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Part I My parents had separated when I was young. My dad moved to Gainesville, Florida and took a job as a professor at the local university. I was left living with my mom, and my two younger brothers and two younger sisters. There was always commotion in the house and never a moment of privacy. When I got to my senior year of high school I received a scholarship for swimming to the university my dad worked at. When I told my dad he was extremely happy for me and told me if I didn’t want to live in the dorms I could live with him. I jumped at the chance to live with him and reconnect. I would also have much more privacy. I moved in with my dad that summer and found I was loving my freedom. Dad let me come and go as I please without having to answer to him. School started and I fell into a regular routine of classes, swim practice and swim meets. I knew from a young age that I was attracted to guys but had never acted on it. I loved seeing my teammates in their speedos and in the shower. I would fantasize at night about them and jack off to them. At my first swim meet I came in fourth in the butterfly stroke. I was not pleased with this and decided I needed to practice more. So on Sunday evening I went to the pool to practice more. The pool was open to all. Part of the pool had designated swimming lanes and the rest was for swimming as you pleased. There were several families there with their kids. The swimming lanes were empty. I swam a few laps and was feeling warmed up and ready to practice hard. As I swam to the end of my lane and began to execute my turn, I kid jumped into the pool and landed on my back. My back began to instantly hurt me. The kid apologized and the mother ran over to make sure I was ok. I told her I would be fine. I got out and headed to the hot tub to soak my aching back. When I got home I rubbed down with muscle relaxer and took some pain pills. The next morning my back was still killing me. I went to the coach and explained what had happened. The coach immediately sent me to one of the universities sports doctors. I arrived at the doctor’s office and they took me back to the examination room immediately. Dr. Kirst walked in and introduced himself with a firm handshake. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was young for a doctor I thought. I stood about six feet tall and looked about 180 or so. He had light brown hair neatly parted at the side and deep green eyes. He told me to disrobe and put on the gown. He left the room for a few minutes and returned. He told me to lay on my stomach so he could look at my back. He began to pressing on different areas and I yelled out in pain when he touched my lower back just about my ass crack. He then asked me to stand up and drop the robe. He began to feel my balls and asked me to cough. I tried not to get hard but my cock began to stiffen at his touch. He asked me to sit back down on the table. He explained that I just had a serious muscle pull in my back and needed to take some pain medication and begin physical therapy. He said I should be back to swimming in two weeks. He handed me the prescription for the pain medication and said he had one other medication that was experimental and wanted to try out. I said that was fine that I just wanted to heal as fast as possible. He reached into his lab coat pocket and pulled out a syringe with a clear liquid in it. He explained that it would be injected into a vein in my arm. He placed a tourniquet around my arm and found a vein. He inserted the needle and pulled back the plunger and blood appeared. He told me I would feel a warm sensation and that I would need to cough. With that, he pushed to liquid into my vein and took the tourniquet off. I began to cough very hard and felt very warm. I felt another sensation as well….I was very horny. The doctor excused himself a minute. When he left I couldn’t help but begin to touch my cock and rub my hands all over my body. I wanted sex and I wanted it now. I slid my finger in my ass and closed my eyes and began to moan quietly “Dr. Kirst please fuck me.” I was so into the sensation that I did not know that Dr. Kirst had reentered the room. Suddenly I heard a voice in my ear that said “I will gladly fuck you Adam.” I was startled at first. The doctor grabbed me and told me this was a normal reaction after taking the experimental drug. He began running his hands over my body and leaned in and kissed me. I had never been with a guy I confessed to him. He said he would teach me all about man on man sex. He told me he did not have much time now since he had other patients to see but he would give me and introductory lesson on man on man sex. He bent my over the table and began playing with my ass. I was extremely turned and began wiggling my ass and moaning softly. He undid his pants and dropped them to the ground. I looked and saw his erect penis. It was a monster. It had to be nine inches and thick. He rubbed it against my ass and said “This is want you want isn’t it Adam?” I mumbled “Yes but it is so big I don’t think I can take it.” Dr. Kirst replied, “Trust me Adam, you can. After all I am the doctor.” With that he reached over to the counter and took a tube of KY and spread it on my ass and on his huge throbbing cock. He slid a finger in and I moaned in ecstasy. He removed his finger and placed the tip of his cock on my warm hole. He leaned over and placed his hand on my mouth and said “here comes my cock stud.” He slid in with all his might. I screamed with pain and pleasure into his hand. “Relax you will love it.” He began sliding in and out of me with greater force and I actually relaxed and got into him fucking me. “Fuck doc, fuck me.” He picked up the pace and whispered in my ear “ready for my hot cum?” “Yes please give it to me!” With that had straighten up and began trusting harder and he pushed in as far as he could. I felt a warm sensation flood my ass and felt his cock pulsating as he shot load after load into my ass. The doctor pulled his pants up and took out his note pad and wrote something on it and handed it to me. He told me that this session was not over and that he still need to explain more about the experimental drug. He told me to get dressed. After I dressed he walked me out and told me to make sure I got my prescriptions filled. Once outside and opened the note. It simple read “8:00 pm 1212 Oakton street”. I was confused but intrigued and still horn as fuck. As I walked home I couldn’t help but get turned on by every hot guy I saw. I wanted them to fuck me too. What was going on?

Moving in with Dad Todd never knew his Father when he was growing up. His Dad, Jeff, had knocked-up Todd's Mom back when the two of them were in high school and since they lived in a small, ultra church-going town, she was not going to have an abortion. Todd's mother raised him on her own until she suddenly died midway through his senior year of high school. His maternal grand parents wanted to take him in, but state law gave Jeff primary responsibility for Todd's care, so once Jeff was apprised of the situation, he gladly took Todd in to live with him in a town in the adjoining county. The first few days for Todd in his Father's were, quite naturally, somewhat awkward, but the two found a comfortable routine. Todd was particularly pleased when he realized his Father was far less controlling than his Mother had been, so Todd found himself enjoying a sense of freedom which he never experienced with his Mother, especially when Jeff guided Todd through the process of getting a driver's license and in providing a car which Todd could use to drive to and from school, as well use as around town. Todd even felt the freedom to explore more of himself. From an early age Todd had sensed he was gay, but given the ultra-conservative character of his Mother's family and the town in which he and she had lived, he suppressed any exploration of his sexuality. Living with his Father, on the other hand, was a different story, and Todd quickly found a himself a friend at school, David, with whom he could let his guard down and be himself. Quickly David and Todd were spending a fair amount of time together, and, given Jeff was often out on weekend evenings, Todd was able to host. The first night they hung out Todd received and gave his first blow job, in the process swallowing David's load, which was Todd's first experience in tasting cum. The following week David got Todd to fuck him, and as David never used condoms, the fuck session was bareback. Naturally David bred Todd's hole, maintaining condoms ruined a good sexual experience for both the top and bottom. On Todd's 18th birthday came around, Jeff took him out for a nice dinner, and the following Friday night, when Jeff was on the road, David introduced Todd to a strange glass pipe, showing Todd how to take a hit off of it. Now, Todd had never explored any recreational substances, but having enjoyed everything David had suggested they explore up to date, it wasn't a stretch to get him to try smoking a bowl or two. That night, however, somewhat unexpected, Jeff came home early, entering the house quietly to avoid awakening his son. Moving soundlessly down the hallway, Jeff passed Todd's door, which was slightly ajar, the glow of a television providing the only light in the vicinity. However, before Jeff had completely passed the doorway, he registered a slight hint of movement which arrested Jeff, compelling him to pause to understand what he was seeing. Then, through the gap between the door and the door frame, Jeff registered Todd was 'entertaining' David, and that David on Todd's bed, on all fours, and that Todd was behind him and that both boys were naked. Standing discretely in the shadows, Jeff smiled and thought to himself, "Like father, like son," and, this same reaction extended to seeing Todd light up and heat the bowl. At this exact moment, David chanced to glance back at Todd, and in so doing, caught a glimpse of Jeff. The two briefly locked eyes, and then Jeff discretely and quietly moved down the hall, heading for his own bedroom. David, however, was not as sang froid as Jeff, and slid off of Todd's cock saying "Todd, your Dad just walked down the hallway and saw us!" "You sure?" Todd asked, even as David dressed. "Yeah, absolutely. Sorry, guy, but I'm out of here. We'll talk later." After David left Todd thew on some mesh basketball shorts and, taking a deep breath, walked down the hallway to see his father, whose bedroom door was slightly ajar, and a light was burning. Before Todd could knock his father called out in an even voice, "Come on in, Todd." Not knowing what to expect, Todd complied, finding his Father in the bathroom doing something with the water running. "Todd, make yourself comfortable, I'll be right out," Jeff called. A few seconds later Jeff walked into the bedroom, shocking Todd in the process: Jeff was butt ass naked. Todd was not so shocked, however, not to think 'Man, Dad has a great body, and I guess I have Dad's cock'. In fact, Todd couldn't help but stare at his Father. Although 35 Jeff's body was quite muscular, and his cock was a full eight inches, even soft. Moving his line of sight up to his Father's face, Todd relaxed somewhat. Clearly his Father wasn't outraged or distraught, in fact he looked quite cool. 'He's probably going to give me a safe sex talk', Todd thought. What he didn't expect was Jeff's opening question "So, how do you like fucking David?" Although a bit startled at the opening question, Todd had presence of mind to answer honestly "It's great, Dad, I love fucking David." "And what about the pipe?" Todd wasn't on uncertain ground how to best answer, but Jeff made it easy when he set the stage saying "I sure like smoking sand glass pipe. Don't you?" The Jeff really blew Todd away when he asked "Todd, would you like to get high with me? The stuff I have will blow you away." Todd didn't have to actually answer his Father. Rather Jeff approached with a rubber strap, a syringe loaded with some liquid, and an alcohol wipe. Jeff put the rubber strap on Todd's left bicep, and then used the alcohol wipe to wipe-down Todd's inner elbow, and then, still not having said a word, Jeff took the syringe in hand, pulling the cap off with his teeth, then sinking the needle in a fat vein in Todd's inner elbow, withdrew the plunger, drawing forth a drop of blood before emptying the content of the syringe into Todd. Just before Jeff removed the rubber strap was "Todd you'll probably feel a surge of warmth, followed by a chemical taste in the back of your throat and then you'll probably cough a couple times, then you'll feel your heart race and your breath will also increase. Just ride the rush, relax and enjoy the experience."

I am in San Juan on vacation aware from my be and I was bored on Grindr and invited this guy to my hotel. He came over and tied me with my legs in the air and blind fold on. He turned off all the lights and his phone chirped he said he had to check it. I heard the door open and he stepped outside. The door opened again and soon I felt his dick slide in me and soon he exploded inside me. Then I felt a larger dick slide in me, and do the same. I heard more than one voice. I took off the blind fold and there were five guys still waiting to use my ass.

There is nothing better than guys who are secure enough in their own masculinity to submit their asses as pussies and cunts to other men. I know there are some (few) bottoms here who get all bent out of shape over the pussy/cunt label but I think they doth protest too much.

The other night I was online with my barebackrt profile open and got a hit from a cute younger guy who was into leather, bareback, cum and who was curious about watersports. His profile described him as 27, bb bottom, HIV neg (recently tested hiv neg as of 3/2010), vers bottom 5'7" 145 hairy bottom. From his pics I knew I wanted to breed his ass! After chatting for a while and after I described my play room for him, he asked if I had any other HIV neg tops who would fuck him if he came over. I told him sure, and I described a fuck buddy, Steve, who was 44 year old, hot and a top, who I knew would love to join in and breed him. Now, Steve and I had played before, but as we are both tops, we had never fucked, but I knew he had a great cut eight inch cock and that we had enjoyed sucking each other off to completion. The kid agreed, so I spoke with Steve, who agreed to join us, and when I told Steve I was going to save-up a big load to blow into the kid, Steve readily agreed to do the same. Over the next couple of days I arranged the play session, and when both the kid and Steve showed up to my place at the same time, the three of us stripped naked in the play room where I had set-up a sling as well as a bondage table (just in case one of us decided he wanted to surrender control). Within minutes the kid was sucking us, and very quickly both Steve and I went to full erection. The kid unsuccessfully tried to take both of us in his mouth at the same time. His face might have been as cute as hell, but he just couldn't orally simultaneously handle the two of us. After getting some pre-cum from both of our hard cocks, Steve decided the boy was ready to take his hard dripping cock up his ass! As the kid was doing a great job sucking my cock, Steve slowly slid his raw thick cock deep up the boy's ass, and soon was ramming his cock all the way up the kid's hole, while making him take my cock all the way to the base! The kid choked several times in doing this, but moaned for more, even as he kept swallowing my cock with each deep thrust Steve gave him. By this point of watching this hot bottom get fucked raw by Steve's huge cock, I was determined to get into the kid's ass, so I switched places with Steve and found myself fucking a very tight and wet ass. The kid loved it when I pulled out, only to slam myself home again. My balls began to tingle, and I knew I had to stop right then or that I would load him right away. The whole time the kid had Steve's in his mouth. I withdrew, knowing from the prior e-mail exchanges that the kid wanted to be double fucked by the two of us, so I lay down on the bondage table and had the kid sit on my cock, and when my cock was lodged deep in the kid's hole, I gestured for Steve to climb on board and slide his hard cock deep into the kid. The feeling was amazing. I could feel my hard cock right next to Steve's, while both of our cocks were lodged in the kid's ass. After some hard pounding by both Steve and me, I felt as if I was about to loose it. The kid asked me not to cum so we took a break and Steve and I switched positions, so he was on his back, the kid sat on Steve's cock, while I slid in from the top. I'm watching all the action on the mirror in the room and Steve's fat cock and the kids tight ass is taking a toll. Again I felt my balls tingling. I knew I wanted to breed this kid. Fortunately, by this time the kid was begging me to cum in his ass. "Cum in my ass!" "Come on, give me that hot load!" Nothing turns me on more than to hear the bottom begging for my load. "Give me your cum!" I can't hold back any longer and blow my three-day load up the kid's tight hole, coating Steve's hard cock in the process. In fact, Steve exclaimed he could feel the cum pulsating out of my cock into the kid's hole, a point the kids seconded. After cumming, I remained lodged in the kid's ass for several minutes, only to watch my cum flow out onto Steve's crotch when I withdrew. The kid then want to be fuck in the sling and as I was the only one who had cum, they quickly moved over to the sling. As Steve started to fuck the kid, I fed my cum and ass juice covered cock to the kid as I slowly jacked the kid's rock hard cock. A few minutes into this I told Steve I needed to get more of my cum on my cock for the kid to lick off so Steve and I switched places, which allowed me to fuck the kid some more until I had a large glob of my cum on top of my cock. Then I pulled-out, Steve took my place, and I fed the kid my tasty cock! Steve fucked with tremendous vigor, and soon was fucking full-depth into the kid's hole. The kid, meanwhile, begged for his second load of the night, demanding Steve "Fuckin' cum in my ass hole!" and "I want you to add your cum to his load up my ass!" After a few minutes Steve commented "I'm going to cum. Where do you want it?" "Breed my hole, and mix your cum with the load that's already in there," the kid stated. Steve tensed up and I knew he was on the cusp of breeding the kid. "Oh, fuck, fuck," Steve yelled as he approached the cusp of breeding the kid. At the same time my cock was down the kid's throat and I jacked him off to a huge orgasm. The first volley of cum hit the wall behind the kid, then the subsequent shots blasted the kid's chest, neck and stomach. Steve and I licked the cum off the kid and the three of us enjoyed a three-way kiss, sharing the kid's load as Steve's cock slowly softened and a large glob of cum hit the floor as he withdrew. Afterwards the three of us enjoyed the after-sex glow, and casually chatted about the experience and other hot fucks we had enjoyed. Eventually the kid left, and Steve hung around to speak with me, and what he had to say was really fucked-up! I had specifically invited Steve because I knew he was neg, and the kid only wanted to take neg cum. Steve then told me that two weeks earlier he had been diagnosed as poz, adding that he hoped I was okay with having played with him. "Sure I am," I replied, but added "the kid, however, was neg, and didn't want to play with poz guys." Steve replied, "Yeah, I know I should have said some thing, but when I saw you breed the kid, I had to add my poz DNA to the mix of cum in the kid's ass." I guess we'll find out if the breeding took or not in a few weeks. I can only hope the kid knows what he's riskign when he takes loads from guys he just met online!

I've been mentoring a young man who, at 18, has decided to strive to be a cumdumpster, and I've decided to share the text of a recent email I sent him because I thought others might find my advice useful as well. Your comments are welcome. My email to the boy: Well, that's good. But remember, to be a true cumdump requires work. I have a lot of guys who fuck me regularly; many are married men. Married guys are the most dependable about showing up for sex. Here's why. Married men and guys with girlfriends often don't have a lot of flexibility with their availability. But, if you really make extra effort to accommodate their schedule and make it as easy as possible for them, they will almost always show up for sex. A lot of my married regulars allow time in the morning, before they get to their job, to stop at my place to start their day off with fucking. Of course, this often means that these end up being quick pump-and-dump sessions. But that is cool with me. There's been more than a few mornings when I've gotten fucked and bred by a six or more guys in the early morning within 1-1/2 to 2 hours. So, keep this in mind: if you work with their schedule to be available when it suits them, are able to host them, and are consistent, they will quickly become regulars. They'll learn fast that you are a throat and ass that they can fuck frequently if you make it as easy as possible for them and to accommodate their routine, not yours. I've given up sleep to make sure my throat and ass are available for married guys when it best suits their schedule. As I said earlier, since they typically don't have a lot of flexibility with the days/time they have to fuck you, by going out of your way to make your holes available on THEIR schedule, they are guaranteed, reliable fuckers who will show up every time to use your holes. This is not theory. This is my personal experience and I've been making myself available for married men for many years. For example, if you have a married guy whose schedule allows him to stop every week only on, say Monday and Tuesday mornings because his driving route to work on those days means he'll be traveling close to where you live, he will absolutely make sure he stops to fuck you both those mornings if you make sure you are ALWAYS available on those mornings. Since those are the only mornings of his weekly schedule when he can fuck you, he will show up, guaranteed. In fact, he will look forward to those mornings and your ass will soon be on his calendar to fuck every Monday and Tuesday morning, week after week. So, a good rule to follow is always try to accommodate a guy's availability to fuck you. The more you make your schedule secondary to his, whether he's straight, bi, married, curious, whatever, the more likely his cock and loads will end up inside you. Make it as easy and as uncomplicated as possible for them and I'm telling you, they will fuck you every week, one or more times every week. If you truly want to be a cumdump, you MUST make the necessary effort required to establish a stable of regulars. Remember, these men are guaranteed breeders. Then, you can supplement your weekly breedings by having a group of fuckbuds that you build up over time who are as interested as you are in getting laid regularly. Additionally, if you're able to find and attend fuck parties in your area regularly/monthly, this is another resource for making sure you get fucked as often as possible by as many different men as possible. Finally, keep in mind that, as a cumdumpster, to many men, you are nothing more than a couple of holes to fuck and unload in. So, accept that and you'll excel at being a cum depository. In my case, even working a full-time job, I still manage to get fucked at least a dozen times every week. At this point, because of the effort I've put in over the long haul, getting fucked by at least a dozen different men every week is quite normal for me. But I've put in the time and effort and consistent focus on what I must do to get the amount of sex I want. Hope you find some of this advice helpful. Always be receptive to learning from what other guys' experience has taught them. One more thing that a lot of Bottoms never consider is this: Don't be a selfish, overly-competitive Bottom. Quite the opposite. Make the effort to network with other local Bottoms in your area. "Why?," you ask. Because you can help each other out and actually be references for each other. For example, there will be times when you just aren't available to get fucked when a potential breeder wants to fuck you. But, if you can recommend one of your Bottom buds for him because your friend is available on a day or time when you aren't, and your Bottom friends reciprocate by also recommending your ass when they aren't available to get fucked, you'll get cock that otherwise may not have bred you. Network with local Bottoms in your area to work as a team so that very few cocks get away from you and your Bottom friends. Throw cock their way that you're unavailable to service and they'll do the same for you. This way, you both win and get cock and loads that otherwise would've gotten away. Sorry for writing a novel-length message, but I always like to share my experience and wisdom with young guys who say they wanna be a cumdumpster. Achieving this takes work, but it's worth it. At least it has been worth it for me. But remember, once becoming a cumdumpster, you still must do the necessary work to maintain your cumdumpster status. So, your efforts never really end if you want to continue being a couple of holes that many men fuck and unload in regularly. I've included a couple pix of the young, wanna-be cumdumpster. Thanxxx for reading!

"Oh, man, please, keep going," I exclaimed when his cockhead breached my ass. "Don't worry, guy, you'll get it. I'm just easing it in," replied Colin as he slowly filled my ass. Eddie, meanwhile, had shifted position so the two of us were face to face. When he took me into his manly arms I thought I would melt with pleasure. "I'm gonna make sure your first time is special," Eddie whispered, just as Colin's cock was balls-deep in my hole. Easing his cock in and out, Colin repeated the movement with increasing vigor, a bit harder with each thrust. Eddie crawled out and was now in front of me. He grabbed my face, knelt down and kissed me, then went back up and pushed his dick into my mouth. He grabbed my head and started to fuck my throat. I didn't want Colin to think Eddie was being too rough for me, so I let out some moans. "Damn Colin, just started and I think he's decided," Eddie remarked. "Yeah, decided what?" Colin asked. "You know, which team he's catching for," Eddie replied, which earned a chuckle from Colin, as they exchanged a high-5 in self congratulation, I supposed. I let out some uncomfortable moans just to change pace, but they understood that I was enjoying it on some level. Colin was fucking me at a pretty steady rate, each thrust pushed into me. I couldn't even speak because Eddie wasn't giving my mouth a break. He must really like the straight boy thing. He released my head and told me we were switching positions. They moved me onto my back and Colin pushed his cock into me. Eddie tried to put his down my throat, but was having a hard time fitting it in. Since this wasn't my favorite position anyway, I went with the role play asking "Hey I don't really like this position. Mind if we swit...." Suddenly Eddie was able to figure out how to stop me from finishing that sentence when he slid his beautiful cock into my mouth. True, the position in which I found myself was clumsy, and in some degree it worked, but I reasoned the two guys were enjoying themselves and I was more than pleased they elected to play with me. It also occurred to me I knew how they would react to any resistance on my part, so I groaned a bit, whereupon to my surprise Colin withdrew, even if Eddie held my face for a few seconds longer, deep-throat fucking me before letting me up for air. Grabbing the back of my head Eddie commented "Listen, we've already seen you handle it. You can definitely handle it," adding "Let's keep this up Colin." He still had my head in his hands and held it in front of my face. I wouldn't open my mouth for him which earned the sharp question "Are you gonna make me ask?" 'Not yet', I thought. I looked up at him for a second, then opened my mouth to his cock. Eddie immediately slid his cock all the way down to the base, commenting "That's-mother-fucking-right. Come on Colin, let's show this bitch what he likes." Colin moved slowly, but he did press his cock back into my ass. Not so long after he grabbed my ankles and started to fuck me harder. Eddie released his hold and made me look up at Colin who exclaimed "Oh, fuck, I'm about to bust." Even at that moment I managed to blurt the question "Wait! Do you have a condom on?" "Yeah, of course," Colin replied, following with "Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, I'm about...ughhhh...." Clearly pleased, Eddie smiled at both Colin and me, saying "There you go, shit," although the mood was a bit spoiled when he added "What's your name, kid?" Oh fuck, how dumb, I felt as I answered "Jacob." "Sexy. There you go Jacob. That's how to take a it. How'd it feel?" he asked. I contemplated what to say, and settled on "I-uh-I, that was incredible." Colin smiled broadly saying "Glad I could help kid, enjoy yourself," as he abruptly walked out the door, leaving just me and Eddie in the room. I looked at him with a question in my eyes. "Good, now that that fuck is gone, I can really have you," Eddie announced. _________________________________________________ Note from Mister23: Damn, sorry it took so long. Class and what not.

1. Clint Of course, I woke up early. Far too early; when I looked at my phone, it said 4:30 in the morning. I had tried to stay up as late as I could the night before, but finally crashed around nine. I hated jet lag. Being in a new and unfamiliar setting didn't help it at all. I turned on the light by my bed, and looked around my dorm room. It was very spartan; I hadn't been able to bring much more than the essentials on the long flight here. And, of course, in my case, the essentials had to include an entire bag of photography equipment. That was my carry-on. I had enough experience with jet lag to know that I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep after waking up like this. I had expected that. Last night I had looked at the campus gym's schedule. It would be open in thirty minutes, so I put on a pair of shorts and t-shirt. I also packed some regular clothes and some shampoo. Even early, the California morning was warm enough that I didn't need a jacket on the short walk to the gym. I got there right as it opened. I was the first person on the treadmill, but as I did my sprints, more people started to filter in. They all looked like faculty and staff, doing their work out before they started their workday. It was far too early for students to be here. Right around six, I finished my workout right, and went back to the locker room. It was still deserted. I stripped off my clothes, and found the steam room. I wanted to relax after the hard run. I sat down on the top bench and then let my eyes adjust to the dim light and thick steam. It took me several seconds to realize that there was another person in the steam room. He was sitting in the far corner on the lower bench. "Morning," he said. What little I could see through the dense steam was that he was a big man with a deep voice. "Morning," I replied. "Good workout?" "Yeah, man. Like to get here before it's too busy. Of course, all the students will get here today and tomorrow. Then it'll be packed" "Yeah, I got here yesterday afternoon." "You're a student?" he asked. "Yeah, freshman." "Damn. Don't usually see you guys here this early. Specially the freshmen." I inched a bit closer, trying to get a better view of the mystery man. Then, I realized that he was black. Although big, he looked like he was solid muscle. "I live in the Middle East," I said. "Still dealing with jet lag." "Must have been a long trip," he said. "24 hours, in total." "Fuck man, that's not long, that's endless. I'm Eli," he said. He stood up to shake my hand. He was naked. He had taken off his towel and had been sitting on it. "Clint," I said. I got off the bench and took his hand. I barely came up to his head, and seemingly no part of him was small: his hand engulfed mine. The rough skin of his palm spoke of a life of real work, not typing at a desk. Closer to him, I could see the dreadlocks hanging down his back, and how very muscular his body was. He spent plenty of time taking care of his body. My eyes drifted downward, across his broad chest and his washboard abs. There was a bit of hair on his abs, some of it grey. He was older than I had first thought. The trail of hair pulled my gaze down further, where I was almost afraid to look. I nearly gasped when I saw the size of his cock. I knew that black men were supposed to be well endowed, but he had the biggest dick I had ever seen, in real life or even in my forays with online porn. Fat, long, and thick, it hung like a sleeping python between his legs. He noticed me staring. "Like what you see?" he asked. I swallowed, and then realized I was no longer in Kuwait. I was in California. What I had fought to suppress for so many years suddenly no longer mattered. "It's impressive," I said, not knowing what else to say. He still had my hand in his, and he guided it down to his cock. My stomach did a flip: it was equal measures of excitement and fear. "Go ahead," he said. I let go of his hand, and wrapped my hand around his cock. I had touched another man's cock only a few times before, childish explorations over brief trips back to the US. I knew enough never to let on what had happened when I got back to the Middle East. But now, in college, in the US, everything was different. His thick shaft more than filled my hand and it was heavy, warm, and alive. As I ran my hand along it, his cock twitched, getting harder. My own dick was rapidly hardening as well, already straining against the towel I had wrapped around my waist. I returned to the head of his dick; it was now swollen and hard. "First time?" Eli asked. "Uh, yeah. Sort of," I said. "Don't worry, it's alright. You have to start somewhere." He put his arm around me, drawing me closer to him. His arm was muscular and heavy on my shoulder, and even in the heat of the steam room, I could feel the warmth of his body. "Of course, mine's not an easy one to start with. But I'm sure you'll do fine." With his other arm, Eli reached down and undid the knot on my towel. It dropped to the floor, leaving me naked and painfully erect. "Don't worry. No one will disturb us here," he continued. "Or, if they do, we'll be giving them quite the show, huh?" He tossed his head, getting a stray dread back over his shoulder. He had a closely trimmed goatee, black hair, also with a few strands of grey. It was hard for me to tell how old he was; when I first saw him, I thought he might be in his twenties, but now I realized he was at least in his late thirties, maybe even older. The age only enhanced his masculinity. He had experienced the world, and of course knew what he liked and what he wanted. He pulled me ever closer to him, and grabbed my cock. "You've got a nice one yourself," he said. Eli was being generous. In comparison to his penis, mine barely even registered. It was a little over seven inches, and right now, it was harder than it had ever been before. Any more stimulation, and I was going to shoot a pent-up load of sperm, all over his body. "Thanks," I managed to moan. He leaned in, and gave me a peck on the lips. I hadn't expected this; it seemed totally out of character for a stud like him to kiss another man. I was shaking in a combination of fear and excitement. "Relax," Eli said. "It's going to be ok." I wanted a closer look at his cock. Trembling, I knelt down, getting my head right on level with his dick. It was a monster, almost as fat as a soda can. It seemed like it was a foot long, although I knew it was probably only eight or nine inches. To think that men had taken it in their mouths, or even up their asses seemed impossible to me. But, at the same time, I wanted to do exactly that, to know what it felt like inside me, to have some connection with this stud. I ran my hand down his sculpted abs, feeling his trimmed hair and pubes. His black pubic hair was flecked with grey. Suppressing all fear, I leaned in and kissed him right at the base of his cock, my tongue flicking as much as I dared against his skin. He tasted exactly like I dreamed a man would taste, a mix of sweat, condensation from the steam room, and an indescribable other. I had never tasted it before, but even after just the first taste, I immediately wanted more of it. I wasn't sure if I was ever going to be able to get enough of it. When he put his hand on the back of my head, I was momentarily terrified that I had gone too far. But rather than shoving me away, he held me in place. "You like that?" he asked. I could only nod. "It feels good," he continued. "Like the taste of my pre-cum?" That was what I had tasted. It was another man's fluid. And I had loved it. I nodded again. "There's plenty more where it came from," he said, as he pushed my head back, the rest of his massive cock coming into view. At the tip, right along his piss-slit, there was another milky bead forming. I abandoned any shame or fear, and leaned in to lick it up eagerly. "Fuck yeah boy. That's what I need this morning." The pre-cum had tasted good when I licked it off of Eli's skin. Now, it tasted amazing when I drank it right from the tap. I opened up wider, taking more of his cockhead into my mouth. I had never done this before, sucking on another man's cock, much less a stranger's cock in an anonymous locker room. But it felt like the most natural thing in the world. It was what I was always meant to do. I looked up at him; he was staring down at me, watching me. "Don't stop boy. It feels fucking awesome," he said, smiling. "Just watch your teeth, and you'll do fine." I didn't want to stop. My own cock was throbbing, and I fought the urge to reach down and stroke it. If I did touch it, I would shoot in seconds, and I needed Eli to cum first. I needed to see another man, a real man, cum thanks to my efforts. I stretched my mouth wide, and was able to fit his cockhead and a tiny bit of his shaft in my mouth. "You're doing well," he said. His hand was still resting on my head. He had one finger gently stroking my ear as he guided me up and down on his cock. Eli's voice was deep and masculine, but there was no edge, no anger or roughness to his tone. We were both getting something we wanted: Eli, his massive black cock was getting serviced; me, I was getting trained in sucking dick. "Don't worry," he continued. "It's big and you're a beginner. You don't have to take it all the first time." Then, he stopped talking; the only sounds was the occasional hiss of the steam and the wet smacking of my lips as his cock went in and out of my mouth. He continued to drip pre-cum, and I continued to lick it up. I could have done this all morning, even all day. But, after a few minutes, his breathing got faster and deeper. "I'm gonna cum soon, boy. You want it?" I had known abstractly that sooner or later he was going to cum, but I hadn't thought about the details of his orgasm. Especially the crucial details like where he would shoot his load. I was about to ask him to pull out, but it seemed wrong to waste his seed like that. I wanted to taste it, and I wanted to go all in on my first time. I nodded in agreement, trying my best to say, "yes," even with his cock stuffed in my mouth. "Nice. It's going to be a big load," he said. He picked up his pace a bit, thrusting in and out faster than before. He kept his hand on the back of my head, making sure that he always went in just deep enough, but never too deep. "Oh fuck," he moaned, as his cock suddenly got very hard in my mouth. There was another thrust and then a spurt of hot fluid right into my throat. He had just cum, and I had just swallowed his load. He pulled out so his cockhead was just in my mouth, and the next spurt landed right on my tongue. It was bitter and salty but also sweet. As he had said, there was a lot of it. The third spurt had filled my mouth; some of it even dribbled out the sides of my mouth before I had a chance to swallow. "Oh yeah, drink it up," he moaned, as I got a fourth spurt filling my mouth again. Again, I swallowed his mouthful of cum and then ran my tongue over his cockhead. I got a good taste of his fresh semen. My stimulation prompted a fifth spurt; this was slower, and his cum was thinner and had less flavor. But I still licked all of it up eagerly, and continued to suckle on his cock. "Oh fuck," he almost yelped, pushing me off his cock. "Super fucking sensitive after I cum," he said by way of explanation. I shuffled back, giving him and his still massive tool a bit of room. "Thanks, Clint," he said, leaning over and giving me a quick kiss on the head. "Gotta get to work now," he said and walked out of the steam room. It had all happened so fast: I had just met him, then sucked him off, swallowed his cum, and now he was gone. I wondered if this was what gay life was really like: fleeting encounters with just first names, if even that much. It may have been unfulfilling to my heart, but my cock knew what it liked. I let myself stroke my throbbing cock. As I did, my tongue searched out the last few drops of Eli's cum and I savored the last few drops. It only took a few quick jerks, and my own shaft was soon spurting cum. It was a massive load, squirt after squirt draining from my balls, through my hard shaft and landing right onto the tile floor. When I had finally drained my balls, I stayed on my knees long enough to catch my breath. Even in the dim light of the steam room, I could see the large puddles of sperm on the floor. It felt like I had just shot the largest load of my life. In a moment of wild abandon, I stood up. I walked out of the steam room and left my load behind. I wondered who would discover it, and whom he would speculate had shot it. I rinsed off quickly before getting dressed. The locker room was still quiet and only one or two people were wandering around. There was no trace of Eli. I wondered how he had disappeared so quickly. I checked my phone for the time. It was only 6:45. My roommate, Greg, said he would be arriving in the morning, but I didn't expect him for at least several more hours. Walking back towards the dorm, people around campus were preparing for move-in day. Barricades and signs were scattered around the streets, and the first of the volunteers were getting to their assigned posts. The dorm was empty when I got back. Only a single person was at the check-in desk. I went up to my room, and began to unpack my things. I had brought only two suitcases with me; besides the carry-on with my cameras and a laptop, the rest were clothes and a few pictures to hang up. I would have to go shopping soon; on the long flights, I had already started to make a list of the things I needed or had forgotten. It was barely 8:30am when I was done with the first round of unpacking. Again, I left the sparse room, this time to seek out some breakfast. The cafeteria was also empty; I ate slowly, catching up on Facebook. My friends from school had scattered around the globe for college, many of them were moving in and getting adjusted, like me. After breakfast, I wandered around campus, getting my bearings, and watching the first of my fellow freshmen to arrive. Finally, an hour later, I got a text from Greg. "We're on our way. You settled in yet?" I texted him back, then headed back to the dorm. I wanted to be there when he arrived. At the dorm, there was already a line of cars in the driveway, each one packed full of stuff. I wondered if I had packed too lightly for the year, but remembered that there was always the Internet if I really needed to buy something. I read a bit while waiting for Greg to arrive. We had talked a bit online, and I knew he had been driving cross-country with his uncle. Also he had a car here at college; I hoped we got along because, aside from the whole roommate thing, the vehicle would be helpful. I also hoped that he was going to be cool about me. I hadn't hinted about being gay. In fact, I hadn't told anyone else; my world back in Kuwait was far too small for me to risk it. It seemed like I had been waiting all my life for the freedom of college. And now it was here. Lost in my thoughts, I just barely heard the key in the door. I put down the iPad, and got up just in time for the door to open. I immediately recognized Greg from the pictures. He had been hot in the pictures; in person, he was even better: thick dark hair, clean-shaven face, a trim, and fit body. I tried to act casual. "I'm Clint," I said, extending my hand. "Greg," he said. "Nice to finally meet in person. How was the trip here?" "Definitely good," I said. "The trip was long. Very long. Still jet-lagged. I woke up at four this morning." "Damn. That's not good. My Uncle Nate is dealing with parking," he said. "Want to come down and meet him?" He was smiling, his dark brown eyes examining every inch of my body. "Sure," I said. Even though we had exchanged barely fifty words, there was an immediate familiarity between us. "Looking forward to the year?" I asked. "Hell yeah," he said. "College!" "Right on," I said. He lead the way out the door, and I double-checked once more that I had my keys on me. "What about you? How was your trip here? Took almost a week, didn't it?" "Fucking amazing. But need a few beers before I can tell you all the stories from road." We took the elevator down. The entry way was now stuffed full with parents, volunteers, and the other students, all trying to check in, get their bags to the room, and meet everyone else. Greg immediately headed towards a hot middle-aged daddy type, thinning hair, with a defined, carefully trimmed beard. He was standing in a corner, smiling. He was clearly enjoying the parade of people and the bustle around him. "Clint, this is my Uncle, Nathan Telemann." "Nice to meet you, Mr. Telemann," I said. We shook hands. I could barely keep from just wordlessly staring at his beautiful green eyes. Standing next to him, I could also see that he had a great body; he was wearing a white t-shirt just tight enough to show off his pecs and with a v-neck just deep enough to expose his thick chest hair. He clearly took care of his body; his clothes showed it off, without being too flashy. I wondered if he was gay, but then I noticed a heavy silver band on his ring finger. I was momentarily flushed with embarrassment, to have those thoughts about my roommate's uncle. "Please, just call me Nathan. Or Nate," he said. "You get here alright? Greg said you had some long flights." "Yeah, got in late last night. And woke up far too early today." "Jet lag is a pain, definitely." He turned towards Greg. "The SUV is right out front." Then back to me. "I can buy you lunch if you help us drag all of Greg's stuff up to the room." "You don't have to get lunch, really. I have nothing better to do right now." "Wait until you see how much stuff he has before you turn down lunch," Nathan said to me. I followed the two of them out to the front driveway. Going down the stairs, I took the opportunity to carefully check out Nate's ass. He was wearing a well-fitted pair of shorts, and his ass was tight and muscular. Next to him, Greg was also in shorts, a hair taller than his uncle with an even nicer ass. At 6'0", I was taller than both of them, but around Nate, I felt like the short, awkward fat boy again. I wanted both of them to like me. I wasn't sure about first impressions I had made. They headed to a black Range Rover. I could see that the back was full of boxes. Nathan turned back to me, and I was pretty sure he had noticed me checking out his ass. "Yeah, as I said, Greg has not yet mastered light packing," he said. He was smiling, so if he had seen me staring, he didn't appear mind it. Greg opened one of the side doors, and grabbed a single box. It was obvious that it was heavy. "Why don't Clint and I carry stuff up, and you can try to organize all your stuff." Nathan said. "Good idea," Greg said. "I'll take this up to start?" "Sure, it's at least a start" he said, with a laugh. "Want to take these up?" Nathan asked me, handing me a two boxes. They were lighter than I had expected. I guessed clothes. Greg had already disappeared back into the building. "Yeah. You can follow me. I can show you where the room is." "I'd like that," he said. It almost sounded like he wanted to check me out as well. But it was all mixed signals: he looked like he was gay, I wanted him to be gay, yet he had the wedding ring on. "You live near here?" I asked, as he locked up the Range Rover and hefted two more boxes into his hands. "Yeah, about twenty minutes away. In good traffic. My husband and I have a house near the beach." He had effortlessly gotten all of the uncertainty out of the way. He had explained his wedding ring and answered many of my unaskable questions, all at the same time. "This way," I said. "We're on the fourth floor." He followed me, and we squeezed into the smaller of the elevators. He was shorter and more compact than me, but he was so confident and so masculine that he effortlessly dominated the tiny space. "Looking forward to college?" he asked me. "Yeah, I'm really excited. "How do you like Greg so far? Don't worry, you can be honest." "He seems like a good guy. I hope we'll get along well." "He's my nephew, so I'm biased. But yeah, I think the two of you will get along very well, once you get to know each other." The elevator stopped, and we got off. He followed me down the hall, where we dropped off the boxes for Greg to start unpacking. "Back down for more?" he asked me. "Yep," I said. There were several more trips to the Rover and back. As we went to and fro, Nathan and I talked about our respective trips to Southern California. After dropping off the boxes on our third run, we headed back to the elevator; this time it stopped on the third floor and a family entered, mother, father, and two college age girls. Nathan and I were quiet, while the women talked loudly about their decorating plans. It was clear the girl with the loud laugh was the new student. She eyed me a bit, checking out my chest looking at my ass in the elevator's mirrored walls. She obviously wanted to flirt more. But I was already in a very different world; Nathan had started to sweat from carrying the boxes and his masculine scent was intoxicating. I was struggling not to lean in to him just to inhale deeply. Only the other people kept me from doing it. "Greg said your family is all in Kuwait?" he asked me, once the loud family had gotten off, and we were back in a circle of calmness. "Yeah. My mom is American. Dad is German. I have an aunt in Boston, but we're not a very close family. I haven't even seen her in a few years. As I said, our family doesn't talk much." "So, really on your own out here?" "Yeah," I said. We had reached the SUV, and he put more boxes in my arms. He took a few more. "Wow. That was a lot faster than I expected. It looks like maybe only one more load. Couldn't have done it this quickly without you." "Happy to do it." We got back on the small elevator, this time we were alone. "You know what you want to major in?" he asked me. "Sorry. You're probably sick of answering that by now," he added. "It's alright. I want to be a photographer," I said. The smell of Nathan permeated the small space. It was hard for me to think clearly; I wondered how his goatee would feel against my beard. I tried not to wonder what his cock would taste like. "Really?" he asked. "I'm a photographer as well. We'll have to talk more sometime." The elevator opened. We dropped the boxes off at the room, and then we went back to the SUV. As Nathan predicted, it was the last load. By the time we got back to the room, Greg had put some boxes in the main room, and others in the free bedroom. "It's a little after eleven," Nathan said. "Want to do a quick shopping run, before it gets too crowded?" he asked. He turned to me, "Clint, you want to come with us? Found anything you've forgotten yet?" "Yeah, I'd love to. And I already have a list," I said. I went into my bedroom, and found the scrap of paper I had scribbled my shopping list on. I found my phone and wallet, and the three of us headed out. Nathan took us to a shopping center not far away. "Why don't you guys get what you need? I'll meet you here in twenty minutes?" He indicated where the shopping carts had been lined up. "Sounds good, Uncle," Greg said. Nathan headed back out the front doors. "Where's he going?" I asked. "He said he needed to make a quick client call. Probably just doing that." "He seems like a cool guy," I said. "Must have been fun to hang out with him the past week." "Yeah, I like him a lot. And his husband, Jason, is really nice as well. You'll have to meet him one day. And the trip was an amazing experience." I suddenly noticed that both Greg and Nathan had been curiously short on any of details about their week together. We each unfolded our list; surprisingly, mine was still much shorter than his. So far, I only needed a desk lamp, some paper and pencils, and a fan. Greg ended up loading his cart with food, supplies, and other things I hadn't even thought to need yet. We continued to talk, learning about each other. He had been a swimmer in high school, but wasn't sure about continuing in college. I told him about playing soccer; my first practice was going to be on Sunday. By the time Greg had announced he was done, his cart was nearly overflowing. "Nate is right; I'm not a light packer or quick shopper," he said. I had barely filled my cart. "We can share some of this, then the next trip we'll square it up." We went back to the front, where Nathan was waiting for us. "God, Greg, leave something for the other shoppers," he said, examining Greg's haul. We checked out then went back to the SUV. In the back, there were a few brown paper bags. "What's that?" Greg asked. "Some beer for the two of you. Be responsible, and I'll do your buying." "Sweet!" Greg exclaimed. "Wow," I said. "Thanks so much, Nathan." I hadn't expected such generosity or coolness from him. I was starting to envy Greg's luck in having such a hip uncle, or even family nearby. I suddenly realized how far I was from my family: parents and younger brother. If I had needed to call them at any point during the day, I'd be waking them up. With them thousands of miles, and many hours ahead of me, I was more alone than I had ever been before. We loaded up the bags of stuff, and then Greg jumped into the front of the SUV. Nathan lagged behind him. "You ok?" he asked me quietly. "You got suddenly quiet there." "Yeah, I'm fine," I said. I hardly knew the man; it was far too early to reveal a weakness, even one as simple and as expected as homesickness. "Good. Ready for lunch?" he asked me. "Sure," I answered. I climbed into the back seat, behind Greg. "There's a good sushi place near by," Nathan said. "Want to go there?" "Good for me," Greg said, and I nodded in agreement. It was only a five-minute drive away; on the way and while waiting for a seat, Greg and I talked about college, what classes we wanted to take and the activities we wanted to try. "Back in a second," Greg said right after we were seated. He headed to the bathroom. Nathan and I were alone again. "You're gay?" I asked. "You have a husband?" It was a little awkward coming out, but of all the things running through my mind, this was the one I most needed to talk about. I was still trying to understand what had happened this morning, and now, Nathan was bringing up all sorts of other emotions. "Yeah. We slipped in right in time, while we still could. You ok with that?" He still had a friendly tone, but it was clear I really didn't have the option to say no. "Oh yeah," I said. I stumbled a bit. "Me too," I said. "I mean, I'm gay as well." "I was wondering about that," he said, smiling. "Don't worry. Greg isn't going to have a problem with it. And do it at your own pace. I'm not going to tell him." He pulled out his wallet and found a slim card. He handed it to me, and then continued to talk. "Here's my info. Give me a call or text. You've got a lot big changes going on, and your family is far away." He had been staring me right in the eyes. I was unable to look away from his mesmerizing green eyes, but suddenly he looked up over my shoulder. "And especially call me if Greg's giving you trouble. I'll whip him into shape." I looked behind me. Greg was right there. "Yeah, right," Greg said, laughing. "I think Clint can take the two of us." He punched me lightly on the arm. His hands were warm, and even punching me, there was surprising gentleness to his touch. "What do you boys want to eat?" Nathan asked us. "I'm not sure. There is a lot back home, but it's all fish from the gulf." "I'll just order an assortment, and we can all share," Nathan said. The waitress came up. She obviously recognized Nathan. The two of them started a spirited discussion about was good that day. Finally, they managed to come up with what seemed like a very long list. Once the tea was served, Nathan held up his cup in a toast. "To your college adventures," he said. "Definitely," Greg said. "I'm sure Clint and I are going to have a lot of adventures together." I was still discretely staring at Nathan, trying to understand how he worked: between his body, his eyes, his smile, I couldn't quite comprehend it all. In my distraction, I almost missed Greg automatically including me; it was a kind and unexpected gesture this early in our acquaintance. "Agreed," I said, right as the first platter arrived. "So, Greg," Nathan said. "You know that you're not going to escape the camera yet? Clint wants to be a photography major." "Yeah, he told me. I think I'm totally used to it by now, especially after the trip here." Nathan gave him a wry smile, and we ate, continuing to talk about our plans for the year. Nathan had been more than generous with the food; by the time the last roll arrived I was stuffed. "Thanks, that was great," I said. "My pleasure," he said, as he tried to hide the details of the bill from us. He wasn't quite fast enough; and I was surprised by how much it was. Nathan had gone way above the call of hospitality in paying for the meal. "Back to the dorm so you guys can unload. Maybe even get unpacked a bit, Greg?" We got back into the SUV, once more with Greg and Nathan in the front, and I in back. As they talked a bit about plans, I pulled out Nathan's card. It was a narrow card, not a style I had ever seen before. One side was a picture, and the other side were his contact details. The picture was of Nathan, shirtless, smiling. His chest was muscular and furry, and the picture was cropped just slightly below his waist. I studied it carefully, but couldn't tell if he was naked or not. In addition to trying to figure out if he had anything at all on, I was also trying to figure out how old he was. But he was in those timeless decades of a man's life: for all I knew, he could have been a mature 30, or a young sixty. I sent him a quick message. "Clint. Just getting your number in my phone." Back at the dorm, we all pitched in to carry the all the bags up to the room. Once everything was in the room and the door was closed, we put some of the beer in the small dorm fridge to chill. Again, Nathan admonished us to be responsible drinkers; he might have been a very cool dad, but he was still very much a dad. I surveyed the room; there were boxes and shopping bags strewn around, all waiting to be unpacked and put away. "Looks like you boys have your afternoon plans already," Nathan said. He checked his phone, and then continued. "Jason will be here in a few to get me." "I'll go down with you," Greg said. He turned to me, "You want to join us? You can meet Jason, even if it just for a second." "Sure," I said. Already, I was a bit jealous of Jason. He got to go home with Nathan and he was going to spend the night with him. I realized it was irrational, but it was hard to deny the emotions. We locked the room, and headed back down to the street. We hung out by the corner, waiting for Jason to arrive. It wasn't long before a blue Element pulled up. Jason stepped out from the driver's seat. He looked extremely familiar, but with sunglasses on, I couldn't place him; he was just about Nathan's height, but had a bigger frame, more muscular, and with military-style high-and-tight haircut. Jason took off his mirrored sunglasses, and I suddenly knew who he was. He was a model and I had seen him in some photo sets online. There was one in particular, him undressing and jerking off in by a backyard pool, which I had stroked to innumerable times. "Clint, this is my husband, Jason," Nathan said, introducing us. "Jason, Clint." I held out my hand. Jason grabbed it, but pulled me into a hug instead. I wondered how much Nathan had already texted him about me. "Pleased to meet you," he said. "Keep Greg out of trouble, please?" "Of course," I said. I was trying not to pop a boner. I had just met one of my all-time wank fantasy men. Even worse, he was the husband of my new roommate's uncle; I was going to see him many more times over the course of the year. "Great to meet you," I stammered. Luckily it seemed like none of them noticed my embarrassment. Nathan reached into the car, and pulled out a small black CD case. "These are for you," he said to Greg. "Some pictures from the trip and other things." Greg took the case. "I'll take a look tonight." "Well, unfortunately, we should go," Jason said. "Traffic is only going to get worse." "Thanks again, for everything," I said, giving Nathan a quick hug good-bye. "Of course," he said. Whispering into my ear, he continued, "Let me know if you need anything. Or just want to talk." He hugged Greg good-bye as well, and then Greg hugged Jason. Nathan got in, and the two men drove off together. Now, It was just Greg and myself.

I got this very hot story. I did not write it. I want to know if anyone here is the author and can please add to it Please. Who knows what was different about that night at the Bathouse. Maybe there were fewer hot looking young studs around or maybe I was just getting bored with the same old plain boring sex. But I could tell something was different. I felt edgy--nervous--for some reason. Restless. I don't know how long I'd been there when I spotted this guy coming toward me. He was everything I avoided. On the tall side and skinny as hell and looked like he could've been twice my age. Almost skeletal looking with a hollow, gaunt face and dark circles under his eyes and big bony hands and feet. As he moved closer I saw that he had that searching, needy look in his dark eyes--eyes that started straight at me and didn't look away as we passed each other in the hallway. He creeped me out--sick looking fuck--but I noticed that I was fighting the urge to turn around and look back at him after we'd passed. I forced myself to keep my eyes fixed on the floor in front of me until we'd both rounded different corners. I quickly put him out of my mind when a slightly older, hunky daddy pulled me into one of the stalls, bent me over and stuck his tongue in my crack. I was starting to really grind my tight hole in daddy's face when someone pulled the curtain in our stall slightly open and I saw Sick Fuck standing there watching us. Daddy was so busy with his face in my crack he didn't even seem to notice but I was practically eye level with this fucker's towel-clad and rapidly tenting groin. I could tell this skin and bones stalker was sporting one huge fucking cock, and when he moved his towel and a thick, throbbing 8 inch mushroom headed uncut pecker bobbed in front of me, my own cock--barely semi hard all night so far--stiffened instantly and I couldn't take my eyes off him. Daddy had barely noticed Sick Fuck, still sucking on my hole, but I had to get that sick fucker's fat bone in my mouth. He stepped slightly into the stall and slid that oozing mushroom head past my lips straight to the back of my throat. I couldn't believe how I was getting off on this guy's dick but I couldn't get enough of that pecker in my mouth. I was rooting and slurping and gagging and groaning like it was the first blowjob I'd ever given and my own cock was starting to leak serious precum all over my feet. We went at it like that for a few minutes then Sick Fuck pulled his monster cock out of my mouth and took a step back so that I got another good look at him. Those huge, gaunt eyes stared straight at me that spit slick cum heavy shaft still bobbing in front of me. He nodded in the direction of the hallway, indicating that he wanted me to follow him. I was simultaneously repulsed and more turned on than I could remember being in I don't know how long. Every sane, rational thought in my head was saying No! Don't go with him! but suddenly I was pulling away from Daddy's mouth on my hole and not even bothering to pick up my towel, following Sick Fuck to his private room. He stepped in and waited for me to follow, then shut the door behind us and dropped his towel. I'd never felt so fucking freaky hot and turned on and scared shitless in all my life. I couldn't believe I was alone and naked with this pale, skinny, sickly fucker my eyes glued to that huge dick, made all the more grotesquely long and thick looking because of his skinny, emaciated frame. Part of me wanted to turn around and run the hell out of that room but I didn't move. Just stood there with my own dick pointing straight up and my eyes fixed on his drooling monster. You want it, don't you boy? he said in a soft slithery voice that sent cold chills up my spine. I felt a lump in my throat and swallowed hard, sensing he meant something besides the obvious. I could tell when you first looked at me in the hallway, he said. I knew what you wanted. I don't know how it was possible but my dick lengthened and hardened even more. He moved toward me and our cocks bumped against each other I felt his large bony hands with their papery feeling skin circle my slim waist and pull me closer, pressing our cocks together and then letting his hands roam over my firm butt cheeks. I felt his mouth bite my neck and my lick my ear. I'm going to make sure you get everything you want, he breathed in my ear. Then his mouth was on mine . .. and I was beyond shocked when I felt my mouth open and suck in his long tongue and heard myself groaning and moaning and grabbing his skinny butt and pulling him closer to me. I glanced at our reflections in the mirrored walls my tanned, muscular jock bod pressed against his pale, skinny, emaciated long limbs and suddenly I knew there was no turning back no leaving the room I knew he was right:--whatever IT was I wanted it. And I wasn't going to leave until I got it. I could literally feel my knees shaking as he pulled away and, putting both those big bony hands on my shoulders, pushed me down until I was eye level with that drooling monster prick of his I'd never seen anything quite like it. Maybe it was just the stark contrast of that long, thick, pulsing dick and his wasted looking frame. Glancing up at him I could see the outline of his ribs his thin skin stretched tight over his ample bones. He was looking down at me and his eyes looked black in the dim light. They were staring straight into mine as he started to move the fat, oozing head of his cock across my lips and chin, gradually starting to gently dick whip my face and making my own cock leap in response. Instinctively my lips parted and that huge mushroom head slipped past them into my mouth. Suck it, boy, he said in that same slithery but steely voice. Had I ever wanted anything in my mouth that much before? If so you couldn't prove it by the sudden slurping and grunting and groaning and dripping that followed. I took him all the way to the back of my throat, practically begging him to gag and choke me--which he seemed more than happy to do It had to have been the biggest cock I'd ever had in my throat--or maybe it was just that I'd never gone so fucking pig crazy over a dick in my mouth before. And when he pulled a bottle of poppers seemingly out of nowhere and stuck it under my nose and I took two long hard hits, I went goddamned out of my mind cramming as much of that cock down my throat as I could, grabbing his cheeks and grinding him into my face and making sounds I didn't even know I could make. Without taking his eyes off mine or taking his cock out of my mouth he leaned over and after sticking two fingers in his mouth, he found my hole and I felt the warm goo of his spit moisturizing my tight little pucker. I was still flying from the poppers so I groaned even louder and instinctively relaxed my ring to let those long bony fingers slide into me. There was no mistaking his intention. This sleazy bastard was planning to fuck me. The idea made me shudder--and my already hard as rock dick stick straight up between my legs. Was I seriously going to let this obviously--literally-wasted fucker put his big diseased cock inside me? What in holy hell was I doing on my knees in front of this zombie actually thinking about letting this sick fuck stick his King Kong dong up my fuckhole?? Normally I wouldn't be caught dead even giving a sleaze bag like this guy a second look much less opening up so he could stick a third finger in my cunt. He was finger fucking my hole now while he continued fucking my face with his meaty prick. I could hear this guttural sound coming from the back of his throat--it didn't sound quite human but it just made me grunt and suck and slurp and bounce up and down even harder on his fingers--now buried up to his knuckles in my hole. Sweet fucking hole, he said, sounding slightly out of breath, and trying to push a fourth finger inside me. Sweet fucking hungry hole knows what it wants, doesn't it boy? All I could do was moan harder and louder and open up wider. Show me that pretty hole, boy, he said, suddenly pulling his dick from my mouth and pulling me up on to the bed on my knees with my hole hanging off it. He made that low, guttural sound in the back of his throat again as he put those big hot hands on my cheeks and spread them apart. Then he spit so hard on my crack it felt like I'd been slapped and his tongue plunged into my crack and started to work its way inside me. driving me into an immediate pig fucker frenzy. I looked over at the mirror again and the sight of this walking dead man with his gaunt face buried in my round bubble butt was the fucking hottest thing I'd ever seen. I arched my back and ground my hole into that face and felt that tongue slide so far into me I thought he put in a finger again. Even with his mouth clamped on my hole he managed to find the bottle of poppers again and handed them to me. I took two more long hard hits and nearly thought I would black out. He obviously saw the effect it was having on me and quickly stood up and positioned a spit slick slimy monster cock between my slippery hole cheeks. We both know what you want, boy, he said, panting slightly. Your cunt knows what it wants. My dick knows what it wants. I felt the head of his cock slip just past my ring and a shudder moved through me from my head to my toes. But just as I thought he was going to push the rest of the way inside me just as I was instinctively relaxing my sphincter to try to accommodate that fat AIDS cock he slowly withdrew and reaching for what looked like a large plastic bag in a duffel bag beside the cot, he said, How much fun do you wanna have, boy? How far over the edge do you want me to take you ? Just when I thought I'd jumped off the deep end and couldn't possibly take another step over the line, this sick fucker managed to take me to another brink. I was trembling all over--again--and the knot in my stomach felt every bit as hard as my rock-rigid cock as I watched him pull what looked like an entire tool kit from that plastic bag. I'd never done any drugs except for smoking an occasional joint--and being a lost cause poppers whore. I didn't even know what I was seeing as he fished around in the bag a bit then told me to get back on my hands and knees on the bed. I knew you were a fucking cum slut waiting to happen the minute we made eye contact in the hall, he said in that stern, slithery voice that still gave me goose bumps. One look at you and I knew you were going to be mine. He was standing behind me but I could see us both in the mirror: my bubble butt jock hole up in the air and that slimy AIDS fucker taking whatever the hell he'd pulled out of that bag and starting to slip it into my boyhole. It felt hard a little grainy ... What are you doing? My voice cracked a bit as I felt his fingers pushing it further into me. Just relax, baby. It's just a little something to get us rolling here. You'll feel it any second now He must've been able to tell when I started to feel the burn. I started moving my hole around a bit on the bed and couldn't suppress a low moan as I felt the warmth starting to spread through me from my sphincter. Mmmmm yea my baby's starting to feel it already, he said, leaning over me and rubbing that slimy, precummy monster cock in my crack. When I felt that dick bumping my hole again I thought I might spurt right there on the spot. It was like a jolt of electricity shooting straight from my fuckhole to my scalp and the tips of my toes. I instinctively bucked my hips toward him, knowing I wanted that cock in me. But this guy had a plan and he wasn't going to be rushed. He rubbed his dick slowly in my crack, just barely poking the head into my sphincter and driving me goddamn fucking crazy. I was whimpering like a puppy but also couldn't take my eyes off the image of us in the mirror--this scrawny, bony, pale as paste bastard with his big bony hands on my boy butt and his thick schlong rubbing and probing my crack. None of it seemed quite real even though I was harder and hornier than I'd even been in my life. It was even more surreal when he reached again for the plastic bag and I saw him take out what looked like two small syringes and a couple of long rubber bands. His dick was still stoking the fire at my hole and I could feel my hole quivering but I was wide eyed and scared as fuck when I saw him wrap one of the rubber bands tightly around his skinny bicep. He saw me watching him in the mirror and his mouth stretched into the most evil, terrifying grin I'd ever seen. Are you ready, boy? he said Are you ready for me to take you where you've never been before? What is that? I said, feeling that knot in my stomach again and feeling simultaneously terrified and turned on as hell. It's something that's going to help you be the fucking pig whore you were born to be, he said, taking one of my arms in his hands. It's the point of no return, baby. He wrapped the other rubber band around my own muscular arm. It's what you've been waiting for--you just didn't know it. He wrapped the band and pulled it tight. You know what you want, don't you boy? He looked into my eyes in the mirror. You know what I'm going to give you, don't you? All my bugs into ur Neg cunt. Did I know? Had I known all along? Did I know the minute that I saw that sick fuck in the hallway that I was going to end up here naked in this room with his cock in my crack, about to watch him stick a needle in my arm? Did I know I was going to end up out of my mind with fucking pig lust for that AIDS cock and that I'd be begging this suck fucker to pump a hot thick toxic load of his creamy AIDS cum into my sweet boyhole? I could've saved myself. Instead, feeling my whole body tremble and my cock throb I watched him take the other needle and I watched it stick my arm and watched the liquid seep into me and then i watched the transformation. I watched the muscular, pretty young jock boy I'd been turn into a writhing, squirming, grunting, groaning wild eyed cum pig begging that for that sick AIDS monster cock to fill me up. I watched that slimy, oozy toxic fuck stick slide all the way up my boy cunt and I saw my hole back down on it and felt myself open wide to take him in and I heard myself begging: begging for more begging for everything he had to give me. Tell me what you want, his voice slithered in my ear as he started breathing harder. Tell me, baby. I want your cock, I moaned. I didn't even have words to describe how I was feeling at that point. Lust spread through me like someone was pouring lava down my throat and shooting it up my hole. What else? he murmured. What else do you want? He somehow reached behind him and managed to open the door to our room. Anybody walking by would be able to see and hear us. Tell me what you want, fucker, he demanded. I want your fucking cum! I said. You want what? he said. A couple of guys walking by saw us and stepped into the room. I want your fucking hot cum! I said. Fuck yea! one of the guys said. He was a larger, older version of the sick fuck who was ramming his cock deep in my fiery hole. Give the little whore that hot seed! Is that what you want, baby? he said. Do you want my hot toxic AIDS seed deep in your gut? Holy fucking god-damn hell yes!!! Shoot your goddamn motherfucking AIDS cum up my hole!! I heard myself yelling it out loud, not caring who heard. Not caring who saw. When he unleashed an explosion of dirty poz cum in my guts we both hollered and within minutes at least five men were standing beside the bed, their dicks pointing toward my hole, waiting for a turn at my now oozing, impregnated hole. I took them all--a fat fuck who looked old enough to be my grandfather some wasted fucker who looked like he just wandered in from a homeless shelter a couple who tag teamed me for what seemed like an hour before both unloaded in me--twice--and at least a half dozen others while my sick fuck AIDS daddy kept his cum coated schlong in my mouth and continued to whisper in my ear that his devil seed was now deep inside me . .. that he was inside me and that from that moment on I belonged to him. From them he lined up more diseased cock for me to be a cum dump to. I added some to this and edited to my tastes. I have shot at least 50 loads to this story. Please help. If you can do this to me using whatever chems u want please let me know. I live in Dallas Texas now.

Hi, I'm Calvin and I would say I'm straight. However I once had a dream that I had bareback sex with a guy and it has always turned me on whenever I think about this dream. All I remember is my cock being totally lubed up, and a guy who had a perfect big juicy tanned ass was on all fours in front of me, his hole was perfectly lubed up as well and he just backed into me. My long, thick and hard cock struggled to enter his hole at first, and then there was a pop and the head went in, and then the rest of it dissapeared inside his ass, and we kept on going. The dream was so vivid it was incredible, strings of lube went from the base of my cock to his ass as he backed up and moved forward, my balls ached at how tight, warm and wet he was. And then I unleashed a huge creamy load deep in his ass, and kept my cock in until it began to got semi hard. I pulled out and a stream of my hot white cum just trickled out of his asshole. Since then I've always wanted to re-enact that dream. I came across this forum and thought I would share. I can upload some pictures of my cock if people want to see it I don't know how this forum works but I hope you enjoyed my story.

I had met him on BBRTS a year earlier. He lived about two hours away, but there weren't many men where I lived, and his profile piqued my interest. It said he was 30, versatile, and it provided two photographs of a sexy dude with a nice cock in bed. HIV status: ask me. I contacted him with my bugchasing profile. He was interested, but said he didn’t know his status, adding that he preferred not to know so that he wasn't culpable of pozzing guys. We talked off and on for a few months trading fantasies. A re-occurring fantasy of his was that of fucking drunk college boys from the large school in his town and pozzing their asses with unmedicated cum. At the time I was mostly just fantasizing. I had taken an undetectable poz load once or twice a year earlier, and honestly wasn’t sure about this guy, but I knew I wasn’t going to drive two hours to find out if he was legit. And if he was poz and unmedicated, I wasn’t ready for that either. I lost track of him after about a while. A year later I spot him online again and by chance I would be driving near his town, so I contacted him. This time he didn’t hesitate to tell me he had recently been confirmed as POZ, and was still unmedicated. The last bloodwork had shown a viral load of 97,000. He mentioned he had been thinking of calling me, and so I found we ended-up talking about what he wanted to to do me. His voice was masculine and projected a cocky jock attitude. He told me to call him when I hit the road for my trip. A few weeks later, I was ready to drive. I called him after a few minutes on the road. He wanted to meet at a bookstore right off the highway. It wouldn’t add a minute to my trip. I was losing excuses to avoid his toxic load at the last minute, like on-the-fence chasers like me do sometimes. We talked for a few minutes then he said something that clinched it. He wanted to talk to me the entire way until I was at the bookstore, when I was 30 minutes away he would head towards it to meet. We perved for 30 minutes, my cock out and dripping precum as I drove. He wanted me inside a booth with a jock on ready to be pozzed. My heart pounded and I edged my cock as he told me about his latest escapades fucking his raw load into college boys. His favorite thing to do was fuck safe sex only bottoms. He bites the tip off of the condoms he uses, with his cock penetrating skin on skin while the ring and base of the condom remain in place. He relishes in the times the bottoms reach back to make sure there is a condom, feeling the latex ring and relaxing their holes to receive his death seed thinking they are safe from harm. I oozed precum as he told me of the many safe-sex boys to find themselves drunk, questioning if he came in their ass after being slammed full of his cock and cum. He assured them it was just extra lube he had used so his cock wouldn’t hurt them, and reminding them they saw and felt the condom. I was at the exit for the book store, so I telephoned him, saying I was pulling off the highway, and would be there shortly. He replied saying he was five minutes from the book store. We hung up as I parked. I was shaking with excitement as I tucked my cock into my waistband and went inside the metal building where I paid the admission fee and entered the video area. The video booth area was cleaner than any I had seen before. They looked brand new. There weren’t any gloryholes, and unfortunately, I was alone. I had asked him to be verbal so that others could know I was getting poz fucked. Maybe next time. I picked a booth and stripped my shirt and pants off, leaving me standing in a jock, athletic socks, and tennis shoes. He texted saying he was entering the store. The cracked booth door pulled open, he stepped in and closed it behind him. My dick was dripping precum all over the floor in a way it never had before. I dropped to my knees and pulled out his cock. It was about seven inches, decently thick, cut, with a big head. I licked his precum before deep-throating and working his cock. All the while complementing my skill at sucking his cock, he talked to me like the faggot slut I was, telling me I was going to submit to his toxic cock and get his AIDS strain I stood up and turned my hole towards his direction. I bent over and braced against the wall of the booth. He plunged his cock into my ass rough. His dirty talk was beautiful. Nonstop poz domination, telling me how I would succumb to and get sick from his unmedicated toxic poz seed. I ached for it and rocked my ass against him to take his cock deeper. He ground my ass like this for what seemed like 15 or 20 minutes, roughly handling my neg jock body, slamming me against the wall, tightening his hand around my neck as he made me beg for AIDS. He made me promise to stay off meds and pass it to college studs who will fall for my hot jock body, all while impaling me with his raw cock. He was ramping up to blowing his load of cum, and it was all I could to do hold my load in and wait for him to climax. I had been gripping my cock still the entire time, on the brink from the first penetration. As he grunted with the release of the first rope of toxic cum into my gut I pulled down on my cock, putting pressure on the skin on the head and shot all over the booth wall. His pace slowed and he continued to grind his cock in and out of my hole for another minute or so.. My post cum regret was quickly sinking in. Fucking idiot fag slut, taking unmedicated poz seed on purpose. This always happens. But this time was the shortest yet. I hurried out of the booth, but by the time I made it to my car I was hard. A minute after driving away I found myself texting him, making plans for my next seeding.

This is only my second go at this, guys (and it's a true story) so I hope y'all enjoy! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- One night a few months back, I had to work late. We had a server crash and I was tasked with trying to collect as much data as I could. I ordered Chinese and as the sunset in the western sky, my eyes were burning and my patience was running thin. Not that I have a boyfriend to go home to, but hell---watching porn, watching the Golden Girls, or sleeping was better than this! I glanced down at my phone and it said 8:11. I decided to call it a night, and closed my workstation down and headed for the exit. I took a detour to the bathroom to take a leak---it’s a 15 mile drive home and there’s roadwork after 8 on the expressway. As I am pissing and enjoying the feeling of release, I glance over toward the sink and notice a sharps container. I work with some older folks, many of whom suffer from diabetes, so it makes sense, logically. Yet, my mind saw the biohazard symbol and my dick immediately started to swell (thankfully I was done pissing). Bad thoughts at work are hot in fantasies, but nothing worth someone coming in and then having an issue that would land me in the unemployment line. So, I zipped up, washed up, and headed towards my car. On the ride home, while trying to enjoy the swell in my dick, I pull out some poppers from my console (hey, you never know when that trick asks you to come over on your lunch break!) and huffed. That biohazard symbol kept coming back to me. I had to focus on the road, but my dick focused on that red and black symbol I craved. Wait---it was the second Wednesday of the month! On the second Wednesday of the month, our local sex club (Manifest) hosts a “Poz 4 Play” night. I am neg, and had always glanced at it and moved past it at home on my computer. Either the guys going weren’t really my type, I was too chicken shit to actually commit to going, or had something going on. Needless to say, I was torn---but being a member of this site has pushed me further and further to what will someday become (hopefully) a reality---the poz swimmers will take root and give me what I crave. I pull into a gas station, change into a jockstrap I had from baseball practice (earlier that week---sweaty too, hehe) and hopped back in my car. So, another huff and I plug the coordinates into my GPS---and 20 minutes later I am there. I’m in the parking lot. Car is running, the air is thick and humid, and the broadcaster is going on about the Braves dropping a game to the Padres. Moment of truth---do I take a chance and go? Or cut and run back home to porn and bed. Poppers---poppers like a magic 8 ball will guide me. I slowly inhale, and relax. I breathe out and release the day---I slowly get out from my car and make my walk to the door. I pay my money, and the door guy gives me a wink and says “You’ll be popular tonight young man” (Oh yeah, I’m 29, white, blonde hair, ice blue eyes, 8c, and an ass made of velvet). I nodded and gave him a smile and walked in. He then said, “Hey kid, have fun” and tossed me a small bottle of lube. Yep---I was in the right place. To give you some backgrounds, Manifest isn’t like a bathouse. You can’t walk around full on naked because there aren’t showers, there aren’t towels, and there isn’t a gym. It’s a straight on sex club. There are rooms (some that lock and some that don’t, and some with and without gloryholes). I walked through the place and saw some porn playing, some noises from some of the rooms and the smell of plywood the place was built with and the dim glow of some dirty lightbulbs lighting the place. I find a darkroom in the middle. Now, I love anonymous sex. I love being face down ass up blindfolded for men to come in and fill me. I don’t want them to see me and I don’t want to see them. I want their cum in me and that’s it. And, I invite bottoms over for the same treatment. It’s just easier that way---no names, no drama, no fuss. But, this was poz night. Walking in the place is certainly a step in and of itself, but taking that next step to walk into the dark room was something different. Again, the brown bottle in my hand did the trick. A little huff and I walked in. Not only did I walk in, I pulled my pants down and exposed my jockstrapped ass. I applied some lube, turned towards the wall and heard the floorboards creak. A hand, two hands caressed my fuzzy ass. The top then felt my smooth hole and grunted in delight. He used the lube to slather up his dick---this was it. I didn’t turn around (not that I could see anything anyway) and huffed again. He slid in just as the poppers kicked in. He went balls deep in the first thrust and I knew then what a pig felt like. Feeling his abs as he pounded me with his thick cock put me into outer space. I tuned out all noises, distractions, and other men to focus on THIS man giving me the seed I craved. It was all about him---in that moment. He fucked me hard and rough for a few minutes with a decent sized cock until the pace picked up, the breathing labored---and then it happened. A poz load up my ass. Not my first by any means, but first in a setting like this. Time had stopped, I’d just succumbed the moment. And as soon as he pulled out and I was about to get up, another one replaced it. I was in complete shock and complete bliss. All those nights reading stories on Breeding Zone and now, here I am! Again, the brown bottle shit everything else off except that poz dick up my hole---and that's the way I both wanted it to be and the way it should be. I must’ve taken 5 or 6 loads, before one burly muscular hairy bear guy whispered “I’ve seen your neg ass looking at my profile on BBRT---so enjoy this load” and popped it in me. I never understood how guys lost track of how much cum they took until that night. It was different---taking them all at once rather than one off situations where one guy dumps his load in me at home and leaves. This was special---and I loved it. My ass then needed a break and I needed a shower, so I pulled up trou and quickly made my exit. A rather inglorious and unromantic end to an evening I won’t soon be forgetting. This was 3 months ago, and I’m still neg, and still planning on going back and taking more poz cum.

Some jealous cunt reported my facebook page for Explicit content when I posted a link to my new video on Twitter. It automatically posted it to my facebook page. I've done it many times before and no issue. I have appealed but don't know how long it will take to find out if I am permanently deleted or not. So for those of you who follow me on Facebook, that is why I am no longer on there. I have 5K friends on that profile and obviously one is a cunt. If you don't like my content, unfriend me. No need to cause problems for others. First I get banned from xtube of all places, now facebook. At least I'm safe here on BZ. Maybe I'll do like I did with xtube and create a new profile, but if it can't be TIger Milner I'm not sure I want to. Maybe I'll use Banned4good like I did on xtube. I'll keep you posted. Here is a link to the video. It is hot. http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=X96tk-G407-

This is actually a true account... I met Coco through a mutual acquaintance. I was still new to parTying and had few to no reliable connections to hook me up with parTy supplies. So I accompanied my friend S***** when he offered to introduce me to his dealer.I was a bit freaked to say the least, especially once we were turning onto his street, which was in the heart of a bad neighborhood in Central PHX. We got to his place and knocked, and that was how I met Coco. Nothing to swoon over, he was about 5'10" and someone who would check the "more to love" box if he filled out a dating profile. He was a complete asshole. I was told he was bic and that he had an 11" cock. He was part black, white, and PRican. Anyways he gave me his number and told me to call if I needed to stop by again. I started going on my own, and after a few transactions when he decided I was cool, he told me to chill for a bit and handed me a bong. He had to show me what to do. So he tells me to hit it a few times and I'm higher than I have ever been before up to that nite. We start talking and he starts up the porn he had been watching before I arrived. It was a straight porn, but the dudes got me horny. We kept smoking and do some hot rails. I'm so f'd up by this point my lips get loose and I ask if he is really as hung as I had been told. He said yeah, but I asked him to prove it. He dropped his bball shorts, no undies and sure enough, a girthy uncut and hardening 11" cock jumped out of the waistband and slapped his stomach... he told me I could touch it if I wanted, so I got off my chair and climbed on his bed with him. He took off his muscle tee and before I knew it I was sucking his cock in nothing but a jockstrap I decided to wear that evening just in case I decided to hit up Chute... He asks me to lay on my stomach and put a pillow under me and handed me his bong again. He was saying my ass and running his cock up my ass crack and over my just shaved hole. He asks if I have ever had anyone that big up my ass. I tell him no. And freak out a little. I feel him lubing me up with massage oil, and he asks if I played safe, because only fucked with conforms. I said usually safe and he said cool. Next thing I know he is rolling a magnum down his cock. I was so nervous and tensed up. He tried for 25 mins to get in me,but I couldn't relax, especially knowing he had house guests who could return at any time. He didn't have a bedroom door and his room was was right off the living room and front door, which was also open since he had a security door. Anyway, he finally gave up, I got dressed and left. Nothing happened again until about a year later. I showed up at his place on Halloween night, drunk and needing some Tina to sober me up. I stopped at an ABS first to get a cockring and some Gun Oil because I needed them. This store had an underwear section. I found a jockstrap I liked and decided I'd buy it since I was drunk and impulsive. I got to his place and somebody else answered the door, and I followed him to Coco's room. I smoked a bowl real quick, but was still pretty buzzed. I asked if I could jump in his shower to try and sober up, plus I was sweaty from dancing all nite. He said yeah and handed me a towel. It was kinda a small I found when I was drying off. I left my backpack by his desk and had just the jock I had just purchased. So I put it on and put the towel around my waist, which barely reached. I came out of the bathroom and they were both still smoking and surfing porn. I sat down on the bed and they passed me the bong. His houseguest asked if I slammed, I said only a couple times and he asked if I wanted to since he hated doing it alone. I said sure. He tied a rubber hose around my bicep, found a vein immediately,and administered what was about .45... it was strong and as soon as he released the hose and raised my arm I was coughing and was rushing. I just laid back into his pillows and started rubbing my nips and chest. I started to sweat and undid my towel to wipe my face and neck, laying there in just a cockring and jockstrap. He slammed next while Coco did hot rails, he didn't like needles. I start rubbing my clock through the pouch and the friend starts massaging me, and tells me to turn over, pulls my hold back and up and tongues my hole while Coco watches and is rubbing his cock through his bball shorts. Then the friend goes to his bathroom to piss and shower. I'm still buzzed, rushing, and high as a kite. I take my jock off, and am just stroking to some BB porn on my laptop. Coco tells me to show him my ass... and asks if he can take some pics. I say sure, just no face shots. He asks when I last took some dick, which I truthfully admitted not recently. It had been about 4 months. He tells me he still wants to fuck me, especially since he wasn't able to get it in the last time. He said he would hook me up with more Tina as trade. I was so high I a agreed. So he starts to rim me and play with my hole, I hand him the bottle of Gun Oil I just bought and he pours it all over my ass and works it in my hole, he goes to his desk for a second and gets a good sized shard and works it into me. It burns but its nothing I cant handle. He is now naked and stroking his huge cock. The friend comes back in wearing just boxers and has a new slam prep led for me. Again he administers it, I cough again, only longer because its stronger. We open up the blinds to his patio door and his window. He lived in a crush, but seedy apt complex that had a mostly gay population. He puts me on my back while the friend is kicking back, smoking and stroking. He asks if I'm ready and I nod... I just assumed he wrapped up based on our safe play only conversation,so when he asked how his raw cock felt in my bare hole I kinda got nervous and started to tighten up. He said not to worry, he was clean and rarely barebacked, especially with gay dudes. I finally relaxed and my body started to loosen up, as did my very stretched and very cock stuffed hole and he was only halfway in. He added more lube as he slowly sank more of his 11" into me. He told his friend to take some pics of him opening me up. And next thing I know one of his regular customers enters through the patio door. He didn't know I was a bottom so was little surprised to see me with Coco's dick balls deep in me. So he is watching and smoking, and Coco pulls out so I can get on all fours. His customer is comments on my "phat bubble butt" and how he never woulda guessed I was a bottom and never woulda guessed I had such a nice ass because I always had on baggy sweats or dickies workpants and oversized tees that hid my ass. Coco spreads my bubble butt cheeks and adds more Gun Oil, then starts to reenter me and my still tight, but willing asshole. Coco just keeps telling me how hot my hole is. How tight, warm, wet, and soft it is, how hot it feels every time I tighten up and work my ass muscles. I am meaning into a pillow when I am given the bong to hit, which I hit hard and blow some massive clouds as I am being fucked bareback by my drug dealer and his huge raw uncut cock. I can feel him precumming in me as he is fucking me. Before long he is fucking me deeper and faster so I know he is about to blow. He had already told me he would pull out, but never did. He just kept fucking me, fucking his load into me and lubing my hole with his cum. He finally pulls out and can't believe how good my ass felt, better than any pussy and no fears of me getting knocked up. I needed something to drink, so put on my jock, my sweatpants and hoodie and walked next door to Circle K for Gatorade. On my way back I saw his regular leaving. He saw me and invited me to co.e smoke and chill with him across the complex, his girlfriend was staying with a friend. I agree, and we get to his place, I immediately take my hoodie and sweatpants off and go get cleaned up in his bathroom. When I return he has a bi porn on his flat screen and a loaded bong. He is in a muscle shirt and bball shorts. He looks rough in the face, but has a pretty hot body from what I can see. We pass the bong back and forth and then he loses his clothes and is stroking his cock. I decide to blow him without asking, he gets harder in my mouth. After I kneel down on the floor and jerk off while I am sitting up straight. The next thing I feel is his hand pushing my shoulders forward and bending me over. He spits on my hole, then his cock and mounts me from behind. He is nowhere near as big as Coco, but still above average and grabs my hips while he long strokes his raw cock in and our of my just fucked hole. He hits all the right spots and before I know it I am cunning, which makesy hole spasm and tighten around his cock, causing him to lose his load too. He pulls out and then eats my hole. Tells me my ass is amazing and so much better than his girl's pussy. It was a good night.

I was dripping sweat and getting ready for an easy day after my workout. I was up early to hit the gym before work, but on the way I was called off for the day. With pay. Heading to the lockerroom I was thinking abouthat rubbing out a nut in the showers. I love shooting my batter all over the floor, walls, and shower knob for the straight men to walk in, see, and touch. My phone vibrated next to my visably swollen cock in my gym showers. Freeballing is best in basketball shorts. It was a text from a gifter that travels through my area occasionally. I had been loaded up by him in the outhouse at a nearby park months earlier. He had never before actually found a chaser down for a verbal poz gifting. And he had it to give. Dirty pervy talk of blasting toxic cum in my ass, christening my membership into the brotherhood. That breeding, hot as it was, didn't convert me. I test several times a year, last neg on all accounts. I want to know the moment I carry the gift. Toxic. Fresh. HVL. He was back in town for a day, carrying some party favors. Here I was. A day where I was off work, no one knew I was off, and I could slip away for 7-9 hours. 30 minutes later I pulled up to the hotel with a raging boned tucked into my waistband leaking precum onto my happy trail, filling my bellybutton. I walked to his room heart pounding. The door was cracked and I walked in. I took no time stripping to nothing. He wasted no time asking how I wanted the bump. "Fucked into my ass, on your cock. Please." He snorted some, then placed a few rocks behind his dick head as I bent over on the cheap bed, offering him my ass with a dollop of my spit as lube. He placed his cock head on my pink hole and slammed it base deep. He had prepared with a strong dick pill and a rubber cock ring. His bone stayed rock hard, despite the t. "Yea take that Tina into your hot pussy. You love that poz cock don't you?" I did. I pushed back moaning, begging for him to destroy me. I felt burn then rush of the drug. This is what I am. A faggot cumdump for all loads. To be used up in service of men. He came quickly the first time. Keeping buried -and rock hard- he blasted 4 loads into my neg hole that day over the course of 6 hours. During the long session, he admitted he was on meds currently. We agreed next meeting he will take a med vacation a month before. He should be going off now for the next meet.

Just my .02, but... Bottoms are a dime a dozen no matter where you go. 5'8 200 won't likely ring any bells. But more to the point what does that 5'8 200 look like from front and side. The two pics you posted wouldn't make me open the ad. You don't mention your health status. On prep? Neg, just tested? Poz? Undetectable? Other std? Any or all of those need to be addressed. People, especially younger guys, don't want to travel very far usually. They at least want to know what part of town you are in. Better yet what motel you are in. The old "DL" or anonymity thing is wearing thin these days. The more info the better. You somehow have to set yourself apart from the sea of other bottoms out there. You aren't super picky, so that's good, but maybe throw in specific likes, not just bottom...

Last month, during October i spent a few days in L.A. and i hosted several gangbangs on me, where i was the only bottom, taking loads anonymously. The total loads count was about 100. The most i had for a day was around 30 loads. Can't say how amazing it was! my hole kept pulling cum out for 2 days after! Actually, it was my first time as a true cumdump for so many guys! and i hope to continue doing this in my next trips to the US (i am not from there unfortunately). Also, i don't have pictures or videos, a few guys took some but didn't send .. (so if you are one of them, let me know, i would love to keep some memories). Maybe next time i will video tape it so everyone will enjoy ! If you have any questions, feel free to ask Btw, my nickname here is the same as mine on BBRT

6: CLARK POV Joey: "I have one." Clark -smiling-: "Oh yeah? What is it?" He stood up and did a body spin. Damn his body is sexy, and that ass. Clark: "I think I know what you're getting at." I stood up and I grabbed his arm. I kissed him hard on the lips, and he happily reciprocated. I pulled him away from our kiss and threw him to his knees on the couch. Clark: "Fuck yeah, this is what's next. This what you have in mind Joey?" I spit on my dick and pressed it against his ass, not hard enough to penetrate. He moaned for it. Joey: "Oh fuck." I pressed it against him again, and grinded against him. He just kept letting out moans. I spit on my fingers and fingered him for a second longer before I spit on my dick. All I did was insert the cock head and pull out and his moan hit a peak. Joey: "Oh Uncle Clark, just fuck me please." Clark: "Oh yeah boy? Is that what my little nephew wants?" Joey: "Oh god fuck me please!" I inserted my dick in just passed the head and pulled out again. Clark: "Some of that?" Joey: "Oh fuck! Yes! Please!" I slammed my entire penis in, held his hips tight against my pelvis while his cute little ass caught up with the change. He squealed a little bit, took his breaths, but it fit comfortably in almost no time. Clark: "Damn boy, already a natural." I took my dick out and slammed it in again. I got some more squeal moans and some grunts as I continued to do that. Clark: "Mmm you like your Uncle's cock son?" Joey: "Oh yes--uhh- I do." Clark: "Come on say it." Joey -grunting-: "Uhh- I like my Uncle's cock." Clark: "Mmm yeah. Damn I knew you were wasting time with that girl." Joey: "Fuck, uhhh." Clark: "Yeah, now you're getting fucked like the girl. Maybe you're my niece. I slammed into him again. Clark: "No I prefer you being my nephew. Much rather fuck a cute young boy." I smacked his ass, he responded with a surprised moan. Clark: "Damn that ass bounces so good." Joey: "Oh god, I want you to keep fucking me,.. uhh- just like that." I had to grab his shoulders to keep with that pace, but that made his back arch lower and his moans louder. Joey: "Oh no, I'm about to bust." Clark: "Oh fuck yeah, hands free baby boy!" When I felt his body start to tense up, I grabbed his neck and pulled him back towards me so that I could whisper into his ear. Clark: "You're my little whore now." He was pushed over the edge and started spasming. I held him in place as the buildup in me was coming to a climax. Clark: "Fuck- you--." I pressed myself hard against him as I came into his ass. I fucked him a few more times before I pulled out, a little droplet of cum following it. There was his cum on my couch but that'll be cleaned later. Clark: "Damn boy, that hols is so fucking perfect." Joey: "Mm as long as you're filling it. I already want another load." Clark -laughing-: "Give me a minute." __________________________ Note from Mister23: Lol I don't know what to say here, I just like leaving notes.

For me i think my limit is between 6 to 8 fucks in my ass, i know after 8 fucks i'm feeling pretty tired & call it a night but i do love the feeling of all that cum in my ass esp after the first 3-4 loads. Getting more after the 3-4 is just a bonus for me.

I had a spectacular session at Steamworks here in Toronto on Sunday. This past year has been one of experimentation. I started to bareback with a long-time fisting partner, someone undetectable. I've also had an on-and-off thing going with a late 50s leather daddy I met at Steamworks. We clicked on a lot of levels: I like smart, well-built kinky people, maybe especially if they're older than me, and I definitely like it when they like me. We had a lot of fun, the issue of our different sero-statuses not coming into play (I'm HIV-negative as of my last test, he's undetectable). Our most recent time together solo, after having talked with him about his status, I ended up topping him bareback and cumming in his hole. We since got together briefly when some of his friends visited town, but we hadn't gotten to spend much time together. I ended getting the best handjob of my life from one friend, and flipflopped, with condoms, with an energetic muscular mustached guy with a thick and pierced seven inches. I gave him almost as good as I got with my own dick, thick and just under six inches. By the time I got back to the daddy, he had already cum. Saturday, I got a message from the daddy on Recon mentioning that he was going to have some time free at Steamworks Sunday afternoon. Would I come? That was hardly a question that needed to be asked. Some prepping and a frustrating bus trip later, I made it to his sling room just after he finished being fucked by a condomed guy. The daddy greeted me with one of his wonderful kisses. We stood in the room kissing for long moments. He's a very oral man, with a wonderful tongue, and great skill at using it. We swapped blow jobs, me happily kneeling by his booted feet as I swallowed his thick six inches, he reciprocating. Eventually, he leaned back onto the sling. I approached, ate his ass, made sure I had lube, and slid in, no condom. I'm not perfect at sex by any means, but one thing I am good at is lasting long. I enjoy sex as a top--perhaps especially as a bareback top--but I just find it very difficult to cum while topping. I usually need to cum as a bottom, or while I'm jacking off. This means I can last a very long time while fucking. This happened on this occasion. I had a nice leisurely fuck, watching my dick go in and out of him and watching him lying back. I leaned over to kiss him, I held his balls and jacked his hard dick, I tweaked his nipples, I pulled out to east his ass, we talked dirty to each other, and I just kept fucking him. We left the door open part of the time, letting people in to watch. Once, I briefly swapped places with an onlooker who also entered the daddy without a condom. I did also get fucked bareback by him. The daddy was only the second person to fuck me without a condom. He did not fuck me for long, but I definitely felt it. His dick felt good entering me, entering me more easily than the times he had fucked me with a condom. We didn't last long, me sliding off the sling to swallow him whole before we returned to me fucking him. Eventually, we stopped to take a break. The daddy took a nap, I cleaned out again and waited. The next bout of fucking was great. We began with him fucking me for a bit in the sling, but then we switched. I fucked him as we were standing profile-on against the mirror, the daddy leaning forward and moaning as I plunged back and forth into him. We then switched back to the sling, when after he fucked me for a bit I ended up switching. We resumed the same as before, consistent fucking with variations. This time differed in that we kept the door open earlier, and we had many more guests coming in to look. A couple of them wanted me to fuck them, too, but I was committed to fucking the daddy. One of them fingered me for a bit as I fucked, which was nice. Another might have wanted to fuck me as well, but without a condom that was not going to happen. In the end, we ended up fucking for hours. The daddy was too worn out to come, but I was just barely able to shoot in his hole after he fingered me. We both loved the fuck.

I like to let it absorb into me. However, I do finger some of it out to eat. Love the taste of cum.

I so want to meet guys like this.

New to gay sex here and I will do level 6 right from the start. Thought about PRep for a long time and I have decided not to take it.

Was level 2 until about a year and half ago. Bumped up to 4 and within a couple months was at 6. Still neg so far, even though I've stopped the Prep

I hook up with a school lecturer on growlr and I brought him home to play He is a cubby muscled , nerdy with spec, He tried to play safe, but as his tool was too thick for the condom(that applied great pressure on his tool), he got soft from wearing condom He looked horny and disappointed , I lub his raw dick , on the pretext of massaging his dick And I climbed towards him and cuddle with him with my lubed ass teasing his dick And he got too high and just slid in raw! And he pumped hungrily like a starved cave man and gave me a warm load which I kept it inside me the entire day

Got home from work and had a notification that I had a package (foreshadowing!). I took the elevator down and started walking to the lobby when a cute 30ish latino turned the corner. We locked eyes and kept staring until we passed. I turned to look at him and he had turned and was smiling back. We slowly stopped... then started walking towards each other. I asked if he lived here, and he said he was meting a friend and pointed to some take out he carrying. We stood there awkwardly for a few seconds and I tried to ask him some other questions but there was a bit of a language barrier. Finally I asked if he wanted to come to my place, and he nodded yes. I told him to come by my apartment, and he said he would in just a minute. I was curious how this was going to go down. I left my door unlocked, and five minutes later he let himself in and locked the door behind him. He was holding a beer and told me he told his friend he'd be right back. Trusting friend! We made small talk for about 2 minutes until there was more awkward silence... so I just reached forward and grabbed his bulge. He ginned, chugged his beer, and let me undo his pants. I was on my knees in a second sucking a surprisingly large uncut cock. He finished his beer and started stripping, and I directed him to the bedroom. I started to suck him again but I think he was going to cum too quick, so he pointed me to the bed, let me lube him up, and then started pushing and pounding at my hole. No foreplay for this guy. I tried to slow him down but he was in a rush to get back to his friend. Pounded me rough for about five minutes before cumming. He jumped in the shower, put on his clothes, gave me his number, and ran. Told me he'd see me next week.

Just got fucked twice by a friend. Wife wasn't home and we arranged to meet up. No sooner than five minutes in I'm gagging and choking on his cock while he calls me whore and tells me that I need to earn a good fuck. Determined I sniffed, licked, and sucked every inch of my body until he stuck his huge bodybuilder dick in me. He ends up splitting my insides and maybe 10 minutes later says he can't wait to come inside of his new pussy. With one groan from us both he emptied a two day load into me. I licked my ass off of his dick, waiting 5 mins, and before you know I'm on my stomach again as he pumps my belly full of cum. This all started at 11. Look at how my hole looks now! He's seriously the hottest fuck I've ever had and I'm seeing him tomorrow. PS - I have video of me pushing out the two loads but I let it stew too long.

I'm secure in my masculinity. Very secure in my masculinity. And I think that is why I like the separation between male and female labels. I don't identify with being female. In any way. Well, save for taking cock inside me. For me, it's a preference. Have I had tops call it a pussy or a cunt when fucking me? Yes. Did it turn me on/off? No. It's a preference. That's all. I'm not going to kick him out of bed for saying it. I've heard some say that if the top needs to call it a pussy or cunt to turn him on, maybe he is the one with the insecurities in his masculinity. And his sexuality. Lol Who knows... I wouldn't go that far in saying that. Because I can't read his mind. So that would be judgmental. And god knows we gay people are not judgmental..................

would be hot for Sam to breed Cod

CHAPTER 7: Cod: I couldn't tell you what time it was or how long I had been asleep, but I woke as soon as I felt his cock probing my ass cheeks. As I was coming too, I realized that this morning it was my Dad who woke up horny and felt his body spooning mine, his hard cock desperately trying to enter his son’s warm, tight hole. I knew one of us would probably wake up horny, my ass still full of his cum, I lifted my leg slightly and permitted my Father to easily slip his hard fat cock into me. He pushed and the large mushroom head made a little pop and entered my hole. Once again my father’s bare cock penetrated my fuck hole. We both murmured lightly as his cock became completely emerged in my ass; slowly he began the motions of fucking me. As his hips moved back and forth against me, his cock slipped gently in and out of my ass. I reached back and pulled his ass tight to my body, wanting to feel every bit of his cock deep inside me. Dad wasn’t small by any means, and when we fucked, it made me feel so tight and full; it reminded me of Todd. Soon his rhythm began to hasten as we both became lost in our lust. My own cock was tight with blood as my right hand stroked beneath the sheets. I remember all those times Todd fucked me and I needed more, so I pushed firmly back on his cock sending it deep into my ass which made us both grunt with pleasure. And then it happened, my Father became like an animal, as he began to fuck with intent, like he was on a mission, Todd was like that too after he found out he was positive. He began pushing me so hard that I almost fell off the bed, but he grabbed me with his strong hands around the waist and pulled me into him sending his cock even further into my ass. "OH shit Dad, fuck me .... ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuuck ...... that feels fucking great. Yea fuck me fuck me come on shove that cock inside me harder,.... harder,...... HARDER......" I was lost in our sex as my Dad continued the assault on my ass. “Yeah baby boy… you’re gonna get it alright, I’m gonna breed you deep and give IT to you, uhhhh”, he groaned, stressing the word “IT” again. He pulled me up on all fours to fuck me like a dog, Dad seemed intent on giving me the fucking ride of my life. He was really fucking me wildly now, shoving his cock so deep inside my ass each time and pulling it out all the way. Then with perfect aim, ramming it back into my hole and then fucking me deep, his own body inhibiting him from going further. "Fuck me, fuck me ......Yea shove your bare cock inside me Dad, please..." I was not a quiet fuck by any means. Having Dad’s hard cock up my ass caused me to want his cum even more than normal. I still remember after Todd told me he was hiv+, he was so worried, he couldn’t believe I still wanted his cum. I didn’t care if he was positive, I loved his cock and his cum, he got over it quickly once he realized I was ok with him. My father's cock was expanding quickly in my ass and his rhythm quickly increased, I knew his cum was going to fill me again soon; he reached under my heaving body and grab a hold of my hard cock. It was wet with pre-cum that had been leaking out of me like a faucet. My body was being gratified in so many ways I knew my cock would go off at any second if he didn't stop soon. "Dad,… uhhhh… oh fuuck… oh that feels great, but I am going to cum if you don't stop that RIGHT NOW! He removed his hand, now covered in pre-cum and brought it to my lips. I licked my own wet secretion he offered with gusto, hungry for sex of any kind, and the fluids from a man. He kissed my neck and then moved back so he could focus on breeding me. My own father, fucking me, again he accelerated his pumping of my ass with his hips slamming into me. Then it happened, his groaning, I felt his cock surge with blood and cum as it quickly expanded in my ass. I knew he was filling me with another load of his cum, I couldn’t get enough. Dad: Once again, hot morning sex with my boy taking my bare cock and soon another big load of my spunk; I loved him so much. All I could think about though is how much I needed to breed him and how much I wanted to convert him. I wanted a positive result when we get tested tomorrow, and I want him to know how he got it. I was relaying all the details, of sex with son, to Sam as his bare poz cock was slowly going in and out of my hole. “That’s. So. Fucking. Hot. Mark,”, punctuating every word, “…it sounds like you’re really into it now, “Yeah, I am”, “Good. It’s very likely you’re hiv+ considering how much poz cum you’ve been taking”. Sam was right for the last 2 weeks he had fucked me nearly every day and once in a while I’d get two loads from him. He had been off meds for over a month, nearly two I thought, and we both knew the chances of me being infected with his strain was very likely. I love bare cock, I love cum, and the idea of risky bareback sex with an unmedicated hiv+ man makes me leak like a faucet. If being a cum slut means being hiv+ then I was going to face it head on, and Sam was my willing enabler. When Sam fucked me we were ironclad focused on him filling me up with his cum. The only time I was more focused and horny was when I was fucking and breeding my own flesh and blood; I was resolved, Cod, was going to be hiv+ and I was going to be the man who infects him. “Uhhhhhh … uhhhhh… fuck, gonna fucking load you up again Mark”, I could feel every vein, every inch of Sam’s cock and he was fucking in a nice, smooth rhythm, not the usual rough breeding he gives me, much like the one I gave Cod this morning, this was sex and not just a fuck. Sam wanted me poz but we cared about each other, too. “Uhhhhhhhhhhhh…. CUMMMMMMING, take my load Maa…. “ and he started to dump another poz load into me. It must have been a huge load, he leaned over onto my back, covered in sweat, and kept his cock inside me as he tried to catch his breathe. I don’t know what it was but when Sam breeds me, it so intense. “Fuck Sam, that was so hot… “, “..it always is”, he said between gasps. I was so fucking turned on, I might have to fuck Cod again as soon as I get home, but I really wanted his cock in me, hopefully Cod would help Sam’s cum do the trick if it hasn’t already. Cod: Dad had gone out for a bit and got back just as I had fixed dinner, he seemed different, it was obvious he was in a good mood (more so than normal), he grabbed me and kissed me deeply as he entered the house. “I made dinner, hope you’re hungry,”, “I am”, and he grabbed me and we starting making out. Before I could think Dad was stripping my clothes off, and I was his, we both naked quickly and he dropped to his knees and starting suck my cock. “uhhhhh…. Dad … oh yes,… suck me”, I loved being sucked, Todd used to suck me off sometimes when he wasn’t breeding me and I always loved it. “Dad you’re … ohhhh fuck that feels so good, I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop doing that,”, Dad quickly stood up, kissed me again, and led me to our bedroom. Dad laid on the bed on his stomach, ass exposed, “You want you cock… ehhh Dad”, “Yes baby boy, I need another load of my son’s cum in me. He got on all fours like I was earlier and I grabbed at his ass, “Hang on let me get lube…”, “… you don’t need any,… get over here and fuck me!”, he barked. I had never heard this kind of urgency from my own father, my cock jumped a bit, “ok”, I thought and climbed on the bed. “So Daddy needs his boy’s cum does he?”, I said in a deeper tone trying to imitate him a bit, I was so horny right now I’d gladly give it to him. My cock slid in much easier than you might expect, he was right I didn’t need lube, he was already slick inside, “Did you plan this and pre-lube your ass?”, “You’re feeling Sam’s cum, babe”, “Huh?” Then I remembered Dad telling me about Sam, his running partner,… so now Sam was breeding my Dad huh? It was actually fucking hot as I thought about it, knowing I was sliding my cock in and feeling another guy’s warm sperm, it happened like that only once or twice in college; it felt pervy and hot all at the same time. I was very turned on and Dad’s cum filled ass was just egging me, I picked up the pace. “That’s right baby boy, breed your old man.. really fucking give it to me, push Sam’s cum deeper into me.”, “uhhhhh uhhhh… “ I groaned and really got into it, I could feel my balls smacking against my Dad’s ass as I imagined him on his back, legs up taking Sam’s bare cock and what seemed like a huge amount of his cum. I looked down and could see some of the cum on my cock and slammed back into my Dad harder, each time trying to do what he asked and force the cum deeper into his tight but well used ass. “Give it to me … add your cum to his, fuck me, breed me”, he really wanted it bad, I was so close. “Yes, Dad… gonna breed….” I could feel my nuts tightening up and I knew my Dad was about to get another very big load of sperm. My rhythm quickened and I pumped harder, using his ass, to get off. I felt my load rising up through my cock, I knew I was about to nut and, “Ohhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkk, Daddddd!” and my load came shooting out inside him.

8 loads and counting. He's been crying off and on from his shame of doing this and accepting his need to be used. Every time I offer to lock the door, he says, "no, I need this." Here cums 9 and 10

Part I. We met Sam at a fancy cocktail bar. My boy and I were on vacation, and Sam was our cocktail waiter. We both noticed how cute he was when he came over to take our order, remarking on his cute round ass, shown off to great effect by his tight slacks. We also liked the tangled mass of blond curly chest hair peeking out of his slim unbuttoned white shirt. Sam had a sexy undercut with a flop of long bangs perpetually in his face. He couldn’t have been more than mid-20s and had a tight body, not too short, and not too tall. He was wearing an apron, so there wasn’t a way to check out his package… Sam swished over to us with our cocktails, and perched on the edge of a stool at our table, leaning forward to make sure we both got a chance to ever-so-slightly brush against his arms as he handed us our drinks. He winked as my boy stroked the back of his hand. As Sam minced away from us, I saw him look over his shoulder to be certain that we were interested in him. My boy and I were both pretty sure we could show him a good time. When he came back over to check on us we chatted him up a bit. I managed to rub my thigh against his, and he shuddered. My boy managed to slip a hand under his apron and brush his crotch. He moaned a little before realizing he was still at work. He was sort of flustered, and shuffled away. My boy confirmed that he had a nice handful of cock under his apron. Sam came back a few minutes later, no less composed that he had been when he last stopped by our table. He came by to deliver a complimentary set of cocktails for us, tenting out his apron. He perched next to me and I asked what we could do to thank him. He grabbed my hand and eased it under his apron. That little stud had unzipped his pants and his hard cock was there for the grabbing! I arched my eyebrows at my boy, and we both wrapped our hands around his cock, which was, happily, long enough for both of our hands to fit! My boy leaned forward asking, ‘What are your plans for when you get off?’ Sam smiled at his pun, and told us that he was off in a little over an hour and we could make plans then. We agreed to meet him, but not before he gave us his cell number. Here are the texts we sent back and forth as we came up with a plan for the evening: My boy: What are you up for tonight? Sam: Whatever you guys are up for. I’d love for you both to share me. My boy: You get fucked? Sam: Not yet… You want to break me in? Heh… My boy: Absolutely. Sam: Unless… My boy: Unless what? Sam: I have a fantasy. My boy: Go on… Sam: You guys like to cum on other guys? My boy: On… or in… Sam: Heh… I’d kind of like to have you both cum on my chest. My boy: Sure. If that’s where you want our loads… At least our first loads… Sam: HOT. My boy: We’re staying at a hotel. Want to meet us there? Sam: I have an idea… Meet me here… Sam included geo coordinates. We loaded the map, and it was a bathhouse. My boy and I had actually talked about going there before entertaining Sam became the plan for the evening. Sam: You guys in? My boy: Fuck yeah. We’ll meet you there in an hour. We met Sam outside of the bathhouse. He was shivering a bit, and still in his work uniform shirt and slacks. My boy grabbed his ass with both hands and kissed him hard. We paid our admissions, and got a room. We followed Sam through that maze-like arrangement of hallways and doors. Sam practically pulled me inside and started kissing me. He’d stick his tongue in my mouth for a few moments, then switch to my boy. As he kissed us, he shucked off his pants and shirt, dropping them to the floor. He laid down on the bed and asked us to undress each other. I stripped my boy naked and he did the same for me. We had left the door to the room open, and a guy or two poked his head in. I asked him, ‘You want to show off a little, Sammy?’ He nodded, gulping for air, so excited to be naked around other men. Sam just nodded, so we kept the door open, knowing what that might lead to. He was rock hard, and I couldn’t help but swallow his cock to the root. My boy worked his balls in and out of his mouth before we both worked our mouths up and down his shaft, teasing his dick as our tongues met. We couldn’t stop him from cumming quickly. My boy wrapped his lips over Sam’s cockhead, but he pushed him off and he blasted a load all over himself. My boy and I started to lap up his cum, but he stopped us, shouting, ‘I want to be covered in cum!’ My boy and I knelt on either side of Sam, making out and stroking each others’ cock. Sam egged us on. ‘Yeah, man. Hot. Give me your cum! Cover me with your cum!’ My boy pulled away from me and scooped up some of Sam’s seed. He hopped off the narrow bed. Sam looked scared. My boy leaned over him, whispering loudly, "Pull your legs up and show me that pretty ass." Sam followed instructions as my boy smeared some of Sam’s cum on his hole. Sam moaned as his pucker squeezed tightly shut, muttering "I just want you to cum on me. I don’t think I’m ready to get fucked." "Then SUCK MY COCK!" Sam shook his head no as my boy climbed on top of him and shook his dick in Sam’s face. I’d rarely seen my boy get so aggressive. He seemed like he was really going to force Sam to suck his dick. Sam balled up and started shivering. I calmed my boy down and told him to go take a walk and cool off a bit. He stormed away muttering "Goddammed cocktease. Who the hell comes to a bathhouse to just get cum on?" My boy left the room and Sam looked up at me gratefully explaining "I just want cum. I’ve never done this before." With this I suspected Sam had never done ANYTHING with a guy. I stroked his shoulders, which seemed to calm him down a bit. I told him we’d only go as far as he wanted to. Sam told me that he wanted to try sucking my dick, so I sat on the edge of the narrow mattress and he knelt before me. He licked my head, and gazed up at me. I offered encouragement, telling him to taste me, and wrap his lips around the head of my cock. He did, and was getting the hang of things. He managed to swallow a few inches, slurping loudly, then licking my balls. He popped one, then both, into his mouth. He was a natural. He spit out my balls and smiled up at me, "Hey man. I didn’t catch your name." I replied I hadn’t offered it, then smiled suggesting "You might catch it if you do a good job tonight." Sam just smiled in return, clearly not understanding my message. He licked lower and lower, as I leaned back and pulled my knees up to my chest. He started lapping at my hole, moaning as he got his first taste of ass. I was glad I had washed out and lubed up just in case. I opened up for him, and he actually inserted his tongue into me. I was oozing precum and moaning loudly. He stood up and bent over, shoving his ass at me demanding "Eat me. Eat my hole, man. I want to feel good," and then adding "Maybe you can try fucking me too?" I smiled, happy to oblige. I lapped at Sam’s ass, savoring the cum my boy had wiped there earlier. Sam opened right up for me as he moaned and whimpered. I pulled off to catch my breath. "You still just want my cum on your chest?" "I’ve always heard it’s dangerous to have sex without a condom, especially when you don’t know the guy." I laughed "How innocent!" I knew he’d be taking my load later, but I wanted him to beg for it. He laid back down on the mattress and pulled me to him. He blew me for a few minutes, and actually had me ready to cum. "Where do you want me to cum, Sam? This is all about what YOU want." "My chest. Please cum on my chest!" I grunted as I jerked my spasming cock over Sam’s tight little muscular body. I shot a few spurts on his chest and the rest onto his abs. Glistening with sweat and our loads, my cum looked so sexy as it found its way to his natural creases; rivulets of cum poured down his abs and into pools between his nipples and his navel. All this time, the door was open to our room, and guys kept walking by and peering in, but no one stuck around for long. When I caught my breath, my boy was standing in the open doorway, and I saw the shadows of a few other guys behind him. He clapped for me and Sam and came in the room, with three strangers. "This boy wants cum, guys. Give him what he came here for." To be continued…

hot story! You are def my hero!

What a faggot cum dump you are. Hope you get the bug you want then share the joy with the rest of us poz deprived cum pigs

My first time taking a bare dick was when I was 14, maybe 15, and I planned it that way. I had been screwing around with a buddy for almost 2 years every time I spent the night at his house. As soon as he went to "sleep" I would start groping and molesting him. At first I was scarred shitless and it took forever to work from quick grasps through his undies to more, but once it became clear he was awake for all of it, I knew I could do whatever I wanted. He always pretended to sleep so he didn't have to acknowledge his role in anything gay. For a long time I'd thought anal was gross, and had no interest, but an older man I had chatted with on aol chat and gay.com kept telling me how amazing it could be and he even had me over to suck me off and show me some anal porn. He told me to use lotion and oil and finger my butt while I jerked, and I did...until I was practically addicted. He was a little too eager to hook up again, so I waited for a weekend with my buddy and tried it. I wanted to start with fingering or fucking him, but he didn't clean well enough, so I decided to try taking it instead. Since he was "asleep" I straddled him on the couch where he was laying, and lowered my ass onto his dick, using some lotion from his bathroom for lube. Slippery hands and a slick upholstery caused my foot to lose its leverage, and I ended up fully impaled on his raw cock. My hands had nothing to grab to pull off, and suddenly he grabbed my hips and pounded up into my hole for one of the most painful minutes of my life before he shot his load inside me. I hated it, and the next weekend when we did it again, I made sure he showered before we went to sleep, and I tried to return the favor. He was a year younger than I was, but was already almost 6'3" with a 7.5 or 8 inch dick, where as I was still growing at 5'10 and 4.5 puny inches. I got just the head in between his round bubble cheeks and pumped it in and out of his whole as long as I could until he seemed to be feeling some pain (although nothing like what I'd felt) and then I came in and on his hole. After that I only let two men fuck me at all until halfway through college. One was a 20 something guy I met while hanging with a skeezy older dude I met on gay.com (he would invite me over and suck me off and get fucked by hot guys while I watched, and bought me porn and toys). He was desperate for me to fuck him, so I lied and said I was a bottom. He was fine with that and the next time I came over, he invited a the guy in his 20's to come fuck me (without asking me). The guy was GORGEOUS and I thought he just wanted to suck and play, so I went for it, when suddenly I found myself face down taking his cock in my hole. Somehow I assumed it was my fault and let him fuck me until he came. The other guy was a teacher I'd had in middle school who was incredibly hot, but only to me. 6'2 or so, and muscular, he defines 'daddy bear' with a masculine demeanor, hairy chest, moustache and big cut cock(according to his gay.com profile). He taught band and I had changed a lot since my one semester in the back row, growing a lot taller, filling out in all the right places and learning enough to find him online. When I saw him on gay.com I lied and said I was older than I was and had graduated hs the year before. He didn't question it until he showed at my house while my parents were away. I might have grown up but there was no way I looked 18. Still, I was eager and he was an average looking guy in his late 40's who admitted to loving young otter type guys like me. He asked for my id and while I pretended to look for it. I undressed and came in wearing only a pair of see through briefs I'd been given by the skeezy guy. He kept insisting even when I tried distracting him by describing how I lost it while "fingering my ass" or misplaced my wallet when I was "sneaking my dad's underwear into my room to smell while I jack off." Finally I found a college ID I'd been issued for an afterschool camp at DU the year before, and he took it. As he had promised, he was wearing a leather harness, leather chaps and a leather cock ring under his clothes. I told him I only wanted to suck him off and maybe fuck him, but once he had me lubed with my legs spread, he pinned me and fucked me. This was the first time I remember it feeling good, but it still hurt for 90% of the sex. The final ten percent happened when he made me hit some poppers and I finally relaxed enough to enjoy it for a minute. He jerked me off and when I began to cum, he pushed in balls deep and shot his load, all while snapping pictures on a digital camera (which was fancy for the time). He tried blackmailing me into doing it again or trying more, and after one session at his house where he handcuffed and bred me three times in one night and tried to get me to so some coke, I admitted I was only 16 and he cut off all contact. Recently I saw him online and he invited me over to hang out and fuck around. I realized he had no idea it was me (ten+ yrs, facial hair and 3 inches growth will do that) but I shouldn't have been surprised when he slipped some g into my drink and spent 6 hours destroying my hole with a big black guy.

My ass got bred the first time the day after my13th birthday. He fucked me hard and pumped three loads inside me. I LOVED it and knew even then I was born to be fucked. I have never stopped and never regretted it. I was born a gay bottom and I am good at it. I have no idea how many different cocks have cum in my ass, but it has to be in the thousands by now.

I was spending a few days out in Palm Springs, working on my tan, relaxing around a pool and as always, was looking to see what action I could get into. A hot German bear couple, Hans and Fritz, were the first to check me out and I soon found myself lodged between the two sexy beasts. They were quite horny and I was more than happy to be their welcome boy to America. Hans and Fritz both seemed to be top as they were quick to grab at my crack, but there was no worry: I had plenty of stamina, and was very ready for the breeding to begin. A little too assured of myself, I saw one bear's aim his rock hard cock for my mouth. His cock was absolutely huge, thick like a beer can, which suggested the bear behind me was as huge, if not bigger! With just his body sweat and own dick juice he rammed the whole can up my ass in one thrust. Meanwhile the other bear plowed my mouth and throat as only a perv like me could accommodate. There I was, being ass-fucked and skull fucked simultaneously, my anal tissues in particular being stretched beyond any natural limits. Yeah, I was being barebacked as only Germans can do. The endless pumping and flesh in flesh friction made my ass burn as if on fire, but the hot, toxic load of the bear in my ass doused the inferno which had possessed my ass. Now broken in, I was ready for more. Naked, I made my way out of their room, so hot, horny and sticky with freshly shot spunk. I was so on the prowl for more cum. After a shower to freshen and relax my body I got a call from a trucker bud I had known for some time. Bob was hauling an empty rig back from Tuscon and wanted to see if we could meet up in Palm Springs. Bob was married with a family but he enjoyed ass with guys like me. His cock was long like a snake but was always ready to plow. He liked to buy you a drink or two before he had his way. Within an hour we met at a bar on Palm Canyon sitting at the bar Bob gave me a manly hug around the shoulder smile on his face and already had one strong drink in him. Bob was a Man! He looked, acted, sounded and even smelled like a real guy. He wore snug fitting levis that showed his goods a big belt and buckel, open collar shirt, black cowboy hat and black pinted toe cowboy boots. I want that man! Before too long Bob is happy, verbal and very hands-on me. Time to head back to motel room. more to come

Beautiful piece! Remember, it's okay to be (slightly) bi, it's okay to be top-only, and you don't even have to suck guys either. It's okay to use men for your own selfish pleasure. What number in line am I? (Hehe)

I uploaded them in my gallery, want me to uplod them in here too??

Total ass guy here. Turn on when I find a bottom guy who lets me skip foreplay/oral and let me start fucking his hole.

Just another FTM that posts to get off on the replies. Seen this one before on other sites, lots of talk, no action. Even if they say they'll meet you, they'll flake out at the last possible minute.

Part IV I don't think I slept very long, like a half hour at most. I woke up to my new buddy shaking and asking "You okay, buddy?" "Okay, just tired," I replied. "It's more than the heat," he returned, remarking the 151 Rum I had been drinking was powerful stuff. "I should be fine. I've only had four drinks," I replied. "Yeah, but I don't think you realize how much booze you poured into your glass. You probably poured two, if not three shots per glass, and that's an awful lot of rum in a single serving." I just kind of nodded, too tired to really pay much attention. "We'd better get you up so you can walk it off a bit," he commented, as he and the guy who had grabbed my ass earlier each took one of my arms, and helped me stand-up. My legs felt like rubber and I could barely stand upright. We were all laughing but I had no idea why I was other than they were. They tried to help me take a step and I was so groggy I almost fell over, even with them holding on to me. My lack of balance threw all of us all off balance with the result I fell on an empty table. My buddy let go of me and ended up crashing into another table, and the second guy pretty much fell on top of me. Again, we were all laughing, the two of them at me as I laughed at their antics. "Lucky this table was here to catch me," I noted, which only set them off again in uncontrollable laughter. With that I spaced out again. Only for a couple of minutes, as far as I could tell, as when I came around the second guy was still more or less on top of me. "What's goin' on?" I asked. "We're getting a cot for you, so don't worry," he replied, and sure enough, the cot magically appeared and I crashed, more than happy to sleep it off. Completely exhausted, I nodded out for several minutes, only awakening when I felt something happening to my ass. It felt pretty damn good, even if it was miles away. "What's goin' on," I managed to ask. "Oh, you're awake! Sorry, but your ass is so fuckin' beautiful I just had to taste it, like this," the guy replied, as he drove his tongue into my ass crevice. I just laid there trying to think, but it was hard to do with the sensations he was causing with his tongue up and down the crack of my ass. Then I felt something actually entering my hole. I almost jumped off the cot where I was reclining, but found I couldn't move my limbs. They just didn't work like they were supposed to. He kept it up for a while and then it dawned on my befuddled mind that my cock was hard as a rock and throbbing. Just then my buddy came back and asked "Hey what the hell are you doing?" The other guy stopped his tongue but inserted a finger into my ass as he said he just couldn't resist this nice ass and it tasted so good. My buddy told him he probably shouldn't be doing that with me about passed out and not knowing what was going on. The guy said I think he knows as he has been moaning for a while and I just felt his cock and it is hard. With that he stuck second finger in my hole and twirled them around a bit and when he hit a spot I didn't know was there I moaned again. It really felt great. He kept up the massage there driving me wild but still unable to figure out exactly why. They were talking but I really couldn't understand what they were saying much with my foggy brain. Just heard a word here and there. Something about dangerous, toxic, convert, drunk. Last word I caught I was pretty sure of that but not the others at all. Between being tired, drunk and turned on with my hole being used I couldn't seem to keep a thought. The conversation went on for a while when they guy said he thought it was time for something and my buddy said something like he found this hot too. He said go ahead and try and see what it is like. The guy then pulled his fingers out of me all of a sudden and stood up. This caused me to moan as it left an empty feeling. It didn't last long though as I felt something wet on my hole and a pressure and I was trying to think and thought it was him putting his fingers back in me. It sure felt like all his fingers at once though and then boom I felt my ass give and a large pressure going inside me. It hurt but only for a few seconds as he held still a little bit and then I felt the pressure going in and out of my hole and it felt like about every other stroke went deeper and deeper. He was definitely hitting that spot and I was moaning in pleasure now and my cock was throbbing like crazy under me. He kept up what he was doing for a while and then I felt him go in deep one last time and it felt like he was shaking behind me and grunting some. I could actually feel something warm in my hole but had no idea what it was. Then the filled feeling was gone as he pulled back. My buddy then was saying that was hotter than hell watching that. He told the guy to help him with me a bit. The two of them then lifted me up off of the table and next thing I knew they were laying me down. I thought they were putting me on the cot to sleep for a bit and kind of spaced out again. As I faded a bit I felt something around my wrists and it felt like my legs were lifted up and out. When I came around again a minute or so later again my buddy was looking me in the eyes and I could feel the pressure in my hole again. In and out and wow, hitting that spot again and my cock felt like it was going to explode. I wasn't sure what was happening but my buddy right over me like that then leaned down and oh hell, he kissed me and in my state of arousal I was kissing him back. He broke off the kiss and told me my ass was like velvet but I didn't know what he meant by it. He leaned back then and I kind of lifted my head up. I then realized my hands were held in place by some sort of chains and my legs were being held wide apart and my buddy was between my legs and as I tried to focus I all at once could see down there and could actually see his cock huge and hard. I then noticed there was a mirror on a pole overhead that looked right between us. I looked in it and my buddies cock was hard alright and going in and out of an ass hard and fast. Took me a bit before I realized it was my ass. My mind was trying to figure that out and what it meant but failing as that blasted spot inside there was driving me totally in orbit and I could feel it getting ready to cum but couldn't seem to figure out why since I wasn't touching it. Then I heard my buddy talking. I tried to sort it out but again was only catching parts here and there. Something about him going to cum, fill that neg hole, toxic again, going to be a huge flood, hole going to be ruined. I lost it again though as I was watching in the mirror again as he suddenly rammed his cock to the balls in the ass there and I heard him saying something about converting that hole good now and then my cock erupted and sent cum from my stomach clear up to my face. Probably the most cum I could ever remember producing. My buddy then was leaning over me again but now was licking up my cum all the way up to my face where he planted another kiss on me and as my mouth opened he stuck his tongue in my mouth and I could feel something in my mouth also and swallowed.

Part II The parade had been a hoot and getting to ride in it after hurting my ankle was kind of cool too. Wearing nothing but my jockstrap made me a little uneasy but hey, when you hurt to try things sometimes to get a lift. LOL As we crossed the finish line my new buddy told me to just hang on a bit as we were going to head back towards the start a ways to where they had set up a small camp for sales of gay pride items. That way I wouldn't have so far to walk to my car. My ankle was still hurting somewhat, so that sounded pretty good to me. We probably went back a good half of the distance to the start then. My buddy had hopped on the float too and stripped his other clothes off too, down to his jock too. I noticed he did have the same tat as the others and seemed to look to be in better shape than I had thought. Should have known from the way he had basically tossed me up onto the float when I first hurt my ankle, but now I could actually see. We both hung onto the same support bar and were again just passing the time talking about basically nothing. A couple of times we hit bumps or had to brake for other traffic. My buddy, being somewhat behind me, bumped up against me those times. I didn't pay attention until much until some jerk pulled out from a stop sign right in front of us and our driver had to hit the brakes pretty hard. I and my buddy were somewhat thrown on each other, and with laying on my back. I then noticed that I registered his hard which was rubbing up against my ass, which was essentially naked, as the jock strap I was wearing was open in the rear. We gathered ourselves back up and I turned slightly and glanced down. Yep, he was definitely hard as a rock and from what I could see through his jockstrap bulge, he was also very very big. He saw me look and seemed to be somewhat embarrassed. He told me he was sorry about that, but his busy schedule for a while now, had not let him have time for any sex and he was afraid the bumping against me had done him and he couldn't seem to control it rubbing up against my butt. I laughed and responded "No problem. Sorry, I turned you on for nothing though." "It wasn't for nothing as I enjoyed it, even if that's all that happened," he remarked, adding that my ass was really nice and firm. A few minutes later he remarked he would find a way to put his tool to use. We both kind of laughed, at which point he remarked "My boyfriend has been somewhat ill and is at the encampment awaiting my return." He also went on to explain his boyfriend just felt a little out of it, and in any event, and had felt neither up to the walk nor to the ride. He had probably helped set up their stuff though. He told me it would be about 16 tables in somewhat of a circle and they then set up poles in the center with tarps to make a place they could get into and rest or whatever without being seen from outside. We soon arrived at their camp and it did look nice. Away from most traffic but close enough to not be out of the way at all too. It had the tables in a circle, signs about almost anything gay and tops of tables full of things and customers and in the middle a circle of tarps just like he described it to me. He helped me down from the float but putting weight on my ankle still hurt like hell. "Why don't you come in and rest a bit longer and have a drink before walking to my car?" 'What the hell', I thought, I might as well, especially as I had no idea where my friends had gone. He led me in and introduced me to some of the others, and gestured for me to be seated, and asked what I wanted to drink. "Coke would be nice," I replied. "Be right back," he remarked as he disappeared into the kitchen. Sure enough, within a couple of minutes he returned, a Coke in hand, along with a towel in which he had packed some ice for my ankle. He pulled another chair up and had me put my foot up and placed the towel on my ankle. He sat down and we drank our Cokes and talked some more, then he excused himself and said he better help sell a little. He went and another of the guys he had introduced me too came and sat down and we talked a while too. After about an hour my bud came back carrying another Coke for me and asked how I was doing. I stood up and tried a few steps and had to admit it was feeling a lot better but still a little tender. He told me I should just walk around a bit and get used to it before heading out. I started to walk around the center tarps then as he went to wait on another customer. I walked somewhat slowly around looking at their wares as I went. I came to the opening they had made in the tarps to get into them. They were pretty well hidden from view from the tables and they had also taken the precaution, I noticed to not have any goods for sale for about a four or five foot section of the tables there. As I was just starting to go by, I came to an abrupt stop, as I could see from this point behind the tarps. What I saw stopped me dead in my tracks. There was some sort of swing hung from a frame, and a guy was laying on his back in the swing as another guy stood between his legs. Obviously the one man was fucking the other. I stood there, my mouth agape, I'm sure, for a minute or so. 'Wow', was all I could think. I had never seen two guys having sex before, and it had never occurred to me they would go about it in public. From their moans, however, it sounded like they were both having a good time. I turned to leave, and almost ran my new buddy down. He quietly remarked he was checking to see if I was or wasn't still around, and then he grinned and asked if I was enjoying the show. Then he chuckled, remarking the look on my face was precious. "That's the first first time I've ever seen two guys fucking," I explained. Taking me by the arm he answered "Come here, a sec," leading me right into the middle of the tarps. I have no idea why I let him lead me in there, but I stopped dead once there: not only were there the two guys at the swing but there were two wooden tables nearby on which four more guys fucking, two on a table. I stopped and stared with mouth open. 'What the hell?' was all I could think. "We don't just only come in here for rest but for fun, also," my buddy remarked with obvious satisfaction. Again he laughed again at my look, adding it must be quite a shock to a straight guy like me who had never even seen gay sex before. I had the presence of mind to reply "Sure, it's a shock, but go ahead if you want." I turned to leave, only to step on something with my bad ankle and all but fell almost on top of one of the tables, almost tipping it and the two guys off of on the ground. My bud grabbed me from behind to steady me, as I made my excuses to the two guys I had all but knocked to the ground. A few second passed before I realized my buddy cock was pressed-up against my ass, and that he was about as hard as he had been earlier on the float. "Are you okay," he asked, although I noticed he didn't move away from my body. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just stepped on something," which, as it turned out, was one of the guy's shoes. My buddy had pretty much picked me up off the ground again and then turned to set me down away from the table a little and his huge cock was against my ass the whole time till he set me down. Again, as I turned I looked down he again laughed, and remarked "Sorry about that. Guess that ass of yours just turns me on!" I returned his laugh, and added "It sure must!" Changing the subject, he asked "You want another Coke?" "Sure," I replied. As he turned to get it he then asked if I drank any alcohol. "Sure, Rum and Code is my favorite. The 151 proof stuff that, although strong, seems to me to be smoother." "I think we actually have some of it" he remarked as he began searching through a small cabinet. "Hey, yeah, we do have some," and with that he brought me an ice-cold can of Coke and the rum. I opened the Coke, took a big swig, just to make some room for the rum, and then poured a healthy quantity of rum into the can. He also made himself a drink, and we stood there drinking and chatting, although I couldn't ignore the reality of what was happening a scant few feet from where we were standing. After a minute or so the sounds from the table demanded my attention, and I turned to see the one man was apparently cumming inside the other man. Both men were moaning in pleasure and I could even see that the bottom guy's cock seemed to jump and he started to cum all over himself and he hadn't even touched his cock. 'Amazing', I thought, 'the two guys seem to be in another world'. I couldn't take my eyes off of them. My buddy put his hand on my shoulder and whispered to me, that he thought they were making more noise than normal and probably just showing off for the new guy, me. I looked at him and we both started laughing.

Being a Friday night, my chances of getting laid were there, but as I was in Wyoming, where there is a real shortage of tops, I had my doubts, even when one uses apps like Grindr and Scruff, but tonight was my lucky night. I was on Scruff active and out of the blue, a kid with whom I had occasionally chatted, and even then, not expressly sexually, sent me a message. Now, I'm 27 and the kid, a CNA, is 20 and a little flamboyant. Not exactly my type but what the hell. I was bored and horny. Here's how our dialogue went. CNA pup: "hey what up?" Me: "not much, watching TV and having a drink at home, you?" CNA pup: "not much, my back hurts too much. I need a massage when I go to work monday" I thought to myself 'It's now Friday. Why is he going to wait until Monday if he really needs a professional massage right?' Whatever. Me: "oh that sucks man, id give you one but I'm not a professional, but i love to crack backs haha" CNA pup: "that will work for me! I'm playing DD tonight and the girls I'm with want to go to Racks (A local straight strip club....I don't name the place, its just close to where I happen to live which is on a farm) but I'm just gonna drop them off and pick them up at last call. Me: "All right well let me know and ill send you directions where i live" so after he drops the girls off he comes out and he is slim, and short haired. pretty cute kid. we get right to the massage. Kid wasn't fucking around. so he takes off his shirt and he was peeling from a recent sun burn. Lays on the floor and I proceed to straddle him, sitting on his ass. he keeps texting the girls checking in, I could read the whole convo. CNA pup: " keep going down towards my ass and legs" Me: " haha ok take your shorts off then" He is naked and while I was working his muscles i kept touching his balls and cock from what was exposed between his legs. After 10 mins, he flips over and totally has a boner with lots of precum leaking on his legs and tummy. Hot. I then figured what the hell and start blowing him. his cock wasn't overly thick but it was long, like 7.5" long. I can deep throat this no problem, which he returned the favor but aggressively skull fucking me. nice. his phone rings and its the girls saying they were done at one bar and wanted a ride to another one. He dropped them off at one bar and still didn't take them to the strip club. Harmless lie but whatever. CNA pup: " whats up? now you wanna go to Racks? well I'm just....uhh...driving around. yea ill be there in 30 mins" hangs up looks to me already i figured he was gonna get dressed and go play DD, just my luck. CNA pup: " every been bent over that bed of yours? Me: "haha yea a couple times." CNA pup: " lets go" we go in to my room and both of us naked, I grab the lube and hand to him which he coats his cock, and i do my hole. I lean over the bed and he slams his cock into me. short strokes, then all the way out and back in. Im moaning at this point and fuck it feel good. 5 mins go by and we switch to missionary, again I am being pounded hard and deep. My favorite, Im thinking damn this kid knows how to fuck! another 5 mins and we switch to me riding him. not my favorite since i love a top to control me but if he is gonna tickle my liver, then ill do anything! another 5 mins goes by and we then switch to doggy. this is the breeding position i know it. 2 mins in, his phone rings and he slows and says shhhhhh and then answered the phone while inside my hole and fucking my ass deep pup: " yea, no I'm seriously on the way, just hang on" (Click) Pup then kicks it up a notch, and hits my ass harder than ever! 5 mins and then whispers "Im cumming" cums in my hole and then pulls out. I have lost my breath at this point and he has too. gets dressed and then leaves. He is playing DD now and texts me asking if he can come back and fuck me again, and yea i said come on out!

4. Clint Once more, I woke up with the rising sun. My jet lag had barely gone away. It was not just my sleep cycle that was messed up, but my mind was also foggy. I could barely remember the night before, except I had the unusual combination of utter happiness and complete anxiety. I rolled over and the memories came crashing back. I wasn't alone in bed; my roommate, Greg, was sleeping soundly next to me. He had a peaceful smile on his totally naked, wickedly hot body. The afternoon before, Greg and I had shared a joint and drank some beer. Then I had kissed him. Or maybe he had kissed me. I couldn't remember. It probably didn't matter. That, in turn, led to us to undressing each other on the sofa. And once naked, his hard cock had penetrated my virgin ass. It had culminated in a powerful explosion that pumped my ass full of his hot cum. Then, Greg sucked me off, and soon another joint appeared. Then, it was another beer and a trip to the cafeteria. That evening, the orientation events seemed to go on forever and I couldn't wait to get back to the room. Before the door had even shut completely, we had started undressing each other. It was my turn to fill him up, my cock throbbing and pulsing in his hot hole. Then we fell asleep and I was cradled in his arms. "Morning, sexy," he said, stretching his arms, and pulling me close to him. We kissed. "Although not that breath," he said, but he didn't push me away. "What time is it?" "5:45," I said. "Fuck. I thought it was at least ten." "Sorry. Jet lag," I explained. "Actually, I managed to sleep in today." "You're crazy. Brush your teeth, and get back in bed with me." I went into the bathroom, and started to brush my teeth. As the sleep cleared from my mind, I remembered other crucial and particular details. I had a load of Greg's cum deep in my ass. But, Greg was also carrying one of my loads in his ass. We hadn't used any protection; at the time, it seemed so unimportant. I remembered the reason for my vague sense of anxiety. Greg had told me he didn't know his HIV status. More than that, he had spent the past week having unprotected sex with his Uncle and his Uncle's husband. Both of them were HIV+, and he had taken their loads. Still brushing my teeth, I stepped back into the bedroom. It was hard to tell if it was my bedroom, Greg's bedroom, or our bed. Greg had rolled over, his legs slight spread and guiding my eyes up to his firm, beautiful ass. He hadn't made up his bed yet so we had ended up in this bed last night. He was naked and sleeping peacefully, but all I could think of was having sex with him again. My mind raced between the delightful options of jumping on top of him and forcing my cock back into that small patch of heaven, or rolling him over, and sitting on his giant dick. Neither option included me worrying about his HIV status, or fumbling with a condom. Remembering the closeness and spontaneity of the night before, I wasn't sure if I ever wanted something to come between us, least of all a thick rubber sheath designed to keep us apart. I went back to the bathroom, spit out the toothpaste, and rinsed my mouth out. I returned to bed; even though it had been less than twenty-four hours, I found myself starting to think of it as our bed, rather than just my bed. "Welcome back," Greg said, once more gathering me up into his arms, and nuzzling me on the back of my neck. "Now sleep." Sleep wouldn't come as easily for me as it did for him, despite the comfort of his strong arms. I lay there, wondering how I had fallen into this so quickly, and, just as critically, where it was going to go. Eventually, I was able to fall back asleep. Greg's warm body against me and his steady breath lulled me, and finally, I was able to get a few more hours of fitful sleep. I was in the middle of a pleasant dream when I was awoken by Greg slowly stroking my erection. He was caressing the soft skin sliding over my hardness urging me on. "Morning, sexy," he said, as I opened my eyes. "Morning," I said. "What time is it now?" The sun was higher in the sky than when I had woken up earlier in the morning. "Time for you to stick this in me?" he asked. He had tossed the sheets aside and my stiff dick was sticking straight up in the air. "Or am I going to have to sit on it?" He kissed me, and I could tell he had gotten up at some point, at least long enough to brush his teeth as well. "Or maybe something to get you in the mood first?" he continued, producing a joint. "Maybe," I said. "Come on," he said. "Waking and baking is how I spent my entire summer. It's only going to be better with you." Before I said anything, he lit the joint and stuck it in my mouth. I inhaled deeply of the sweet smoke, letting it fill my lungs. I was feeling good from a full night's sleep and I was looking forward to the effects of the weed. I did another hit, before passing the joint back to Greg. Greg did two long hits, one hand on the joint, and one hand still exploring my body. I was not the only one with an erection; his was thick and hard, emerging from his dark bush. He handed the joint to me. "Don't think you're going to get out of your obligations," he said, his hand finding my cock once more. "I need that to fuck me this morning." "Well, I guess if you insist, I guess can do that," I said, feigning disinterest. Even though I had cum twice the day before, the mere presence of Greg: his warmth, his touch, and his smell had me aroused and more than ready to go. As the pot hit me, it only made me more aroused. I handed the joint back to Greg. He did his hits, and then passed it back. "How do you want me?" he asked, rolling over on his stomach, and spreading his leg. For the first time, I saw the tattoo on his right ass. After doing a hit, I placed the joint on the bed table and bent over to examine it more closely. "You like it?" he asked me. It was two small male symbols intertwined. It was perfect on his young ass and as trite as it sounded, made him look cool. But at the same time, staring at made my stomach tighten up. He knew what he was and had not just accepted it, but also was proud of it. I wondered how many other men had spent their mornings with him, naked in bed. Would I be just another conquest? And, in comparison, how did I look. There had been only two men in my entire life, both in the past thirty-six hours. "It's beautiful," I finally said. "Good. It's going to look even better when you're fucking it. Now, stop staring, and start fucking me." He spread his legs even further, giving me a glimpse of his hairy hole, so eager for my cock. "Lube?" he asked. Before I could reply, he produced a small blue bottle, and poured the liquid on my cock. He rubbed it, the slick fluid coating my shaft and his hands teased me, edging me closer to the eventual, needed release. I wrestled Greg onto his back, his legs up in the air. I was completely aware of how inexperienced I was, compared what I had gleaned about Greg from the hints he had already dropped, not to mention the obvious tattoo. I did what felt natural, and I seemed to not get any complaints from him. "Just a second," he said, as he stuck first one finger, then another into his hole. "Gotta get opened up a bit first." "That's right," I said. "You've done this before." "Yeah," Greg said. "I have." He smiled at me, his legs spread, two fingers in his hole. "Which means you need to catch up." He pulled his fingers out; they were glossy from the lube. I put my cockhead against his hole. "Put it in me," Greg said. Like the night before, we didn't think about condoms. A rubber sheath protecting me from Greg would only just barely protect me from an uncertain risk. But it would totally isolate me and cut me off from being able to fully experience our sexual explorations. Greg was the one that I truly wanted, and I couldn't bear to make that bonding any more difficult than it already was. Just as my cock slid into his tight hole, he held a small brown bottle under his nose and inhaled deeply. "Want a hit?" he asked me, after holding his breath for a few seconds. "What is it?" I asked, hoping that I wouldn't appear too naive. "Poppers," he said. "I keep on forgetting how innocent you are." "Well, you are doing your best to corrupt me. What do they do?" I asked. "They give you a short, intense rush. Just hold it under your nose and inhale a bit," Greg replied. "Not too long, at least for the first time." I took the bottle from him, and followed his instructions. The smell was soft yet chemical, although I didn't feel any different at all. Greg took the bottle back and screwed the top on. Suddenly, warmth filled my body, and all of my senses were heightened together with the pounding of my heart. The formerly steady pace of my cock in and out of Greg's hole now turned into a religious act, each millimeter of movement a benediction of pleasure. Involuntarily, I grabbed my young man's head, and we started to kiss, deeply, lovingly, and intensely. "Oh fuck," I moaned, my hips now bucking uncontrollably in and out of his hole. "Fuck me, Clint," he whispered into my ear. "Fucking pound my hole. Fill me with your cock and drain your seed into me." I thought I was going to cum at any moment as the intensity of the feelings ran from my cock to my balls to my brain. But, shortly later, as I could barely stand it, the sensations passed. It still felt amazing to be inside of Greg, but there wasn't the same intensity. "Pretty incredible, isn't it?" Greg asked me. "Yeah, it was," I said. The surge of emotions and sensations were the poppers that Greg had given me, not to mention the weed we had smoked. It had felt great, but it wasn't something I wanted to do constantly. To be balanced, to be complete, the enhanced, popper-fueled fucking also needed plain old fucking in order to maintain the contrast and passion that the drugs forced on me. "But this is pretty damn nice as well," I said, my cock still sliding in and out of Greg's hole. "I know," Greg said. "This is the best way to wake up." My cock had never felt this hard before, so alive and so masculine, as when it was inside of my hot freshman roommate. It was like a pornographic story, getting to fuck my freshman roommate, the morning after move-in. Plus, there was the certain promise of many more mornings and afternoons and evenings just like this. We would explore each other's bodies and learn how we could find pleasure in them. "Me too," I said, in between our constant kisses. It seemed so normal to me, so natural, to be naked next to a man, to be kissing him, and to have my cock buried inside of him. I had read countless screeds about how it was unnatural, but it had been all so easy, all so natural, to fall into it. In high school, I had attempted to go on dates with girls, but it had always felt forced. With Greg, it was like running down a hill. "I'm going to cum soon," I said. "I know. I can feel your cock dripping pre-cum. Shoot your load deep in me. I need to have more of your fluids inside me." Despite the steady, hard pounding of my cock deep into his ass, Greg kept on smiling. Last night, when he had fucked me, it had hurt but it had also felt good. As my cock penetrated into him he was feeling the same thing. "I really like being this close to you. You inside me. You cumming in me." "Me too," I said. Even when I had just been jerking off, I dripped pre-cum. Now, when I was actually fucking a guy, there was a steady stream leaking from my cock and into Greg. It made each stroke easier and smoother than the one before, and each stroke only brought me closer to orgasm. "I'm going to cum," I said. They were the last words I could say before my orgasm took over my body and mind. Greg wrapped a leg around my waist and an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close to him. His new position also forced my cock deeper into him and my balls bounced against his ass. "Don't hold back," he said. "I can take it." That was all I needed to hear; I stopped trying to hold back and let my cock explode. "I want to take it." "Uggh," I grunted and my dick swelled before spitting a thick load of cum into Greg's ass. "Fuck," I said, as another jet landed inside of him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I continued, each word marking another jet of my jizz entering my roommate's ass. "Give it to me," he said. "Drain your balls in my hole." I had a few more spurts in me before my balls went dry and my energy was exhausted. "Nice job, man." Greg grabbed me and gave me a deep kiss. "This is how I want to wake up every day," he said. It took me longer to get my thoughts together. The force of my orgasm had destroyed any ability to think about anything more complex than pure animal pleasure. The poppers hadn't helped me either; they only emphasized the primal nature of our lust. "Me too," I finally gasped. My cock, still buried deep in Greg's hole, was now wickedly sensitive. Greg knew that and was gently squeezing his butt, taunting and teasing me in his effort to get every last drop of my sperm out of my balls and into his body. We lay there and kissed for a few minutes, before my cock finally softened enough to fall out of his hole. "Want to get a shower before breakfast?" Greg asked me. "Sure," I answered. Although we were both in agreement about the next step, the reality of getting up from the bed was a lot harder. Each time we started to make a move, one or the other of us would find something new to play with: a part of the other's body we hadn't yet kissed and hadn't yet explored. "Want some?" Greg asked, offering me the rest of the morning's joint, just after we had finished a round of making out. "Sure," I said. Greg lit the joint, and inhaled deeply. I was about to take it from him when he stopped me. "Wait," he said. "Exhale for me." I emptied my lungs, and he pressed his lips against mine. He blew out his cloud, into my lungs, more than filling them. "I love that," he said. After fifteen minutes of making out, shotgunning, and exploring each other, I had managed only to get out of bed, only to find myself kneeling in front of Greg. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, and his cock was right in front of me, hard, huge and erect. It seemed to be begging for my attention. "God, you're big," I said, wondering how I could ever get all of that beautiful shaft into my mouth. "You're pretty good sized yourself," he said. I looked down. My cock was still in recovery mode. Even accounting for that, it seemed so much smaller than Greg's tool. Like all guys, I had measured it many times, hoping the result would be something big and impressive and something I could brag about. But, each time, it was the exact same number: seven and a quarter inches. "How big are you?" I asked. I licked the tip of Greg's shaft, my tongue running over the unique combination of soft, sensitive skin stretched over the steel-hard core. There was a drop at the tip, salty and subtle, tasting of Greg's own flavor. "Eight inches," he said. "You?" "Only seven," I said. "And a bit." "That's still plenty big enough," he said. "Trust me. It felt awesome fucking me." He put a hand on the back of my head and gently pressed down. He forced me to take more of his cock in my mouth, so I opened wide and tried my best to fit his shaft into my mouth. It was only the second time in my life sucking on another man's cock. There had been the guy in the gym the other morning and now Greg. I wondered how many times Greg had sucked a guy off. What had he done after school and over the summer? How much more experience had he had compared to me, and was there any way I could hope to measure up. I realized that each time I had sucked cock, I had ended up kneeling in front of them, their erect shafts filling my vision, filling my mouth, filling my world. I knew viscerally why "cocksucker" was an epithet and why it was a put-down. There was nothing else I could do other than to genuflect in front of the source of the men's masculinity and power over me. I even wanted to do it, to truly become nothing more than a cocksucker. But both times it didn't feel like I was debasing myself or that I was less of a man, when I took Greg's dick into my mouth, when I swallowed Eli's shaft. I wanted those dicks more than anything else and to know I was giving them pleasure. That I was able to share in their pleasure was just a bonus. "And damn, that feels good," he moaned, leaning back slightly. I looked up at him with his cock in my mouth. He was smiling and his eyes were heavy, almost closed. "I'm going to cum if you keep that up. You want my load?" I nodded. I hadn't even thought about pulling off and not taking Greg's jizz. It seemed disrespectful to Greg to not let him cum in my mouth. I would be telling him that he was dirty and unclean. His load would be my reward. It would be his way of showing me how much he had enjoyed my oral service. It was my prize for being a good cocksucker. "Fuck yeah," he grunted. "Take my load, you cocksucker." He pulled his cock out and ran it over my thin beard. The beard quickly got wet from my spit and his pre-cum. "You fucking hot man, teasing me, getting me so damn hard, so damn close." I let him rub his cock over my face until he had gotten his fill. He slid it back into my open, waiting mouth. He pushed it all the way in, until it was hitting the back of my mouth. I needed to take more of it. I needed to take him all the way to the base. I needed to feel his balls rest against my chin. "Just start to swallow, but hold it," Greg said. He had picked up on just how much of a novice I was. He was giving me instructions on how to give a better blowjob. As he spoke to me, giving me confident, quiet instructions, he grabbed the brown bottle again, and held it under my nose. "This will help you. A lot," he said. I inhaled deeply from the poppers and remembered the warm, exciting rush I had gotten from them earlier. He pulled me off his cock for a moment while he did a hit from the bottle as well. When my heart started to pound, I took his cock again and swallowed. My throat opened up, and it was instantly obvious how to take his shaft. I went all the way down on his cock and it even entered my throat. It felt even bigger than it looked, filling me up, and nearly choking me. "Oh fuck," he moaned. "That feels awesome, man." Even though his shaft was more than I imagined I could manage, I kept his cock in my throat. I had to fight back the urge to gag; it was my body's involuntary reaction to the invasion. But, although my body had one reaction, I was far from wanting him out of my throat. In fact, I wanted him in me as deep as possible. Not only did I want him deep, I wanted him to stay there and to do this as often as possible. He felt the way I was gagging and pulled his shaft out. "It's alright," he said. "It takes some practice, especially with my cock." He ran his hand over my head, ending up holding my cheek. I looked up, and he was smiling at me. "You look so beautiful, Clint, down on my cock. It took the other boys weeks to learn how to do it. And they had sucked dick before." He leaned in and gave me a kiss. "I want to give you my load." I nodded. I loved giving him head. I loved hearing him tell me how good I was at it. Even if he was just saying it to re-assure me after gagging on his cock, it made me feel like less of a naive boy, and more of his sexual equal. "You want my load?" Once more, I nodded. Unlike Greg, in my whole life, I had been with only one other man. I had only had one chance to taste one other man's sperm. Even that had been just the previous morning: Eli in the steam room. I needed to know what Greg's tasted like. "Good," he said. "I'm getting fucking close." He took the bottle of poppers, and did a hit. "I don't want to ever have to pull out when I am inside you." He then held the bottle under my nose, letting me inhale the drugs. It wasn't long before the poppers hit both of us. I had to have all of Greg's cock in my mouth and let him enter my throat. I wanted not just to taste his sperm but I wanted to swallow it as well. I wanted to make him part of myself. Greg was getting close, as his breathing was now labored and his cock was harder and thicker with each stroke in and out of my mouth. In addition, he was dripping pre-cum in a steady stream. I was swallowing every drop of it. "Oh fuck," he said, "I'm cumming." His cock stiffened and spurted, emitting a thick jet of his cum right against the back of my throat. Without even thinking I swallowed and kept on sucking his cock. The next spurt landed on my tongue, I could taste the sweet saltiness of his semen. It was hard for me to compare him to Eli; although the two flavors were definitely both male, they were as different as the big, muscular black man and the lithe, young college boy was. I wanted more of both. "Oh fuck, cocksucker," he moaned. "Swallow my cum." His hand was at the back of my head and he held me in place. Even if I had any desire, with his hand on my head, there was no way I could have pulled off of him to avoid taking his load. "Damn hot," he said. I could tilt my head up just enough to see him staring at me and watching how his hard cock disappeared into my mouth. I wondered what this scene would look like to an observer: I was on my knees with my lips stretched around this handsome young man's hard cock. He was bucking wildly and obviously shooting his load into my mouth. This scene was just what I wanted and what I secretly dreamt of for years. Even though I had just shot my own load, my cock was getting hard once again, from the pure primal pleasure of sucking another man's cock and swallowing his hot load. Greg's thrusts slowly subsided, and my mouth was no longer filling up with sperm. But neither of us made any move; I was still milking out the last drops of sperm and Greg was enjoying my attention. "Damn, that felt amazing," Greg said. He sat up on the edge of the bed, carefully not letting his cock fall out of my mouth. Only then did he pull me up to kiss me. His tongue explored my mouth and sought out the last remnants of his load. He found those few tiny drops that I hadn't yet swallowed. "You've done that before?" he asked. "Only a few times," I said, sheepishly. "I'm pretty new at all of this. Once, actually." "Fuck, how did you know to do that?" "I guess I just did what I wanted you to do to me." "God. Don't know if it was you or what, but that was the best blow job I've ever gotten." We continued to kiss, as both of our cocks softened and our morning horniness finally dissipated. "Shower?" he asked me. "Sure," I said. He stood up from the bed and I followed him into the bathroom. I adjusted the water while Greg tried to find two towels for us. He had planned to unpack yesterday afternoon, but instead, we had ended up fucking the entire afternoon. Now those choices were coming back to annoy us. "Just use mine," I said, pointing him to where I had stacked the two lone towels I had brought. "Ok," he said. He got into the shower while I held the curtain open for him. I followed him in. He pulled me close and kept both of us under the warm water. As we embraced, he rubbed his cheek against my beard. "I keep on expecting it to be rougher than it is. It's so soft," he said, before kissing me again. I wrapped my arms around him and his body pressed up against mine. Even though I had spent the previous afternoon and all night with Greg, his body was still the source of constant discoveries. This time, it was the thick hair on his legs; it had been matted down by the water even as though his smooth chest seemed almost dry. "You feel good," I said, fully aware of how trite it sounded. "You too." We kissed before he continued. "It seems strange that we've only known each other for less than a day. It feels like a lot longer." I had been having the same feelings; Greg was quickly turning into more than just a roommate. Possibly even more than just a friend or fuckbuddy. "A lot longer," he said. "I know," I said. I didn't want to jinx what we had started by saying anything else yet. Instead, I grabbed a bar of soap and rubbed it all over Greg's body. I soaped up his torso and then turned him around to do his back. He started to press his ass up against my groin, but he was suddenly started coughing. It took him a minute or two to recover from the coughing fit. "I think I got a cold from the drive out here. Or something," he said. "I wondered about that," I said. He had woken up a few times the past night due to sneezing and coughing. But, each time, it had quickly subsided. "Yeah, sucks. And now, I've got a bit of a sore throat as well." "Well, I can always give you something to help soothe it," I said, rubbing my cock up against his soap-covered slippery body. "Hard to tell if that would make it better or worse," he said. "My turn," he said. He took the soap from me and turned me around. He lathered up my back, before moving down and spreading my ass open. He carefully cleaned out my crack allowing a stray finger to run slow circles around my hole and gently press and probe my hole. I moaned in pleasure; I wanted him back inside me. "Oh fuck, that feels good," I said. "But I need some food. There's plenty of time later for all that." "Promise?" Greg asked me. He pushed me under the water to rinse off. "Promise," I said. "I'll never get tired of you fucking me." It had been hard enough to tell him to stop playing with my hole. To tell him that he'd never get another opportunity to slide his beautiful dick into me was far more than I could do that morning. I pulled him under the water, and as we kissed we also rinsed off the last of the soap. "Now. Food. I've got soccer practice this afternoon. Afterward that?" "Don't shower," he said. "I want you hot and sweaty when I fuck you." "I can do that," I said, turning off the water. Greg handed me a towel. We dried off, got dressed, and headed out for breakfast.

2. Greg I turned to Clint. "Head up and start to unpack?" I asked him. "Sure," he said. He led the way, this time taking the stairs rather than waiting for the still-busy elevators. I followed him, staring at his ass. The years he had played soccer had paid off. His ass was perfect, like two firm melons side by side. I wanted to bury my face in there, lick his hole until he was wet and moaning, and then sink my cock deep. But I forced myself to keep my hands off him. I had noticed him checking out a girl earlier, and besides, he was my roommate. Once in the room, I went straight for the fridge. "It's getting hot today. Want a beer?" "Sure," he said. He went to one of the shopping bags, and pulled out the fan he had bought. As we sipped our beers, he started to assemble it. "This should help a bit," he said, "for unpacking." My first target was the small duffle bag. There was a joint in there, and the afternoon was going to be much better if I had a proper buzz. "Share a joint?" I said, offering it to Clint for the first puff. "What is it?" he asked. "A joint. You know, pot." I wondered if he was really that naive. "Oh. Right." He looked a bit sheepish. "It would be my first time," he said. "That kind of stuff is illegal in the Mid-east. Like years in a hell-hole prison or death penalty illegal. But sure, I guess." At least he had a good excuse and wasn't going to be a prude about it. "Cool. It's good stuff, and since this is your first time, maybe just a bit? I'll go first; watch me." I lit the joint, and did a long draw. "Hold it for a bit," I continued, and then exhaled. I handed him the lit joint. He did a decent hit, and tried to hold it. But a few seconds later, he collapsed in a fit of coughing, exhaling it all. "Don't worry," I said. "That's what happens your first time. Even I still cough sometimes as well. Do one more hit," I said. He did another hit, this time he managed to avoid coughing for a few more seconds. He handed it back to me. "It's harsh," he said. "And I'm not feeling anything yet." "Give it a few minutes," I said. I went into my bedroom, and dug through the boxes. I found a small plate to use as an ashtray. Before I went back to the living room, I sent a quick text to Nathan. "He's a weed virgin. Probably virgin, period." Back in the living room, Clint had finished putting together the fan. He stuck it in the window and turned it on. "What do you think about the living room?" he asked me. We discussed various options and occasionally moved the sofa and tables around to see what it would look like. We continued to talk about ourselves. Clint asked me a lot of questions about Nathan, like what kind of photographer he was, how long he and Jason had been together, and how often we hung out. Clint seemed to find Nathan fascinating; I wondered if he had met many gay men as masculine and as comfortable as Nathan in Kuwait. Or even any out gay men at all. Although the fan helped some, soon, in the afternoon heat, we had worked up a bit of a sweat. Between the heat, the beer, and the weed, I wanted to get at least my shirt off. I offered Clint the joint again. "Take two hits, then pass it on. That's the tradition." He took two hits, and then handed it back to me. "Just a sec," he said, heading into the bathroom. While I waited for him, I texted Nathan. "Damn, it's hot. I want to take off my shirt," "If I were there, I'd take off you shirt. And your shorts," he replied back almost immediately "Yeah, whatever. I think you fascinate Clint. He's been asking me about you all afternoon," I texted back. The fan wasn't cutting it in the afternoon sun, so I gave in. I pulled off my shirt and tossed it into the corner. Right as I did, Clint stepped out of the bathroom. "Was getting too hot in here," I said, explaining my shirtless state. "No kidding. Back home, we usually just take a nap now." He pulled off his shirt as well. I tried not to stare at his nearly perfect torso. There was just the right amount of fat to smooth out the muscles, and the lightest dusting of dirty blond hair over his chest. There was a slightly thicker trail leading down from his navel into his shorts, perfectly framed by his cum gutters. He was saying something about another possible arrangement of the room, but I barely heard him. "Think that would work?" he asked. "Sure," I said. I had no idea what he had said, but I had to cover how I had been mentally undressing him. "Help me move this?" he asked, indicating the sofa. "Of course," I said. As he walked by me, he caught his foot on the edge of a rug. He stumbled, and instinctively, I reached out to grab him. I caught him but then immediately wished I had not. To catch him I had wrapped my arms around his chest and now his warm body was pressed against me. We were entangled like that for a moment too long, and I wanted to have never even tried. Then that long moment stretched out into a moment far, far too long. I had no idea how I was going to explain the moment to him that wouldn't end any possible friendship immediately. Clint smiled and his piercing grey-blue eyes sparkled in the afternoon sun. And then there wasn't enough time in the world to hold him properly. Almost simultaneously, we leaned in together to kiss. Both moving in at the same time, we totally missed each other and my cheek rubbed up against his chinstrap beard. It was softer than I expected. I wondered what it would feel like against my hole. Clint wrapped his arms around me and we tried the kiss again. This time our lips met perfectly and our tongues easily pressed into the other's mouth. I ceased to worry and enjoyed it. Slightly buzzed, slightly stoned, in the arms of a hot young man, my roommate, I was making out with him and I didn't want it to end. After our tongues spent long decades exploring each other's mouths, Clint broke off our kiss. In truth, the kiss had been less than a minute, but a minute that had changed everything. Although he had stopped kissing me, he made no move to unwrap his arms from me and I continued to hold him as well. "Hello," he said, finally. "Hello," I said. I leaned in again, and his lips parted for me. My tongue went back into his warm, welcoming mouth. It was another minute that felt like only a quick second. This time I had to break it off in order to breathe. "Yeah," Clint said. Then he kissed me once more. He pressed his firm, hard body against me. I felt his dick straining against his shorts. Mine was just as hard, and was leaking pre-cum into my underwear. This was all so easy. I didn't want any part of it to end. "Let's move the sofa. Then we can get on it?" Clint asked me. "Yeah," I said. Even though we had agreed on a plan of attack, it still took us several more minutes of making out before we were even ready to carry out our plans. Finally, we forced ourselves to separate long enough to move the couch. Once we had done that, Clint checked his phone, and laughed. "What?" I asked. I picked up my own phone, and saw there was a message from Nathan. "Go for it," it said. "Oh. I had texted Nathan that I thought you were hot. He just texted me back, 'Go for it.'" It was my turn to laugh. "I texted him the same thing. And he texted me back the same thing as well." Clint had started to peck away at his phone. "What are you telling Nathan?" "Too Late" "Excellent," I said. I quickly send the same message to Nathan. A few moments later, Clint's phone buzzed, then mine. "Good?" read the message from Nathan. I texted him back, "Very good. My first project." Clint got two more beers out of the fridge. Nathan texted me back, "That's my dark, dirty poz boy. Try 'Raw Love' in the DVDs I gave you" This time, Clint's phone didn't buzz. Clint handed a beer to me. "To college adventures. With a fucking hot man," I said. "Together," I added. "To adventures," Clint echoed. "With my sexy roommate." We clinked bottles, and then each took a sip. "You know Jason has done nude modeling, don't you?" "Yeah. Nathan's done it as well. And they've done stuff together too. Why?" "I lost track the number of times I've jerked off to Jason." "Ha," I said. "I've jerked off to their movies." "Movies?" he asked. "I've never seen those." "Yeah," I said. The black case Nathan had given me was lying on the coffee table. I opened it up; as I expected, there was a bottle of poppers, some lube, and some DVDs. The titles were scribbled in black pen on the plain DVDs. The first one was labeled "Raw Love." "You want to see one?" I asked. "I guess. Although it's only going to make me horny." "You're not already?" I asked. I ran my hand over his crotch. His cock was hard, straining against the shorts. It felt like it was a pretty big. I resisted the urge to pull off his shorts immediately. Instead, I stuck the DVD in my computer, and put the laptop on the coffee table. The screen went black, and then almost immediately, it was a scene of Jason and Nathan. They were sitting on a couch, both of them in jockstraps. They were talking; I turned up the volume a bit. They were talking about how long they had been together. Off screen an unseen cameraman asked them, "And always raw?" Jason nodded, and Nathan answered, "Always." With that, the two of them started to make out, slowly progressing to Jason licking Nathan's cock. Clint was sitting next to me on the couch; we were only half watching the video. Most of the time we were making out and exploring each other's bodies. His hair was amazingly soft and delicate. It wasn't just his beard but also his chest hair. I did my best to pace myself. I didn't want to strip him down too fast. On-screen, the action had progressed. Jason was sitting on Nathan's cock, the familiar thick shaft sliding into his smooth hole. Of course it was bareback; nothing had ever come between them. Clint noticed it. "No condoms?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "Bareback." "Is that safe?" "Nothing in life is completely safe," I said, hedging my bets. "Does Nathan have HIV?" he asked. "Yeah. He's poz." "Is Jason?" "Yeah." There was a much longer silence. Clint watched the screen. Jason was sliding up and down on Nathan's raw cock and the two men were kissing deeply. Finally, he spoke. "You?" Now it was my turn to be silent. "I don't know," I finally said. He might have been my first project, but I wanted to be honest with him. I had to be honest with him. After all, I was still going to live with him for the rest of the year. Clint ran his hand down my chest, coming to rest on my groin. He traced out the outline of my cock straining against my shorts. "Do you know how they got it? I mean, HIV?" "Yeah, Nathan told me the story on our trip." I pulled Clint closer to me and he pressed his body against mine. "Nathan got it from his first partner. And he gave it to Jason." Clint gave me a kiss on the neck. "They never used condoms." Clint gave me another kiss, this time on the lips. "I want you to fuck me," he said. "I want to fuck you." "It looks so easy. So hot. So..." He stopped talking, but his fingers continued to rub against my erection. "Intimate?" I asked. "Yeah. Intimate." "It is," I said. Yes, I wanted to fuck Clint raw to poz him up, but more than that, I had to fuck Clint raw in order to truly know him. A condom would only be a thin piece of rubber, but it would be the same as a thick stone wall between us. "You think it's going to be ok?" he asked me. "I don't know. But, our first college adventure? Together, like really together?" "Yeah," he said. I pushed him back on the sofa and got on top of him. We kissed again. Now, we were not quite as shy about it, and we enjoyed it to the fullest. Clint reached down and fumbled with the button and zipper on my shorts. Once he got them open, he pushed them down. I was left in just my underwear. I did the same to Clint. I was brave enough, or just horny enough to pull off both his shorts and his underwear at once. His cock was erect, and there was a bead of pre-cum at the tip. I rubbed my finger against it and scooped it up. I tasted it; it was sweet and salty and pure and perfect, all at the same time. Clint moaned as I fondled his shaft, spreading his legs and wiggling his ass in pleasure. I got off the couch just long enough to take off my own underwear. I then kneelt back down on the floor and wrestled Clint into position. His ass was hanging off the side of the sofa and I spread his legs in order to press my face into his crack. It was warm with just the right amount of fur and a little moist from the heat of the day and our exertions. My tongue sought out his tight hole. This immediately elicited a moan of pleasure from Clint. I proceeded to lick it, tease it, and was able to gently open him up. "Oh Greg," he grunted. "That feels amazing. Like nothing else I've ever felt." I took my time. I was pretty sure he was either a virgin or very inexperienced and he had to enjoy it. There was no need to rush either; it was still early in the afternoon, and our first orientation activity wouldn't begin for several hours. We could do this properly, do it slow, do it deep and long, and leave him desperate for more. I rimmed his hole for what seemed like hours, as he opened further up for me. When his hole seemed sufficiently relaxed, I began to play at it with my fingers. He moaned when my index finger first penetrated him. It was hard for me to fight back the urge to go straight for the kill. I was tempted by even just a hint of the warmth of his body around my finger. "This is good, isn't it?" he asked me. His face was a confused mess: simultaneously ecstatic at the new sensations his body was giving him, but also scared and unsure about where these explorations would lead him. "Very good," I said. My own cock was throbbing; a bead of pre-cum had formed at the tip. I scooped it up and pressed the finger into his hole. "Feel ok?" I asked, as the first of my dangerous fluids entered his body. "Fuck yeah," he said. I was still kneeling down in front of his hole. I watched his ass pull on my finger; it disappeared into his muscular butt. I had gone into sex with Nathan with my eyes wide open. I knew all of the dangers and risks of having sex without protection. I knew the dangers of having sex with a positive man. I wanted it. I wanted the Nathan and I wanted the virus he carried. But, I wasn't sure if Clint knew what he was getting himself into. Although I had only known him for a few hours, we already had something complex and wonderful. I didn't want to risk that by not telling him the entire truth. But also, I didn't want to jeopardize my chances to get inside him and feel my cock slide against that perfect muscle hole. I pulled my finger out and poured a bit of lube on his hole. My cock started to slide into his crack. Our eyes locked and then our lips locked together while our tongues explored each other's mouths. "I need to tell you something first," I said, breaking off the kiss. My cock was pressed up against his hole. "I want you inside me," he said. "Fuck, don't stop now." "It's important," I said. However, he was eagerly rubbing his ass against my cock and against my best intentions, I reached down and helped my cockhead just barely enter his hole. "No. This is important," he replied. "Important to me. Important to us." He wrapped his arms around me, and pulled himself against me. I was already hard, I was already wanting inside of him, and I was already perfectly positioned. His latest provocation was more than I could resist and I stopped trying to hold back. I let myself enter him. His hole was hot and tight and there was enough lube to let me slide into him. Any restraint in further penetration would require a serious effort on my part. "I need this so badly," he said, as my raw shaft slid into him ever further. I stopped trying to resist him. I took just enough time to pour some more lube on my shaft, enough to make it easy for him to take. Then, slowly and carefully, I pressed my fat rod into his tender hole. As I pressed further into him, his smile grew larger, deliriously happy to finally be getting what he had dreamt about and jerked off to for so long. When we were both used to my presence inside him, I stopped trying to open him up and began to fuck him properly. "You're so tight. So warm," I said, leaning in for another kiss. He wasn't as good as the other men, Nathan, Jason or Sean, but he was a virgin and still very much a novice in getting fucked. He was doing a great job; what he lacked in talent, he made up for in enthusiasm. Not until I was almost all the way inside him did he even wince. Even that was taken care of with me staying still for a few moments, letting him get used to me. "You're so hard. It feels so powerful inside of me." We continued to make out. All the while my cock dripped pre-cum into his innocent hole. Neither of us knew what my pre-cum was capable of. It was an ambiguous fluid: slippery, smooth, alive, and perhaps deadly as well. "What did you want to tell me?" he asked. By that time, my balls were slapping against his ass. I didn't know how to tell him any more. There were other things that were far more important now. "I'm going to cum soon," I said. "Do you want me to pull out?" "Do you want to pull out?" he responded. "No, I don't." "Then I don't want you pull out either." "But," I began, but before I could finish, he pulled me down for another kiss. For a moment, I stopped worrying; I just enjoyed his warm hole and his tight embrace. But, finally, I had to say something. "I've been having unprotected sex with guys who are positive." He was quiet for a moment, but made no effort to push me off of him, or force me out of his hole. "Nathan?" he asked. But he tightened his hole around my cock and squeezed out another few drops of pre-cum. I nodded. "You?" he continued. "Are you positive?" "I don't know." It was the truth. I wanted three things in my life at that moment. First, more than anything else, I wanted Clint. Second, I wanted to be poz. And third and finally, I wanted to share this precious gift with Clint. I couldn't imagine a world where I couldn't get all three of them. The two of us were still. I stopped thrusting into his body, and beneath me, he was motionless. Time slowed down while he tried to assimilate everything that I had told him and his own desires. Finally, he made another movement. He pulled me close against his body. His breath was hot against my ear "Don't pull out. Don't ever pull out," he said, in a barely audible whisper. "Are you sure?" I asked, whispering into Clint's ear, just as he had whispered into mine. I had talked a good game with Nathan, telling him how I wanted to poz up the hot guys in college. Now, with one naked and impaled on my raw cock, when I actually had the chance, the reality was a lot more difficult. I felt something warm and wet on my cheek. Before could Clint answer, I saw that he had tears in his eyes. "I really don't know. But this, this closeness, is what I always want. From the moment I saw you, I wanted it with you." We kissed again, his tongue entering my mouth. It came as a shock that I wanted this closeness just as badly as Clint did. My cock twitched in pleasure, glad that it had been granted permission to fulfill its evolutionary mission, it was going to get to shoot its hot load into a wet, accepting hole. "I can't hold back much longer," I moaned. Nathan had kept me on edge the entire week, and I had barely exhausted the reserves my balls had built up. Now, Clint was going to be the lucky recipient of these rich resources. I wished I knew for sure if my semen had the same deadly power as Nathan's, but for now, it was more than enough to have blanket permission to breed my roommate's hot hole. "Cum in me," Clint begged, and I did. The first spurt was thick, long spray of sperm that shot hard out of my engorged cock and landed deep into Clint's body. There was an immediate sense of relief, as the pressure that had built up in my balls was released. The next few spurts were longer and even more intense. I was dribbling my spunk all along the depth of Clint's hole, asserting my ownership of this fertile, virgin territory. "Fill me up, Greg," he asked me. I easily recognized that need in his voice. Just a few days ago, I had the same need when I was begging Nathan to fuck me. "Fucking fill me up every fucking day." "Every night and every morning, bro," I said, as I thrust back into him and another spurt shot out of my cock. I had shot a big load, and it was easy for me to feel my semen squishing around inside of him and against my cock. "You've got a fucking amazing ass." "Your cock feels great inside of me," he said. My orgasm was slowly fading. Although my immediate need for release had been satiated, my cock refused to soften. I continued to gently thrust in and out of Clint, working my load into his delicate tissues. I wanted my seed to stay with him and become a part of him forever. We made out, not saying anything, just feeling the naturalness of our skin-on-skin fuck. "First time?" I asked. There was that unique combination of timidity and eagerness to Clint that made me think he was still new at this. It was endearing and sweet: everything would be still new and wonderful for him. I found it easy for me to get caught up in his pleasure. "Yeah," he said, blushing. "It's a very different environment back home." "Don't worry," I said. "I'm glad I was here for it." "Me too," he said. He pulled me in for another kiss. "Really happy it was you. This is going to be a fun year," he continued. "Definitely," I said. "Fun few years." My cock was beginning to soften, and soon, it would fall out. "Have to pull out," I said. "You going to keep my load up there, Bro?" "Hell yeah," he said. I pulled out of Clint, doing my best to leave as much of my sperm inside of him as I could. Only a few drops escaped, and I pressed them back into him. He grunted in pleasure as my finger entered him, obviously glad to have something up his hole again. Clint's cock was still hard and the trail of fuzz running up to his navel was wet with his pre-cum. I took his cockhead into my mouth, running my tongue around and over it. His pre-cum was a perfect combination of sweet and salty, tempered with the innocence of youth. Even though I had licked it all up, I still wanted more. He sighed in pleasure and obliged my desires; his cock continued to drip a steady stream of his fluid. I worked my way down his shaft, swallowing every drop of it. I was nowhere near as good of a cocksucker as Nathan, but I didn't think I was that bad. I had managed to get all of him in my mouth with the head just pressing into my throat. Clint's dick was just the right size and shape to be big enough, but not so big as to be unwieldy. It was easy for me to alternate between long strokes down the length of the shaft and then shift to concentrating on his sensitive head. I kept this up for a few minutes. There was a pleasurable sense of submission in sucking Clint's cock; the school-yard taunt of "cocksucker" was now a badge of pride. I knew how good I was making Clint feel, and it made me happy as well. "I'm going to cum soon," Clint said. "Can I shoot in your mouth?" I couldn't say anything with my mouth full of cock, but I did my best to nod. I kept on sucking his hard shaft. "Oh fuck yeah," he said, thrusting his hips up and his cock into my mouth. In a pattern I was now very familiar with, his cock stiffened, swelled, and then his thick and rich cream erupted into my mouth. I didn't even try to taste the first spurt but swallowed it without thinking. It was an instinctive response; I wanted to always have a part of Clint in me and have something to remember him by. "Oh god," he moaned, as he continued to pump out his hot sperm. These were smaller and thus easier to savor before I swallowed them. He had a tasty load, and I could have swallowed it all night. Unfortunately, I was able to drain his balls far too soon and then he pulled me off his cock. "Too sensitive," he gasped, as one more drop of cum formed at the tip of his cock. I quickly licked it off before he could stop me. "I know the feeling," I said. I kissed him, letting him taste the sperm that was still in my mouth. We stayed lip-locked, catching out breath, and feeling our naked bodies pressed against each other. I think we could have been there all afternoon. Finally the DVD ended, and the music of the main menu started to distract us. "Shower?" I asked Clint, finally breaking off our make-out session. "Yeah," he said. "Now I just need to find a towel," I said, as I got up from kneeling in front of the couch. "I've got an extra," he said. "In the bathroom." "Cool," I said. "I'll find mine sooner or later." I surveyed the boxes and bags I still needed to unpack. This first weekend was already shaping up to be a pleasurable mix of weed, beer, and sex, with unpacking being very low on the list of our priorities. Clint headed into the bathroom, and I heard the water running soon after. I took a moment to quickly text Nathan about my first conquest before I followed him into our bathroom.

Yea I have a regular top guy,who recently started fuckin me..he said he loves my hole..and says he'll only fuck me..anyway..his 1st time he came 3 times in about 20mins..2nd time he came FIVE times in 30mins..never pulled out..was amazing..I've never met a guy who could cum and recover so quick..like when he first cums(all loads are big btw),he shoots his 2nd load like 2mins later..only thing is he's not free much..but I know he'll fuck me again..

You Can't Outsmart a Stealther Part 3 Bryan was nearly asleep when the chime of his cell phone brought him out of his haze. He grabbed his phone and saw the text message that he was both dreading, yet somehow hoping he might eventually receive. Sam: ru up? Bryan didn't know what to do. Sam is the best fuck he ever had. But, Bryan regretted getting fucked raw twice by a guy that was poz. He had never been so uncertain about anything in his life before. And, he was hoping that perhaps he could just forget it and put it behind him. He decided not to reply. Another text message followed. Sam: i think you want more poz cum up ur hole. Bryan stared at the screen in the pitch dark. As much as the words on the display haunted him, he found himself once again inexplicably aroused. He tried not to think about those two nights - the nights when he surrendered to the best fuck of his life. Bryan put the phone back on the night stand. Moments later, it persisted to chime and light up again. Sam: you know u want it again. don't be shy. i don't wanna fuck anyone but u now. and i know u want my poz cum fucked into you again. don't deny it. Bryan sighed to himself. He knew what would happen if he replied. And he was determined to end this deadly affair now. He tapped out his reply. Bryan: hey Sam. ur hott, and I really like u but we can't do this anymore. i shouldn't have done it. i'm sorry. please stop asking. Sam: We can't do what anymore? Bryan: no more fucking my ass. Sam: ru sure? I know how much u iked it. Bryan's mind was racing once again; and he found himself yearning desperately for Sam to be inside him but he resisted the urge to reply. It wasn't worth it. Another chime and the phone's screen lit up again. Bryan saw a video icon within the text message. Confused, he tapped on it. What unfolded soon shocked him. Bryan squinted to make out the slightly dark and grainy video that unfolded in front of him. It didn't take him long to recognize the audio within the video: "Cum in my ass! Fuck your poz cum into my ass!" nearly screamed out of the phone. That son of a bitch, Bryan thought and he fired back a message. Bryan: What the fuck?! U recorded that?! You're a fucking asshole! Sam: hey, I didn't do it to piss u off. I did it because I didn't want u to accuse me of raping your ass. U can barely make out it's you. it just looks like some hot guy begging for poz cum. no one would know it's u. Bryan: fuck u! u shouldn't be shoving that shit in my face! Sam: I didn't shove anything in ur face. I shoved it up your ass as I recall. and u begged for more and more. don't blame me for giving u want u wanted. Bryan stared at the messages unfolding on his display. His anger was being tempered by a growing sense of wanting and urgency again. He tried to ignore the half-hard erection underneath his sheets and frantically tapped out a reply. Bryan: I made a mistake. No more fucking! Sam: I don't believe u. Bryan: I mean it! fuck off!! Sam: fine, I will. but answer me one question. how many times have u jacked off thinking about me inside you? Bryan stared at the screen, and wanted to put the phone down, but couldn't bring himself to do it. Bryan: it doesn't matter. Sam: even if it's the best fuck u ever had? Bryan's cock was betraying him. It fully hardened as he tried not to think about the massive cock that pleasured him twice before. Bryan: ur a good fuck, maybe the best. i just can't do it. Sam: i've already filled your ass with my poz cum twice. what's one more time gonna hurt? Bryan: i don't want HIV okay? fine, i'll admit it. i love ur cock. ur the best fuck i ever had ok? I jack off thinking about u all the time. i crave ur cum in me. but i just cant do it. its nothing personal. Bryan was pleased with himself for being honest and direct. Sam: ru hard now? Bryan: it doesn't matter. no sex. Sam: i love the way you begged for my poz load up your hole. you just don't seem very sure about what u want. but, im not gonna argue. im gonna miss shoving my big cock into ur tight hole and unloading. Bryan felt a moment of relief; then a moment of despair. If he wasn't gonna let Sam fuck him again, he still wanted to talk about it; and re-imagine it. Bryan: thanks. im gonna miss you shoving ur big cock up my hole too. you're the best top i ever had! it's just .. i can't do it. it's too bad bc i love the way you fuck me. Bryan wanted to delete the last sentence, but it was already sent. A few moments later, the conversation took an unexpected direction. Sam: i'll wear a condom. i really like u. i'll fuck u with a condom. Bryan's cock was throbbing, and his mind continued to race. It didn't even occur to him that a condom was an option at this point. Bryan was excited about the prospect, and slowly tapped out his answer. Bryan: oh, i didnt think u would do that. ok, u can fuck me with a condom. how soon can u be over? Sam: give me 30 minutes, leave the door opened like last time. Over the next half hour, Bryan slowly fingered lube around and into his ass sliding two or three fingers into his hole to prepare for the big treat on its way. Remembering how sore he got last time, he applied the lube generously; and fingered it deep into his hole, both pleasuring and readying himself as he imagined Sam owning him again. He played back the video on his phone over and over, watching the best fuck of his life. It's okay this time, Sam thought to himself, he'll wear a condom. Time seemed to drag for an eternity, but eventually he heard the front door open. Sam walked down the dimly lit hallway again; and found Bryan laying naked on his bed, slowly stroking himself. Sam sat on the bed and broke the "bad" news to Bryan. " hey .. the convenient store was closed. i couldn't get any condoms." Bryan was confused, "what?!" and Bryan looked at the clock. It was nearly 2 oclock in the morning. And in their neighborhood, the convenience stores closed at 11:00. Sam was persistent though "maybe we can just jerk off together?" Bryan wanted more; but could't bring himself to say it. "ok, yeah." Sam layed down next to Bryan, pulled off his shorts and t-shirt. Bryan reached for Sam's cock and was surprised how big it felt, even though it was only semi-hard. "Yeah ... take that cock," Sam urged him on. Bryan continued to slowly pull on his favorite cock as it slowly grew in his hand. Sam knew how much Bryan loved his cock; and tried to find a way to convince Bryan to take it raw once again. "Why don't you roll on your stomach and let me massage you?" Sam asked. Bryan was suspicious; but admittedly, he couldn't resist presenting his ass to Sam. So, Bryan rolled onto his stomach. Sam propped himself on his knees and straddled Bryan's ass; and his cock laid on the small of Bryan's back. Sam started massaging Bryan's shoulders;and slowly worked his way down Bryan's back. Bryan tried to ignore the weight of Sam's mostly-hard enormous cock resting on his back; and he couldn't believe how heavy it felt as it rested just a few inches above his crack. As Sam's hands moved closer to Bryan's ass, he found himself secretly hoping that Sam might just take advantage of him. The thought of the big cock raping his hole almost made Bryan cum for a moment. "Damn, your cock feels so heavy. I almost forgot how huge it is," Bryan confessed, "maybe you can just rub my crack with it a little bit. Just don't put it in, okay?" Sam didn't say a word. He felt Bryan's ass would be his again any moment now; and rubbed his thick piece slowly up and down Bryan's hairless crack. "Mmmm," Bryan said softly as he felt the familiar massive cock teasing his crack just a couple of inches away from his wanting hole. Sam leaned forward pressed his body against Bryan's more tightly so that his balls would rub right on Bryan's fuckhole. The unexpected warmth of Sam's balls made Bryan shudder in delight. "Fuck, that feels good," Bryan admitted, "grind me harder like that." Sam repositioned his cock so that it slid between Bryan's legs; and lightly touched his hole as he slowly but firmly slid in and out of Bryan's inner thights, occasionally making contact with Bryan's ballsack. Bryan gasped as he felt Sam's cock brush up against his hole. He instinctively bucked back, "oh God, that feels so fucking good. why do u have to be poz?" Sam ignored the question and continued to tease Bryan's hole as he slide in and out of in-between his legs. Every few seconds, he would brush up against Bryan's hole; only to have Bryan moan more loudly with each touch. "Oh, be careful, I have a lot of lube there," Bryan warned. Despite saying that, Bryan kept slowly adjusting his position to help his hole line up with Sam's shaft and tip. Damn, I want it, Bryan couldn't help but to think. The top half of Sam's cock was feeling slippery as he picked a little lube with each pass and stroke. It was time to test the waters, Sam decided. He probed around near Bryan's hole with his tip and gave a little push when he found the hole - just enough to remind Bryan of what he was missing. Bryan tensed up as he felt Sam's cock head pressed against his hole. He was trying to think clearly, but was having a hard time doing so. Every part of his body was craving the big dick to be inside him. "No," Bryan mumbled while he moved his hands to the back of Sam's legs pulling Sam closer into him. "We better stop before it slips in," Sam suggested, knowing full well that Bryan would not stop at this point. He continued to gently press on Bryan's hole, awaiting Bryan's response. "Why do you have to be so hot?" was Bryan's response. "Just slip it in a little, okaY? Not the whole thing." Sam smiled to himself, and gave just a little more aggressive push, and easily slid his tip into the overly-lubed hole. "oh fuck!" Bryan squealed as he felt the penetration. Sam held it in place for a few moments and leaned forward towards Bryan's ear "What's in your ass right now?" Bryan moaned and replied, "your cock." Sam wasn't satisfied with the answer. "What cock?" Bryan was trying not to think about it, but felt compelled to answer, "poz cock." Sam pushed in a little more. "Ohh!" Bryan said with delight. I can't believe I'm letting a poz dick into my ass again, Bryan thought to himself. He knew there was no stopping though. It felt beyond amazing. Sam softly asked Bryan another question as he paused mid-insertin, "do you want some more?" Bryan immediately replied, "yes." "more what?" Sam asked. "More poz cock," Bryan said softly as he felt his cock become rock hard against the sheets. "You're gonna get a LOT more," Sam emphasized, and then forcefully shoved another few inches into Bryan. "FUCK!" Bryan shouted, "Oh FUCK!" Sam leaned forward once again and whispered, "i'm about to fucking OWN you." He then jabbed the rest of his thickness balls deep into Bryan to reinforce the point. Bryan gasped and nearly lost his breath by the painful, but oddly pleasurable jab. He immediately felt the satisfaction of having his ass completely fill in - the way only Sam could do it. Sam slowly pulled out a couple of inches, and forced another painful jab into Bryan. "Shit!" Bryan exclaimed. "SO much cock!" Sam slowly pumped in and out for a few moments and then recalled the last time he came was with Bryan. "Hey, I I haven't cum since the last time I fucked you. I have about two weeks worth of cum built up. Can I still cum in you?" Bryan asked as he kept invading Bryan's fuckhole. "FUck yeah!" Bryan couldn't resist but to submit. Rational thought was no longer possible. Once again, he was surrendering to his most beloved cock inside him. Sam pressed on the matter, "it's gonna be a massive amount of poz cum filling up your ass. are u sure you want it?' "Yes! I want it! Please keep fucking me. Fill my ass with your cum. I don't care anymore," he had difficulty saying in between gasps, "own my ass. Fuck your poz cum into my ass!" Sam grinned to himself. He knew Bryan would give in again; and proceeded to long dick fuck the ass he now owned pulling almost all the way out after every thrust and slamming it in again. "OH .. MY .. FUCK .. OH FUCK!!!" was all Bryan could say. Sam paused for a moment, leaned in and asked, "so .. no more bullshit from now on .. you're my poz cum slut whore, right?" "Yes!" Bryan snapped back, "keep fucking me!" Sam savored the moment and continued the agonizing pause with Bryan, "Tell me how much you want my poz cum up your hole now, and I'll give it to you." Bryan didn't hesitate for a moment, "please fuck your poz cum into my hole. give it to me! i want it soo bad! poz my ass! i'm yours. please POZ MY ASS!!!!" Sam resumed his frantic pace and drove his big dick relentlessly into Bryan's craving boyhole. Bryan feared Sam would stop if he didn't encourage him, and found he now loved the poz talk and so demanded, "poz my ass! pound my ass with your huge poz dick!!!" Bryan's words were interrupted momentarily when Sam occasionally jabbed him. "Poz me! I l LOVE it ! Fuck ! Fuck !" Bryan nearly sang. "That's right," Sam answered, "get ready for the biggest poz load you'll ever take. your ass is mine!" The combination of anticipation, fear and arousal caused Bryan to tremble uncontrollably while he nearly drooled for the large load promised him. Moments later, Sam quickened his pace with hard balls-deep thrusts and unloaded inside Bryan. Bryan felt the tightening and growing of Sam's already large hard cock just before a wetness invaded his hole. Sam continued to fuck, and Bryan jacked his cock once, and let his own load erupt onto his stomach and sheets beneath him. "oh SHIT! oh SHITTTTTTT!" Bryan yelled in ecstacy, "i'm getting pozzed!!" "Yeah, take my big poz load you bitch" Sam said softly as he pulled all the way out; and shoved all the way back in to make sure as much of his load would remain inside, "your ass belongs to me now." Bryan was surprised to feel Sam's cock still twitching inside his hole; and how wet his ass was feeling. The only thing he found himself regretting was that this fuck was over. When Sam pulled out, Bryan felt immediately saddened. Bryan had never been one to kiss much even when turned on. But, he was so grateful for the incredible fuck he just received, he found himself kissing and tonguing Sam's mouth for minutes to follow. Somehow, the fear Bryan once felt had melted away; and a new leaf was turned. He gave in to the inevitable. Sam had successfully and fully seduced Bryan the first night they met. Bryan was just now accepting it. Bryan happily agreed to let Sam sleep next to him; only if Sam promised to wake him up in the middle of the night with another incredible and irresistible fuck. Sam did not disappoint all three times that night.

True multiple cummers are rare, especially if it's a quick anon cum n dump. I do have one buddy though who cums 6-7 times when we fuck and it's all within an hour. He cums in like 30 seconds, and then he holds his cock in my ass, then about 2 minutes later he cums again... and it just goes on and on with him never pulling out. It's always the same... me on my stomach and he hops on and then just cums over and over. I like it because it really makes me feel like a cum hole. He doesn't change position... I just lay there and he fills me up. I love it.

multiple cummers are amazing, I agree! Most times I've experienced a top cum was with two guys at once, and together they came a total of 13 times. It was amazing to say the least - by the end they were literally fucking the cum out of my ass. It's like having a gangbang without having to go to all the trouble of arranging multiple men showing up haha.