all the way out, my ass had never felt so empty. The pop of the Ziploc again, and his fingers were back - this time the smoldering turned into a full-on blaze of lust. My ass needed to be filled, and stretched, and used. I was making little noises in the back of my throat, and when he pulled his fingers out of my hole again, they got louder. Bud smiled, and wiping his lubed fingers on his jockeys, he stood up and came to loom over me. I could see his enormous bulge straining at his briefs, and I remembered, as a kid, hearing my mom use the term 'monster cock', but the feeling from my ass was making it hard to focus on anything but how empty my ass was. He looked down at me and smiled, saying, "I've been waiting for this day for some time now, boy. I thought about it often enough, and almost jumped the gun a couple of times, but I realize that it is very important for your development that you understand that this is a choice, and that you are an adult, and aren't being manipulated or victimized, so that when you decide to embrace it, you know that it was your choice, okay?" My head was starting to spin, too much for me to really understand what he was saying, but I felt I had to acknowledge him somehow, so I grunted. He continued, "The choice is that you can either tell me to fuck off right now, and I'll leave and we'll forget this ever happened, or you can ask me to stay, but that means that you do everything, and I mean EVERYTHING that I say. It's your choice." My head was spinning even harder now, and I was desperate for some physical contact to hang on to, so I started groping blindly in his direction, which is how I grabbed hold of his cock. My mom was right - it was a monster. He laughed and pulled my hand off, holding me firmly by the wrist, saying, "I need to hear the words, boy - either go or stay." I focused as hard as I could and gasped out "stay" - whatever he had planned couldn't be worse than this isolated, horny, bizarre spinning feeling. Bud feigned confusion, "Sorry, couldn't quite catch that..." I was sobbing again, the feelings of lust and emptiness so strong within me, and so I sobbed out a much louder and definite "Please stay". When he chuckled, it froze my blood - I had never heard him sound so...well...evil was the best way to describe it. He shucked his underpants, and his monster cock sprung free. Then he pulled my chin so that I was looking directly into his eyes, and said, "You asked for it, faggot." Coming soon - part 2.

This is a real life experience of mine that's pretty hot (at least to me!) on a number of levels - first it involves a military guy, a favorite type of mine; second it has a great (and ultimately harmless) revenge factor in it; and finally it took place in my early 20s and was my first encounter with doing T. Though my family was 4th generation New York City on both sides, my parents chose to move to the burbs 15 miles north of Manhattan before I was born (so of course, as soon as I went to College at 17, I went to a NYC university and moved myself BACK there!). Sometime around the time I was about 6 or 7, which would be 1968 or 1969, a feud among two groups of kids in my neighborhood evolved from screaming matches and minor mischief to an all-out "war" - of rotting apples no less - hurled with astonishing accuracy one late summer evening. The combatants included my older brother (now a police sergeant) and most of the other kids of the 13 - 16 year old age group. I was just an innocent by-stander who happened to be considered a prime target by the "bullies" my bro and his friends were fighting. Therefore, one of the toughest kids in the neighborhood, who was also an astonishingly good southpaw pitcher on the playing field, clocked me in rapid succession with an apple to the gut, and then one to the head. I went down like I was pole-axed, gasping to breathe as the wind had been knocked out of me... the result of seeing a little kid down and not breathing broke the battle up immediately and the "bullies" took off majorly chagrined. Within just a year or two, the kid who pegged me was shipped off by his parents to the military to get him under control... Fast forward to 1985. I had just finished a summer stock season and had 10 days before I was due at a regional theater in the midwest for a 5 month run. I had a guy subletting my apartment in NYC through 'til the end of that run, so I really couldn't go back to my apartment for the 10 days. My parents were cool with me staying in my old room in the 'burbs, so I was staying at the old homestead. I was horny - having lived in NYC since 1980 when I headed to college, I was used to sex anytime I wanted it - not just bars, but sex clubs, the Rambles in Central Park, the Trucks in the Village, bathhouses, the Y on 62nd Street, you name it. Back in those days even the burbs had gloryholes in almost every department store... so since I wanted sex and not chat with old buddies at the local gay bar, I popped over to the mall to see if there was any action. Sure enough, the T-room at Bamburgers was hopping - too busy to get anything done, really. I found myself cruising a real hottie - blond buzz cut, 'stache, mirrored sunglasses - screamed "MILITARY"! - and he was cruising me right back. With a jerk of his head to the door, he headed out and I followed. Out on the sales floor he says to me, "got anywhere to go?" and I told him no, I was staying with my parents for a few days. He laughs and says that he was in exactly the same situation! Both of us were very frustrated when he says, "you cool with doing it outside, so long as its somewhere no one could see us?". I told him that was great with me, lead the way. He had taken the bus, so we went to my car and I told him to direct me where we were going. Soon enough, we're headed down the main road my 'rents live on and I say "are we close?" and he said we were. I started to laugh and of course he asked why and I said, "because that green house up there is my parents house..." Turns out HIS parents lived right around the corner - I asked where we were going to play and he asked if I knew the path through the woods behind his house that led to an old cemetery. I knew it well and also knew the abandoned graveyard was not patrolled - it was an excellent suggestion on a warm summer night. He said he needed a few things from inside the house and I said I'd go drop the car back at my parents and meet him on the street in front of his house in five minutes. I dropped off the car and pulled my knapsack from the trunk, stuffing a picnic blanket into it, and returned to his parents house. He was waiting for me with a military rucksack, and I followed him along the side of the house into the back yard and on the path through the woods. There was a moon, so we could see, although everything was in stark contrast. I indicated his rucksack as we walked. "Military?" I asked. "Yep, army helicopter pilot on leave," was the response. "Damn hot" I told him. "You're pretty damn hot yourself, man" was his response. "You grew up to be real eye candy." I stopped walking for a second. "Wait a minute. Do I know you?" He started to chuckle, "I'm afraid you do, but you might not realize its me. I think I've owed you an apology for about 15 years...". And that was when I started to laugh along with him. "See," he said. "You do remember." "Kinda' hard to forget - you pitch a mean fastball..." "I pitch a mean fuck too, but I think I kind of owe it to you to let you start this thing on top..." "Damn straight, man." "Nothin' straight about it...". We both laughed. "So you're... John, right?" I said. "Yep," he said, "and if I recall, so are you?" I nodded as we both continued to chuckle. We came out of the woods at that point and came into the rear portion of the old cemetery. The land was cleared of trees but only a few tombstones were scattered around here and there - the main portion of the graveyard was up a 20 foot slope on the other side of the field. There were hundreds of monuments and tombstones and even a couple of crypts up there. We found a flat likely spot away from the path and screened by a few stones. I threw down the picnic blanket. I let him know that I had poppers and KY in my kit as we sat down. "Cool" he said, and pulled something out of his rucksack. It was a pipe made out of glass, and although I'd never seen one like it, it was not a pot pipe nor a crackpipe. He put something that looked like a big piece of road salt into it and heated it up from underneath with a lighter. "What is that?" I asked. "You not cool with getting high?" he replied. "No problem, I've done a bunch of different things, but what is that?" It being the '80s and having been a club kid all through university, I'd done pot, which bored me; and ecstasy, which made me throw up; and coke, which could be fun during sex, but damn expensive, and faded too fast. I wasn't interested in PCP or anything that would make me hallucinate, and crack was something I was leery of. He assured me it wasn't crack, it was crystal and after taking a big hit himself he leaned over and shotgunned it to me. The vapor was much smoother than any weed I'd ever had (I wasn't then and never have been a cigarette smoker) and it was easy enough to inhale from him. After I exhaled, he held the pipe up to my lips with the lighter underneath and told me to draw slow and steady. I did, amazingly not coughing like I would with 420, and after a few moments, exhaled a pretty big cloud of white vapor. "Excellent," he said. "Now take another big hit and shotgun it back to me." I did so, and the next few minutes were spent shotgunning hits back and forth and making out. It only took a little while for me to feel an effect and I thought it was awesome. "Fuck!" I said. "I thought I was horny before, this stuff has me ready to tear your clothes to shreds!" "Then let's get naked" he replied. We both started ripping our clothes off and tossing them aside - we were screened enough, and I was getting high enough that being totally naked where someone just might see us didn't concern me in the least. Turns out he had a great body (no surprise) with awesome pecs, with the right amount of blond fur all over. He was about two inches shorter than me, so about 5'10" but with that muscled chest he was a bit broader than my ripped but trimmer dancer frame and he outweighed me by probably 15 pounds. Our cocks were basically a match - average in length, but both fatter than normal and circumsized, though his ballsac hung down a LOT lower than mine did - I envied him that! Despite the tina, we were both sporting hardons. We did a few more puffs on the pipe while feeling each other up, then fell down into a 69, both of us sucking cock like our lives depended on it. I remember that cock being so amazing to suck and this went on for quite sometime, but I kept being distracted by little glimpses of paradise beyond his lowhangers. I came up for air... "Damn, I gotta get my tongue in your hole man...". "Yeah, baby," he replied. "Let's take another hit, then get your face in my ass and get it ready for your cock." Out came the lighter, white vapor curled, we puffed and shotgunned a few times and then he lay down on his back and lifted those legs. I pulled my poppers out of my bag. This was the real stuff in those days - amyl - and handed him the bottle. He took a big huff and passed them to me, and I took a huge huff as well. I got the top back on and slipped the bottle back in his hand just as they hit me and I went animal. I slid my knees on either side of him, pulled his legs way up and dove face first into that hairy hole. I was so intent on eating that hot manhole for all I was worth that I felt like I was shoving my tongue and half my head up his channel. He was nearly apoplectic with horniness as he thrashed and moaned under me, muttering "eat me man, eat me..." between moans for at least 15 minutes. Finally, I heard him huff the poppers and he said "Do it now man. FUCK ME!" I lowered his legs to my shoulders and dripped saliva onto my cock. No way I was stopping to find the KY now! He held the poppers under my nose while I did a hit, then returned the bottle to his nose while I slowly but steadily pressed into that butch butthole. Heaven. Between the poppers, the crystal, the fact that he was a hot military dude it was already one of my hottest fucks to date. That's when he pulled the final card. "Do me man! Fuck that hole. Punish me for being the fucked up bully I was to you. Take it out on my hole man - punish me good and make me your bitch tonight." THAT sent me into maniac mode. I literally roared (probably loud enough for some houses back in the neighborhood to hear if their windows were open) and WAILED on his hole. I fucked him missionary, I fucked him doggie, I pulled him onto my lap and made him ride me, then stood us up with his legs around my back and fucked him standing - which if I'd thought about it made us visible to anyone who happened to be cutting through the woods. We wound up back on the ground face to face when I finally blasted him full of cum, an orgasm that in my enhanced state felt like none I'd ever had before. "Now that was a grudge fuck for the ages, man. Way to go!" I remember him saying. "Let's puff up and then its my turn... you'll be amazed at the stamina this shit gives you." He put more rocks in the pipe and we puffed and made out and shotgunned and puffed. Then he had me stand up. "Show me that dancer butt you're going to give me." I turned around and heard him huffing poppers behind me then he grabbed my ass from his kneeling position and dove face into my crack. Locking my knees, I bent forward at the waist, and moaned as that tongue hit my hungry hole. I picked up the poppers and took two hits, closed the bottle then reached back and pulled my cheeks open further to allow his tongue better access. Then utilized my dancer's flexibility by wrapping my hands around my lower legs, sticking my head between my legs and licking and slurping on his balls and the tip of his cock. That set him off and he pulled away from my hole and hissed, "on your back, on your back, gotta fuck this ass...". Happy to oblige, I got on my back, spread and lifted my legs and smiled. He handed me the poppers, I hit them as he was spitting on his cock, and handed him back the bottle. His hard tool brushed my pucker as he took his hit and when the euphoria hit me I practically pulled him into me. No KY for me either, and I didn't seem to need it either (which was unusual for me, who topped way more than bottomed). His cock felt amazing, I'd never taken a cock so quickly, so easily and so comfortably before... the stuff in that pipe was freakin' awesome! He threw me an excellent fuck - as promised - and like I did with him, he changed our position a number of times. He got me back onto my back on the ground and skitched around to pull out the pipe and lighter and we traded hits with his cock still in me. When he put the equipment down he wrapped my legs over his back and leaned in and drove his tongue into my mouth, deeply frenching while he ground his cock in deep, slow, insistent circles in my willing hole and after a few minutes of this mind-blowing screwing, blew his wad into my butt and collapsed onto my chest laughing. When his cock deflated a bit and slipped out of me, he rolled over and got out the stuff to reload his pipe. It was obvious that neither of us was remotely close to being finished with this play session, just like he warned me. We puffed some more and then he smirked at me, "so both our slut holes are full of manjuice just waiting to be licked out man... up for it?". Hell yes I was! We each took a hit of poppers and threw ourselves into a violent anal 69 driving our tongues as far into each other's hairy hole in order to find the nectar there. We were both insane with lust, and loving every minute. We went on for a few more hours, fucking, sucking, rimming, 69ing and each dropped another load or two in the other's willing hole when we realized we probably should draw this to a close. It had to be around 3AM. We packed up and started walking back through the woods. As we walked I thanked him for bringing the pipe and told him I thought it was incredible. "That it is," he replied. "But I gotta tell ya' there's a bit of a downside. You probably won't be able to sleep tonight, but you should lie down and relax anyway... and you'll likely still be horny as hell in the morning. What's your day like tomorrow anyway?" I told him it was totally free and he smiled. "Excellent. I think I know a way we can continue this later... give me your parents number" (Remember, this was before cellphones). He turned aside to go into his house and promised to call me around 11AM. I got home and tiptoed up to my old room, where I basically lay on the bed tweaking my nips, jerking my cock or fingering my hole. It all felt just fine. Just after 11 he called and said he'd "figured it out" and to pick him up at noon at his parents. We drove back to the mall and he had me head to the area where the buses came in. A few minutes later, a bus pulled up and among those getting out was another military looking guy who I was told was coming with us, and that we had a room waiting at the Holiday Inn around the corner. His friend got in the car and introductions were made, and we laughed over us being, John, John and Sean. Sean was a square-jawed soldier, african-american taller than either of us but slimmer in build. While Sean and I stayed in the car around the corner from the office, John went into get keys. He came around the building and signaled us the room number. We waited for him to walk to it and open the door, then I parked and we went over to the room. I pulled my trusty knapsack with me and both of the guys had their rucksacks. Once in the room, John explained that Sean was also on leave, was a fuck buddy of his (though very carefully for both, as they were in active service) and that when Sean was home on leave, he was the one that could supply John, and now us, with those magic crystals. Sean had a water pipe with him which he loaded up and this was even smoother than the small straight pipe John and I used the night before. We puffed and puffed and shared smoke and the clothes came off... Sean proved to have another toned military body, and was pretty much hairless except pubes, eyebrows and head. His ass was beautiful and his cock was long and thin, definitely longer than either John's or mine. We got higher and then got to business, Sean's cock and ass proved as tasty as they looked, and what followed was an awesome three way where each one of us was fucked by each of the others, rimmed and sucked by each of the others, filled with cum by each of the others, and generally had an awesome chem-filled fuckapalooza. Though I had DP'd before as a top, and did so for both of these guys too, I had never had two cocks up MY butt at the same time... but after Sean pushed a few crystals up mine and I huffed on the poppers, I soon was sitting on two soldier's rifles at the same time... freakin' amazing! I was seriously glad that an older buddy had taught me how to be a good fisting top when I was 19 because at one point I had the two soldiers in front of me, on their knees side by side, while I had my whole hand and wrist in each manhole. It was truly awesome. I had done threeways before this in my young life, but none this hot. We played until Sunday morning, when I need to get home and they needed to get ready to finish their leave. Never did get to see either of them again, but DAMN, what a hot weekend, and what a great way to get back at a bully!

Just can't seem to get enough! Got mailed another anon load. Feel free to add yours guys. All loads accepted. Moderator's Note: The original poster is no longer interested in receiving loads via mail. Please disregard his request. The thread will be left up to preserve the discussion below.

Hello guys, I'm still neg 24yo bottom and I arranged my first bb gangbang tomorrow night. Host is one dude a barely know, we were together only once but he was into gangbang for me as much as I was. I'll be at his place at 7pm and tops will come after 8pm. No condoms and I'll let them cum inside. Six guys confirmed they will be there for sure and 3 more will let us know tomorrow. I'm so fucking excited cause I've never had more than 2 tops at the same time... I'm not sure if there is something I need to know about preparing myself for long session considering they will breed me non-stop for at least 3-4 hours (and probably some will cum more than once). He asked me to stay there all night and I accepted. Excited. a bit afraid but still can't wait... any suggestions on how to take it all like a champ..

In 2014, I set a goal of taking 500 loads. By the end of the year, I finished at 615! For 2015, I am going for 1000 and sofar this year, I have taken in 62 hot juicy loads. I need to average 83 loads per month to get to 1000 so the last five days of this month will be busy. My last load was this morning and I hope to get a few more tonight. If anyone is around NW Florida and wants to help please contact me.

Well, that's my approach. Life is full of risks - every time I step out the door, I run a risk. And staying in, I run the risk of the roof falling of the gas exploding. An STI infection is more likely than those, but I weigh up the benefits and accept the risk. I had the clap a couple of times when I was neg, from gob jobs...it's a quick and easy thing to clear up. Same with most other STIs. My view is that they're made out to be terrible things to acquire by people with sex/shame issues. If someone gets a verruca from a public pool, they're not judged for having used a public pool. Shit happens. Get tested regularly, take the meds as directed if you're diagnosed and refrain from sex until it's cleared.

I like guys who are guys. That being said, if he has a small ass I'll fuck him no matter if he is butch or not. I'm a sucker for small asses.

Awesome story - very hot - can't wait to read more...

I just prefer the real deal. As a total bottom I hate the friction of condoms and love feeling a load explode inside of me.

As a first time, make sure lots of lube is involved. You don't want your ass to get sore too early. It is so much fun and the hole feels wonderful afterwards...

Weird sex is when the guy you're rimming tells you he's been abducted by aliens or you get pissed on by a red headed young man who claims to be Tina Louise's (a.k.a. Ginger Grant from "Gilligan's Island") incestuously abused son. You had unpleasant and boring sex. It sounds like the two of you just didn't click. It happens, even when you look great on paper.

Uggh that voice gave me the shivers.

Of course the guy was being a little dramatic for the camera, but I do feel some sympathy for him. He is a twink and even if he wasn't drunk, he probably could not have done much against a bigger stronger attacker. I am a pretty big guy myself and I did have someone try to force himself on me in a cabin at a bathhouse years ago. We struggled for a while and he gave up because I was strong enough to stop him from penetrating me. If you find yourself in a situation where you are not turned on and someone decides they are going to fuck you, it's really alarming. This is why I don't get the rape in prison fantasy some gays have. There is nothing sexual or exciting about that. It's no different than being mugged or physically assaulted walking down the street.

When I do top.(few times really), I prefer masculine guys, I don´t like effeminate neither men who complain as women, nevertheless, I have effeminate friends.

I agree with the others. Tallbtm was spot on with my experience. Awesome having it. I will add, I started with a 8 gauge. My naturally over about a year. Stopped at a 0g, stretched it about year later to a 00g. I enjoy it immensely, even as a total bottom.

I prefer masculine cumdumps with insatiable cunts.

I like fucking men, real men. That's not to say I don't enjoy fucking slender/smaller guys. I really enjoy both mounting and breeding an immovable side of beef, or manhandling and holding down a smaller dude while I pound him. But an actual flaming homosexual is a turn off for me. Though if he's just bent over and presenting, a hole is a hole and I'll go for it.

Also, avoid any alcohol immediately after your piercing. The booze makes the blood thinner, and you'll continue to drip blood. Just do it and enjoy! It is one of my favorite piercings!

that's fucking hot! If ever you are in LA doing this again, message me.. I would be down to unload in your hole.. mostly bottom here as well but i LOVE fucking a sloppy hole. i've never had a hotel room but love the dark room at slammer (sex club in LA)... I sometimes just lube up and bend over. I have had some great nights in that room and have taken lots of cum but not as many as 17 yet... last week i think i took like 5- 7... one guy had a grip on my head and was fucking my face, meanwhile, i was getting my hole fucked but couldn't see anything..

Epilogue and Conclusion: Another product launch for the company. Another launch party. First big product launch we've had in over six months. My mind, however, wasn't on the product. Instead my eye was on a guy attending the party. He was in his mid-30’s, blonde, blue eyes, nice tan, great ass proudly on display in slacks that are just ever so slightly too tight. We had been cruising each other all night and I was determined to get my POZ load into that ass. But I'd lost him in the crowd. Six months had passed since I tested positive and since I broke-up with Brian. He tested positive a month after my positive results, and never forgave me. His issue, not mine. I hadn't seen Brian since I picked-up the last of my stuff. In any event, I thought it safe to say that "The Jordan Affair," as I've come to call it, changed me in more ways than one. I circled the room looking for the pretty prey on whom I'd my eye, the blond with the hot ass, when amidst the crowd I saw a familiar face, that of Daniel Holstrom. I can remember my dislike of Daniel when we first met, but I could honestly say I now understood him, and consequently was pleased to see him. My search for my prey could wait for a few minutes while I said hello to an old friend. “Eric!” Daniel called out when he saw me, a big smile on his face. “Daniel. Good to see you as always.” He leans close and whispers conspiratorially. “You’ve been looking very determined tonight. You have your eye on some pretty toy then?” “Indeed I do. If you were gay, you would be drooling over his ass.” I whisper back. “Heaven forbid! I’m quite happy with the ladies,” he replied with a chuckle. At that moment someone stepped behind me, and, seeing the man, Daniel introduced us, saying “Ah… I think you know my son.” I look up to the newcomer and my heart skipped a beat. The face was different but I knew him, and he was definitely not someone with whom I expected to cross paths. It was Jordan. The disease had progressed. His face was gaunt, his eyes slightly sunken, his body not as firm. Although his collar somewhat obscured it, I could see a lesion on his neck. Some might say he had lost his looks, but not to me. But he was still beautiful, alluring, sexy. Looking at him, I saw my future. 'How long have I?' I wondered. “Wait," I stammered, asking “Did you say he’s your son?” Daniel laughed. "You never told him?" Jordan shrugged, replying "Guess I never got around to it." "Well. You two catch up. With you mother away, Jordan, I don't plan on going home alone." Jordan laughed "Have fun, Dad." As Daniel stepped away, Jordan turned to me with a smile and whispered, almost proudly, “The dirty old bastard.” Pulling Jordan into a hug, I quietly remarked "Great to see you," adding "How are you doing?" "Been in the hospital a few times, so I'm still alive. For now. How about you?" I had spent six months planning what to say if I saw Jordan again, so I had a reply on the ready ”I guess I got lucky somehow. They have me on meds and it seems to be keeping the virus under control.” He staggered, almost as if struck. "Really? Nothing has worked for me and I've tried cocktail after cocktail." He is silent for a moment. When he speaks, his voice is shaking. His bravado is gone. "You know, I was 21 when I was first diagnosed a year and a half ago. I was so angry that I decided to pull as many people down with me as I can. That is why I targeted you. Why I pozzed you. Why I wanted to ruin your marriage." I listen but don't reply. This may be the first time I've seen the real Jordan. "They think I'm running out of time." He continues. "One of these days the virus will win. I'll ...I'll be gone. Maybe that's part of it too. Maybe I've thought of the virus as something that would carry on after me. A kind of immortality." He seems genuinely shattered by my statement, wondering how it is possible that I am responding to treatment and he is not. I hide my pleasure at my revenge. It is petty of me, perhaps, but it is a little payment for all the pain he caused. Then the moment is gone. He shakes himself and it is almost like the old Jordan is back. Almost. The uncertainty and doubt is not quite hidden in his eyes as he smiles at me. "No hard feelings then?" "Fuck no. You were right. You set me free from the lies I was telling myself. I've been fucking more than I ever have in my life. Thank you!” I smile lasciviously. "In fact, I have to say, I'm as hard as a rock just seeing you. Would love you to fuck me again one of these days... . " "That can be arranged." We trade numbers. I will honestly call him, despite all that happened, and hopefully get more of that big cock. He is an incredible fuck. But I already have a plan for tonight. I've found my selected prey -- the blond with the hot ass -- across the room and I don't want to lose him again. I give Jordan another hug then weave through the crowd to the blond. “Enjoying the event?” I ask as I casually stroll over and stand by the blond. “It’s ok.” He doesn’t sound all that interested in the event but his eyes linger on my that second or so too long. Maybe not all that interested in the event or the product… but he is interested in something else. “I’m Eric.” “David.” He gives me a big smile. ************************************************************************************************************************ An hour later and I have the blond back at my place and lead him to my bedroom. He seems a bit naive … and not really too bright. Easy to manipulate. Just the way I like them. I spend some time working him up, getting him so horny his is thinking with his cock, with his hole, and not with his brain. Kissing, playing with his chest and nipples, gently running my fingers down that hot ass, pressing my very hard cock against his body. I take his shirt off have him lay down on my bed. I massage his back, bending over to kiss his neck. He’s squirming under me. I have him unfasten his belt and then help him slide his pants down… and off. So I can continue my massage, of course. My first clear view of his ass. Fuck. It is as amazing as I had expected. I’m going to enjoy this. What is his name again? Oh, that’s right, David. “Your ass is beautiful, David.” He likes that, likes being complimented on his ass. My massage evolves slowly. Kneading his bubble butt. Prying the two melon halves apart…. I get my first glimpse of his hole and just the faintest whiff of his musk. Teasing his tight ring. Rimming his ass. Hot. Tasty. His hole is pulsing beneath me. I’m rock hard. My kisses trace up his back again as I move my cock into position at his hole. His pucker is kissing my cock. Begging me to put it inside him. “Do you have a condom?” He asks. I make a play like I’m reaching for one in the bedside drawer. “I was sure i had some here.” I lie. He moans beneath me. “I really want you inside me but I only play safe.” Hmm. Even better then. I’m about to really break in new territory. These things are easy to overcome. “That’s ok.” I whisper. “I always play safe as well. Just don’t have any condoms. tonight” I kiss his neck again. My cock stays just outside his hole. Just barely touching. Teasing him. Ready to strike. Like any bottom, he is squirming in desperation to get a cock inside. “Damn. This sucks.” I moan. “I really wanted to be inside you tonight.” I can feel his resistance waiver as I play him like a fiddle. Kissing his neck. My fingers just barely touching him as they trace up his hips. “Maybe I can just go in a bit - just the head - and then pull out…” There is a long pause. “Are you… clean?” He finally asks and I know I’ve won. “Yeah. I’m clean.” Sure I am. I showered right before the launch event. He says nothing. But his thighs spread slightly, opening the way for me. Giving me his consent. I push forward slightly and his ass opens for me. The tip of my cock is enveloped in his warm and wet hole. “Oh you feel so good.” I tell him. I make the tiniest motions I can. Infinitesimal moves in and out of his hole. Teasing him. Making him want more. He doesn’t even realise he is starting to push back into my fuck. My head slides further in. Half way. Three quarters. Pop! My head slips inside him. His ass is working my cock. The blond may “safe sex only” but he is no virgin. He knows how to work his ass. “Just a bit more?” I ask. “Ok.. just a bit.” His mind is still trying to maintain control but his ass is winning. It knows what it wants. I work my shaft deeper. “Is that OK?” He is panting in heat. “Yeah… fuck me. Please fuck me.” Another pause. “Just don’t cum inside me.” I pick up my pace. Sliding deeper. Deeper. He opens for me. Takes me willingly. My cock was now balls deep in his ass, bare as god intended, his ass working my shaft as I thrust, milking me. He is starting to ramble. “Oh my fuck! That is amazing. It feels so good.” His mind finally surrendering completely to the desires of his hole. Like all men, a slut. A slut who will do anything for a fuck. It’s time to seal the deal. To breed him. I’m pounding him. My balls slapping his ass. “Oh man, your ass is so hot… it is really working me! Fuck… I can't stop! I’m cumming!” I push deep and my cock throbs inside him. Firing wave after wave of my seed into his willing hole. The sweet release of loading up his neg ass with my TOXIC cum makes the whole experience even more amazing. Finally, I am spent. I collapse on his back, pushing him flat on the bed, my cock softening. "That was so hot." I tell David. I kiss his neck. I want to keep my cum in him as long as possible. Give it time to seep in. Take hold. If successful, he will be the seventh guy I've converted including Brian. Plus, if I can keep him here for a bit, keep him lost in the sensations, I'm sure I can give him another load. My mind drifts back to my encounter with Jordan earlier. To the lie I had told him. The lie about my virus being under control. There has been no successful treatment for me. Our virus - mine, Jordan’s, Glen’s, the guys we have breed and converted - is resistant to everything on the market. My viral load is uncontrolled. My CD4's continue to drop. Jordan has given me a death sentence. And I've accepted that. But, like Jordan, perhaps I am seeking to cheat death. To ensure some part of myself that will live on and thrive. My cock is getting hard again in this hole that has given itself to me. This hole I will load and convert. Passing some of my DNA on to survive when I am gone. A perverse kind of immortality. - End -

Still exhausted guys but I don't regret, I enjoyed every second...There were 8 guys + host, 5 were already there with a host and three of them came a bit later. I had two quickie vodkas with them and then I went in bedroom and took of my clothes, only had jockstraps. When they came I was first on my knees, wanted to check how hung they are lol. I was pleased, of all guys, three were quite hung and thick but none had what I call smallish cock (host told he will look for at least decently hung hahaa he did good).. they were mostly average looking guys... I noticed 2 were younger, mid 20s probably and rest were in 30s or 40s but decent, bearish looking guys.. I didn't suck them for long and host put me on bad on my stomach, ass up of course with pp in my hand... tops were in the mood, there were couple of guys laughing, very verbal, called me a whore a lot ) .. they were taking turns on my ass every 5-10min.. I had hard time not to cum after an hour or so.. it was exhausting, I wanted a pause but I didn't want to brake a mood, they were all willing to fuck.. First cum after an hour or smth like that, I took probably 8-10 loads in my ass and two guys wanted to cum in my mouth, a black dude and a younger top.. host and few others came more than once.. when I was on my back with legs up, two the most verbal of all spit me in my face a bit unexpected but I loved it.. I was in a different mood than usual, really gave myself totally but enjoyed.. I cum last, host fingered my ass and I cum.. a lot.. I was touching myself, hole was so sloppy and open.. I wanted to squeeze just a bit of cum but a lot came out.. It was past midnight and host and three more guys left but I wanted to go home.. so tired but happy.. I want it again some time.. I dont about others experiences, but mine was great... I was filled and fucked for hours, that's what I wanted and that I got

Part 4: One week later I reached out to Jordan again. I had not heard a word from him but he didn’t seem surprised to hear from me. This time we met at a bar in Manchester’s gay district (Canal Street). I don’t go there much anymore as I’m a bit old for the scene. I was still worried about someone I knew seeing me and the word somehow getting back to Brian… so was very nervous. This seemed to both amuse and annoy Jordan. We were not in the middle of the bar, by any means, but we were not exactly hidden either. Jordan and I sat next to each other at a table near the wall. His hand against my lower back — just above my ass — in a way that seemed casual and possessive at the same time. He leaned over and whispered in my ear. “Can’t wait to get back in that ass.” Despite my fears of being caught, my hand rested on his thigh. He leant back in his chair, which only displayed his crotch more openly. His cock was hard and straining in his jeans — even a blind person couldn’t miss it — and it was all I could do to keep myself from moving my hand to rub his bulge We chatted amiably but my eyes could barely leave his crotch. I was salivating. My ass was twitching. Let’s be honest… we weren’t here to chat or to drink. Finally, he finished his drink. “Let’s go for a walk.” We stood and i followed him out of the bar. We walked to Portland street, just a couple streets up from Canal, and he led me into a hotel lobby. “Why don’t you get us a room?” I stepped up to the front desk, agreed to an extortionate price for a last minute “walk in” booking, and gave them my credit card. A couple minutes later we were walking into our second hotel room together. Jordan kissed me, surprisingly gently, and proceeded to strip me until I was naked in front of him. Yet again, he was still fully dressed. I wondered why he never let me see him naked… but then my thoughts were shattered as he pinched my nipples. Hard enough to hurt… but only hard enough that it sent a shiver of pleasure along with the pain. He broke away and picked up the hotel phone and dialled for room service. I said nothing, just waited while he ordered a bottle of expensive champagne, although I winced a little when I thought about how much the hotel would charge for it. He hung up the phone and returned to me. His lips found mine and his tongue pushed into my mouth. His hands explored my body: holding my neck and pulling me into his kiss, sliding down my back, tracing the curve of my ass. My hands held his firm shoulders for support. My moans swallowed into his mouth. My hard cock was pressed against him and dripping. I lost track of time. I was sure I was going to cum just from this. 
Then, a knock on the door. Shit! The champagne. I started to move to the side of the room, so I couldn’t be seen from the door, but he grabbed my arm and held me. “Stay right here.” I obeyed. Standing naked in the middle of the room, in clear view, as he walked calmly across the room to the door and opened it. “Good evening, sir. Room service.” The room service waiter didn’t see me at first. His eyes were down when the door first opened and when he looked up his eyes were focused on Jordan. His eyes trailing down Jordan’s body and lingering, just a moment too long, on the hard cock still clearly visible in Jordan’s jeans. The waiter was gay then. Clearly gay. Jordan gestured him inside and the waiter obediently pushed his trolley inside. It was only then that he seemed to notice me. Naked, hard, and on full display. Jordan put his arm around the boy in a friendly manner and guided him over to me. “I see you’ve seen my pet slut.” “Kinky.” The waiter said offhandedly. He quickly surveyed my naked body and a slightly mocking sneer crossed his lips. He was cute - very cute - in a very twinky way. Early 20’s but with a very boyish look, blond hair hanging over his forehead in some sort of goofy fashion, his body thin as opposed to muscular, more androgynous than masculine. “This is Glen.” Jordan told me. “A friend of mine.” Jordan pulled me in for another kiss. I opened my mouth and accepted his tongue. Desperate to show the waiter that Jordan was mine… or, perhaps, that I was his… at least for tonight. A gentle arm pulled Glen in closer and Jordan subtly pushed my head towards him. As always, I did what Jordan wanted and met the waiter’s mouth. Our tongues intwined as Jordan caressed us in turn. The twink was clearly excited. His cock was as hard as mine and I could tell he had a nice dick. Jordan stepped behind the young man, reached around, and unbuttoned his shirt. Glen did not complain as Jordan pulled it off and tossed it to one side. The belt was next, then the trousers. Jordan’s hand slipped into the twink's underwear. I could feel Jordan’s hand gently stroking. A nudge from Jordan and the waiter kicked off his shoes. He tensed up briefly as Jordan slid his underwear down but then, just like me, accepted what Jordan wanted. Then he was as naked as I… except for his socks. As always, Jordan was almost fully dressed. Jordan was still behind him; his hands still reached around and he was playing with the twink’s exposed chest. Jordan’s crotch was pressed against the twink’s bare ass and, although I was jealous of Jordan’s attention, I had to admit it was very hot. The masculine and dominant Jordan and the thin and twinkish Glen. I had somehow found my way into a porn film come to life. “Suck him.” Jordan ordered me. I dropped to my knees. The twink had a nice dick, although nowhere near Jordan’s endowment. About seven inches long and reasonably thick. His thin body, however, emphasised the endowment. His foreskin still covered most of his cockhead but he was dripping precum. I slipped him into my mouth savouring the taste. Jordan had his phone out and took a few pictures before setting it down. Glen smiled down at me and started pushing into my mouth. I met him thrust for thrust, taking him easily into my throat. A moan escaped from somewhere deep inside and I took pride that, despite his initial attitude towards me, he was getting into the blowjob. I heard the tell-tale sound of a zipper sliding down. Jordan fished his cock out and let the waiter feel it against his cheek. I felt Glen bend over slightly above me , so I shifted to keep his cock in my mouth. From my new vantage point I had a clear view of the twink’s hole. Jordan had already slipped one finger inside. Jordan had pulled a bottle of lube from somewhere and was applying it to the twink’s hole. More lube, more fingers, more stretching. From my vantage point, I had a clear view as the fingers pulled out of Glen’s ass and Jordan quickly lubed up his dick. Glen felt like he was ready to burst his load down my throat in anticipation. He was purring like a kitten. Jordan pushed his dick into Glen’s willing hole as I continued to suck. I felt a pang of jealousy… I thought I was the one getting fucked today. "Look at him." Glen said, gesturing towards me, "Looks like a baby who's had his candy taken. " Jordan laughed. "I think you have I can hear his pucker quivering from here." After fucking the waiter for a few more minutes, however, Jordan pulled out. “Let’s try something different.” Glen moved to the bed. He lay his back, his hard cock sticking straight up, spreading lube on his cock, watching me. This had obviously all been planned out. Jordan slid a couple of fingers into my hole, applying a generous amount of lube there, then gave me a gentle push. “Sit on his dick.” I obeyed. Straddling Glen’s hips, I lowered myself onto him. I admit, I didn’t even consider asking for a condom. I just let his shaft slide inside me. I rode up and down the shaft, each time taking him deeper, and soon felt his balls against my ass. He pulled me over, flat against his chest, and kissed me. His cock never leaving my hole. I tried to lean back up to keep riding him but his arms were wrapped around me, holding our chests together. He had my arms pinned in some kind of wrestling manoeuvre. I could hear Jordan slide his pants down… something it occurred to me he had never done around me before… but I couldn’t turn around. “Hole is still fairly tight….” Glen said to Jordan with a smile. “Not for long.” I felt Jordan move behind me and the tip of his hard cock touched my hole. Oh fuck! He wouldn’t — surely he couldn’t — try to push his giant cock in next to Glen’s? The growing pressure told me he would… and that he was. I’m no virgin but, even in my single days, I had never taken two cocks at once. Hell… Jordan’s cock alone was the biggest I had ever taken. And other than our encounters over last the few weeks, I hadn’t been fucked in years. Was he trying to rip me in half? His hands gripped my hips, pulling me firmly back into him. Glen held me tightly against his chest, my arms still pinned, and I couldn’t pull away. “Come on, slut. Open your ass and let me get inside you.” Jordan’s laugh was cruel. This was a whole new side to his dominance and it scared me. But I was hard as a rock. “Come on, you know you want it. You told me you’ve been thinking about getting my cock back inside you.” “You are too big to both fit inside at once.... I can’t do it.” “You can.” Glen whispered below me. “Relax and take him… like you want to.” He kissed me and slipped his tongue into my mouth. Glen’s arms moved, still pinning me to him, and his hands gripped my ass. Pulling my cheeks apart. Opening me slightly more for Jordan’s assault. Our tongues danced and, despite my fears, I felt myself relax slightly, surrender, and, despite my limited mobility, try push back onto Jordan’s cock. The pain exploded throughout my body. I cried out but the sound was more of a strangled grunt. I couldn’t breathe. I literally saw stars. But… his cock head was in. “There you go, you fucking slag. I told you that you wanted it.” There was no mercy in Jordan’s voice. “You are going to get what you deserve this time for sure.” His words passed by me like smoke in the air. They didn’t mean anything to me until I remembered them later. He was pushing deeper now. The pain wasn’t as sharp but I still felt like he was ripping my spine out of my body. But, and I can’t really explain it, it felt amazing at the same time. I felt full. Beyond full. Stretched. I felt cheap. Whorish. And strangely around of it. Maybe it was pride at taking them both. Maybe it was pleasure at giving Jordan what he wanted. Maybe it was, in some dark psychological way, the thrill of cheating on my husband with two hot younger guys. I don’t know. And at that moment, I didn’t care. I was carried away on the sensations that were ravaging my body as the two cocks ravaged my ass. In and out of my hole. Their two bare cocks in my hole. Jordan pushing forward insistently. Glen trying to stay in sync but less able to move from his position beneath me. I was vaguely aware of Jordan’s phone out yet again to take pictures. He grunted a stream of obscenities at me. “Yeah, you damn skank. You want what I’ve got don’t you? We’re going to give it to you. Your pussy is broken in now. You will never be the same.” Jordan was determined and his insistence defeated any flimsy resistance my body could offer. It took time but I felt his balls slap against my ass. “There you go. All the way in. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” I grunted in reply. Unable to form words. It was never destined to last long. They pounded my ass. Fiercely. My ass felt torn up. “I’m going to shoot!” Glen cried out. He thrust up once more. His whole body shook. His cock spasmed in my ass as he emptied his balls. Finally he was still. His cock was still inside me but softening. This was enough to push Jordan over the edge. He pulled himself up onto my back . Pressing into me with his weight. Hips pistoning. Forcing me to take every inch. “Fuck yeah. Gonna breed you really good, bitch. Been saving this up for you.” And he came. Volley after volley. His hot breath on my neck. Finally he collapsed fully onto my back. The two cocks slid from my hole. Leaving me feeling empty. My whole insides felt coated with their warm seed. I could feel some dripping out of my hole. Glen slid his tongue back into my mouth. After a few moments, Jordan rolled off me to snap a few more pictures of my hole. “Fuck yeah. Come here, Glen. Take a look.” I rolled over to allow Glen to escape from beneath me. Then collapsed again on my belly. “Shit! That’s hot. Looks like he bled a bit.” I heard what I assume was a high five behind me. Jordan put the phone by my head. “Take a look, slut.” I looked at the pictures on his phone as he flicked through them. My hole was open. Stretched wide. In one of the pictures he had even put a couple fingers in my ass and I hadn’t even noticed. He was right. I was completely broken in. The cum dripping from my hole had a decidedly pink tint. Jordan slapped my ass. “Here. Get off the bed. Glen needs to get back to work. Clean him up.” I rolled off the bed, sliding to my knees on the floor. Glen stepped up and I obediently sucked the licked his hips and thighs clean of any fluid that had dripped. I wanted to get a look at Jordan, naked near me for the first time, but he stepped behind me and was out of sight. Glen slid his dick into my mouth. “Gotta piss.” He said absently. And then my mouth was filling with his warm fluid. I scrambled to swallow. He hadn’t asked if I wanted it, if I was interested. He just knew I would accept it at this point. I was a hole to use however they liked. The acrid flavour filled my mouth and the warm feeling spread down my throat and into my stomach. And when he was done I licked every drop from his piss slit before he moved away to get his uniform back on. “Hmmm. I need a piss too.” Jordan laughed. “Gives me an idea. Get back on the bed, slut. On your belly.” I obeyed and Jordan straddled above my ass, once again positioning us so I couldn't get a good view of his naked body He spread my cheeks slightly. “Yep. He’s still gaping wide. Watch this, Glen.” Warmth filled my hole as his hot piss sprayed inside my gaping sphincter. The salty fluid stung my torn up hole but I didn’t move. A generous flow of the fluid ran down my ass and I felt the bed get very wet beneath me. He stayed just far enough away to keep from being splattered. “What a damn slut.” Jordan laughed. But he moved over and kissed me, surprising me with his return to gentleness. He moved off me and was immediately getting dressed. I glanced over just as he was pulling his jeans on. I caught just a glimpse of a tattoo on his hip but couldn’t make it out. Then they were gone. I lay on the bed for awhile, unable to move. Finally I dragged myself to the shower to clean up. And wondered when I would get to see Jordan again.

Part 2: Two weeks later. My company launched a new product and, like most of the managers, I was expected to attend the launch party, held at a Manchester hotel, and mingle. Not really my forte but something that is expected nonetheless. I was circling the room engaging in idle chit chat here and there, talking up the new product, and the usual nonsense. I was talking to some woman, the wife of one of our big investors. She was wearing a dress designed for someone 20 years younger and at least 20 pounds lighter. She seemed anxious. Watching her husband as he circled the room. She was right to worry, I decided, he seemed to have an eye for every younger woman and seemed to stand just a little too close. The man seemed like a creep and I felt bad for his wife having to stand by and see him hitting on other women. Then, out of the corner of my eye, a familiar face caught my eye. I looked and nearly choked. Jordan stood leaning against the bar, watching me. He was wearing a suit tonight. It fit him perfectly, emphasising his first chest and his lean waist. What was he doing here at this event? He saw that I had seen him, smiled slightly, and raised his glass in my general direction. I felt my face go pale but raised my glass back to him. Fuck! I had almost convinced myself that I was building him up in my imagination, helped along by the quantities of alcohol I had consumed that night. But no. He was as beautiful as I remembered. My dick was getting hard as I looked at him, remembered the feeling of him inside me, thinking how much I wanted him again. I struggled to focus on what the woman next to me was saying but it was a losing battle. As graciously as I could, I drifted away from her and into a quiet corner of the room. I kept my eyes on Jordan making sure I knew where he was. If I kept an eye out, I could make sure I kept away from him. I wanted him… oh fuck, believe me I wanted him… but if I kept my distance nothing could happen. Brian would be so hurt if he knew I had betrayed him even the once. I couldn’t let it happen again. “Eric, right?” 
I almost jumped out of my skin. I turned around to see the investor whose wife I had been talking to. He stood next to me, looking out at the crowd. I nodded in greeting. “I’m Daniel, Daniel Holstrom. I hope Elise didn’t bore you too much.” Still jumpy, it took me a second to realise Elise was his wife. “No, no. She seems very nice.” He smiled sadly. “She is. Maybe too nice. She was a beauty once as well, you can still see it at times.” I struggled to think of something to say to him that wouldn’t be rude enough to get me sacked. Nothing came to mind. “Don’t misunderstand me. I do love her. But I love lots of beautiful things as well. You understand… we are men. We are not meant for monogamy.” My own guilt pricked at my conscience. I did my best to ignore it. “Do you really believe that?” I asked, trying to hide my distaste for the man. “Come on now. You are married, right?” He barely waited for me to nod. “And you’ve never looked at anyone else, never thought about it, maybe even acted on it?” My eyes automatically roved back to the bar… but Jordan was no longer there. I had lost him in the crowd. I began to sweat a bit. I looked around but couldn’t see him anywhere. Holstrom chuckled, seeing something in my eye or demeanour which answered his question. “See! I knew it. We are men, it is in our blood.” “Hello Erik. Fancy meeting you here.” For the second time a voice near me made me jump. Jordan. Standing next to me. My face turned red, my chest pounding, my eyes wide. Like a deer in the headlights. Holstrom looked at the two of us, looking bemused. “Oh, it’s like that is it? Well… to each his own. I’m not one to judge. Maybe I’ll go find myself a pretty young lady. You two have fun.” He moved away but I had already forgotten him. I tried to play in cool. “Jordan… good to see you…” “Really? And here I thought you were trying to hide from me tonight.” Jordan’s laugh had a faint mocking tone but was somehow still charming. “But, lets be honest. I bet you haven’t stopped thinking about me in the last two weeks, have you?” “Well, I…” He stepped closer. “You probably think about me when you jerk yourself off, maybe even when you are fucking your husband. Am I right?” I was, again, at a loss for words. I had been thinking about him since our encounter. When I masturbated, when Brian and i had sex, and at random times throughout the day. And, now that he was standing beside me, I wanted to taste him and feel him inside me again. “Let’s get out of here and go for a walk.” “I can’t. I’m here for work.” My last, desperate, attempt to avoid what i already knew was inevitable. “Don’t worry so much. No one will even notice you are gone.” His hand on the small of my back, he guided me gently out of the room. Something about him felt less gentle than our first night… he was even more in charge, more dominant. I felt myself submitting to him again. Willing to do whatever he wanted. We didn’t stop in the lobby, didn’t even pause, but stepped outside and around the building to a small, dark side street. Without hesitation, Jordan seemed to know exactly where he wanted to go. He pushed me roughly against a wall and then his lips were on mine, his tongue invading my mouth. His breath tasted faintly of cinnamon gum. I kissed him back, his youthful vigor so intoxicating. He pulled off my jacket and tie and tossed them on top of a nearby rubbish bin. Then unbuttoned my shirt, the cold night air biting my chest. He put a hand on my shoulder and pushed me to my knees. I obeyed and knelt in front of him, trying not to think about what I might be kneeling in. “Take my cock out, pig.” I started to unbuckle his belt but he slapped my hand away as he had during our first night together. 
“I said to take my cock out, not undress me.” I felt embarrassed but unzipped his trousers and fished out that long, hard piece of meat that I had been craving. I slowly jacked him with my right hand, watching his foreskin slide on his thick cockhead. ”Put it in your mouth.” I leaned forward, opened my lips, and greedily took him into my mouth. I worked him in my mouth, getting him wet, and then slid forward… taking him into my throat. He stood still, letting me do the work. He quickly rose to full mast and I struggled to keep him in my throat. I wanted to please him though, so I struggled to keep him there. My gagging seemed to please him. “You love that big cock don’t you? Love it in your throat, gagging you?” I groaned by way of reply. “Yeah… that’s it. Work that dick. Now look up.” I looked up and was not surprised to see his flash from his phone as he took a few pictures. Pictures of me, my mouth stretched around his big meat. I hoped no one else noticed the flashes and came to investigate. He pulled out of my mouth and lifted me to my feet. He deftly opened my belt and pulled my trousers down and motioned for me to step out of them. They joined the rest of my suit on top of the rubbish bin. My briefs followed and I stood naked in the alley except for my shoes and socks. Like our last encounter, he stayed clothed except for that dick sticking out of his pants. “Turn around and lean against the wall.” I obeyed, eager for what was coming next. “Show me that ass, spread your legs and push it out a bit.” More flashes from his camera phone. “That’s it. Open the cheeks and let me see your hole.” Balancing against the wall, I reached back with both hands and spread my cheeks for him. More flashes. “Fuck yeah. That hole wants my cock doesn’t it? It is already opening for me.” “Yeah, I need it. I need you to fuck me again.” “You need to be punished though. You tried to hide from me tonight. I don’t like that.” “Please… “ I whispered desperately. “I need it… I’m sorry I tried to hide.” “Hmmm.” Jordan rubbed his cock against my hole. “I believe you… but you still need to be punished.” His hand wrapped around my mouth as I felt him push his cock forward. “So this is going to hurt.” And it did. I tried to be quiet but cried out as he pushed inside my tight hole. Only his hand muffled the noise. “Shhh… take it. Take what you’ve got coming to you. Don’t want to attract any attention, do you?” He was pounding my hole. Without mercy, without finesse, his pushed his cock inside me. Tears dripped down my face and I gasped for breath. Other than our first encounter two weeks earlier, I hadn’t been fucked in years. Now this thick 9 inch cock was forcing it’s way inside me without lube. Finally his balls slapped against my ass. “There you go. I knew you could take it.” He pulled out with one stroke. “Your hole is gaping for me. Fuck that is so hot.” Maybe out of mercy, or maybe ironically, he spit on my hole and on his dick before he pushed it back in. He was right though, my hole was opening for him. It still hurt like hell but it was starting to feel good as well. “Yeah, look at you, you fucking slut. Bent over in the street, taking my cock. Tell me how much you love it.” 
“You feel so good! I love your cock in my ass.” “Yeah?” “Fuck yeah, Jordan!” “Yeah… your hole is working my dick now. You’re such a whore. Gonna fill you up! Ready for it, cumdump?” “Give it to me.” I couldn’t believe what I was saying. “Cum inside my slutty hole!” He grunted and I felt him swell inside me. And he came inside me. My ass felt full with his thick cum. After a moment, he pushed me off his cock but I stayed pressed against the wall, naked and panting for breath. He used my briefs to wipe his dick clean and then put it away. “Give me your phone.” I searched through the pile of my clothes until I found my phone, unlocked it, and handed it over. He typed away quickly then handed it back. “Here’s my number. Call me when you are ready.” He slapped my bare ass and walked away in the night. I waited until he disappeared then, feeling cold, got dressed.The suit was filthy, covered in muck from the dirty sidewalk and the rubbish bin. No going back to the launch party now. I hurried to my car and headed home. “You’re home early.” Brian called out from the kitchen as I came in. “Had a bit of an accident.” “Oh?” He popped his head around the corner. “What the hell happened to you…” I had practiced my lie. “Crazy line in the loo, so I went outside to find a place for a piss. Found a dark corner but slipped and landed in something.” He shook his head. “Well… I don’t think that suit can be salvaged. Get upstairs and take a shower. There is no way you are going to bed like that…. and take your shoes off before you tramp who knows what on the floors!” I put on my best chagrined expression and hurried to clean up before he could get too close of a look.

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 3 Zak rolled me onto my back and straddled my body with his ass resting on my thighs. He grasped our hard cocks together in his hand, stroking and rubbing our shafts together with each slow thrust of his hips. The verbal talk started. The words used didn’t change so much, but this time Zak’s poz talk had more emotion behind it; a gentler edge. It wasn’t just the heat of the moment. A release of his emotions from the heart, something I was experiencing as well. The intimacy made both of our cocks bone up even more as he continued to stroke our shafts together. “I’m going to make poz love to you, Zeek.” “Fuck, yes. I want all of you. Give me your charged cock. Breed me.” “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” “Yes, please make love to my hole. Seed me again.” “You want that connection with me forever?” “Yes, I want that with you. Poz me. Please do it.” Zak lightly caressed my abdomen and chest, then gently stroked my face and lower lip while looking directly into my eyes. His touch sent a wave of chills through my body. I loved seeing this side of him as much as I loved his pig side. He lay on top of me. Our sweaty bodies and hard dicks pressed tightly together. Zak made out with me, grinding our bodies and cocks together. “I’m going to slide my cock in you, oh so slowly. Give you more poz seed, babe.” He spread my legs, slipped his arms under my knees, and bent my legs over his shoulders. He spit in his hand and lubed up his cock, then pressed the head of his dick to my hole. My ass opened easily, and as he slid the full length of his shaft into my cunt, cum dripped from my ass. His cock glided easily against the cum-drenched walls of my man hole, working his first toxic load deep inside me. A warm, tingly sensation overcame me. My heart beat faster. Zak eyes continued to pierce into my soul. His cock massaged my prostate with each stroke of his death stick. This was no longer fucking. This was intense love making….sharing his body and virus with me, making us one. “Zeek, you feel incredible. I want you to charge up from me so much. I want to share every part of me with you.” “Make me yours, babe. I want your DNA inside me.” My senses were so heightened. I could feel every inch of Zak’s cock penetrating me. It was very intimate and erotic. He continued to pump his cock in and out of me. I repeatedly tightened my ass around his shaft with each pulse of my hard cock. His meat stiffened and throbbed repeatedly in my hole. I wanted to milk every drop of cum from his balls. Welcome his virus into my body. “Fuck, babe, I won’t last long. This feels so amazing.” “Give me your cum. I want it all in me.” Zak leaned over and made out with me. His kisses were warm and deliberate. His tongue swirled with mine as he made love to my hole with slow, deep penetrations from his tool. After a few minutes he turned his head to the side. Our sweaty cheeks were pressed together. He caressed my face with his cheek then whispered in my ear, “Fuck, yes. Here it cums, babe. You’re going to get all my poz seed.” Zak pressed his lips to mine with one long, passionate kiss and plunged his manhood balls deep inside me. I felt his cock begin to pulse once again. Jizz shot from his rod with each throb, adding to his previous load and my blood. He whispered between deep breaths, “I want you so much. Take my charged load, babe. You’re mine, Zeek.” “Fuck, yes. You feel so good. Convert me. Make me your poz pig.” Sweat dripped from his nose onto my cheek. Emotions and our poz talk overcame me. My ass tightened around Zak’s shaft, and he groaned with pleasure. My hole milked ever drop of his toxic cum into my guts, while my cock erupted over and over, shooting creamy white semen onto my abdomen. Zak again pressed his lips to mine like he couldn’t get close enough to me, couldn’t bury his cock inside me deep enough. He held his cock deep in me. My ass pressed tight against him, both of us panting from our intense dance together. Our deep breathing began to relax. His cock slipped from my cum-filled hole, and my ass puckered several times, working his semen further inside me. I wanted his seed to stay in me all night. This felt so right. We lied in each other’s arms and drifted off to sleep for a bit. I woke to Zak getting up from the sofa. “I’ll be right back, babe. I have to piss.” He started to walk toward the bathroom, and I grabbed his hand to stop him. “Uh ah, get back here. I want every drop.” I slid off the couch to the floor. The tiled floor felt cold on my knees, but the chill just made it even more erotic. Zak stood in front of me, his inked cock dangling in front of my lips. I looked directly at his biohazard tattoo and slipped his cock into my mouth. He held my head still with a firm grip on the top of my head. My eyes wandered from his biohazard ink up his body to his eyes, looking directly down into mine. His cock twitched a few times in my mouth, and he closed his eyes and tilted his head back. A few drops of sweet nectar dripped onto my tongue before a full stream of warm piss filled my mouth. My dick boned up immediately. Zak continued to empty his bladder down my throat, pausing just long enough for me to gulp down each mouthful. His piss tasted strong, but so sweet. It was intoxicating, and I devoured every drop. I think in that very moment I surrendered myself to him totally. I was his pig boy and wanted to continue to be his in every way. I swallowed the last of his sweet piss then Zak pulled his cock from my mouth and wiped his piss hole across my lips. “God, I enjoy feeding you my piss too. From the looks of it you like being my urinal too, don’t you?” My cock stiffened as I licked my lips, “You know I do.” Zak stroked the top of my head for a bit, “I love being a cum and piss pig as much as you do, Zeek. I want you to use me any way you like. I want all of it with you.” “I want to experience that with you too. Really explore our pig sides together.” “Good boy. Let’s work on pozzing your ass up then start swapping all our fluids.” There was a pause of silence interrupted by a long, loud growl from my stomach followed by a burp. We both laughed. “Woah, dude. You must be starving. It’s getting late. If you’re cool with it, why don’t you come home with me? We can stop for carry out and you can crash at my place. I’d love to wake up in the morning curled up with you in my bed. We can grab breakfast together. Spend the day together tomorrow if you like.” The corners of my mouth curled up with a grin, “I’d love to. I am pretty hungry too and not looking forward to the drive home tonight.” “Then it’s settled. Let’s get dressed and get out of here.” We flipped our clothes on and made our way to Zak’s apartment. We ordered the proverbial Chinese food delivery in the little white cartons that you see all too often in the movies. It made for a cozy night on Zak’s living room sofa, feeding samples of each other’s food to one another. Our frisky late night dinner led to some playful banter. By morning a trail of clothes strewn here and there lead to the bedroom. I woke curled up naked next to Zak; our legs intertwined beneath the sheets. His body felt warm against my skin, and I gazed at him sleeping for a minute. The sheet draped gently across his waist just exposing the top edges of his biohazard tattoo. I touched his thigh with my hand and lightly ran my fingers up his leg, across his cock and biohazard tattoo to his abdomen. I slowly caressed his belly, gently circling the sunburst tattoo around his belly button with my finger tip. Zak yawned, opened his eyes, and stretched. Good morning, handsome. He put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him so my head rested on his chest. “I hope you slept well, because I slept like a baby with you beside me. I could get used to this.” I turned over and rested my chin on Zak’s chest, “It does feel good being next to you in bed, and yeah, I slept pretty damn well. I even had an odd but quite erotic dream about pozzing, and you marking my body all over with biohazard tattoos, even places like my hands so I couldn’t hide my poz status to anyone.” We both chuckled. “Maybe I had that dream because my ass is still loaded with your charged seed from last night and that is so hot.” Zak looked at me and grinned, “Don’t worry, sexy man, you’ll be charged up in no time. My virus is probably already in your system. Your body just hasn’t reacted to it yet. Or you could be one of those guys that doesn’t show symptoms and you’re already charged up.” He rolled me over in bed and laid on top of me, “If that’s the case you need to start seeding me too, swap our poz loads.” He gave me a quick peck on the lips then rolled out of bed. He flipped the sheets off me, “Time to get up, babe. The weekend’s a wastin’.” I chased Zak down the hall to the kitchen, and we both hung out together naked. I made coffee and he whipped up some eggs and bacon. Then we sat across from each other at his dining room table. I slid my foot onto his chair, and played with his cock and balls with my toes. Zak’s cock began to bone up. We ate our breakfast looking at each other playfully with grins on our faces. “You better watch it or you’ll find your ass back in that bed taking more poz cum.” “And this is a bad thing, how?” We chuckled a bit and finished our breakfast. “So, what would you like to do today?” “How about hanging out in boystown, shop around a bit. A leisure day.” “I’m game. We could maybe hit a movie later and tip a few at a bar if you like.” “Sure, play it by ear.” This man was too good to be true. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, but in the back of my mind I hoped the feelings I was developing for him were mutual. I was falling for Zak, and there was no stopping my heart. “Ok, Zeek, let’s get in the shower.” “I need to clean my tattoo.” “I’ll wrap it up for you for the day after our shower. After it’s done weeping ink, you can start to leave it open to air.” He got up from the table and peeled the bandage from my arm. Ink was weeping from my tattoo yet. “Lookin damn good, babe. Now get.” I got up and took a few steps toward the bathroom. Zak couldn’t resist the opportunity and gave me a quick crack on the ass with his hand. “Oooh,……… Baby!!” I chuckled and ran toward the bathroom. Zak wasted no time chasing me down the hall. He caught me at the bathroom doorway and pulled me into his arms. His lips pressed to mine, and our cocks were boned up in no time. “See what you do to me every time?” “Well, you have the same effect on me.” We stroked each other’s cocks then Zak turned on the shower, and stepped in. “Are you joining me?” “I’ll be right there. I sat on the toilet. Sorry, babe, I’m losing your seed.” “That’s ok, I’ll be plowing your ass soon enough. I’m glad you have no problem jumping on the toilet while I’m in the bathroom. Doesn’t bother me one bit.” “Glad you said that, because it doesn’t bother me either.” I finished up on the toilet, “Zeek, don’t……Yow!!” Too late…..I flushed the toilet before Zak could stop me. “Damn, that’s cold.” “Serves you right for cracking my ass like that.” “You loved it, and you know it.” “Yeah, guess I did.” I stepped into the shower. It was a rather large walk-in stall with double jets. “Sweet!!” “Isn’t it awesome? Great for showering together.” “It’s big enough for a small orgy.” Zak tipped his head down, closed his eyes, and let the hot water pound on the back of his neck and head. I stood back from him, and took aim. I let out a full stream of piss hitting him on the chest, beard, abdomen, and cock. His eyes flew open, and he immediately dropped to his knees. His rod began to grow as I soaked his face with piss. Zak opened his mouth and filled it full of my piss. He swallowed a bunch and let the rest run down his beard and body. His cock was now fully erect and pulsing as I continued to piss on his face. He tipped his head forward to soak his entire head. The last few squirts of piss shot from my cock, “Damn, babe, that was so hot.” “Glad you enjoyed it.” “Enjoyed it!!?? Fuck, I loved it!!” I cleaned my tattoo, and we soaped each other up. Our shower play was just a teaser, a taste of more to come. We redressed my arm, slipped on our jeans and t-shirts and made our way to boystown. The afternoon was spent walking through the gay district browsing stores like GayMart, and the gear at the Ram adult bookstore. GayMart was most entertaining with cards and novelties. I couldn’t resist stocking up on a few cards. One had a hot naked stud on the cover with a beautiful cock. The outside of the card read, “For your Birthday, let’s play hide and seek…..If you find me, I’ll let you blow me.” The inside read, “….and if you can’t find me, look behind the couch.”…….LOL. The other card had a drag queen on the front with a bitchy expression on her face. The front read, “Honey, another birthday and you still look fabulous!!” The inside of the card had just one word….. “Pity!!” After horsing around all afternoon, we ate an early dinner and decided to check out the movies at the theater. I don’t think it mattered what we saw. We ordered a bottled water and got a small bucket of popcorn then took two seats toward the back of the theater. We had our privacy, just what I was hoping for. Zak held the popcorn bucket in his lap while we both munched away. Every time I reached in for more popcorn I thought of the old story I’ve heard about a guy tearing the bottom of the popcorn container open and slipping his hard cock through the hole. Even though I didn’t think it was going to happen, the anticipation that Zak’s cock COULD be waiting for me boned up sticking through the bottom of the popcorn bucket just made my dick hard. I glanced over at Zak and he looked back at me. I had a sly grin on my face. When he reached for more popcorn I purposely did the same. I took his hand in mine and pressed it firmly against my hard rod. My cock stiffened even more at the touch of his hand through my jeans. After putting the popcorn bucket on the floor Zak took my hand and rubbed it against the hard bulge in his jeans. He returned his hand to my crotch, and we sat there nonchalantly stroking each other. Our shafts were begging to be released from our jeans to start fucking on the spot. Zak grasped my chin with his hand and turned my head toward his. We began kissing and making out in the theater, oblivious to the scene playing out on the screen causing all the laughter in the theater. When it finally finished we both knew where we were heading. We raced to Zak’s apartment like two teenagers about to get our rocks off together for the first time. The door to his apartment flung open and he pinned me against the wall next to the entrance. He kicked the front door closed, and began stripping off my clothes and kissing me at the same time. When the last of our clothes hit the floor, he pinned me against the wall again and made out with me. We ground our cocks together, our lips pressed firmly together with Zak’s tongue buried deep in my mouth. He led me to the bedroom. After stretching a towel across the bed, Zak said, “Lie down on the bed!” I quickly obliged. “No, on your back.” I rolled over and laid back on the pillows. “This is going to be fun.” Zak showed me a wrist restraint, “Give me your wrist, babe.” I did as I was told as my cock throbbed, standing at attention. Zak strapped it onto my arm then secured it to the corner bedpost. He proceeded to strap my other wrist and ankles in a similar manner so I was spread eagle on the bed. “Wait till you see this.” Zak disappeared from the bedroom and returned with shaving cream, a razor and clipper. He crawled onto the bed and straddled my body. My hard shaft spread his ass cheeks open as he worked my cock across his hole. His dick and PA danced in front of my face, pointing straight up. A small amount of precum dripped from the head of his cock, making my mouth water to lap it up. “I can’t wait to feel your rod shooting POZ seed inside me, Zeek.” “The thought of that turns me on too. I’m sure it won’t be long the way you’ve been planting your poz cum in me.” I felt the cold steel of the clipper blade slide across my chest, “Ever been shaved, babe?” “No.” Again his cock pulsed in front of me. It made my cock throb against his hole. “Well you’re going to today, and there’s no way to resist.” Zak raised himself to his knees and dangled his cock in front of my lips. “Lick up that poz precum, babe. We don’t want any going to waste.” I quickly obeyed. The tip of my tongue brushed across his piss hole and circled his jewelry. As I pulled away a string of precum connected my tongue to Zak’s cock head then broke free and tangled from my tongue. I lapped it up and let the sweet taste of my man’s juice slide down my throat. Zak crawled off the bed. He dipped his fingers into a container of white creamy lube called “Shaft.” He grasped my hard rod and stroked the full length, lubing it up. With a firm grip around my shaft he pointed my cock straight up and sprayed shaving cream on my pubic hair. While he slowly stroked my meat I watched as I felt the razor touch my skin at the base of my cock. My rod stiffened in his grip. He stroked the razor across my pubic hair. “Feel that against your skin, Zeek? I’m going to shave all your pubic hair off.” He continued to stroke my hard meat. I watched as he shaved every bit of pubic hair with each stroke of the razor. By the time he finished my hard cock was leaking a ton of precum. He stroked my cock while he cleaned up my smooth pubic area then washed the lube from my cock. Zak again straddled me and sat down, perfectly fitting my hard shaft between his ass cheeks like a glove. He held the clipper in front of me and flipped the switch on before giving me a wink of his eye and a grin. He ran his fingers through my hair and caressed the top of my head. The clipper carved a path across scalp, taking off the first row of hair. While continually rubbing the top of my head Zak shaved off the majority of my hair. He also worked my stiff cock between his cheeks with each pass of the clipper. I could tell he kept just a little stubble for hair length, and I loved the prickly feel as he ran his hands “against the grain” across my head. Between the sensations from my throbbing shaft, aching balls, and the eroticism of being shaved while restrained, I was in heaven. The clipper stopped buzzing and Zak released me from my restraints. “Roll over sexy. We need to finish shaving the back of your head.” He again straddled my torso sitting down with our ass cheeks together. After shaving the rest of my head he massaged my scalp. The pillow was covered with strands of my dark hair, but we didn’t care. I rolled onto my back again and began to make out with Zak. He reached down between us and stroked my cock then slid down my body kissing and licking me from my belly button to my stiff rod. He slipped my cock into his mouth and worked the full length of my meat down his throat. I ran my fingers across his shaved head as he sucked me long and deep over and over. I tipped my head back, and let out a moan as I fucked his face with my tool. He removed my dick from his mouth. With his hand grasping the base of my shaft he licked the head of my meat. “Sweet precum, babe.” Zak again greased up my cock with “Shaft” lube. He straddled my hips, grabbed my shaft by the base, and aimed my cock for his hole. He pressed the head of my cock to his cunt and worked it inside. “I know we’re working on pozzing your ass, but I want to feel you shoot what may be your last neg load deep in my gut.” “Fuck, Zak. I’ll give you every drop.” Zak plunged the full length of my cock into his gut. My cock throbbed. My ass tightened. I buried my head into the pillow, thrust my hips forward as hard and I could, and moaned from the sensations shooting through my body. “Oh…..GOD!” This was my first time fucking Zak, and his cunt felt so incredible wrapped around my dick. My eyes opened wide and I picked my head up off the pillow looking directly into Zak’s eyes. He continued to ride my cock. “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck……I LOVE being inside you.” This was pure ecstasy. Zak’s cock was leaking precum, and dripping onto my belly button. He was driving me wild. With my dick still inside him, I flipped him onto his back. I grabbed his ankles and rammed my cock in him hard and deep. He took the full length of my cock with each thrust. Zak stroked his shaft while I tore up his ass like a vicious animal. “Fuck, I’m going to cum, Zak.” “Give me all that neg seed from your balls. Fill me up, babe.” My body jerked. I moaned and groaned, and my cock throbbed and erupted with each pulse, coating the walls of my man’s hole with my jizz. “Fuck yes, I feel you unloading in me, babe……oh fuck.” Zak’s ass tightened around my shaft, causing my body to again jerk from the sensations. I buried my cock deeper inside him, and while stroking his cock he shot a huge poz load all over his beard and belly. “That was incredible, Zak.” My cock slipped from his hole and his ankles dropped to the bed. I ran my tongue through his beard and down his belly, hungrily lapping up all his poz cum then sharing it with him in a deep, wet kiss. We lie on the bed beside one another, our sweaty bodies touching. “Oh my God, Zak, I love being with you so much.” “Ditto, Babe.” After a long pause….. “Damn, Zeek, you’re a little animal.” I chuckled, “You drive me wild, Zak.” Zak curled up in my arms, “So how long can you stay tomorrow?” I’ll have to head home by around noon. I’m having dinner with my parent’s tomorrow at their house. “I was hoping you could stay until at least dinner time, but I understand. Your family time is important.” “What about your family? Are you close with your parents?” “Ah, the family. Well, I have not seen my parents since I was 18. The day I told them I’m gay is the day they kicked me out of the house.” “That really sucks, Zak. Maybe they will come around.” “I’m not holding my breath, babe. They’re extremely religious. They believe if I had more faith in God, that I could become straight, and……blah, blah, blah.” “I don’t understand how a parent can just disown their kid like that.” “I’m not losing any sleep over it. I think I came through it all just fine. I’ve worked hard to get to where I am now.” “It had to be difficult for you. I give you a lot of credit.” “No, it wasn’t easy, but I’m ok. What about you, do your parents know you’re gay?” “Oh, yeah. They may have their own opinions, but in the end they just want me to be happy.” We stayed curled up in bed for the night, turned on the tv, and eventually the tv watched us sleep. In the morning I woke to Zak’s hard cock lubed and grinding against my hole. My morning wood was raging hard. Zak pressed the head of his cock to my hole, and with an arch of my back he slipped inside. “I can’t let you go home without your ass fully loaded with my toxic cum, babe.” “Fuck, yes, you know I want it. Give it to me.” I got on all fours, and Zak fucked me oh so right, long and hard, doggy style. I reached for his greased up cock, feeling his shaft at the lips of my cunt as he plunged the full length into my hungry hole. I stroked my meat while he tore up my hole. “Beg for my toxic cum, Zeek!!” “Fuck, give it to me. Please give me you poz seed.” “You want it?” “Fuck, yes!!” “Yeah?” “Give it to me. Poz me up. Please charge my hole.” “Fuck, fuck…..here it cums, babe. Take my DNA.” My cock stiffened, and as it pulsed and shot a huge load of cum onto the bed, I felt Zak’s poz load hit my intestine walls. His cock continued to throb inside me, reloading my cunt with his charged semen. He pulled his still hard shaft from my hole and flopped on the bed next to me. He pulled me into his arms and held me tight. Zak kissed me on the forehead, “I’m going to miss you this week, Zeek. I enjoy having you here with me.” “Ditto, Zak….very much so.” After a late breakfast together, and a quick shower, it was time for me to head home. The weekend together was perfect, but passed by too quickly. “Come here, Zeek.” Zak gave me a long hug followed by a sensuous kiss. “I’ll talk to you during the week to make plans for next weekend.” “Sounds good.” “Safe trip. Let me know when you’re home, babe.” I walked down the hall and pushed the button to the elevator. The doors opened and I stepped in. I turned to see Zak standing in the doorway. He waved and yelled to me with a grin on his face, “Nice ass, babe.” I chuckled and waved back. The doors closed, and I was on my way. Tonight’s dinner would be interesting to say the least. I could hardly wait to hear the comments from my mom about my new “look”……

I started bb, then went to safe sex for 3 yrs because I was scared of hiv. Hated it. Now a happy cumslut

It is a very hard decision to make. Basically from what I have researched younger guys getting pozzed are less likely to have bad times with it and the older you get before getting pozzed the more likely to have other health problems. It almost seems to be one of those 6 of one and a half dozen of the other things. You must decide for yourself but if you are already using prep and having a ball being a cumdump, that is probably your best bet overall and stay with it.

I can't even imagine not doing it bareback and wanting that load deep in my ass.

This worked! Nearly three entire load went straight down my throat ... and just enough leftover cum to taste and suck a few more drops onto my tongue. Thanks. Well I also was dumb and told some random black guy to force me to swallow his load. Bastard came in my mouth with just the head of his dick in my mouth. Started gagging and choking, and he responded by ramming his entire 7.5" dick down my throat, came again in my mouth but held my mouth and nose shut so I had no choice but to swallow again.

The fantasy involves first meeting a hot sadistic dom top at the bookstore, where he feeds me his fat rod while he rubs my sensitive nipples to make me insatiable for dick, and as other horny dudes put their cock through the gloryhole, he switches back and forth to make me suck some of the gloryhole cock too. When he's rock hard and spit lubed, he just stabs his raw rod deep inside and rape my hole raw rough while he's pushed my face to the gloryhole, and I'm made to suck anonymous horny cock until each one spurts my mouth full. After my dom top use my hole for his pleasure enough to let his sperm wads spray a thick coat over my boypussy walls, I'm pulled off whichever gloryhole cock I'm sucking on, and he makes me repeat after him that true bottoms' holes belong to their top, to be used however the top wants, while he's fingering my cummy ass. Suddenly, he surprisingly flip me about, quickly force spread my cheeks, and press my open boycunt to the gloryhole while I struggle, as he tells me he'll be training me to be a true bottom by passing around my hole. I'm forced to stay pressed up tightly against the wall by his arms, until suddenly an anonymous horny fucker's raw cock slides up my hole. That's when I realize my sadist top's filming my facial expressions with a camera phone and he's also put another one on the floor in front of the gloryhole to video how every raw random cock rapes my pussy until they shoot inside, before the next guy stabs his bare dick deep in my used cunt. As I'm taking the gloryhole fucking, my sadist top's continually rubbing my sensitive, hard nipples to force my uncontrollably quivering and spasming anal walls to tighten and milk every gloryhole fuckers' raw dick until I feel that pulsing which means they're spunk is filling up my ass. Starting with when the first gloryhole guy impaled my raw boypussy, my sadist top's making me describe out loud how it feels to let each anonymous guys gloryhole fuck me raw. While filming how I'm forced to admit I'm such a cock starved whore that I'll let random guys raw gloryhole fuck my hole because my top's ordering it, and since only whores lets guys use their holes simply because their pimp said so, I've become undeniably my sadist top's cock slave. So much so that while the random fucker's bare rod's slamming into my pussy harder and harder, my sadist top films me saying that while I loved to suck gloryhole dick, I've never let myself get gloryhole fucked because I was afraid, but getting my hole used this way feels so good that I don't want it to stop fucking me... even though it means it'll cum up my guts sooner. Hell, as his pumping speeds up, my sadist top makes me loudly state that I'm begging this anonymous cock to cum in me. Then, as expected, while I'm being fucked by the next gloryhole top, my sadist top's feeding me his cock. Then, when he wants to, he actually open the booth door to clearly show everyone how slutty I'm being, even waving in some of the hotter hallway guys to get their dick sucked alongside his, while I'm taking the gloryhole fucks good. As the hallway top gets sucked to fully hard, my sadist top spun me around to let his bare cock to forcefully stretch open my used cunt, while I continue to slurp both my sadist top's rod and the next gloryhole cock. After taking load after load after load, as fresh sperm leak down my legs, my sadist top finally allows me to stop taking raw gloryhole cock, saying he'd picked a number between 12 and 20 which I've reached. In addition, he'll be putting the combined video of me being a pass-around gloryhole cock whore on xtube for all to see. I beg him not to, but all he says is that the video's getting posted whether I like it or not. But, if I follow orders as his whore, get pass-around to whoever he commands, even being blindfolded and sling fucked, he'll minimize how much my face show up and blur out top of my features. That's how I start being made to satisfy the pleasure of tops as a good bottom should. If you want, you can text me at 4152360784

I live in Staten Island, outside of NYC. Going home on the ferry, there are usually 1 of 3 extremely good looking policemen on the boat. One fucking tall about 6'4", Irish man, he's in his 30's, black hair, big lug type. Another, average height, but big thick kind guy and had a chipped tooth that was fucking sexy until it got fixed. Bald, and you can tell he's hairy, as the fur sprouts above his shirt. You can see his bulge in his pants and he is always looking women up and down. The other, avg sized italian irish guy. Has that flipped top hair and shaved sides, beautiful blue eyes, you can just tell he's a hot fuck. I would love to get gang banged by these guys. There's a private room on the boat, be brought in there, fucked from both ends, be their whore while the boat went back and forth.

I try to rim as often as I can, however there are a lot of guys who don't like it. Same goes for licking their pits. There is nothing like eating a nice hole.

I am very upfront about BB sex and not pulling out and they still want my dick

I totally agree. As a total top, i decide. I never pull out. And if a condom is required the i simply put my pants back on and walk away. Tops always should breed. Real tops never pull out.

I like the way that you think!

Love a guy that pisses in my ass.

Love to piss in a guys ass after I finish fucking him. Like to see how long he can hold it then when he lets loose feel it run down my balls. Sometimes I put a bucket underneath to collect my piss and then I can also feed it back to him again.

I say just do it.