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Cody: Sunlight streaming in the bedroom window caused a bit of haze as I very slowly awoke. The two day drive from Seattle to Dad’s house in the suburbs of Chicago had really taken a lot out of me, but after a couple of very groggy minutes I realized I was in his bed, alone. I figured he had likely gone for a run. I really love sleeping in Dad's bed. Although I would have preferred to find him sleeping next to me, at least I could still smell him. My Dad and I started having sex several years before I left for college. It wasn’t an affair as much as it was pure hormones. Being a horny teen, I was eager to learn about sex, and Dad was more than willing to be my guide. I never complained, especially since I had long since adjusted to the reality I was gay, and, as my relationship with Dad expanded to include sex, I was more than ready and receptive, especially since then as now, Dad maintained had a nicely toned body. As I lay there in his bed, it occurred to me my morning wood was in complete agreement. After high school I was accepted at an out-of-state university. Fast forward several years of fun and hard work, and now, post graduation, I had a degree in finance and was back at my Dad’s house. I was horny and wanted his body more now than ever before. I couldn’t get enough cum. In college I had been a real pig, and sucked off more than one roommate. I’m surprised I came away from college without coming down with one STD or another. Anyhow, Dad was now 43 to my 22 years, but as he exercises religiously, he is still really young in my eyes. I was always slim and had been on my high school’s swim team, which helped get me a scholarship and to tryouts for the college swim team. I was trim, and I definitely like my body, but my 'little Cody' was doing all the thinking. I imagined if Dad were here right now I’d be sucking his cock and swallowing his cum. I wondered why we hadn't fucked the night before. I know I wanted him, and he had been very happy to see me, but as I had been exhausted by the drive, I guess I just passed out. The thought of Dad fucking me got me rock hard and horny to the point of distraction. Something needed to happen soon; I wanted, no, I needed Dad's cum inside my hole, especially when I thought back to my experiences in years past with Dad. I really liked it when, as we fucked, Dad would get verbal and nasty, calling me his cum hole. My cock started to leak. I got up to piss, and afterwards checked my phone. There was a text from Dad that read, “Getting an early run in, back soon Cod.” My name is Cody, but as long back as I could remember Dad has used the nickname 'Cod'. The kinky part of me wanted him to call me his “cum hole,” and tell me how he was breeding my ass. Fuck, I wanted to taste his cum. I decided to shower and get myself together before Dad got back. I was horned as fuck and thought about jacking off but decided to wait until Dad got back. I was determined to get his load. Dad: It was nice watching Cod sleep was nice, and knowing he needed the rest, I decided to let him sleep in and use the opportunity to hook-up with one of my regulars, Sam, I guy I met on Grindr. Sam and I have been fucking a couple of times a week or so for nearly a year now; with Cod away at college I had to have relief, and Sam satisfied my needs quite nicely. I have always barebacked, and had always topped with Cod but after he went away to school I decided to explore the role of a bottom and started taking bare cock from several guys, Tom, Alan, Nick, and Sam - just a few of the guys I had fuck me at one point or another over the last few years. I loved taking it bareback. I initially asked about the top's status but when Alan answered "I don't know," I decided to still take his load. After taking Alan's load I stopped asking the guy's status. I just wanted to be fucked hard and to take big loads of cum in my ass. I really had no idea if I’d ever taken a poz load of cum until I met Sam. He’s now 28, 6’ tall and lean. He reminds me somewhat of Cod, even if he is a couple of years older. He told me upfront that he was HIV positive. I replied I was HIV negative, but didn’t care either way; the truth is my cock had never been harder. What I didn’t know is that Sam did care about my status: he only wanted to fuck guys who were negative, and since he and I had hooked-up and I made switch to being a cum pig, one who had no trouble that an HIV positive guy was regularly fucking me, Sam had decided me wanted me to convert. Meanwhile I couldn’t get enough of Sam, and was flattered Sam couldn’t seem to get enough of me. He asked if I was still negative, but as I hadn't been tested for quite some time, more than a year or so, even if I had taken many of Sam's loads, still I had to answer that I didn't know. Sam frequently commented "I hope you convert," and "I'm gonna make it happen," but as far as I was concerned it was more of a matter that maybe he would, maybe he wouldn't, but as he was on meds I knew the chances were slim. Whatever the case, however, I definitely wanted him to fuck me - either way. I took a very short run and made my way to his place for sex. I was horny and given the thought of Cod laying naked in my bed, I needed poz cum right now. Sam and I had a fairly regularly routine: I would let myself in, strip naked and climb into his bed, and then we fucked hard and heavy while he told me how he was going to knock me up. “Hey sexy, fuck I’m so horny,” I called out. “Get on your back. I want to see your face while I breed you,” he replied as he entered the room. I flipped over, legs up and he thrust in roughly with no lube. He had fucked me so often that his cock goes in easily, and honestly it didn't really hurt, although I was surprised he was balls-deep on the first thrust. “Gonna’ really breed you deep this time, Mark. You want my poz cum?” “Fuck yeah, give it to me" was all I could mumble as he road my ass. Sam looked down at me, smiled, and leaned over, giving me a deep kiss. I could feel his sweaty nuts resting against my ass. I love that sensation. Somehow it really makes me feel like the top is in complete sexual control of me. “Sam, I’m so fuckin' horny. I want you to blow your poz cum into my hole. I want you to give IT to me.” “Oh yeah, you twisted fuck," he grunted, asking “You want me to poz .. uhhh... maybe both of you?” Sam knew Cod was back at my house. I knew what he meant. I was conflicted, but grunted approval. Sam knew we’d be fucking and if I was, or converted, I might pass it to Cod. “Yeah, you do want that. So fucking hot." He kept banging me, keeping-up a good rhythm, grunting and banging my ass. And, as he did so he remarked “I stopped taking my meds. I want you to be HIV positive." “Uhhhhhh… uhhhh… fuck me”, was all I could manage, “Fuck, it into me.” Sam was in full stride now, kissing me, he was looking me right in the eyes with a very devious grin and he knew that I wanted this as bad as he did. “Fuck… fuck… fuck… close”, he was kissing me hard now and “Uhhhhhhhhh…. FUCK… cummmm… ” and like that, he unloaded in my ass. It seemed like a really intense orgasm for him. As he lay on me, his hard cock plugging my ass, french kissing me, he sweated profusely. “I’ve been wanting to do that since we met,” he eventually commented. “Stop meds?” “Yeah. I wanted to convert you before we were really open about it and I knew I’d probably have to take a break from the meds to do it for real." “That’s so hot that you told me the way you told me just as you were about to blow. How long have you been off them?” "About a month or so, now, so I'm sure I'm toxic." We kept making out, Sam was so hot and his cock was still hard and still inside me. I knew I was a horny pig and I liked it bareback but I never thought of myself as chasing. Right now I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more than another load of his poz cum, so I murmured “I want more.” He, on the other hand, was still out of breath, and replied “Let me rest. Maybe you’ll get something you can’t get rid of.” I was hard and leaking. I hadn’t cum, I rarely did when Sam fucked me, but I started thinking about Cod and my cock started to leak. I felt an odd pang thinking I was going to give Cody cum, knowing I might seroconvert from my sex with Sam. Cody: I finished my shower, ate something and started to think about Dad. I was about to text him when I heard the door open, and in walked Dad, looking a bit sweaty and worn-out. "That must have been a good run," I commented. “Good run? Uh… yeah, good, wore me out. I think I’m going to get a shower." I could smell his arm pits as he walked by and it made my cock hard as he walked past me. “Dad?” “Yeah, Cod?” I walked up close to him and looked him in the eye the way a lover does, “I’m glad I’m home.” “Me too, Cod.” He smiled, kissed me, and then entered his bathroom, I nearly passed out in anticipation of the pleasures in store.

My lawn guy texted me and said his wife was out of town so I went over this morning. He let me in, naked and hard. Guy is only like 5'5" built, tanned and hung like a moose with a long foreskin. Super nice guy too. I started sucking him and he was rubbing on my hole. Lubed me up and rolled me over on my side and held me in that position. Stuck his big cock in and pushed until it was all the way up my hole. It was a strange position and initially a little painful but who the fuck cares when a hot man like this is interested in your hole? He fucked me like that til he blew a load in me. I felt the last twitch and started to get up. He asked me to stay still and he rocked in and out until he was fully hard again. This time he rolled me onto my stomach and just fucked me slow and deep -- forceful -- and talked shit in my ear in Spanish. It was so hot I came while he fucked me and he grunted and unloaded #2 in my hole. I love this man. That tight, tanned hairy little body and the big dick. Fuck just thinking about him makes me hard as a rock.

Part 2 I clenched my ass tight as I walked back to my place, trying to keep SIR’s cum inside of me. I had just taken five POZ loads in my ass, and what concerned me was the fact that I didn’t care. In face, I was still horny despite having cum twice myself. I thought about what SIR had said to me just before I left, “Now remember boy, I don’t care who fucks you, or how many loads you take, just know that your hole belongs to me. So that means that when I tell you to get your cunt on my cock, you come to where ever I am, when I want.” Readily I had agreed and had left his apartment with my cock slowly stiffening again. By the time I got home I knew I needed to get fucked again, not even wanting to go back upstairs yet, I texted SIR. I know you said you didn’t care who I got fucked by SIR, but are you sure it’s alright? His response came swiftly: Take all the cock you need just remember who your cunt belongs to. Yes SIR. You have anyone in mind to breed your spunked up hole? No SIR, not yet. I just started looking at SCRUFF. Fuck that. Text my friend, he’ll knock you up good. Tell him that SIR sent you. He sent me the contact for “Big Mike” and I wasted no time in messaging him. I sat on my stoop, hole clenched tight, for a very long minute waiting for a response. So, SIR’s got a new boy, fun. You got a hole full of his POZ spunk kid? Yes. I responded. Good, I love fucking a sloppy cunt. Come over. He included his address, about twenty minutes walk across town from where I was. Without hesitation I stood up and started walking. A thought struck me as I crossed the street pressing into the throng of people swarming around Time Square: here I was, on my way to a man’s apartment, who I had never seen, and who was more then likely preparing to dump another POZ load in my ass. My cock twitched, I had my answer. If SIR had sent me to him I was certain that was good enough. I crossed town as quickly as I could and soon found myself in front of a stone fronted luxury apartment building. I blushed slightly at the thought of having to go through the very clean modern looking lobby to get to the elevators at the far side. Steeling my nerve, and hoping that I didn’t smell too much like sweat and cum, I had yet to shower, pushed through the revolving door. I had just made it to the elevator when a low cough drew me up short. I turned my head making eye contact with the doorman who I had been carefully avoiding. “Where are you heading?” he asked in a deep voice. He was younger then most doormen, with a dark completion and bright green eyes he was actually rather attractive. I told him the apartment I was heading to and he gave me a long appraising look before smiling to himself and nodding. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, as if the doorman knew exactly why I was there, I hurried off to the elevators. I stood outside of the apartment staring at the metal door for a moment before, feeling my hole twitch, and becoming aware of the small trickle of cum that had escaped my ass, I raised my hand and knocked. The door opened quickly, but not by the sort of man I had expected. A boy not much older then twenty or so stood before me dressed in only a jock. He had short-cropped blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a strong handsome face. He had the look of a twink who was quickly transitioning to jock. Between his well toned pecs a small growth of blond chest hair sprouted, almost but not quite connecting to the dense and slightly darker treasure trail that led into the waistband of his jock. He smiled at me, and I noticed that his mouth and cheeks were shiny with what I could really only guess to be spit. Gesturing, he stepped back to let me into the apartment. As the door closed behind me he said, “Take your clothes off here.” Dutifully I stripped off, leaving my clothes in a heap by the door. My cock was hard as it had ever been in my life and I gave the boy a wry smile. Winking at me, he said, “You have to earn clothes here, although looking at that sweet ass I’m guessing you’ll never be granted more then a jock.” He turned to lead me down the hallway and added, “I’m Greg, by the way,” as a bit of an after thought. “Aaron,” I replied. “Nice to meet you, I’m guessing we’ll be seeing a lot of each other if SIR keeps you. I’m Mac’s fucktoy, that’s what he calls me. SIR always sends his boys to Mac when they are ready to start taking other cocks. Mac then uses them and tells SIR if he thinks they’re worth keeping around.” He turned to face me, “When did SIR start fucking you?” “About ten hours ago,” I said a little sheepishly. “Seriously, you took your first load from SIR this morning?” “Yeah, um, last night I guess,” it seemed odd to be saying out loud what had happened to me, “he drugged me and I agreed to let a bunch of guys breed me, and then he sent me a video of it and told me to call him when I was ready for more. I, well...” I knew this must sound so wrong, but I had loved it, “I just called him right then and went over to his place and he fucked me. After he came he told me he was POZ, which freaked me out for a minute, but it felt so good that all I could think about was getting him to fuck me again,” the words were poring out of me in a word vomit confession, “and so I took four more loads from him. While I was walking home I texted him saying I wanted more cock and he directed me here.” “Jesus, you came around faster then I did. It took a week of daily breedings from Mac before he sent me to SIR. So you’ve got at least five loads in you hole right now?” “Yeah, if there’s any left from last night.” “Turn around, and bend over, I wanna see really fast.” I did as he asked and turned around, grabbing my cheeks as I bent over to really show off my hole. “Fuck, he ran a finger over my hole, Mac’s gonna love that. Come on we’ve kept him waiting long enough.” The hallway into the apartment proper was a rather long one, Greg led me all the way to the end when on the right hand side was a large open arch that opened onto a spacious loft. The left hand side was entirely composed of windows that looked out over the city, Freedom tower glinting in the distance. Facing the windows sitting on a gray, square armed, modern looking sofa was what could only be a younger version of SIR. At probably 35, the man who I correctly guessed to be Mac, had a dark brown beard, a neatly combed haircut, broad shoulders, powerful chest, and was covered in dark brown hair. My eyes only lingered on these features for a moment before falling to the thick veined cock he was fisting. My mouth started to water an my hole clenched several times just at the sight of it. “Well, don’t just stand there cunt, come and get on your knees.” He said gruffly, I rushed forward and fell to my knees between his wide spread legs. His hands landed on the back of my head and pushed me down so that I had no choice but to take his fat cock down my throat. “My fucktoy’s been keeping me hard for you. I’m gonna fill you up with a few more POZ loads before I send you on to your next stop. Now that you’ve shown SIR you’re a horny cumdump he’s planned a full night of load taking for you. Hope your cunt is up to it. SIR seems to think so, and he’s rarely wrong.” My hole twitched at his words and I slurped his cock down with even more gusto. I pressed myself forward, willing more and more of his cock down my throat. Quickly his shaft grew slick with throat juice as I slobbered up and down its considerable length. A blowjob; however, was clearly not Mac’s main focus. After what was no more then five minutes he pulled me off of his dick and said in a gruff breathy voice, “Sit on it.” I leapt to my feet and clambered up onto the couch so I was squatting over his lap facing him. With one hand on the back of the couch to steady myself I used the other to aim his cock at my desperate hole, and with no lube other then my spit and the cum that was still inside of me, I sat down on his cock slowly. His cock was thicker then SIR’s but not as long. I groaned as his unusually broad, blunt cock head stretched my sphincter wide. His cock felt as thought it increased in girth down its entire length so that by the time I felt my ass cheeks come to rest on Mac’s hairy thighs I was shaking a reveling in being stretched further then I had ever thought possible before. Mac gave me a few moments to get used to his thick cock before, his hands under my ass, he lifted me, and then slowly lowered me back down onto his cock. He did this several times, each time lifting me a little bit higher. I started to lift myself up, dropping down hard on his cock, feeling his head punching against my guts. My hole was twitching around his cock, and my breath came in short gasps each time he pulled out. After what seemed like a blissful eternity, Mac pushed me down, hard, on his cock, his head pressing against my second sphincter and making me cry out. I could feel my inner hole giving way, and as it did Mac flipped us over so that now I was laying on my back on the couch, my legs wrapped around him. Mac used the added leverage of our new position to force his cock past my second hole. I cried out in pleasure and pain, but had no time to get used to what had just happened as Mac now began to pound me so hard that my entire body shook with the force of it. “God,” he grunted, “SIR was right, your cunt is made for cock.” Mac didn’t slow down or lessen his assault on my hole for what I can only assume was fifteen minutes. I could tell that my hole would be bruised but I also knew somewhere in the back of my mind that I didn’t care and it wouldn’t stop me from taking Mac’s cock more. Sweat poured off of his and splattered against my shaking body. I cried out, moaning and grunting with every thrust. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered if there were neighbors close by who could hear Mac destroying my hole. “You ready for your first load from me boy?” Mac asked after what had to be a full quarter of an hour of unrelenting pounding. “You ready for your next dose of POZ cum?” ‘Yes,” I yelled, “breed me! Fill me up! POZ my cunt!” His only response was a wicked smile and slamming into my ass a few times even harder then before, punching through my second sphincter each time. Then I knew he was coming, he growled and shoved his dick as deep as he could. Almost his entire load went past my inner ring, and I reveled in it. He did not pull out but instead, began to fuck me very slowly. “With a cunt a nice as yours ill probably be able to get out six loads before I go soft. You ready for that boy?” “Yes, my hole is yours.” “Good answer.”

1. It started at a New Year's Eve party. It was the last day of 1995, heading into 1996. Outside, in the nation, a culture war was raging, and it felt like sometimes we were losing. Inside, all of us young gay men were terrified. AIDS was everywhere, and there was still no cure, no treatment, and most of all, no hope. We all had gotten the religion of safer sex, of relentlessly using condoms. We were all good boys, and used them every single time. Except, of course, when we didn't. When we were too drunk. Too high. Too enamored of our partner. In the run up to midnight, we were playing a drinking game. Our host was reading a list of activities. Every time he read one that we had done, we drank. Sometimes, we would nervously look around, seeing who else dared to drink, like when he read "had sex without a condom." Other times, there was a raucous cheer and we all drank, like when he said, "Got a blow job." At the end of the game, all of us were drunk to one degree or another. That was when Jeff came up to me. We were casual acquaintances. We would say hello in the bar, and see each other at parties. But we had never really talked. "I saw you drank when Shawn asked if you had sex without a condom," he said. "Yeah," I nodded. "And when he asked about sex with a poz guy." "Yeah," I said again. "Same guy?" he asked, an evil smile on his face. "No," I said. "Of course not." "Ahh, too bad." But, before I could say another word, someone lurched between us, and started to talk to Jeff. I'm not sure it mattered. The seed had planted in my mind, and it started to take root. To get fucked raw by a poz guy. To do something so utterly reckless and stupid. To utterly stop worrying about consequences of my actions. I didn't remember much about the rest of the evening, other than that ill-advised and imprudent idea. Like the deadly virus all around me, it festered and slowly grew. I had discovered the Internet, and had discovered there was a word for it. Barebacking. It seemed both completely wrong and scarily hot. I discovered there were groups of men who gathered to enjoy skin-on-skin contact and exchanging fluids. I discovered that some of them would welcome negative guys into their circle, infecting them in a dark and depraved orgy of raw fucking. Last, but not least, I discovered that my acquaintance Jeff was a member in one of these clubs. He encouraged me to learn more about the club and more about the virus. He introduced me to other members of the club, and I heard their stories. Most of all, Jeff gave me permission to fantasize about joining their private club. "It's ok," he would message me on AOL. "It's just a fantasy when you are jerking off. It's no more real than the frat brothers fucking in porn." Those were the nights I came the hardest. Thick ropes of cum would cover my chest and I was disappointed they did not burn with the virus. Online, I would exchange messages with the other guys in the club. They talked about how good it felt to fuck raw and how relieved they were that they weren't frightened anymore. They encouraged my fantasies as well and told me I should visit their club one night. It was Jeff who finally extended the formal invitation. They wanted to have a party in my honor. "Summer Solstice. Friday, June 21st. We'll all spend the weekend having fun," he said. "Just be ready for the ritual," he continued, a hint of mystery in his voice. He told me the address and said I should be there at 8PM sharp. On the appointed Friday, time seemed to stand still. I had been planning to leave work early, have a drink and relax before the party. But instead, I had a last minute fire to fight, and I barely had enough time to shower and get dressed before I had to rush out the door. The address led me through the old industrial part of town, to an anonymous warehouse. There were several cars out front, parked on what I hoped was an abandoned railway spur. I parked next to them. There was a single bare bulb over the door, providing just enough light to read the number on the door. 2718, it read, the same address that Jeff had given me. I knocked on the door, wondering what I was to do next. The door opened; it was darker inside than outside. "Yes?" a man asked from within. "I'm Tim," I said. "Jeff said to come here." "Right. You're the initiate." "Yeah," I said. "Come in." The door opened a bit further, but it was still dark. I stepped inside, and hoped that my eyes would soon adjust. Black curtains, hung from the high ceilings, marked off the entry area and there were two large candles burning on iron stands. Mixed with the smell of the candles were the hints of sex. I could smell the sweat, a bit of lube, and the promise of cum. In the background, there was a low prayer-like chant droning on. The door behind me closed, and I began to see more details. The man who had let me in was about my height, maybe 6'4", with a muscular, hairy chest. He was almost naked, wearing a pair of black combat boots, and a black leather mask that exposed only his mouth and two holes for his eyes. "Strip down," he said. I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my shirt and removed my shorts. "All the way," he said, nodding at my underwear. His cock was hanging down, thick but still mostly limp. I took off my underwear, and stood in front of him, completely naked. He knew my name but I knew almost nothing about him. In addition, he had slightly more clothes than I did, plus the relative anonymity the mask afforded him made me feel even more vulnerable. "Follow me," he said, turning around, and walking slowly deeper into the warehouse. His ass was firm and muscular, and I wondered how it would feel to slide my raw cock into him. He parted the curtains; the next room seemed to have a bit more light. "Come," he said. I followed his lead, and walked through the curtains. The room was much bigger, but the light was just an illusion; there was a candle right where we entered. It took me a moment to take everything in. Painted in white in the middle of the room was a white circle, a pentagram inscribed inside it. At each of the five points, there was a heavy steel column with a candle flickering. Around the perimeter of the circle were men, all with various black leather masks on. Some masks covered only their eyes, while others covered most of their faces. At the head of the pentagram, one man stood alone, a pair of black boots and a leather executioner's hood. In front of him, right at the center of the pentagram, was a wooden fuck bench with thick leather straps hanging off. Even with the heavy hood on, I could tell he was watching my every move. Like a wolf tracking his prey. He shifted his weight and a heavy steel axe glinted in the candlelight. I shivered. It was not clear if this was an initiation or something much more dangerous. "My Father," the man who had led me in said, "I bring the Initiate." He left me at the base of the pentagram, the fuck bench the only thing between me and the man in the executioner's hood. I could barely keep my eyes off of the man in front of me. His uncut cock was sticking up, erect and hard. Even hard, the foreskin covered the head, making him seem even more like a wild animal, barely tamed. "Welcome to the temple of the Dark Lord," he said. I was still looking around, trying to take in the entire scene. It was a scene from one of the darkest stories I had read. A Church to Sex, dedicated to a malevolent and dirty God, charged with the task of spreading their disease. My cock began to twitch at the thought. "Thank-you," I said. "You may call me Sir," he said. In the flickering candles, I could only just see his mouth move. His eyes were dark, unfeeling pits of blackness. "Thank you Sir." "You are the Initiate, correct?" "Yes Sir, I am." "You know why you are here, right, Initiate?" "I do, Sir." "You are ready to give your body to the Dark Lord? To let him rule you?" "I am, Sir." I knew what was going to happen. These men were all going to fuck me. They were going to fuck me raw, and shoot their seed in me. From the looks of the men arrayed around the room, at least a few of them were full-blown. The rest, no doubt, had the Dark Lord's virus pumping through their veins. It would require divine intervention from a much better God for me not to get infected this evening. "Are you ready to die for him?" The Dark Lord's virus was both fatal and incurable. I would be pumped full of it by the horny men surrounding me. I would be infected, which meant I would die. "I am. Sir." "Good. I will be your executioner tonight. Do you accept my authority?" "I do, Sir." "Do you give me your body to do as the Dark Lord wishes?" "I do Sir. To the death." "And you will die from tonight's ordeal," he said. His cock twitched and a bead of pre-cum appeared on his slit. The twisted fuck was enjoying this. I had to admit I was as well. Hot men surrounded me, each of them ready to fuck me raw and pump me full of their jizz. By the end of the weekend, I would be dripping with sperm. "Death in the service of the Dark Lord is an honor, sir." "Good. For the rest of the ritual, you will not have a name. You will be known only as the Sacrifice." He made it sound evil and dirty. My cock was nearly erect. This was worse than any dark jerk off fantasy I had ever had and better than more favorite porn. He turned to a man standing to his right, shifting the axe to his other hand. "Acolyte?" my executioner said. "Yes, Sir?" the new man asked. I hadn't recognized any of the men; with their heads hidden under the masks and hoods, it was impossible to see any of the critical details. But, once I had heard his voice, I knew who it was. It was Jeff. "Has the method of execution been selected?" "It has Father." "And what is the decision of the Black Cabal in how to dispose of Sacrifice?" "Anally injected death sentence. AIDS." Jeff stared at me, smiling. "It shall be carried out every week until the sacrifice is infected." "AIDS it was, AIDS it is and AIDS it will be." my executioner confirmed. "The Dark Lord rejoices in his virus. Did the sacrifice hear his sentence?" he asked me. "I did," I said. I still couldn't keep my eyes off of his cock. It was seemingly even more erect than earlier and still, the head was covered by foreskin. "I did. And, my Executioner, I accept the decision of the Dark Lord's darkest minions." "The Sacrifice will assume the position on the altar." He motioned for me to get on the fuck bench. I climbed on to the wooden bench. It was solid, barely even moving as I rested my weight against the cool leather pads. I adjusted myself, feeling my cock throb underneath me. As the thick straps brushed against my legs and arms, I felt the first pangs of fear. Until now, it had been just play. It wasn't real. From the left and the right, two men stepped forward from the ranks, and adjusted the straps. First, they did my thighs, then my arms. I tested them, but the leather straps were tight and strong. I was totally naked, strapped into place, unable to move, and totally powerless to defend myself from perverted desires of the men surrounding me. The ritual may have been a bit dramatic and over-wrought, but there was a core of truth to it. I had agreed to be infected with a deadly disease, and, eventually, when I was on my deathbed, I would be able to trace it back to this night. As the reality of what I had started hit me, the room seemed to swallow me up. I could feel every stray draft across my skin. I could hear every slight shift in weight from the men around me. And most of all, I could smell them. Their masculine sweat was the dominant smell, but there was the hint of metallic tang from the pre-cum starting to drip from their erections. I wanted to slow it all down and think it through again. I had jerked off to every imaginable permutation and combination of getting infected, except for the actual reality itself. Now, faced with the harrowing reality of getting infected, I was having second thoughts. Once more, I pulled against the straps, but there was no more play than the first time. I was tied down and there was no chance of mercy from these men. Oblivious to my mounting fears and growing doubts, the man I now thought of as my executioner turned to his left side. Another man stood there, again, wearing nothing but a pair of boots and a black mask around his eyes. "My acolyte, has the cabal granted any relief for the ordeal?" "They have my Father. The sacrifice is allowed an emollient to begin. And with your blessing, he may enjoy the Dark Lord's glass cock." "The sacrifice is lucky," the executioner said. "Do you have the emollient?" "I do, my Father." "Then prepare the Sacrifice," he said. The man stepped forward from where he stood by the executioner, leaned down and extracted a thick tube from his boots. He walked towards me, and I could see it was a syringe, just lacking a needle. It was filled with an opaque white fluid. "We anoint the sacrifice with the semen of the Dark Lord." The man took up a position behind me, close enough that I could feel the warmth from his body against my skin. "This will hurt," he grunted. Before I could even fully process what he had said, he stuck his gloved hand into my crack, spreading my cheeks apart and exposing my hole. He pushed the syringe into my anus, forcing it deep within me. The sharp plastic edges hurt as it penetrated, but it was only for a moment. He pressed down, and there was a cool sensation in my gut. "Should be good," he grunted again, and pulled it out. He rubbed my hole for a few seconds, getting it to close up. "It will take a few minutes for the Dark Lord's semen to take effect," the executioner said. The gloved man stepped back from behind me and resumed his position next to the executioner. "Congregation, are you ready to begin?" the executioner asked. "We are," the men surrounding me answered. He turned back to Jeff. "Acolyte, are you ready?" "I am, my father," Jeff answered. He grabbed his erection and shook it. "Take the position," he told Jeff. Jeff stepped away from his place by the executioner, and walked behind me. He rubbed his cock against my crack. Between a bit of the semen from the syringe and the pre-cum on his cock, there was just enough lube for his shaft to slide back and forth. Like a torpedo to its target, his cock quickly found my hole. He paused and cleared his throat. "Thank you, Dark Lord, for allowing me to start the sacrifice in your honor." Jeff called out in a clear, loud voice, loud enough for the entire room to hear. "Hail Lucifer," the men replied. The response came from every side of the pentagram, enveloping me in the raucous joy of the men ready for the chance to breed me. "Thank you, Dark Lord, for your minions who have infected me." "Hail Lucifer," the response rose again from the men. Thank you Dark Lord, for the drugs that make me not care." "Hail Lucifer," came from the assembled men again. "Thank you, Dark Lord, for the opportunity to further your cause." "Hail Lucifer" "Thank you, Dark Lord, for the pleasure of converting the sacrifice to your cause." "Hail Lucifer" "Acolyte, you may begin the insemination," the Executioner said. "Thank you Sir," Jeff said. His cock was still resting against my hole, hard and dripping precum. "It will be my pleasure." His cockhead was primed and ready, but not yet in me. He pressed, and suddenly, the tip of his dick was inside me. It hurt, but only just a bit. He pressed again and his entire shaft was inside me. It hurt but at the same time, in that second of pain, I suddenly knew more about Jeff than months of casual conversation. I understood his anger at the boyfriend who had betrayed him and infected him. I knew about his shame and fear of being treated as a diseased pariah. I grasped his contentment of finding a community that accepted him. Most of all, I felt his ecstatic pleasure at being inside me. His cock was a hard, raw shaft buried inside of my body. He was dripping his infected pre-cum into me. The pain I felt from his hard cock penetrating my body was nothing. I could not deny Jeff his pleasure, his feeling of raw power over me just for the pain and discomfort he was putting me through. My agony was the very tiniest of offerings I could give to the Dark Lord. Jeff paused a moment with his balls pressed hard against my ass. His cock throbbed, and a bit of pre-cum leaked out. He grabbed my waist. It was more to give him some leverage; I was still secured to the fuck bench. No matter how hard Jeff pounded my ass, I would not be moving. I tensed, ready for his next move. "Oh fuck," he grunted in pleasure. "So tight," he murmured, just loudly enough for me to hear. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, so that just his head was still inside my hole. It was no longer the full length and width of his erection inside of me, but I still wasn't able to relax. "Be still," he murmured. "Open up for me. Open up and let the Dark Lord take over your body." Jeff paused for a moment, and then spoke again, louder this time. "May he?" he asked to the executioner. I looked up at the naked man. He was still this perfect specimen of masculinity, his body nearly all muscle, his chest covered with a light dusting of light brown hair flecked with grey. He nodded ever so slightly. I wondered if I had even seen it or if it was just my eyes playing tricks on me in the flickering candlelight. But, a young man walked out from among the gathered men, directly to me. He was different from the other men. For one, he was younger, maybe only barely twenty years old. It was easy to tell because he was not wearing a mask and his cock was imprisoned in a steel chastity cage. He was wearing sneakers as well; the overall impression was of a young man, still not sure of himself. In his hand, he had a familiar small brown bottle. "You'll want this," he said. He opened the bottle and held it under my nose. "Lucky," he murmured as I sniffed from the poppers. I inhaled deeply, letting the chemical fill my lungs. I held it long enough for the familiar warm waves of happiness to start to wash over my body. My entire body relaxed. Jeff could feel the change, and pressed his shaft back into me. "Let me in," Jeff said, pushing another inch of his hard shaft into my raw hole. This time, it did not hurt as much. There was still the warm, burning sensation in my hole, but the sharp pains had disappeared. Jeff's cock now felt like it belonged inside of me. As the poppers flooded my brain, I wanted more than just a few inches of Jeff's shaft in me. I wanted all of him. I wanted every man in the room to fuck me and fill me with his seed. I had never felt a hunger like this before. I tried to push back against Jeff's cock, but the leather straps held me in place. They were now a cruel joke. I had always known they were there to hold me in place and to keep me from running away from the assembled men. But, instead, they were keeping me from running towards my desires and dreams. "Calm down," Jeff said. "You'll get far more than you'll need." His cock slid the rest of the way into me and his balls slapped against my ass. Even as big as his cock was, it was still not enough for me. I looked around, craving each man's load. "The spirit of the Dark Lord is here," Jeff announced to the gathered men. There was a murmur of approval from the men. "The sacrifice can feel his hunger." I couldn't explain it, but Jeff was right. The hunger was consuming me, and the only way it could be satiated was from these men fucking me. Jeff pulled out, and slammed back into me. If it were not for the Dark Lord's influence, it would have been an excruciating experience. But instead, it felt completely natural and appropriate. As Jeff started to fuck me harder, the assembled men started to respond to the fucking. "Breed him," they said, there words punctuated by another forceful thrust from Jeff. "Convert him," they continued. Jeff's pace was picking up, and I wondered how far he was from cumming. In any other situation, I would have been terrified by what was happening. An HIV-positive man was fucking me raw, and was on the verge of cumming in me. "Infect him," the crowd called out. The poppers were strong; even a few minutes later, I was still flying and was craving more poppers, more cock, and most of all, a load in my raw hole. "Fuck him," the crowd called out. Suddenly, the executioner dropped his axe. The heavy iron head hit the ground with a loud thud; I could feel the vibration travel up the fuck bench and hit me in the chest. The crowd grew silent. The only sounds were Jeff's short, sharp breaths announcing just how close to orgasm he was. "It is time," the executioner said. "Kill him." The command pushed Jeff over the edge. "Take my load," he grunted as his cock slammed into my hole. The first warm jet of spooge of his orgasm simultaneously landed deep inside of me. "Take my dirty cum," he moaned, as another jet shot from his cock into my unprotected hole. As his cum filled my hole, I knew there was truly no going back. I had crossed the Rubicon. The die had been cast. I had taken infected cum. I'm sure I had done it before, in a moment of weakness, when I let a random stranger from the bar fuck me. But this time, it was different. I had known exactly who Jeff was. I had known exactly how dangerous it would be to have sex with him. And far from being scared, all I could think about was the next man who would cum in me. His cock would be thick and hard, dripping infected pre-cum, and I would beg for it. I looked up to see the executioner. He was still standing in front of me and his cock was just as hard as ever. Precum was dripping from the head and down his foreskin. "The execution has begun," he said. "Bring out the spice. Satiate your hungers with our willing sacrifice. And let our Dark Lord feed off your perverted and depraved pleasures." "Hail Lucifer," the assembled crowd of men replied, as they moved forward, into the pentagram that I was the center of. "Hail the Dark Lord."

Jail sex sounds about as appealing as using a power stapler to staple my hand to a wall. I bet most guys who say they fantasize about jail sex are the same ones who get upset if someone they are not attracted to comes on to them. Imagine having someone who truly repulses you come up to you in jail, violently attack you and rape you. You might get a load in your ass, but you'll probably end up with broken bones, missing teeth and bleeding profusely from the ass due to a badly ruptured anus (which takes weeks or months to heal if ever). Being abused physically and mentally...by sociopaths? That's hot? Anybody who truly fantasizes about this has watched a few too many porn movies. This isn't all happening with someone you find hot using your favorite lube and poppers. Far from it.

It was a weekend FULL of loads for me... I was in the city, which is about 40 min from my house - I had plans to be there all weekend with my boyfriend - he was there for work. Friday afternoon, we arrived at our hotel and he still needed to get some things for his conference, and asked me if I'd like to go with him, but I said I was tired and wanted to stay behind. Soon after he left, I cleaned myself out, posted an ad and put my ass in the air for tops. Within about 15 min, I had a top coming into my hotel room to seed my hole. Friday = 1 load Saturday morning, I was on a4a at about 8:30 am, and was talking to a top who was only about 800 feet away. It turns out that he was across the street working in a store at the mall. He told me to get my slutty whore ass over there so he could breed it in the back room. I immediately put on my jock strap, grabbed my lube and poppers and headed over. When he met me at the door, I was shocked and delighted to see that the guy that was about to breed my hole was the boyfriend of a former student. He took me in the back, made me suck his cock fully hard, and then spun me around and wrecked my hole - right there in the store room of the store in the mall. After he bred me, I left and went back to my hotel and posted another ad for more cock. Within about 45 min, I had two black guys with big cocks headed over, a married daddy, a college frat boy, and a kinda hot cubby chubby guy. Sat morning before lunch = 6 loads After taking 6 loads, I was pretty hungry, so I went over to the mall to get a bite to eat. While there, I remembered that there was a cruisey bathroom nearby, so I after I ate, I went in. I stood at the urinal with my basketball shorts kinda loosened so the top of my jock would show and a little bit of skin below the strap. When I was in position, a hot hispanic guy came up to the urinal next to me and was playing with his cock. He saw that I was playing with mine, and motioned for me to suck him, so I did. After he was fully hard, I turned away from him and allowed my shorts to drop even lower - when I did this the words "CUM DUMP" were revealed on my ass. I was pre-lubed and took a big hit of poppers and bent over, and he slid his uncut cock right into my slutty hole. We had just enough time for him to seed my ass, and then when he pulled out, I was able to lick his thick uncut cock clean - it was so hot! After I got loaded in the mall bathroom, I went back to my hotel room, and posted another ad and looked for tops on a4a. I was able to find two more tops that were just getting off of work and needed to shoot a hot load before heading home to the wife and kids. Those two tops came in and used my hungry ass in a quick pump & dump scene, which is my favorite! Sat After lunch = 3 loads Total Sat Loads = 9 Sunday morning, I was back on a4a, and craigslist, looking for more tops. Before lunch, I had to very hot young black guys come breed me, then I had a very hot frat boy use my ass. Sunday morning/afternoon = 3 loads Weekend total = 13 Oh wait, I'm home now and one of my top buds is on his way to breed my cum-strarved ass! Correction = 14 loads!

I had just gotten engaged to my girlfriend of three years and we were on our way to spend the weekend with her father at his place by the lake. It was winter, but the cabin was fully equipped for the season, having a full kitchen, hot tub and fireplace. She had taken me there when we first started dating and I loved the place. My fiancée was a doctor at a local hospital in the city so I followed her in my own car, just in case she was paged and had to leave. We arrived around 6:00 PM and her Dad was already there. We made the usual introduction and he told me I could start calling him Dad since I was almost family. The fiancée and I set our things in the bedroom and did some heavy petting which left my cock hard and dripping. I was always horny and she didn’t help. I was worried my bulge would be noticeable when we went down stairs, and sure enough, I thought I saw her father eyeing my crotch and found myself slightly flattered. I knew he had divorced her mother because he came out and I always liked attention. Well, everything was going great: Dad had brought a nice salmon and we had a great salad, but sadly half-way through the dinner my fiancée got a page and had to head to the hospital. One of her transplant clients received the go ahead and she had to go back. Telling me not to waste the weekend, she suggested I take the time to get to know my future father in law. Dad smiled, gave his daughter a quick kiss, and she ran out the door. We sat back down and finished dinner and then he passed me a scotch neat and a cigar. It was great. The country, the cigar, the scotch. I could only think of one thing that would make it better, but the prospects of a blow job had run out the door a couple of hours ago. “I know, let’s take these out to the hot tub,” Dad suggested as he set his cigar in the ash tray and his drink on the coffee table, stripping right there in the living room. I never really look at guys in the locker room but he was very impressive: a thick pelt of grey fur covered some impressive pecs and a flat stomach, below which hung an very impressive seven inch uncut cock. Feeling slightly self conscious, I blushed a bit and looked away. “Hehehe no reason to be shy, Son. It's just the two of us now and there are no neighbors for miles around. Come on. Let's enjoy the great outdoors like God intended and soak in the tub. Grab the bottle and two more cigars and meet me out there once you're ready." As he turned away I noticed a small scorpion tattoo on his back thigh. I was a bit surprised as my sense was few of his generation had tattoos, but I still I liked it on him. In any event, following his orders, I sheepishly striped down. My body was much less furry than his, and my cock measured in at six inches, so it occurred to me I could be his son. Grabbing the Glenfiddich and two more cigar I timidly walked across the room and stepped outdoors. My cock shrank even smaller in the cold air, even as I pranced and jogged to the tub. Hoping in, I yelped a bit at the temperature change. My footing went a bit and I half sat on Dad as I landed my seat. “Easy Son, don’t spill the liquor or ruin those cigars, hehehe.” We continued chat and drinking for a bit. The scotch relaxed me, and the cigars were excellent. My thoughts must have wandered a bit to where my fiancée and I had left off, 'cause I found myself getting hard under the bubbles made by the water. In an effort to relax, I stretched my legs out a bit and hit the legs of my soon-to-be father in law. “Sorry.” “Not a problem. I'll even give ya a bit of a massage.” Before I could say anything his hand started working my foot and a sigh escaped my lips. His big hands worked the soles of my feet, and I felt everything relax body, as pleasant, but the most odd sensations traveling up my legs. Dad's attentions were, most oddly, not doing anything to help my erection. Dad put one foot down, and positioning himself between my legs, took-up my other leg, so my legs were now spread and my body half floating in the water as he did magic on my feet. He clearly knew what he was doing, and for the first time I understood why women love foot massages. It was amazing. His hands started massaging up my legs, first working up my calves and then up further, massaging the tops of my thighs, digging deep into the muscles. His thumbs grazed my balls and my eyes shot open. I tried to sit up but all I did was lock my legs around his back, which caused the two of us to slide up against each other. I stared into his eyes and felt my cock throb against his furry body. The water bobbed me slowly up and down, and I could feel his hard cock just touching between my ass. His hands moved around behind my back and I was mesmerized, staring into his eyes as he pulled me forward and kissed me. Instinctively I kissed back, pulling him against me, chest to chest, moaning with pleasure. I had never felt a man before and it was amazing. His rough hands grabbed my ass and started teasing my hole. The calloused fingers pushing into me and scraping me, working my virgin hole open. I knew what he wanted, and just as I got accustomed to his fingers, he pulled me hard down on his cock. My scream echoed out into the night for a split second before his mouth was covering mine, eating my pain as he ignited my passion. His thrusts started slowly and I whimpered with each tug and pull as he forced his monster into my ass. Soon it hurt less and less, and within less than a minute or so the pain turned into pleasure. Instinctively I found myself working with him, meeting each of his thrusts and sliding back as he withdrew. My cock was rock hard as the water was splashed around. The he pulled off me for a moment and looked again into my eyes. His cock stopped moving in my ass and he just held me there. I could feel his heart beat through his cock . “You want to breed you Son? You want my dirty Daddy seed in you?” “Yes, please whatever you want just keep fucking me.” “Did my daughter ever tell you the reason why her mother really left?” “Well, I figure it was because of what we are doing right now,” I chuckled "Well, yes,” he replied, smiling, "but also because I'm poz, and with my raw cock in your ass, if I shoot in you you’re most likely going to be knocked up. Made into my poz son and carry the same virus. Is that what you want?" I had no words. Here I was a virgin to gay sex let alone poz gay sex. The only thought in my head was I did not want him to stop. As an answer to his question I began rocking back and forth on his cock. “Oh thank you Son that feel so good. It has been so long. Plus I already shot in you once so it was kind of a moot point. Here some the second load son. Be my boy forever” This time I felt it: a deep throbbing as his cock grew bigger and bigger, pulsing in my hole. His cum felt like a tongue deep in my ass licking the walls and making them wet. Just after he shot, his hand grabbed my dick and pumped me furiously. My last neg load shot over my head. As I came down from my orgasm, my hole sore and throbbing, his cock still buried in my ass. Catching my breath, I looked into his eyes and said one word: "More."

Last night at cum Union. They were a couple, met the scruffy blond and got him in the sling. As I'm pounding his hole, his boyfriend came up behind me and they started talking. I reached down and got my finger in BF's cummy hole, I wanted to fuck him too. I pulled out of the blond and told the BF to bend over and make out with his partner. I fucked a load into him while they made out. Later after I recovered I saw a friend fucking a cum slut I knew. My friend pulled out and had me fuck the slut and breed him so he could use my cum as lube. Great night

Just now, a regular buddy text said he'd be over in about an hour. When he was 5 minutes away he text, "dim lights, leave your lubed ass up facing the unlocked door". I said yessir! I got into position over the arm of my sofa ass out, my head down. He's not hung, 5 1/2", but blows massive loads, can go for awhile and you can tell he's really into it. He didn't say a word, i just heard the door open and shut, undo his belt buckle and unzip. Felt his hands playing with my asshole, slap me a few times, then just slid straight in and started pounding for about 15 minutes, grabbed me by the hair on the back of my head pulling me harder onto his dick. I could feel he was fucking me with his dick through his boxers' piss slit and can feel the fabric when he slams into me--hot! I could hear his breathing get heavier, then slammed balls deep pumping out another big load. He always leaves it inside me as my ass muscles milk all his cum. He's still holding my hair, turns my head to the side dick still inside me, and slaps my face a few times saying, "stay like this and keep my jizz inthat pussy bitch", then goes into the bathroom to wash off. He comes out, zips up fastens his buckle, slaps my face again a little harder and calls me a good fucking bitch hole only worth holding his cum all night, then leaves. I'm sleeping with his cum inside all night.

My boyfriend and I scored an invite to this huge New Year’s Eve bash thrown by a gay couple in their late-forties/early-fifties. They had lots of money and used it to get beautiful, athletic college men to come over and get unbelievably drunk and high—guests at these parties are almost always in a fraternity and/or play a varsity sport. We thought we might get invited at some point—he’s in a fraternity and I made varsity swim team my first year—but guys typically did not start getting invited until their junior or senior year. So we were quite surprised when one of his fraternity brothers handed us both invites; we were just as surprised to learn that he was going with his roommate. They were both seniors and unbelievably hot. He was an all-american jock-type—captain of the lacrosse team, honor roll, that type; his roommate was on the wrestling team and had that perfect ass wrestlers get, which he loved to show off at any opportunity. “Congrats, boys. Now you get to play with the men—though I wonder if it might be the other way around.” He grabbed my ass as he said the last part, and gave me a wink as he walked away. The night of the party, we rode in the lacrosse stud’s SUV through the foothills outside Boulder. When we finally reached the house, it did not disappoint. It was this amazing glass structure with views of the front range from almost every room. And the party was unbelievable. Several hundred of the most beautiful college-aged men I’d ever seen were wandering through the house in various states of undress. We were offered drinks—and pills and lines—as soon as we walked in the door. I’ve always been a bit wary of any drug other than alcohol, so I was only drinking. But my bf and his frat brothers were happy to take anything that sounded fun. We lost his frat brothers for a while but eventually found them kissing by the pool wearing nothing but speedos. At first they were just casually making out but it quickly became very intense—and hot—with the roommate blowing the lacrosse team captain for a good fifteen minutes before stopping to say, “Take me home and fuck me, baby.” “How can I deny such a fucking stud?” the lacrosse captain said as he pushed his roommate—though it was probably more accurate to say his boyfriend or at least live-in fuck buddy—back down on his hard cock. He asked if were ready to leave, but it was only half past midnight and we wanted to stay bit longer. “I totally understand guys; let me find the hosts so we can figure this out.” He pulled out of his bud’s mouth and tried to stuff his very big dick into what was now a too small pair of speedos. He was back pretty quickly with the older of the hosts—a muscle-daddy type in his early fifties with dark hair just starting to turn gray and piercing blue eyes. “So you two don’t want to leave? I don’t blame you. I’m not sure anyone else is heading in your direction, but there’s an extra bedroom you can use.” As soon as we agreed to stay in the spare room, the two studs left to go back to the frat. “Apparently, they really wanted to fuck.” I said to the host. To which he responded, “Do you blame them?” which made us both laugh. Something my bf had taken was clearly kicking in—he was having trouble focusing and sweat was just pouring out of him. “Let’s find that room for you—I think he’s going to need somewhere to pass out before too long.” The host and I made small talk as we wandered through the party—he was incredibly charming and a bit flirtatious. He kept dropping hints that he would be happy to fill in for my boyfriend tonight since by this point we had to prop him up. The bedroom that he thought we could use already had guests in it—about a dozen guys watching as three boys were being fucked side by side at the end of the bed. When one of the tops shot their load another guy in the room would immediately take his place. “Looks like this room won’t work, but I can’t say that I’m sorry. This is one of the hottest scenes we’ve had at these parties—it would be wrong to stop it.” We stood in the doorway for a minute or so watching. The host was transfixed by the boy getting fucked in the center, who looked very young—almost too young. And he was getting fucked harder than the other two boys by a bigger dick—all the while begging for more. “How can he be asking for more and harder?” I asked quite incredulously. The host turned from the doorway stating simply, “Because he’s unfathomably high on t and g right now.” “That was our only unoccupied guest bedroom. We could see if anyone was willing to drive you down to Boulder, though I don’t think anyone that is still here would be sober enough to drive for some time. It might be possible to call a cab, but probably not on New Year’s Eve. Hmm… Well, we do have a couple of twin beds in our master bedroom that are not being used at the moment, though you may find it strange to sleep in them.” I must have had a very confused look on my face because he quickly explained they were for their two houseboys to store their clothing and supplies as well as to use as a place to sleep when for whatever reason they did not sleep in the big bed with the two of them. The host led us to a very nondescript door that turned out to be an elevator that would only activate with a 10 digit code. When the elevator doors opened we stepped into a very large, open space that almost had a warehouse feel to it. Except that instead of concrete walls it was all glass—somehow making it feel like the space was floating and that we were completely exposed to the world around us. The only actual walls on the entire floor were in the center near where the elevator opened up. As we walked around the space, it became clear that it had been designed for them as a space to live and work while also serving as one big sex playroom. We stopped by a fully stocked bar so he could get us drinks—but the whole area around the bar looked and felt like a sleazy leather bar. There was an area with slings and another with a couch facing a huge tv screen. Their bed was along one of the walls and was enormous—you could have easily fit six people in it. Somehow on each side of the elaborate bed frame there was a semi-private alcove with a twin mattress and shelves filled with clothing and supplies for fucking and playing—lubes, gear, underwear, clothing, dildos, and many things that I could not even imagine how one would be able to use during sex. “Ah, I told you it might be strange. Some of the more unusual toys and gears are on the other side, so let’s take your boyfriend there to sleep off whatever he took. And my husband loves frat boys so a naked one passed out in his bed is a nice way to start off the year.” He gave me a quick wink and threw my boyfriend over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, which kind of turned me on. I followed him to the other side where the shelves were covered in leather and rubber gear, ropes and other restraints, and a bunch of other very specific looking equipment. “A lot of this is for piss play,” the host mentioned with an odd smile as he quickly stripped everything off my boyfriend and laid him ass up on the small bed in the space. “Very hot ass—you have excellent taste, boy.” I was a bit startled—but also turned on—when he called me “boy,” but I didn’t have much time to think about it before he was leading me back to other side of the bed. I was starting to feel really tired and had to fight to keep my eyes open. “I think I’m ready to get some sleep, if that’s okay.” I said before drifting off. When I woke up a few hours later, it was to the feeling of being fucked slowly and deeply by a very thick cock—stretching my hole to its limits. I had no idea who was fucking me and didn’t really remember where I was, so I started to look around a bit to see if I recognized anything. “Ah, my hot little boy is finally awake. Daddy’s been waiting for you—I think I gave you a bit too much g. You’ve been out for a few hours, but I couldn’t resist your ass.” It all came rushing back to me—the New Year’s Party at the two older guys house. Somehow I ended up in bed with one of them—but where was my boyfriend? I realized I could see everything because of mirrors on the ceiling and in the headboard, so I finally saw that it was the same muscle daddy from earlier who was fucking me now. I could see his partner having some fun on the other side of the bed, but wasn’t able to really concentrate on him or anything else because my ass was suddenly being pounded much harder and faster. It was starting to be too much when he went back to his long, slow strokes and whispered in my ear, “You have an amazing ass, boy—one that daddy needs to spend some time getting to know. I loved sliding inside you while you were passed out. I can’t wait to do it again and again and again.” He started to really pound me as he talked about knocking me out and fucking me over and over, causing me to start moaning and panting. And then he stopped just as abruptly as he started and pulled completely out of me. “I think it’s time we got you really fucked up, boy…”

I've only recently started posting after lurking for a few months. I identify as straight and was turned on to gay forums by a gay friend of mine after being concerned that the STD/HIV information that I was being given was outdated. I had heard the basic "line" from the time I was 15 until I was 27 or so. I just couldn't accept that there had been no progression. He explained that the gay community is very up to date on the most progressive approaches to STD/HIV. After lurking for a while I can agree. While I identify as straight I do have enough self awareness to recognize that I am here and I also prefer BB. I also have a seldom desire for very passable TS's of which I prefer to top and bottom with bareback. Most of those occurrences have been protected even though the TS's were ok with BB. I chose to not use a condom because I was not happy with the answers I received when asking of status. In a lot situations I frequently get responses like "i"m clean" and "I'm healthy" which are very ambiguous to me. I think "clean" generally expresses that the person at least believes they are neg, but "I'm clean and tested neg as of a date is much more trustworthy. To me the response of "I'm healthy" sounds like someone who is poz. UD and relatively healthy. That may not be a concern but It is still a lie though. In my area TS's have been known to run Scams/Setups leading to violent robberies. Being understandable of this I am always aware that someone may be working a scam. SO regardless of how you want to conduct your sex life there is some hesitation when meeting with TS'. When I point out the dodgy nature of their responses to the statues question, most stop talking to me. More concerning is that some of these potential partners, who agree to BB very seldom ask for status even though I have asked theirs. With that in mind I altered my approach a bit if BB sex is being discussed with a potential partner . I always state the truth that I am neg and tested often. I even supplement with OraQuick tests All very true. I also explain i that I am straight, much lower risk than a lot people. and rarely do the TS thing. I've also pointed out that I have a solid understanding of disease transmission and could be ok with a poz person if they were UD and very up front an honest about it. Even with this expressed most people have been very dodgy. I understand that coming out as poz to someone is a big risk socially but lying and infecting someone could have more life altering legal impact. To put it in perspective I took the same approach with someone who only agreed to oral. This person was also dodgy on the status question but eventually owned up to being poz and UD, and that that it was likely for or her to transmit. I'll be honest that while I did have a good grasp of what UD meant I was still not ready to BB with someone who was poz. We did meet for drink and had a great time discussing politics, but nothing sexual. A few month later she asked how I was doing and we met up again. This time we fooled around 2very safely. The one and only TS I did bb with was because she was very up front and answered the status questions very honestly. "I am neg as of (date) but have bb'd with 2 others since the test" She explained that were both married guys and that they all took oraquick tests prior to any actions, She took a test one with each guy and was neg each time. We continued to talk and eventually discussed our reasoning for wanting to bareback. She explained that she did escort sometimes to pay the bills. I am not naive and understand that TS's have limited opportunities. She explained that clients were always protected but that she also desired real and raw sex with people she desired, It ultimately gave her balance. We were/are also both very hung and have issues with condoms from time time. She also agreed to bring an OraQuick test for us both when we met. They turned out ok and we had a great time. Sorry for the length my but dealings and my preference for bareback make me consider prep.

A fling out of time It was a casual Sunday morning and I was bored. For some reason I had gotten up early, had already hit the gym and had had breakfast. And it was still only 9:00 AM. So I decided to take a stroll on the parkway close to my house. As I walked along I passed several people walking their dogs and a few just taking a stroll like me. In the two years I had lived at my current place I had never explored the area around the parkway, although every so often I had noticed some very hot guys casually heading down either the paved path or the gravel path. I had come out in my late teens and started hanging out with several other gay teens, sometimes frequenting the local bars once I was 18, although I couldn’t go into many of them except on 18 and over nights where I would be branded with a red x on the back of my hand, I could converse with those gentlemen coming and going to the establishments. I was not virgin to having sex with older guys many up to 15-20 years my senior as I grew older and was allowed to enter and partake of the libations served within. So at 23 I suspected what the guys might be doing off the paved path, I was intrigued by what the dirt paths might be hiding, so after observing the area for about a half hour I noticed more guys used certain paths more than others. I finally gathered the courage to explore and headed towards a path that seemed to be popular. Looking around I didn't see anyone paying attention to me, so I slipped through the brush at its entrance and soon found myself in a whole new world. It was a world of nature and within the first fifty yards the noise and bustle that was ever present on the parkway's paved path disappeared and the sounds and smells of nature permeated the surroundings. I followed the path for another hundred yards and thought maybe the guys were just trying to get away and relax when I noticed movement to my left. I stopped and watched as a head poked up through the brush under a tree. It was a blonde guy, perhaps a couple of years senior to me. His eyes were closed, and appeared to be in the throes of pleasure. Stepping closer, I apparently made a slight sound because he opened his eyes and, having registered me, smiled at me. Then I saw the young man on his knees in front of the blond guy. The young man's head bobbed up and down on the blonde's erect phallus. The blonde began shaking as he climaxed into the kid's mouth. As the boy pulled off I recognized him as one of the courtesy clerks at my local market, just turned 18 5’7’and a skinny 135 pounds but with the beginnings of toned muscle starting to show from carrying groceries out for customers of the market. He had close cropped red hair and just smiled at me as he licked cum off his lips, I think he recognized me as well. The blonde being satisfied by the twink zipped up and walked towards me slipping me a business card to me as he passed and groped my hard on in my jogging shorts “He’s going to enjoy this one, give me a call sometime” I looked at the card he passed me, it had his name and number on it along with a phrase at the bottom “Versatile Top, Massages, Video productions, Party planner, Guaranteed conversions” I looked at the boy in front of me, sitting back on his haunches ass against his heels looking at me with puppy dog eyes beckoning me to come closer, I stepped up to him as he placed his fist on either side of my bulge and caressed my member with the back of his hands through the flimsy nylon material, making a wet spot appear on the front of my shorts. He began sucking my cock through the shorts, before pulling my tool out and swallowing it deep into his throat, gagging as it hit the back of his throat and entered his windpipe. I was getting close , feeling my balls pull up I was about to cum as he pulled down on my scrotum and pulled off my cock, stood quickly and turned around and impaled himself on my engorged tool, riding me till I blew 6 or 7 blast of my semen up his raw unprotected hole, a first for me as I always fucked with a condom until then. It felt incredible as his hole milked every drop from my phallus. He pulled off and turned back around sucking my cock clean, then pulled up his pants and quickly left stating ”Darn I’m going to be late for work, but thanks for your gift sir, I’ll be holding it in all day thinking about you” He dashed off and I stood there alone with my shorts around my ankles almost in shock coming down off my orgasmic high.

***This is fiction*** (or a plan for a brutal future if needed) We all have plans and dreams for the future. A future bright with the possibility of success. However, what if that future or any other future for that matter were to disappear? What if those possibilities were replaced with certain death? Not a peaceful or glorious death, but an ignoble wasted death preceded by life as a lab-rat for the doctors? I am now in this situation. The prognosis from 3 different oncologist is the same; 5-8 months tops. A full year if they combine full-head radiotherapy, massive chemotherapy, and attempt to surgically remove the majority of the mass from my brain. The surgery alone has a high motality rate and will likely leave me in a vegetative state. I say FUCK THAT! I have lived well and I intend to die well. I intend to go out doing things I always wanted to do but was too invested in life to pursue. My extended family will be fine, my accounts and Trust is in order. Everyone else can go hang... Here is what I want for myself: I want to disassemble myself before the inoperable (glioblastoma multiforma) cancer does it for me. I want to descend into the dark, dungeons of a large city, and never reappear. I want to only see sunlight through windows too small to climb through or too high to reach. -not that I would. I want to become a Legendary, Twisted, SlamPig-bottom that will be remembered for the extremes I went to. I want to engage in activities that while fun, pleasurable, painful, tortuous and degrading, willl ultimately lead to my death... if death were not already assured. I want to become a permanent fixture in the dungeons of the most demented, perverted, and violent of Tops. I want to submit utterly and permanently To lose my name and identity To lose my self To lose all sense of time and not care because it truly won't matter. There is no time in the dark To be just a curiosity in the corner, a breathing piece of fuck-furniture to be passed around and used continually until useless. To be maintained, cleaned, and fed/watered enough to ensure my body temperature stays warm enough to fuck. To be so brutally fucked, fisted, stretched and modified, that I cannot remember a time that a cock was not inside me. To feel that 'emptiness" is an unnatural state. To gratefully accept all acts against me because it no longer matters. To be worn away thinner and thinner, until ultimately no longer wanted in the dungeon. They have standards after all. To finally be wrapped in a blanket or tarp, told "thank you", patted on the head, driven to a city in another state, and left somewhere to be found and made some hospice's problem for miniscule time that remains. I doubt I would even warm the sheets. I choose this because it is a choice I can still make. And because it will be fucking fun. And because how I live and how I die is ultimately my decision (if only my last one). All I ask for is Everything. Everything I have read about in the most perverse of blogs and stories, everything I have watched in the most illicit of videos, everything I was promised by various twisted people who asked me to come away with them in their van when I was a teen. EVERYTHING. There are acts and activities that have never been performed because there wasn't a pig depraved or uncaring enough to undergo them. With a little time, care, and destruction, I can be that pig. Wamest Regards, ~B.M~

This happened a few weeks ago. I was doing all that I could to get my hole loaded, but timing just didn't add up, but on one Sunday afternoon, having just awakened from a nap, my boyhole took over the brain and next thing I knew, I grabbed my travel bottle of lube and poppers and I was in my car, en route to an old ABS located a few miles north of my place. The last time I had been there it had been just okay, but that had been months earlier. Who knows? Maybe this time would be different. Pulling into the parking lot I saw a lot of cars. My hole puckered in excitement. Paying the fee, I walked around to get the feel of the place. To my surprise, there didn't seem to be a lot of guys, but still there was some potential dick, so I went to see what I could get into. 1st Nut. I entered a booth with a GH on both sides. I heard the door to the next booth open and close. A dick slid through the hole. I was on my knees in no time, taking his dick down my throat. As his hips bucked against the wall separating the two of us, he came in less than three minutes. It was a nice, tasty load. I left the booth, walked around, watched a dude jerk off, and even let a few guys feel me up, but no one was brave enough to take it further. 2nd Nut. I saw a guy coming out a booth, and the door closed and locked again. I enter the adjoining booth and peeked through the hole, only to see a thick guy in there, pants still down around his ankles. He had a nice, fat dick. Don't know what just happened, but he saw me, and slid his fat dick through the hole. I sucked his fat dick like a starving child and it kept getting bigger and bigger. Like the guy I had blown a few minutes earlier, this guy also came after three minutes of my tongue efforts, giving me a nice, sweet load. 3rd Nut. The second guy had no sooner blown his load then he pulled-up his pants and left, so I followed suit, entering a buddy booth, where I dropped my pants down below my ass cheeks and waited. Four minutes later I felt a finger seeking-out my lubed hole. When the finger slid, the guy pushed me into the booth and locked the door. I never actually turned around, but I heard him open a bottle of lube and apply it to his dick, so I bent over, hit my poppers, and enjoyed the sensation as (at last!) a raw dick slid into my hole. The entire rear section of the building could hear the man fucking my hole, furiously and intensely. Involuntarily I groaned loudly in in pleasure. When he came, he made sure all knew he was blowing his load, as he grunted loudly "Take my load in your sweet hole!" When he caught his breath he pulled-out, pulled his pants up, turned-around and left, leaving me to my own devices. 4th Nut. I left that booth and headed to another booth which featured a a GH on opposing walls. This time I didn't close the door, but stood there, my pants down below my ass cheeks. I heard someone behind me, apparently just enjoying the view. Then I heard the door to the next booth open and close, and sure enough, a dick appeared in the GH. Down on my knees I went, leaving the door open. I could sense the guy outside watching as I worked on the dick, which turned-out to be long and solid. I had to work diligently on this guy, and it took at least ten minutes before he unleashed a massive load of cum which went right down my throat. 5th Nut. While still savoring that nice load, I left the booth and immediately saw a nice looking middle eastern man, which is a main weakness for me. He entered a booth and I followed into the adjoining booth. A rock hard, darkly complected cock slid through the hole, so I went to work, getting him nice and wet. Now, the hole in this booth was a lot bigger then most, and when I stood and presented my ass to him, he knew what I was looking for. He dropped his pants to his ankles, and allowed me to position myself so his fat dick slid up my cummy hole. The guy fucked me through the GH for a few minutes, then pulled out and told me to come into his booth so he could really fuck my pussy (again, his words). I don't bother pulling up my pants, but left my booth, waddled into his booth. He closed and locked the door, grabbed my head and tongue-kissed me, nice and sloppy. When we paused, I asked "Please, cum in me," as I turned-around and bent over. For an entire five minutes, the man fucked my hole, nice and hard, making sure to bang my head against the wall, so everyone in the room knew he was up in my ass. I could see eyes watching us through the GH.. When he came, he slammed deep in my hole, had me pinned in the corner nad unleashed a valley of cum. I blew at least six strong blasts of cum myself. In thanks, when he pulled-out I went on my knees and licked his cock clean. When I was done he murmured 'thanks' and kicked me out. At this point the ABS was very quiet, so I dressed myself as best I could, and with my hole now thoroughly cummy, I exited, stage right.

Hot story....

You seem so worried, and stressed out that you might consider prep, Sex is of course meant to be very powerful, that's why the human race is still around. I think that there's a good chance that you will make a "mistake" in the future, not because you are a bad person or lack self discipline, but because on how powerful sex is. Being so stressed out isn't good for you, and if for some reason you do become poz, it is far from being that bad of a thing. Because I can't take one of the drugs in prep, I would just get pozzed up if I wasn't already poz

Its a split between that feeling of when his raw hard cock first slides inside and when he cums on my hole then fucking it inside

Brit Boy, you are right. The stories or under fiction, so it should be clear to everyone what they are. Otherwise they would be somewhere else. I love most of the stories and I read them to get off. The writer is putting his fantasy in words and that is all I care about. Whether it is your first or 8591 story, no one is judging you here. There is no pulitzer to be won and I personally don't use the rating system because demotivating anyone is unhelpful here.

As a top, I hate when a bottom tries to involve his cock during sex. A chastity cage removes any urge to touch himself and is a nice visual reminder that bottoms are just holes.

Take a DEEP BREATH ! Now, first off your symptoms are a little early for sero-conversion. But more importantly, worrying yourself sick is doing nothing for you. It's done, whatever the outcome you will deal with it and LEARN from it.

as long as I get fucked............lol

Sometimes you just want to get a load without any fuss or bother. Last night went to a nearby ABS. A dirty place where you can always get at least one load quickly.The minute I walked into the area with the booths I caught the eye of a guy, probably mid-20s, stroking a long hard uncut dick. Of course, I took his look as his invitation to feast on that cock. I started out by licking out some of that tasty pre cum oozing out of his piss slit. At that point I thought my reward would be a hot load shot down my throat. He then lifted me up off of his hard leaking dick and said: "I want to breed that hole of yours. " How could I refuse that offer? My pants down and some needed lube in my hole and on the ever harder dick that was going to dump its load in me, he aggressively shoved his cock in my hungry hole. After a few minutes of being plowed we had attracted a small admiring audience which always just makes me hornier. Why not take advantage of the huge dick now being pushed down my throat too? I could hear and feel my fucker get closer and my throat fucker groaning on the brink of feeding me a load. Having been in this position before rarely do you get a simultaneous filling! That is exactly what I got...as my mouth filled with a huge hot load the hard dick in my pig hole unloaded a pulsing load of cum. The definition of pig heaven as far as I am concerned. As both of my holes swallowed their rewards in true pig fashion my eyes started looking around the room for my next load.

I gave my last load to a cum slut off of A4A. He was hosting in a motel not far from me and taking all the loads he could. I got there and he's already quite loose with many loads in him, didn't take long for me to finger/fist him then to get my dick inside. Didn't last long. I added my load to the many and left the slut. Felt very good to nut in an anon bottom.

Not the nicest bottom, but fuck me that top is pretty damn hot!

Im a top who LOVES ass. Can eat it for hours.

Wednesday night, I visited a poz bud who had stopped taking his meds. He had a nice toxic load for my neg ass and was eager to give it to me. He knew what I wanted. I made sure my hole was nice and raw first thanks to a cheap drugstore toothbrush. Kept his load in me until the next day!

Took 3 loads from 3 guys over the past 6 days or so. On Friday, one of my regulars stopped by on his way to a night of bar-hopping. Beautiful 8-incher on him. He loves to make me suck his cock hard for about 30 seconds, then puts me on my back, lubes up and shoots within about 5 minutes and gets on his way. On Monday, met up with a really cute 22-year-old guy I'd been chatting with on Grindr for months. He mentions he's negative and recently tested, never asked me about my status. Comes over and after a lot of foreplay, he jumps on my dick and rides for a while but says he wants to flip. So he pins me on my back, lifts my legs and slides in raw. After about 10 minutes (he felt perfect, btw, and I told him that) he says "Holy shit, I'm cumming," and lays what he said is a 2-week load deep in me. Last night I was wide awake at 2 a.m. and chatted up a guy on Grindr who lives about 10 minutes away. We'd met up once before several months ago, and he insisted on playing safe back then. But he's a 20-something hottie with an amazing dick, so I go to his place and I can tell this time is different because first, he starts passionately making out (which he didn't last time) and begs me to rim him (which he says he rarely does). After I get him squirming and both of us are floating on poppers, he gets on top of me, grabs the lube off the nightstand and asks if I'm ready for him. Of course I said yes. Honestly, if it wasn't for the poppers, I'm not sure I could've handled him -- his dick was incredibly thick with a good length, and we still had to ease in and go slow at first. It didn't take him long to build up his speed (he mentioned that I was handling his cock like a champ, and that he was impressed). I could tell he was about to cum, and he asked where I wanted it. I grabbed his cute ass and pulled his cock in deeper, and that was all it took to make him shoot.

I love giving young boy pussy a LONG, deep, wet tongue fucking until his hole his opened up and begging for cock.

For those awaiting Austin Part 2 which I promised for last week, I must apologize but it will be delayed. Within the last week, my previous story Graduation Night was moved off this forum into the Bi-Sexual/Straight Forum. It had been on this Forum since originally posted in March 2015. Apparently it was moved because of a complaint of the very brief mention of man/woman sex near the end of Part 1. As a result I am having to rewrite Austin Part 2, because there was a brief mention of man/woman sex in it as well. Both stories are focused with over 95 percent of the content dealing with gay man on man sex. I hope whoever moved Graduation Night will re-read the story in it's entirety and reconsider their decision. The brief mention of straight sex is only intended to enhance the intense and erotic nature of the man on man sex happening at the same time. Meanwhile, I will attempt to rewrite Austin Part 2.

I will be in LA area from oct 16th to 19th. best places tho whore around (bb of corse)? sauna clubs whatever. thx for your help

Both pics are fucking hot, tallslenderguy! I have a couple of cages similar to yours myself. Don't wear them much anymore but...

once i got a little less aroused, i got a smaller cage on

Note: Here is part 12.... note that this is the second "chapter" posted today so scroll up and read the short interlude "Plans Over Coffee" (AKA: Part 11) above if you missed it. Not essential but helps set the scene for the below. Just two more chapters are this one. And away we go! Part 12: Surrender Michael: Michael wrapped his towel around his waist and strolled out into the bathhouse. Seb was waiting for him somewhere in the building. He wished they were back in his hotel room. But Seb had wanted this so they were here. He was so tired. He hadn’t slept well yet again last night. His dreams were… strange. The idea of getting fucked had never appealed to him. Never. So why was he dreaming about it now? The bathhouse was busy but no one really looked at him. He was almost used to it now. He wandered among the cubicles. No sign of Seb. The dark room? Nothing. Had the other man not yet arrived? The next room was fairly large with an open area taking up must of the space. Along the edges a raised platform, just a couple steps up… just high enough for a guy to stand there and have his cock be more or less mouth height for someone on the main floor. The wood railing allowed the guy getting his dick sucked to stand without falling on top of the poor cocksucker. Seb stood in the middle of the main floor. Michael paused for a moment — as if unsure whether to join the cocksuckers or move onto the platform around the edges of the room. He cursed himself. What was he thinking? He was a top. He didn’t suck cock. What happened with David was just a fluke. He made eye contact with Seb then stepped onto the platform and walked around to stand over him. Michael was already hard. Seb looked up at him with a smile. Then his hand was on Michael’s thigh and sliding up under his towel. The hand on his thigh pulled him tight against the railing. Seb’s lips teased his cock through the towel for a moment before pulling it free and sliding into his mouth. His wet, warm, wonderful mouth. Men were moving around the raised platform, moving slowly, looking for a willing mouth to fill. There was plenty of room though so Michael didn’t even have to move to let them move by. Other men milled around, so close. Hovering. It took a moment but Michael realised they were watching. They were looking at his face, his body, his cock. Lust and jealousy in their eyes. They wanted what Seb was getting. For the first time in months, he was the centre of attention. And it was intoxicating. It felt almost like old times. It didn’t matter that these guys weren’t up to his old standards. They wanted him. He felt like a star as they licked their lips and tried to make eye contact. But Seb’s mouth, his throat, were too good to pull out of. Let the other men look. It only excited him more. Seb’s hands were on his butt, pulling him deeper into the willing throat. And Michael obliged as those hands kneaded his ass like bread dough. Pulling the towel up and away to get better access to Michael’s asscheeks. Damn that felt good. So good. His whole body was tingling. His body was sweating but his mind felt relaxed, almost like he was dreaming but he knew he was awake. No dream had ever felt so good. Like laying naked in the warm summer sun as a gentle breeze danced across your body. Awake but totally lost in the perfect calmness. Then there was someone behind him. Fingers touching his back, sliding down to his butt. Michael tensed, started to turn around to push the other man away… but then Seb did something in his throat that sent whole new waves of pleasure through him. He sagged slightly into the railing. ‘Relax. It’s ok. Don’t fight it.’ It was Seb’s voice, but that was impossible. Seb’s mouth was full of his dick. And felt the man behind him move closer. Felt someone’s chest on his back, a hard cock touch his ass. He could smell faint smell of fresh perspiration, the kind a guy gets when he is sexually excited. ‘Can you smell that? The masculinity. The smell of desire. Of Sex. Seb’s voice again, echoing as if he were only hearing it in his mind. The man behind him reached around Michael’s chest. Fingers playing at his nipples. Sending shivers up and down his spine. The man’s masculine aroma surrounded him now. And it was strangely alluring. Intoxicating. Only adding to the dreaminess of the moment. ‘Aren’t you curious? Don’t you wonder how it feels? Have you never wondered?’ The voice in his mind was so rhythmic. So calm. The dreams. The recent dreams where he was getting fucked. Yes. He must have wondered. He could remember being turned off by the thought. But that felt so far away now. Some part of him must be — must always have been — curious. Right? The man behind him kissed across his shoulder blades. Fingers slipped into his ass crack spreading a warm gel around his hole. Circling. Circling. Moving inward. Ever so slightly. ‘You are a stranger in town. No one knows you here. No one will ever know that you let this happen. There will never be a better time to see what it feels like.’ Yes. This was the perfect time to try. To see how he had been making other men feel all these years. The finger sliding around his hole. Touched the centre. Gentle but firm. Pressure. This body barely resisting. Sliding inside him. Coating his insides with that warm gel. A second finger stretching his tight ring. A hand on his back guided him to bend forward, to lean over the railing, to allow his ass to rise. Seb’s hand’s, still reaching around, spreading his ass cheeks. Cool air caressing his puckered hole. He felt confused for a moment. He had always been curious. Right? He had always wondered how a bottom feels when he gets penetrated. Hadn’t he? Hadn’t he always wanted this? Surely he had never been turned off by the thought? Something touched him. Something big and hard. Touching that spot. Pushing. But wait… he was a top. This wasn’t right. His body tensed, started to raise up. He didn’t get… ‘Relax.’ That voice in his mind again. He wanted to question it, to question why it was Seb’s voice, but it was so hard to concentrate. ‘You feel so good right now. Relax. Let him take you. You want it.’ Yes. He wanted this. Just this once to see how it felt. He thought about asking the stranger to put on a condom, but the thought slipped away. Forgotten. He leaned forward again over the railing. “I…I’ve never been fucked before.” The pressure on his sphincter increased. Pushing. Demanding. And Michael Christian pushed back into it. Into the cock at his hole. Into the fuck. The head pushed partway inside him and pain exploded. Everywhere. As if something were ripping him open. He howled. His body screamed at him to make it stop. But he wanted it. Oh fuck. Despite the pain, he wanted it. And the hands held him steady. Seb’s hands. This other man’s hands. Michael turned around, suddenly wanting to see who was taking his virginity. The man had greying hair, an unkempt beard, and a gaunt face. with sunken eyes. Halloween… the freak from halloween. “You have no idea how long I wanted this ass. How long you made me wait.” The stranger said. “So give me that hole, bitch. Give up your cherry to me.” The head of the cock was inside Michael now. Pushing deeper. The pain… unreal. But something else. Pleasure. His body was responding to the invader. It wanted more. “Yeah….” the stranger grunted into his ear. “That’s it, you whore. Let me all the way inside.” Seb was still sucking his cock. But even that paled in comparison to the sensations coming from his ass. His hole. And more than the physical. Something emotional as well. Something about giving himself to this man. This pale, gaunt figure. Closeness, yes. But more than that. Something about yielding. About succumbing. About giving himself to another man without holding anything back. He had never felt so complete. He had never felt like more of a man. Another inch pushed inside. “Tell me you want it.” There was something so familiar about that voice. About the way he spoke certain words, made certain sounds. but Michael just couldn’t place it. ‘Tell him.’ The voice in his mind whispered. So softly. So seductively. ‘Tell him you you want to feel his cock inside you.’ Michael’s voice was barely audible. “I want it…” “What is it you want? Say it.” ‘Beg him to fuck you. Beg him to take away the burden of your dominance… to make you free.’ Michael felt something bend in his mind, his soul. Some part of himself simply gave way. Surrendered. “I want you to fuck me. I need it. I need your cock. All of it.” Another inch. Another. Pounding. Relentless. The crowd was circling now. Watching Seb suck Michael’s dick. Watching the stranger, gaunt and sick, pound his formerly virgin hole. Listening to him beg for the cock. Michael could feel the other man’s balls slapping against his ass. Balls deep. “Oh hell yeah. All the way inside.” The stranger sounded triumphant. The crowd cheered him on. “Fuck that faggot.” Someone yelled. The crowd laughed. “You want that don’t you?” The stranger taunted him above the jeering crowd. “You want my cum in your ass… don’t you?” “Yes. Yes. Do it. Please…” “Don’t worry, boy. I’m going to breed you. Going to finish the job. Going to make that hole into a pussy.” The thrusts grew harder. The gaunt stranger’s hands on his Michael’s hips. Pulling him back into the fuck. The stranger’s grip on his hip was tightening. “Going to cum inside you. Going to ruin you. Going to give you what you deserve.” Michael’s face was red. His eyes clenched in pain. Tears dripping from his eyes. But his mouth just formed one word. Repeated over and over. “Yes. Yes. Yes…” Michael was close himself. His balls were drawing up as Seb’s expert mouth idolised his cock. “Here is comes….” The stranger grunted. “… Take my POZ load!” And his dick erupted. “POZ?” Michael’s lips formed the word but he could make no sound… … and then the words meant nothing to Michael as he shot his own load down Seb’s throat. His whole body seemed to quiver. To throb. To shake. As if something were being sucked out of him. Something vital. Something integral to who he had always been. Going. Going. Gone. Michael’s body collapsed on the railing. His spent cock, already going soft, slipping out of Seb’s mouth. The stranger’s dick sliding from his ass. He felt strange. More exhausted than ever. Weak. The stranger slapped his ass, surprisingly gently. “I’m sorry. I’m just doing was has to be done.” Michael couldn’t process the stranger’s words. Instead he turned back to Seb who was looking up at him with a smile. A triumphant smile. A cruel smile. ‘You were a tasty meal, my pet. But you have nothing left to offer me.’ Seb’s voice again… but the other man’s lips did not move. Just his voice echoing in Michael’s mind. ‘We are done.’ And Seb turned. And was gone. The stranger had disappeared into the crowd as well. Michael started to lift himself off the railing. What was going on? He needed to find Seb… But hands pushed him roughly back over. “Where do you think you are going, slut?” Michael turned to look at this new man behind him. The man was older, maybe late 50’s, and heavyset. His big belly hung over his crotch. But Michael could only see the swollen cock under the big belly. Jutting up from his crotch. Big and thick as Michael’s own. Rock hard. And he wanted that cock inside him. No. He needed it. Needed to feel it pounding his hole. To feel this man using him. He raised his ass, offering it to this pot-bellied stranger. And moaned as the man slid deep inside in one hard thrust. Just the gaunt stranger’s cum for lube. “You’ve got several of us really horned up, boy. “ The heavyset man laughed. “It would be rude to leave us unsatisfied, don't you think? I think you have a long night ahead of you.”

NO graphic SEX IN THIS FIRST CHAPTER, THERE WILL BE VERY SOON THOUGH I PROMISE. Chapter 1 He wouldn't be laughing quite so much soon, little did he know.... but I am getting ahead of myself.... Jay is a local carpenter, I met him a couple of years back when he came around to quote for some work, he was too fucking expensive and so never used him but when this 'straight' guy started chatting to me on gaydar some years ago and knew a little too much about me for us not to have met I soon realised it was Jay and that he wasn't quite so straight as he at first appeared - tho they seldom are. Anyway it took a while as he was living a little way away and between his girlfriend and my boyfriend it wasn't easy but we finally got together when he gave to take a look at another 'job'. He is a gorgeous man, thick hair great body not gym bod, but just from working hard and looking after himself, we kissed for ages couldn't get enough of each other and the chemistry was electric. His cock was perfect, big thick head and about 7/8 inches and a bit of a scar on his stomach from some operation I presume. He was a real man and I loved it. We sucked each other I rimmed his tight hole and we kissed for ever before he came over me and I over him. After the first time, it took a while for the second and then he got much more distant, I assumed he had wanted a one time thing but he was so hot that I kept trying and eventually found out that he had moved in with his gf and their kids in the same village as me. Not only that but her mother lives only a couple of door down so I reckon I was too close for comfort. Fair enough you might think but he wanders past my house with his mrs and the kids playing happy families when I get nothing not even a hello, so much in the fucking closet it just made me want to fuck him over in the worst possible way and so I am going to do just that. I am going to use this forum to chronicle his downfall and how I am gonna make sure his life is gonna alter and if he wants to keep even a semblance of his 'straight happy family' then he is gonna have to do exactly what I say,,,, TO BE CONT..... This is my first time writing a story so wanted to test out this story before I take it where I want it to go. Gonna get quite dark quite quickly but I hoping you guys will be interested enough to want to know the full story.

Preparing the next installment...

PrEP is recommended in the US for men who have sex with men, a term broad enough to encompass straight men who fuck trans people. You sound like an excellent candidate for PrEP. Other common criteria include multiple partners and/or a recent STI. Be conscious of the difference in risk between what you have done and what you want to do, and emphasize the latter when seeking PrEP. Since you mention frequent HIV testing, be aware of two options: 4th-generation antibody tests detect antibodies fewer than four weeks after an HIV infection. Always check that you are receiving (or self-administering, if available) a 4th-generation test. A qualitative PCR RNA viral load test detects the virus (not the antibodies) within 10 or fewer days after an HIV infection. If you've had a risky exposure and are worried, insist on this test, which is offered by any US health practitioner who is culturally competent in serving MSM. Also, until you start Pre-Exposure Prophylaxis, or if you don't start, remember Post-Exposure Prophylaxis. Started within 72 hours, a 30-day course of HIV drugs (chosen by your doctor, ideally on the basis of the drug regimen used by your HIV-positive sex partner) prevents HIV infection. If you are afraid after a risky exposure, a hospital emergency room can provide PEP. It is the standard of care in the US and many other countries.

My STD doctor describes PReP as the gay mans equivalent of the female pill. If you are or want to have raw sex with a ts you should be on it. A fuck that claims to be "clean" after a test and then bb's may or maybe not infected with hiv.

CHAPTER 5 - A COLD BEER The next day was a scorcher, and Dalton did everyone in the neighborhood a favor by stepping outside in a few scraps of clothing to mow his parents’ lawn. In keeping with tradition, Brian and I stood at our kitchen window watching Neighbor Boy put on a show. Within 10 minutes, the kid’s tank top was soaked through with sweat, so he stopped to peel it off—leaving him in nothing but basketball shorts and tennis shoes. A few minutes after that, his waistband glistened wetly in the sun as it slowly slid down his lower abdomen to reveal a patch of dark fur sprouting up between his bellybutton and his cock. While Brian fingered my hole and I jacked my dripping poz cock, I told him we should invite the kid over for a cold drink—and maybe put on a little show of our own. My husband flashed a wolfish smile in response. And without saying another word, he stepped out toward the pool while I made my way toward the front door. * * * “Hey, bud—it’s fucking hot out here today. Can I offer you a beer?” I stood on the front porch wearing nothing but a pair of soccer shorts, waving a can of beer in Dalton’s direction. He looked a little surprised—I don’t think he expected us to be supplying him with alcohol—and responded with a friendly nod. I headed back inside, leaving the door cracked open. Moments later, he walked through the door, still shirtless. “I took off my shoes,” he said. “Is it cool for me to be in here? I don’t want to drip sweat everywhere.” “Sure, bud,” I replied, handing him the beer. “Drink up. Lots more where that came from.” He tilted his head back to chug the beer. As he did so, he inadvertently thrust his hips forward to reveal the clear outline of his fleshy cock. He killed the can in a single giant gulp. “You obviously need another one,” I said, tossing him a second can. Just as he opened it, I heard a door slide open behind me. It was Brian returning from the pool. I kept my gaze on Dalton—and just as I expected, the kid’s eyes suddenly went wide. I feigned curiosity and turned around to see what Dalton was staring at. And there was my husband, stark naked, dripping wet, his fat hole-wrecker of a cock fully erect, its thick dorsal vein pointed directly toward the taut, sweaty abs of Neighbor Boy. “Jesus, Brian!” I said, doing my best to appear mortified. “Put some fucking clothes on. We’ve got a guest.” “My God, Dalton—I’m so sorry,” he said, grabbing a towel from the guest bathroom and wrapping it around his waist. “No worries, dude,” Dalton replied quietly, his eyes locked on his beer can as his face flushed red. My gaze traveled down toward his crotch. Just as I’d hoped—and though he was trying to hide it with his free hand—the bulge in his shorts had grown noticeably thicker, causing that sweat-soaked waistband to slide a little lower. All three of us stood there in silence for a moment. Then Dalton shot a quick, guilty glance in my direction, gulped down the rest of his beer, and gave me a stiff nod. “Better get back to work,” he said, his voice shaking just the tiniest bit. “Thanks for the cold beers.”

Before going on vacation last week, the new dog sitter came by to get the key and instructions. I had just finished up at the gym, still wearing a jock and sweaty clothes. I invited him in, and he immediately stared at my ass and lingered close. He was a hot otter, clearly packing a large cock under his shorts. I was showing him around, and we kept inching closer and closer, until we started making out. We tore each other's clothes off, and he rimmed my sweaty hole. His huge, thick 9 inch tool grazed my hole while I was on top of him, and I knew I had to have it. He teased my ass for a while before I finally sat on his cock, taking in the entire length. I rode him hard, making out with him and playing with his hard nipples. He asked me where I wanted his poz cum, and I begged for him to breed me. He shoved his cock in all the way and filled my hole deep.

midtowne... the club is just too stuck up for any fun...

Damn that was hot. Rock hard the whole time.

Loved it! Hope we get to read more about how his life has changed forever!

This story is so hot - really like the last lines.

I had been told on a handful of occasions throughout my stay in New York City about a bar known as The Eagle in the Chelsea are of Manhattan. "You've got to go to The Eagle" "You'll get what you want in The Eagle" "You've never been to The Eagle?" and so on. I was told it was a leather bar. Which at first put me off going, I'm not exactly a gay scene member. I'm a pretty regular bisexual guy who's interested in the world of kink without being a regular participant. Besides the only leather I had with me were a pair of regular boots. The idea I had in mind was leather ass-less chaps with a hardness and gay policeman's hat. I wasn't about to dress up as a member of the village people just to get into a club. After I was enlightened to what the place was actually like, I thought it was worth going. "Maybe on a quiet night" I thought, that way I wouldn't be bombarded with too much to process and I'd be more comfortable sat at the bar. I decided to go on a Monday. If I had checked their website in advanced I would have found out that Monday was actually foot fetish night. Now I'm pretty neutral when it comes to this fetish but if I had of know I probably would've went on another night. I head to the bar which opened at 9pm and made my way upstairs. On the quiet nights only the upstairs section of the three storey bar was open. I was greeted by a shirtless barman who looked like Chuck Lidell(ufc fighter) and ordered a drink. He was friendly and welcoming and very open from the get go, he explained to me why there was foot fetish videos on the TV screen, and two guys tickling each other in the corner. I felt a little embarrassed, he asked me about my type as he saw that none of the 9 patrons were talking to me. I told him I was into older guys. "You'd like my friend Kurt, he might be here later" "Cool" I thought. I observed as the barman played cupid with people sitting at the bar, those he knew previously and those he just met. He seemed to enjoy this, but was in no way forced like the barman at Stonewall. He was a really cool barman, didn't pretend to like anyone he didn't like but wasn't rude either. If he wasn't a bottom I'd be very keen to let him fuck me. I wasn't his type anyway, he was more into Latin guys. Speaking of which. A midget parks himself next to me on a stool at the bar. Is midget correct term? Dwarf maybe? Anyway he was about 4 feet tall, Latino, very confident. He immediately struck up a conversation with me. I was the only Irish guy he had ever met. We made some small talk and for whatever reason he wanted to show me some leather harness he bought. He had a picture on his phone. As he flicked through the pics of this unimpressive harness, in a very obviously deliberate move he "accidentally" brought up a picture of his dick(which to be honest was impressive given his size) "Oops, I didn't mean to show you that.....what do ya think?" "Very impressive" I answered smiling. I for just a second contemplated having sex with this guy, just so I could say I was fucked by a midget(dwarf ) however he was being a little overbearing and I soon became uninterested. He got up to use to toilet and never came back. In his place, sat an older black guy who worked just down the street and was just popping in for an after-work drink. He was friendly and interesting and we seemed to be getting on. "Can I swap shoe with you?" "What?!" This was an odd request. Then I remembered where I was. "Just for a few minutes" I hesitantly obliged, it seemed to give him a lot of pleasure. A German man in full leather(pants, boots, and harness) sat beside me, he had a strong BO. Not a bad smell, but a strong smell of sweat, quite nice actually. He joined in on our conversation and filled me with compliments. He leaned in for a kiss, as we were kissing a felt a hand slide down the back of my jeans and grab my ass. I thought it was the German but it was the black guy, I guess he wanted a feel. He then pulls me in for a kiss. The German shoves both his hands up my shirt and feels his way around. "You taste great" says the black guy. His hand sliding further down to the point where I'm sitting on it. His finger pushes into my hole. We all go in for a triple kiss, I'm getting horny. "Come with me" says the German. and takes me by the hand to the toilets. For whatever reason the black dude didn't follow us. Inside the toilets were two older leather guys, one taking a piss into the other guy's glass. He then taps his dick on the rim of the glass making sure every last drop had gone in. Without hesitation, the leather sub knocks back the entire glass of piss. "You find that horny" enquired the German. "Yeah it's hot" I replied. He pulled me into a cubical and shut the door. "Get down" I squat in front of his leather pants in the piss soaked cubical. He pulls out a bottle of poppers and takes a huff. He then feeds me some. The club music begins to pound heavier as does my heartbeat. He pulls out a semi erect penis with a large Prince Albert through the head I place it in my mouth and taste the metal. He pushes his semi soft cock down the back of my throat with gentle thrusts. The feeling of the metal sliding down my throat is new to me and very pleasurable. I take it down and swallow, massaging the head with each gulp. His crotch smells as good and strong as the rest of him, and the high from the poppers heighten this. I feel his cock harden with my lips. He puts the bottle under my nose again "Breath deep" I get nice and light headed, he begins to fuck my throat as he sniffs back the poppers. I see people in the corner of my eye looking in. It gets me going. I start to gag on his cock as he fucks harder and harder, I sense he is close to blowing his load down my throat. I pull back but he pushes my head against the cubical wall so I have nowhere to go. He fills my mouth with his cum, it tastes great. "Open" I open to show him his load. He spits in my mouth and slaps me on the cheek, I swallow it all down. As we leave the cubical and old man grabs me by the arm "I was watching you in there. You're a dirty little boy" This was all done in a very creepy way, that made me feel kind of intimidated, he was really grabbing my arm tight. "Let go of him" said the German guy. and he brought me back to my seat. As I got back to my seat I was scolded by the barman. "You should've let me know you were going to the bathroom, here I held your drink. Next time tell me. Anybody could've put something in there" Oops. I was very impressed that he cared enough to hold my drink and give me a lecture. Luckily(or unluckily depending on your fantasy) I wasn't spiked. "Anyway, Kurt is here, he's at the end of the bar" I excuse myself and head down to see Kurt. He's about 6 feet tall. Wearing jeans large black boots and a sleeveless shirt. He had a bald head and a goatee. Fitting my type(or one of my types) perfectly. Right away we got on great, I felt immediately comfortable around him, and his Texas charm was working wonders. We had a few drinks and he invited me back to his place. The barman looked over and said "See I told ya" he had certainly done his job as cupid well. Just as the place was filling up we decided to leave. Kurt took me to his place in Hell's Kitchen and up to the apartments rooftop. We took in the view and he offered me some weed, I accepted and he gave me a blow back from his joint. This let to a few minutes of passionate kissing. He was probably the best kisser I've ever been with(boy or girl) he knew his way around a mouth, his lips were soft and beard felt great. After a few minutes of swapping spit we moved downstairs to his bedroom. We both undress. "You've got a great ass" he remarks, I thank him. "I'd love to rape that!" "You can" I reply. I feel his body, he is in great shape. His dick is very long. I comment on the size of his penis and he tells me not to worry. "I'll go slow at first" I suck his dick for some time he loves it. Then he parks me on all fours in front of him. He taps my hole with his large dick. "Breath" I take deep breaths as he pushes his dick into me. I feel a shock and push forward, bashing my head off of the headboard. We both laugh before he gives my head a gentle kiss. He is such a cool guy it really makes me want to please him. "Lay on your back" He grabs my ankles and stretches my legs apart, he plunges his dick down in one go, it takes the breath from me but I have nowhere to go. So I take the shock, he begins to fuck. "Yeah exactly like that, fuck your boy hole" He is getting me extremely horny "Fuck me, that's so big" I tell him. "Yeah? You like me raping your ass boy?" I feels so good I can barely answer. "I can tie you up and just rape your hole all day long. If you scream I'll shove my sock in your mouth....Or maybe something else" With that he pulls out and straddles my chest. Pulls my head up by my hair and jams his cock down my throat. I gag a lot and start to drool over his cock. He then buries it back into my hole and fucks. He leans in so my legs are over my head, wraps his arms around me and tongues my mouth and he pounds my hole. This angle is extremely sexy and I can feel his dick pushing through my second ring, it feels amazing. He then turns me around and pounds me from behind, still penetrating my second ring balls deep in my ass. "Im about to cum boy" His speed picks up and I start to loose my breath. "You want my load?" "Yes Sir!" I bellow out. He shoots in me deep, balls deep right into my guts. It makes me hot how deep his dick is in me. "Your turn to cum" "That's ok" I reply, sensing that he might be tired from his machine like fucking. "No way. I'm not the only one having fun tonight" If I could marry that man I would. Where are these kind of tops in Ireland? "Come here" He places me on top on him straddling, with his large dick still in my ass. I grind it deep as I jerk on my dick. It doesn't take much wanking until I blow a huge load on his hairy chest, I collapse, sweaty and exhausted. He pulls my face towards him and makes me lick the sweat and cum from his chest. "Now that's hot" he says calmly. I fall asleep in his arms. He woke me in the morning, fucked another load into me and sent me on my way. We got to know each other before I left and met a few more times, he was one of the nicer guys I met in the states and is the kind of guy I'd do anything sexually with. Those kind of guys are hard to come by, especially at home. Makes me glad I listen to the advice and finally went to the Eagle. My first time there was a resounding success and pretty soon I became a semi regular. Hope anyone who reads this enjoys it. Sorry this entry didn't come sooner. Still trying to come to terms with my recent diagnosis and events surrounding it. So some days it's hard to write about my experiences as I just don't have the energy, I may be a little depressed. Pretty soon I will report on the meeting I believe got me infected, which will be hard given that it has come to light that the guy knew he was positive and told me otherwise. But I think it's the most important part of my stay there, so it's coming up soon. Thanks for reading

thank you! i'll see if more people like it, it's my first time doing something like this

I never use lube, most guys spit on boys hole before they use it and after that you have cum to use as lube

when I ask a guy pumping my ass if he's poz and he says "yeah" and I tell him I'm neg...and he pounds harder & shoots a hot load deep in my ass...

2. We spent a good long while in the club, my stepbrother and some of his friends eventually going off to dance somewhere, and I staying behind in the booth drinking what would turn out to be a few too many beers. Simon was with me almost all night and the more I drank the more I found my gaze drifting to his pale blue eyes. Sometime later Ryan returned and suggested that we all go back to his place for a few more beers. As the little party gathered their things and headed towards the door I felt Simon’s hand gently graze my ass as he past, my cock leapt. Back at Ryan’s place the drinks continued to flow and the guys stated to drop off steadily, and eventually I excused myself to the guest room I was staying in to turn in for the night. I stripped off my clothes and ran my hand down my tight furry abs to my semi stiff cock thinking about Simon. Never before had a guy effected me the way that he did, I fell onto the bed my cock now completely hard and started to jerk myself off my free hand roaming all over my body. I didn’t hear the door open, in fact I didn’t hear anything till in his thick South London accent Simon said, “Well that’s a much bigger cock then I would have guessed.” I scrambled to cover myself but as I was laying on top of the sheets there was nothing much I could do but try and his by rock hard eight and a half inched behind my hands. “Dunny try and hide it,” said Simon, “looks like you could use a hand in fact.” He clambered up onto the bed a wide wicked smile spreading across his face. I froze not knowing what to expect as Simon crawled up between my legs, pulled his shirt off over his head to expose his muscular dark haired torso, and swallowed my cock. No girl had ever sucked my cock like that, it was as if Simon had unhinged his jaw and swallowed my cock whole. I groaned and tried to mutter, “No, I’m straight,” but the words died in my mouth, instead I put my hands on the back of his head pulling him down onto my cock. My breathing had quickened and I was seconds away from cuming when Simon let my cock spring from his mouth. “You ever had a bloke suck your cock before?” “No, I’m… well… I’m straight,” I said lamely. “Doesn’t matter to me, what matters is if it felt good.” “It certainly did, I almost came just then.” “That’s why I stopped.” He shifted his weight slightly and shucked his jeans, now wearing only a pair of tiny brightly colored briefs. “You have an amazing cock,” he continued kissing my cock head, “and balls.” He drew first one nut and then the other into his mouth before sucking the both in. I rocked my hips forward giving him better access to my balls, my ass lifting slightly off the bed as I did so. In one swift motion before I really knew what was happening Ryan had my knees pressed into my chest and his slightly stubbly face buried in my hole, his tongue swirling around my virgin home. No one had ever eaten me out before and I moaned loudly. It had never occurred to me how amazing this could feel and Simon was certainly an expert at these things. His tongue flicked and darted of my hole sending bolts of electricity through my whole body as I relaxed into him. He pressed his tongue into me, lapping at my hole and slowly my hole began to open for him allowing his probing tongue inside. I gasped as my ass was penetrated for the first time by his tongue. Simon shifted around a bit, his mouth never leaving my hole and I could tell he was taking off his tight pants. Something new touched my ass; his hands spread my cheeks wide as he slid one finger next to his tongue and carefully slipped it inside of me. It was like nothing I had never felt before, and nothing like I had imagined it would feel like. He slowly penetrated my hole with his finger still lapping about the invading digit with his talented tongue. My cock was throbbing, and I felt hornier then I had in my entire life, loud lust filled moans escaped my mouth without me being conscious of doing it. “You’ll have all the lads in here you keep moaning like that,” Simon said taking his mouth off my hole for the first time in almost ten minutes. I was panting, sweat glistened on my chest, and precum dripped from my cock like a leaking faucet. “You ever sucked a cock before,” he asked, his finger still knuckle deep inside me. I shook my head no. “Why don’t you get mine down your throat then, least way it’ll keep you quiet.” He shifted so that his body was now over mine, his cock dangling over my mouth, my knees still bent into my chest and his finger still deep in my ass. I had never been this close to man’s cock before, although I had thought about it. His uncut, thick, veiny, still swelling cock hung before me a little glint of precum slipping from the slowly retracting foreskin. My mouth watered. Slowly I lifted my head and opened my mouth taking just the tip in. He tasted salty and sweet and I loved it. I opened wider and took more of his cock into my mouth. Simon slowly lowered his hips so that my head once again rested on the pillows but his cock was firmly lodged down my throat. I moaned around his cock as Simon’s mouth returned to my hole and he quickly prepped me for another thick finger. Only about half his cock would fit down my throat as it grew and Simon slowly fucked it in and out of my mouth occasionally making me gag. As he throat fucked me he worked two, then three, and then four fingers inside me hole. I was so horny I was practically fucking myself back onto his stretching fingers. After the fourth finger was in for a few moments he pulled them all out, pulled his cock from my mouth and spun around. He now lay on top of me, or noses almost touching, his body keeping my legs pinned to my chest, and his cock resting between my spit slicked cheeks. He rocked his hips to and fro a little rubbing his cock up and down my crack as he stared at me with those brilliant blue eyes. “You have the most amazing ass, and your hole is so fucking hairy,” he said, and then after a long time he looked right into my eyes and said, “I want to fuck you.” I had been so over whelmed by what had been happening I hadn’t even thought that this might be coming, but as soon as I heard the question I knew my answer. “I want you to fuck my virgin hole.” Simon needed no more permission then that; he lined up his cock head with my well fingered hole and pushed slightly. He kept a tight grip on my ankles as he did so. It hurt a little at first but then it changed and it was like the fingers. I felt him stretching me out, forcing my hole even wider as he slid deeper and deeper into me. Precum was poring from my cock, and lighting bolts of pleasure wrapped through me. “I’m half way in, how do you feel,” he asked. “Give me all of it.” There was none of the pain I had expected and now I longed to feel him fuck me. It took several more minutes before Simon’s considerable length was all pressed into my gut, and then several more minutes before we moved again. Once Simon was sure I was used to it he pulled back out again and pressed in faster, he did this several more times each time getting a little faster until there was no doubting that he was fucking me. I grunted with each stroke trying to keep quiet say Simon wrecked my hole. He shifted so that he was sitting up more, holding onto my hips for leverage he pounded his big fat cock into my virgin hole. “Fuck you’re tight, I’m not going to last long,” he said. I didn’t care though so long as he would make me feel like this again. “I’m gonna blow my load inside of you. Do you want that? You want my load?” “Yes cum inside me,” I said without thinking. The rhythmic thumping of flesh on flesh had replaced my heartbeat as the rhythm of my driving force and sweat pored off of each of us. “I’m so close,” he whispered, his face contorted with the effort to stave off orgasm for a few moments more, but it was too much. He slammed as deep into me as he could and fired off his load. I groaned much to loudly as I felt his hot seed spill into my guts, knowing in the back of my mind that I should be scared, that I shouldn’t be doing this, but I wanted it so badly. Simon shook a little as he came and then held still, his cock still inside of me for a long moment. Then he kissed me hard on the lips and pulled out of me. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, Simon's cock nestled between my ass cheeks as if ready to leap back inside as soon as possible.

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