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I am really pumped as I am about to take a Trans Atlantic cruise. My last cruise was over-the-top great. We traveled from Los Angeles to Miami, via the Panama Canal. The Panama Canal cruise was my reward to myself as I was very tired as I had just finished up a long, long three-year project so I took two weeks off for the cruise. I even paid the higher price to cruise alone. I was looking forward to good food and wine, time alone, reading and generally forgetting the 70- to 80-hour weeks of the last three years. By the second night out, things changed. During the afternoon of the first full day, I was working out in the on board gym when I spotted a tall, 40-something guy, with a dark tan and salt-and-pepper hair, who was lifting weights. Like me, he was dressed in loose-fitting workout clothes, but as he was bench-pressing, I looked over in time to see a rather impressive mushroom head appear from under his shorts. I am bi, and it had been along time since a man, but I immediately had to suppress a woody. I finished the workout and headed for the sauna (for which I had paid extra). Once in the steam room, I lay back and just rested. Shortly after I had settled in, the door opened and the guy from the weight bench walked into the sauna. We nodded, and then were quiet for along time. After a time, he shifted his towel and out popped the biggest cock I have ever seen. Thick. Huge head. Long. Grinning, he remarked "I caught you looking in the gym." I smiled and reached out to touch the giant cock. Immediately it sprang to life. Now, obviously I didn't have a tape measure, but I gauged his cock came in easily at nine inches in length. We chatted as I gently stroked him, watching the door for any intrusion. He was married, on the cruise with his wife, who was more interested in shopping on board, and hanging by the pool than being with him. I finally blurted out, "We can go to my cabin. I am cruising alone." So we left for my cabin. Once inside, we quickly undressed. He was stunning naked: great muscle tone, tight ass, and, of course, his huge cock. We lay on the bed and started to fondle each other. He began to kiss my body and worked his way to my cock. He teased, licked and finally engulfed my six inches all the way and began sucking with passion. "Stop Stop. I am about cum," I said. He paused, remarking "I have plenty of time, so unless you're in a rush, we should have enough time for you to cum twice." With that he engulfed me again. I shot. Wow. He took every drop and swallowed. Then he came up for air and it was my turn. I kissed him all over and worked my way to his massive cock, slowly licking the length and watching surge into life. I gently licked each ball and then worked my way up his shaft, finally reaching that enticing mushroom head. Licking and teasing it, I took it into my mouth and slowly worked on his cock as it slid into my throat, but try as I might, only about half of this monster would fit. I was sideways to him sucking his cock, and his hands began to roam over my back, stopping at my ass. Somewhere in my servicing his cock, he must have wet a finger because he started playing with my ass, rubbing his finger around my anus, before gently easing it in. I sucked even harder, and moaned at the wonderful sensations in my ass. "I want to fuck you," he quietly said. Understand, I was in sheer terror of his cock fucking me, but I nodded yes. I did not come prepared for fucking, but I did have some body lotion. I lay flat on my stomach on a pillow, he lubed my ass and his cock, and he positioned himself at the entrance to my hole. He was hard as steel, and he teased my with that giant mushroom head. I moaned in excitement, finally backing my ass onto his cock. At least I tried. There as extreme pressure but no entry. He then began to gently move the head around in circles and then with a firm push, the head popped into my ass. My breath was taken away. I could not even scream. It hurt like hell. We stayed like that for a bit and then he slowly started to push. Inch-by-inch. Finally, I felt his pubes on my ass. "I can take it," I said in a muted tone. "Yes, you can," he whispered, as he slowly and deliberately alternately entered and withdrew from my hole, eventually sliding in to the hilt. Slowly and deliberately. Within a few minutes of his magic I began to feel a twitch in my ass. I was loving it. The pace built. He pulled back to the head and then shoved all the way. My prostate had been stimulated but never like this. Each time the head of his cock pressed on my prostate, it was unbelievable. I felt like I would pee. He was driving me to feel something I have never felt. He grabbed my hips and increased pace. In and out. Deep. Deep. I was moaning. Suddenly, without touching my cock, I groaned and shot. It was a deep orgasm, such as I had never before felt. Just then he exclaimed "Shit, I cumming," as he buried his cock deep in my hole. I could feel it twitching, twitch after twitch, until finally he lay on top me, giving a deep sign of satisfaction. Afterwards we both showered and went to the deck to have a beer, where we crossed paths with his wife. Giving her a quick kiss, he turned back to me and made the introductions. His wife smiled and commented "Hello, it's nice to meet you. Let's get to know each other better over the next few days." Knowing her husband's semen was churning in my ass I smiled. Later that night, after the wife went to bed, her husband and I fucked again, and that's not all: for the next 13 days, which is to say daily on the balance of the cruise, her husband and I fucked. We parted after the cruise and kept in touch via email but have not seen each other. Last week, however, I received a message from him, and when we chatted we were able to coordinate our vacation plans, so all three of us, the man, his wife and I will be on the same ship. I cannot wait for 17 days of food, wine, sun and fucking. What could possibly be better?

A joy that's shared is a joy made double... Now that's what I call MOUTHWATERING...

FINALLY! Got my cock inside a hot ass 18yo twink boy. We have been talking for a few months and hes very eager. He let me slide right in bare and didnt ask about condoms at all. He couldnt take me long so ill just keep fucking him til he is used to it. And next time my load is going up his ass!

I am a middle school teacher, and I have no shame about going on apps while my students are doing work. I especially love setting something up and knowing the moment that the school bell rings I get to leave and play as well. This past Friday I was hit up by someone with a blank profile. The guy asked if I was his younger brother's teacher. I replied it was possible. He replied he thought it would be very hot for him to screw his little brother's teacher. I asked for pictures and I send mine in return. He sent me a pic of a dick that was a little bit over average with trimmed pubes. The photograph also revealed the guy had abs and some muscle definition, but I couldn't see much of his chest or face. Still, I had no trouble agreeing to meet, he responded with his address, and immediately after school I drove over to his place. He was a well-built country boys with a baby face, clean shaven, blue eyes, short brown hair, and nicely packed with muscle. We got right down to business. I sucked him off in the living room of the house he shares with his parents and one of my students. Much of the time I blew him he stared out the front window, and after a few minutes he instructed me to look out the window. Doing so, I saw his little brother walking up the driveway. Naturally I panicked - if nothing else, my car was in the driveway, and while my car didn't display any particularly distinctive bumper stickers that would immediately identify me, I've found many students are quite aware of their teachers' cars. In any event, my host quickly escorted me to the second floor into his bedroom. Once the door was closed he handed me a bottle of poppers, instructing me to take several huffs. Then he had me lay on my back and he penetrated my ass, securing my throat with one hand as his other hand kept my mouth firmly closed. He also commented in an ominous voice "If you're too loud I'l let my little brother into the room." He pounded away, however, before five minutes passed his little brother knocked on the door, asking to come in. Repeatedly the older brother answered 'no', all the while pounding my ass faster and faster. By the time fifteen minutes had passed, I was certain he was about to blow - only for his younger brother, my student, to resume knocking at the door, threatening "I know you're screwing some bitch and I'm gonna take a picture of the two of you when you come out." For whatever reason, that is what sent him over the edge. I could actually feel his cock unload deep inside my ass. As he did so, he released my throat and mouth and passionately kissed me, as he furiously continued pumping my ass, in and out, in and out, ensuring his load wouldn't ooze down my legs. When he finally withdrew, he presented me with his wet, semen and lube covered cock - just so I could lick it clean. He made up a plan where, as I was leaving, he would run interference with his brother, but before he would allow me to leave he got me to to promise to return today, Monday, immediately after school - for another go-around. He also instructed me to teach his little brother's class while a medium sized butt plug was lodged in my ass. I am heading to work with those supplies inside of my bag as I finish this. Have a great work week, everybody!

Here's an update. I followed through with the dude's instruction and had a butt plug in my ass as I taught the dude's brother's class. In fact I had the butt plug in my ass during two classes as my schedule didn't allow me any other options. My student's big brother was really pleased when I messaged him about the butt plug. While I thought his fetish was a bit odd, I reasoned "Anything to get bred, right?" After school let out I drove to his house, but on this occasion I parked my car a bit down the street which I reasoned with leave me less exposed should the younger brother show-up, as he had the first time around. The play session began with the guy gushing over the fact that he found it soooooo hot I had a toy in my ass while his brother was in my classroom. As he was obviously very turned on, I went down on my knees and began sucking his dick. Within a few minutes, however, as before, the two of us moved upstairs because his brother, my student, was returning home. He stayed down stairs to invent a cover story for his brother's benefit, explaining he'd be in his room for some time, and that he needed privacy to focus on his work. (Closet cases surely are a strange lot.) While he was away, I spent the time huffing poppers, lubing my hole, and reading myself. When he entered the room carrying a basket of laundry, he dropped the clothing, stripped off his shorts, and slid into my ass. Although I was super happy to get fucked my him, I was no less happy I had prepped myself for him. This time around he grabbed a pair of boxers off the top of the laundry basket and stuffed them in my mouth. Before long I realized the shorts in my mouth were wet with sweat and cum. I moaned in pleasure and sucked on them. For thirty minutes he fucked my hole, dumping two loads in the process. Ordinarily I wouldn't take take dick for that long, but I was very committed to pleasuring this guy as long as I was able. As I dressed he moved to scout for his brother, ensuring I had a clear exit. Just before I slipped out of the room, I noticed the boxers he had stuffed into my mouth were clearly too small to be his, but I suppose that can be a conversation another time. In any event, he returned, announced the coast was clear, and escorted me out. I'm not sure what his fascination with his little brother is, but I sure love getting fucked by the guy.

Usually, a great gay sex stories starts of with something along the lines of: "Jonas did not feel the silent eruption of Fernando's cock and the huge load that was stealthily injected deep within his guts as Fernando fucked him brutally against the bedroom wall" but that is so cliche, a word which here means "used so many times that it doesn't make a great story", that I will try my best to not use it as an opening line to grab your attention. Instead, what you are about to read is a long and sometimes monotonous recollection of stories that I have collected from my research of the notorious Fernando and his scheme to infect as many guys as he could with an mutated strain of HIV which, I am sorry to say, is incurable. If you came across this story in the hope of finding paragraphs after paragraphs of fluttery images on intimate sex, a married couple or a happily ever after, then I am also sorry to say that you have clicked on the wrong link. In which case, I would highly recommend that you quickly close this browser, open a fresh one in Google and type in "happily ever after gay stories" where you could blissfully indulge yourself in the hundreds of feel good story written by talented writers across the world. Fernando is best described as a man who lives a dangerous life of stealth gift-giving. The phrase "stealth gift-giving" here which means to "fuck a guy senseless and pass on an untreatable mutated strain of HIV without them knowing, killing them in the most horrific way possible" and has nothing to do with our old Santa Claws friend who secretly hides gifts for children under the Christmas tree. It helped greatly in his conquest to lure men into their own demise by hitting the gym everyday and had developed a body to die for - which you probably would if you get to met Fernando - with dark blue eyes as rich and deep as the fiercest thunderstorms in the Pacific Ocean. His curly blond locks was often hidden under a stained black cap which did a marvellous job at hiding his identity. It was early in the morning when Fernando started chatting with a new guy whose profile just popped up on his Grindr grid. "Sup?" Fernando typed, and waited impatiently for a reply. "Hey," replied the man on the other side. "How are you?" "I'm good mate. What is your name?" Fernando asked. A smile spread across his face as it always does when he knew that sex was on its way. "It's Jonas," Jonas replied. I will not bore you with the tedious conversation that went back and forth, which often does on dating apps such as this one, but after a considerable amount of time, Fernando finally popped in the question that moved the plot forward, "Look, I am all alone in my apartment at the moment." He reached down into his sweatpants and began rubbing his dick which instantly twitched and grew in size. "Do you want to come over for coffee?" The phrase, "coming over for coffee", as I'm sure you know, doesn't necessary imply that coffee would be served when you come over. Instead, there are most likely some other strings attached such as coffee and helping to clean the house or coffee and go out for some ice cream. Unfortunately for Jonas, Fernando's house was always kept clean and tidy and was lactose intolerant. In fact, Fernando doesn't even own a coffee machine so when he said "coming over for coffee", what he really meant was "Do you want to come over for some hot pump and dump?"And the only strings that was attached was a hook, line and sinker, in which, I am sad to say, Jonas easily fell for. The doorbell rang sharply fifteen minutes later and it echoed throughout the apartment. Fernando opened the door to see a shy young man standing outside with tight blue jeans that showed off his bulge nicely and a loose fitted sweater which covered, much to Fernando's disappointment, Jonas's muscular physique. "Hello," said Jonas softly. Fernando could tell that he was a bit nervous and pulled him straight into his lair. He locked the door quickly behind him and they both started making out immediately. They slowly made their way into the bedroom and without a word, Fernando gently undressed Jonas and pushed Jonas's head down in the direction of his cock, which was already fully erected under his sweatpants. Fernando reached down to finally pull his pants away to reveal a 7-inch juicy hard cock; his precum glistening in the morning light as it entered thought the window. Fernando laid down on his back and grabbed Jonas's head between his own two strong hands and skull fucked him, pushing his hips upwards to match Jonas's sucking rhyme. From the muffling sounds that Jonas was making, one could clearly tell that he was enjoying it. Fernando then yanked Jonas's slim body onto his and started making out while trying to reposition him so that his spit covered cock was aiming at Jonas' plucker. Just as the head was about to enter, Jonas grabbed Fernando's cock and pulled it aside. "Do you have a rubber?" Jonas asked, as disappointment painted her ugly colour all over Fernando's face. The term "rubber'' here refers to a "life saving device that separated Jonas from Fernando infecting him with an incurable disease" and not an eraser you find in your pencil case, although I always wish he was referring to the latter one so I could use it to somehow erase all traces of my distance memory living with Fernando when we were together. "Yeah, I have one in my small wooden drawer," Fernando replied bitterly, as he leaned down to grabbed one of his tampered condoms in his small wooden drawer. He ripped the packaging quickly as to hide the various pinhole he had made earlier to the package and rolled it on slowly over his dick to assure Jonas that there was nothing to worry about. It is usually dangerous to safety assume anything even if you are sure that something is true. For instance, you could be driving the same road to work and safety assume that the road conditions would be the same everyday. Then one day as you turn the corner, someone - probably during the night while everyone was asleep - had coated the road with a slick layer of oil and now your car is spinning wildly out of control, all because you assume that it was going to be the same road condition as yesterday. You could therefore see how assuming can actually be dangerous and, in some cases, even kill you. "I can safely assume that you have put on a condom," Jonas said, slowly sitting on Fernando's dick and swallowing it up inch by inch. "And that it is not dangerous if we fuck." An evil smile spread across Fernando's face. "And you could safety assume that the condom will be in place during the entire fuck session," Fernando said, knowing very well that assumptions are dangerous and, in some cases such as this one, could even kill you. Jonas wasn't listening as Fernando began to push his hips and cock deeper and deeper until it was balls deep. Jonas rolled his eyes back and began to ride the cock, occasionally slipping out words such as "fuck" and "ooohh" and phrases such as "fuck me harder" from time to time. I am sorry to say that during the fucking and the assumption that Jonas had made that he did not hear the condom popping while it was inside of him, only a different feeling of euphoria as the head of Fernado's cock made contact with the soft lining of Jonas's arse. I am also sorry to say that Jonas did not feel the head of Fernando's cock swelling up as he fucked Jonas from behind as he laid there on his stomach and I am especially sorry to say that Jonas did not feel the silent eruption of Fernando's cock and the huge load that was stealthily injected deep within his guts as Fernando fucked him brutally against the bedroom wall. Fernando pushed his cock as deep as he could to ensure that the load remained within Jonas where his babies could get to work converting him to one of his own kind. As both men recovered from the fucking session, Fernando expertly rolled off the condom with his hands and covered the tip of the condom - which was empty of course - with his palm to hide the fact that it had ripped during the fuck and quickly disposed of it, only letting Jonas see a small part of it to remind him that his assumption of using a condom was perfectly safe. Fernando gave Jonas his clothes and gestured him the way out without saying a word. He had succeeded once more in passing his genes and, sadly, there would be many more men who will fall prey to his traps in the many years to follow. It would have been several weeks later until I will have met Jonas at a friend's birthday party where he would share his intimate stories of the sex he had with Fernando. He never knew that he had been stealth that night it wasn't for the fact that he woke up the middle of the night with cum leaking between his legs, which he thought that it was so hot that he used it to jerk with all night long. He later confronted Fernando back at his apartment who admitted that the condom had indeed broke during the fucking session but fearing for Jonas's reaction, he decided to keep it a secret. "You already have my cum inside you once before," Fernando said as he rubbed his dick through his pants, "and I know you enjoyed it. Why don't you close your eyes and ride on this cock again?" "I don't think that is a good idea," Jonas protested. "I don't do this often," Fernando lied. "Beside, I just got tested and I am safe" which was the biggest lie of them all. It seemed to have done the trick though as in a matter of moments, Jonas was on top of Fernando's juicy cock once again, all bare this time. Fernando managed to pumped out two loads into Jonas's gut that day and what seemed like a few hours of pleasure later would turn into a lifetime of regrets. *** To my kind readers, I have manage to track down the whereabouts of Fernando but I fear that he is closing on my trails so I have relocated someplace in the country. Please look out for a red door, a mysterious hole in the wall and whatever you do, stay away from the bartender there if you wish to not be infected with the incurable strain of HIV. You will find more information in the manuscript INTO THE MAZE. It is only with your help that I could put Fernando behind bars and bring him to justice. With all due respect, Ganthian Raph

I did this once....got a cheap sleazy room, posted on Craigslist that "Door had red scarf tied to it" gave the hotel name and floor number, and said that i am "simply a fuck toy" and that "no cock or cumload is refused, and that definitely includes toxic cumloads" and I lost count after the 14th cumload. It was amazing. Made me feel like a good boy. ????

He's obviously trying to get over his fear or bareback sex because of HIV, and STD's and Breedingzone is a good place to help someone overcome their fears because they can read about others who have been through the same things. The site is for barebackers but its not a requirment for joining that you must only fuck bareback.

A couple of years ago, I did the transatlantic crossing. Met up with an English policeman in the gym. Ended up fucking each other raw on a daily basis. Also, did an Asian cruise last year. I was entertaining one of the singers from the show and the DJ from the disco. Had to do it discreetly, because if they were caught, they would be thrown off at the next port. Both of them were raw as well.

Sure, if you climb into a sling in a bathhouse and take all loads, there's no reason to expect that you won't possibly be exposed to HIV. But that's not -really- what we're talking about here. Stealthing is about the top starting a session with a condom and removing it mid course, or starting a session with a condom that has otherwise been rendered useless, all without the bottom's knowledge or consent. That's -is- wrong. One party thought they had an agreement with the other party on how they were going to interact. The other party unilaterally changed the terms of the interaction without telling anyone. Not nice. Let's take the term victim out of it. Let's also take out of the question of how often this scenario happens -- I personally think it's rare -- or if it's just a common fantasy. It's a dick move, period. There are plenty of people on forums like this and out in the world who proactively state their desire to be pozzed. Whether they are sincere or fantasizing, if a top has a burning desire to knock someone up with HIV, these people are an excellent to share with. If a person is firing live virus, find other people that want the live virus . That's the responsible thing to do.

Spent time at Philly's two bathhouses while there this past weekend, the result was 7 guys' raw loads in my negative ass.

So last night I said I would post all my Cumloads. I got 4 more strange loads in my whore belly beg the end of the night by randoms I met on Grindr and bbrt. And also my regular Tuesday night breeding from my neighbor. ? Gawd my life is awesome. ??? ....

OH MY FUCKING GOD, I need a fat, bare mancock deep inside my tight hairless boycunt NOW or that goddamn itch will never go away... I so need a hot 'n' hung Daddy to treat me like the little cumdump that I am...

A Series of Unfortunate Breeding: Part the Fourth: Central Park Breeding There is a certain type of joy in being able to communicate without the use of words. For instance, you and your boyfriend could be sitting and watching the sunset together on some beach on a far away island and just the look into each other's eyes will be enough to communicate that you love each other very much. I once learnt a skill where I could summon a waiter to my table just by making eye contact and then order seven dishes on the menu using a series of coordinated eye signals, all without saying a word. If you are right in front of me at this very moment instead of merely reading this paragraph on a screen of some sort, you would clearly see that I am trying to communicate to you using a series of coordinated eye signals so that you would close this link immediately, because the story that you are about to read is too disturbing to waste an evening over. You are better off rather, using your time to research on a new skill or read up on some red berries instead, than reading up on what the notorious Fernando had been up to since his last breeding with Lucas. According to my sundial that's sitting just outside the penthouse in which I am typing this story, Lucas is about to move just enough muscles to remove the butt plug that he had been sitting on, which I am sad to say, held within him a toxic load which had already infected his system with an incurable strain of mutated HIV. As I rubbed my tired eyes from all the eye signalling I have been doing lately, my latest research into the Fernando case had led me to a public toilet near the outskirts of a national park which is usually packed with tourist eager to see the autumn trees change its magnificent colours from a boring green hue to a much more beautiful shade of red so that it looked as though the whole park is bursting in a magnificent display of flames. But during the cold winter days, there are no visitors. It is, however, a perfect place for horny guys such as Fernando to wonder around looking for sex in one of the public toilets, especially during the nights when the park is closed from public use and the security guards have all gone home to their fancy homes and crackling fire places. Nighttime had fallen in the national park when Fernando made his way to one of the public toilets that was scattered throughout the park. There was one in particular that was of interest to him: it was a small restroom near the bank of the river and a short five minutes walk from the main car park. It had been listed as a popular hook up point for gay men to cruise each other - the word "cruise" here means "to engage in dangerous but sometimes extremely exciting sexual acts with other men" and has nothing to do with fucking other men on a cruise ship although that's possible too, I guess. Fernando wore his favourite stained black cap on top of his curly blond locks which made him look entirely like a different person and walked eagerly into the restroom in the cold dark night. The room was what you would expect a public toilet to contain: three toilets that was partition by some poorly painted walls, a series of ceramic urinals lined up against a brick wall and some deliciously looking red berries lying on the floor next to the sink with a broken mirror. Fernando scanned the room, which was barely lit by a single dim lightbulb that hung lonely in the centre of the room, and noticed a rather tall man standing at one of the urinals. Fernando made his way to the urinal next to the man and unzipped his pants and pretended to take a piss. As with most ambiguous things you may find in public, it is sometimes difficult to be certain if something will be safe or whether it will put you in hospital. For instance, if you were lost in the forest and came across some deliciously and scrumptiously red berries, you might be tempted to put it in your mouth only to find out later that it was poisonous and now you are in hospital on the brink of death. If you unfortunately hit on another man on the street thinking that he was gay - the term "hit on" which here means "to lead someone on for some hot steaming sex" - but was in fact straight, you might get hit on the head instead and now you are in hospital on the brink of death. So sometimes, it could be very helpful in your situation if there was some signs that could help clarify the ambiguity such as an arrow in the forest that pointed at the berries with the words "Do not eat poison berries" or someone sending you a message on Grindr saying that he was standing right next to you on the subway train. And if it wasn't for the occasional glances that this man made in Fernando's direction, there was no way that Fernando would have ever known that this man was hitting on him which made the meaty dick resting on Fernando's hand began to stiffen rather quickly. "Hey," the man said softly, raising both his eyebrows, and then shifted his eyes in a series of coordinated movement as if it was a special code for initiating sex. Fernando glanced over at the man, who looked as though he was in this late thirties, and gave a dirty smile. I am sorry to say that you and I will never get to know the name of this mysterious man and so I will continue to refer him as "the man" for the rest of this story. The man had an athletic physique and was a little bit taller than Fernando. He was wearing a blue bomber jacket over a grey sweater to shield himself from the chilly winds outside and Fernando could see in the dimly lit room that he was also grabbing onto his fully erect 6-inch penis which looked like a large meaty sausage and was rubbing it gently. Fernando reached over to grab the man's cock and began to stroke it. The man tilted his head back and began to moan softly, just as Fernando took a step forward and grabbed his head towards his own and slid his tongue sloppily down the man's throat and soon, they were both kissing each other deeply and passionately. Fernando pulled away and caress the man's face. "Let's find some private place to have some fun," Fernando suggested and pointed towards the middle cubical. "No one will notice any suspicious activity in there." "Fuck yeah" the man whispered in an airy tone, and both the men zipped up their pants and walked quickly toward the cubical, closing the door behind them and locking the door with a cloud clink! Fernando began to pull the man closer and licked his neck, much to the man's enjoyment. He then reached down to unzip his pants to reveal his impressive 7-inch cock which was already dripping wet with precum and pushed the man's head down towards it. "Nice coc-," the man tried to say but Fernando was quick to grab his head with both his hands and shoved his cock down the man's throat so only a gurgling sound could be heard echoing in the cubical stall as the man quickly adjusted to Fernando's girth. A pig, as I'm sure you know, is a cute little creature that we often pet at a farm for no reason whatsoever or brought along with us on long walks if we cannot afford a dog. A pig, in the context of gay sex, is considered someone who have sex with just about anybody and is into all sorts of sexual activities such as being petted for no reason whatsoever to having long walks if one cannot afford a dog. And it was much to Fernando's enjoyment that he had found a pig that was willing to do anything he pleased. He lifted the man up from his comfortable kneeling position of slobbering cock-sucking and repositioned him so that he was now bent over the toilet; his arse pointing straight at Fernando's cock which was covered in a slick layer of spit. He pulled down the man's pants, which dropped to the ground near his ankles and slid a finger slowly into the man's arse, which was already slicked with something warm and sticky. Fernando realized quickly that it was cum from the person before him - there is nothing better than to fuck using cum as lube. And with a single thrust, Fernando slid his thick cock deep within the man's arse and he began to fuck in earnest, a word which here means "at such speed and power that it felt as though the walls of the public toilet were rumbling and about to collapse." If you happen to be walking by the park at this time of the night and stumbled near the river where the public toilet was, you might be delighted to hear a familiar sound of a hip roughly slapping onto a butt and the moaning that usually accompanies it, and be quite tempted to enter the restroom and join in on the fun. But this particular night was quite so it was just Fernando and the man alone together in the middle cubical. Fernando grabbed the man's body with both of his hands and pressed him close to his body as he fucked him so that they looked more like one obese guy who was moving awkwardly in a dimly lit room than two horny men having sex. The fucking was so impressive on Fernando's end that the man started shooting long strings of cum uncontrollably all over the toilet seat, the floor and the walls. "Good boy," Fernando whispered softly into the man's ears. "I'm going to cum now. Where do you want it?" This was, of course, a rhetorical question as, I'm sure you know by now, that Fernando always shoots inside whoever's gut he happened to be fucking at that time. "Cum inside me," the pig begged, pushing his butt back so that Fernando's cock was buried deeper within him. Fernando held the man tightly against his chest and pushed deep. Sure enough, several strings of hot cum erupted out of Fernando's cock and found its way deep within the man's arse. He kept his cock in there for several seconds before withdrawing, sliding his cock out slowly so that the man could feel the emptiness and wishing to be fucked some more. A few drops of cum began to leaked out which dropped down onto the man's pants that was still wrapped around his ankle. Fernando gave the man a slap on the butt and pulled up his pants, unlocked the door and walked away, leaving the man to clean up his own mess. As Fernando exited the restroom into the crisp night air, he bumped into another guy who entered the restroom. He never got to see his face, but that fact doesn't matter because by the time he was almost at his car, he could hear the familiar sound of a hip roughly slapping onto a butt and the moaning that usually accompanies it coming from the public toilet next to the river, and by the time he had excited the park and made his way onto the highway, the pig had yet another load into his gut. *** To my kind readers, Please find the manuscript located in a lock suitcase that will be delivered to you. The password is my birthday and you birthday combined. Inside you will find my current research on the whereabouts of Fernando in THE HITCHHIKER. Be extra careful if your car breaks down in the middle of a highway and under no circumstances should you drink any beverage that a stranger kindly offers. With all due respect, Ganthian Rath

22 day till my brother gets here and 23 days till I leave for IML.

agreed!

A gay sex club, as you may already know, is a scary place where men would go to share a brief moment of intimacy with other men for the sake of sheer pleasure. It is an especially dangerous place to go to if you are lonely on a Friday night - or any nights for that matter - where you could find an unlimited amount of guys to fuck, suck, cuddle and a dozen of other things which would be to graphic to list here on these pages. If you do decide to go, I would suggest for you to bring along a trustworthy friend so that he or she could persuade you to not enter for the sake of your own safety and just go out for some nice dinner together instead. And perhaps your trustworthy friend could also do you a favour and suggest that you log out of this site immediately and stop reading the woeful story that is about to unfold. As I sit here in the safety of my study room typing this story, it makes me weep to share with you my research on the evil Fernando but I must let the public know of his horrific actions so that you can prepare yourself if you ever come across him on your sexual adventures. Fernando was standing outside the large red door on Smith Street during a busy and cold Friday night in New York City. The outside air blew a wind across his blond curly locks that was half hidden under his stained black cap that he wore as a disguised so no one could identify him as he walked into the large building, up the one dozen or so steps of stairs and into the club where all the action were taking place. From the outside, you wouldn't have never guessed that it was a sex club - just a lonely red door with the number Sixty-nine embroidery in gold writing printed sadly above it. It was a hidden place for which men would come to have some fun with other like-minded men and, if you may, for your own sanity, you could choose for a minute to imagine that the fun behind these closed doors consisted of men huddled around each other while playing a family-oriented racing video game and slapping each other on the backside when someone told a funny joke or watching some action movie happily together. But the only fun that ever got played in a gay sex club - or at least in Club Sixty-nine - was lots of consumption of the drug speed; a leather role playing game of master and servants; slapping each other's butts while fucking deep while on one's backside; and watching a never ending stream of gay porn movies whose actors are so foreign that you may have never ever seen before or ever would. And it just happened that Fernando was feeling like all of the above tonight when he groped his cock at all the delicious young boys, hopping to grab one of their attention. To his disappointment, none of them seemed interested so he walked towards the bar and struck a conversation with his old friend, Bartender, who also happened to be the bartender for the club. "Hey bud," Fernando said, sitting down on one of the uncomfortable bar stools. "Any fresh meat tonight?" "Hey buddy," Bartender replied. He reached out and slapped Fernando on the backside, as though he told a funny joke. "Yeah, there was a hottie that walked in here a few minutes ago. He wore a white shirt and tan pants. Just your type." The bartender gave Fernando a wink and continued, "If you are quick though, you could still catch him. I saw he went upstairs to the dark maze area. It's nice and dark up there; he wouldn't know what hit him." "Thanks," Fernando said. He did not bother to point out that he already knew how dark a dark maze could get - he had fucked enough guys already upstairs to know. Fernando got up from his stool and made his way upstairs. If you ever find yourself lost in a maze, the wisest thing to do would be to yell for Help! as loud as you could and hopefully someone would come to your rescue. If you have eaten way too many candies and lost your voice, you best bet is to then keep turning left at every possible chance that you have until you have found your way safely out. The dark maze that Fernando found himself in was a large room painted black with dozens of walls separating each other and hundreds of blue fluorescent light that spread randomly throughout which made the whole room look like one large maze with floating blue lights. If you happen to be upstairs that night along with Fernando - and you could very well be since it seemed as though all the guys were here on Friday night to get in on all the action - you would have barely seen, under the blue flourescent lights, lots of guys moving around with both their hands forward to see where they were heading; many of which were also tuning left at every possible chance, as though they were lost. And in the corner of Fernando's eyes, he could see a bloke with a white shirt and tan pants turning a corner and wasted no time in pursuing him. If you been in the maze for as long as Fernando have, you definitely would have memorized the floor layout like the answers to a multiple choice test beforehand or the name of all the singers in the One Direction boyband. Some of the path in the maze led to a small room with a bed that have been stained with copious amount of cum - the word "copious" here means "many small puddles of cum that has not been cleaned up properly and instead, smeared everywhere on the bed" and the floor littered with used condoms and slippery with packets of lubes which no one seemed to care to dispose of in the nearby lonely bin. One of the path in the maze led to the toilets where, I am sad to say, was the place where Fernando would stealth a middle-aged man many years later in one of the cubical after intoxicating him at the bar with the help of the bartender, and another path which led to the outside balcony where I laid eyes on the dreaded Fernando for the first time on a hot summer evening. But on this particular night, after turning left then right, and left and left some more, the darkened path led to a room with a series of booth which the man in white shirt and tan pants quickly entered and locked the door behind him with a loud clink! Fernando quickly entered the room next to him and also locked the door behind him with a loud clink! A room with a hole in the wall could mean a lot of different things depending on where you are when you first encounter it. For instance, if you were at a construction site of your unfinished home and see a hole in the wall, you might think that the lazy construction team forgot to patch it up and you would no doubt get very angry. If you were at home in your study room trying to hide away from a sex maniac, you might be relieved to find a small hole in the wall where you could occasionally peek through to see if you are still safe. But if you find an average size hole perfectly cut out in the wall of a gay sex club with a slobbering warm mouth on the other side, you might find it extremely pleasurable to unzip your pants and stick your hard cock through it and see where it leads too. "Let's see where this leads too," Fernando thought to himself, once he had unzipped his pants and stuck his dripping 7-inch hard cock through the wall, ready to be devoured by the hungry mouth on the other side. A wave of pleasure instantly spread thoughout his body as the person on the other side expertly applied pressure on his shaft with his mouth and was now moving his head back and forth in a rhymic pattern, which Fernando reciprocated by thrusting his hips back and forth to match with the pattern. If you ever stopped by the large red door with the golden embroidery of the number Sixty-nine outside of Smith street in the busy New York City these days, you would find, much to your disappointment, that it has now been closed, with a large lock chain that hung around both the handle bars to keep anyone from getting inside. There are no longer any loud music that can be heard leaking from the smashed windows that covered the building or the sound of fucking and moaning in the private booths with the hole in the wall. The authorities have been alerted that such a high rise in HIV in the area deemed for it to be unsafe for public use. "Yeah!" Fernando whispered, as he continues to thrust his dick sharply against the wall, hoping to slide as much of his meat down the man's throat as possible. "Suck that dick, man!" "Mmmm," was all Fernando could hear from the other side. It wasn't long before the warm feeling was gone and replaced by a familiar feeling of something being rolled onto his dick and Fernando looked down through the semi darkness to see a condom. I'm sure you don't need me to tell you how much Fernando was shocked to see a condom as much as you or I would have been shocked if you had to eat fish and chips without any tartare sauce or watching a chick flick movie when you thought it was an action movie or bumping into your ex after narrowing escaping from his scheme to fuck and pass on his mutated HIV strain into your system. Instead of being annoyed, Fernando just smiled a sinister grin as the man finished rolling the condom onto Fernando's dick and smiled even wider as he finished applying the lube. By the time the man had positioned himself so that every inch of Fernando's cock was inching deeper and deeper within him, Fernando was grinning so much that his jaw started to hurt so he began to thrust a couple of times through the wall and into the man's tight ass. I am sorry to write that Fernando had been in this situation before and he would always succeed in depositing his toxic cum into his victim. For whenever Fernando withdrew his cock and thrusted it back in again to generate maximum pleasure for the man on the other side, he would slowly remove the condom so that on the seventh thrust, the condom was completely removed. It didn't take long before Fenando's balls bagan to swelled up and it didn't take much longer after that before Fernando started shooting loads after loads of toxic cum into the unsuspecting man's hole. Fernando pushed in further to get every last drop of cum as deep into the man's gut as possible and continued to thrust his hips a couple more times so that the man wouldn't get suspicious of anything. Fernando withdrew his cock from the used ass and a trail of cum dribbled out of the man's ass and landed on the hole in the wall where it then slowly trickled down the wall. Fernando quickly tucked his semi-hard cock back into this jeans, zipped up and unlocked the door, just as the man on the other side opened his. Fernando took a good look at his latest victim, who was recovering from the fuck and looked slightly dazed, before talking a step into the darkness and disappeared. "How did it go?" the bartender asked when he saw Fernando walked out of the dark maze with a smile on his face, which anyone who knew Fernando well, like I did, knew that he had succeeded in passing his mutated gene. "Guessing from your smile on your face that you succeeded in passing on your mutated gene?" Fernando gave the bartender a high five and walked out the large red door with the number Sixty-nine in gold embroidery printed glumly above it and into the busy street of Friday night. His jawed hurt from all the grinining but he knew it was worth it. Another night and another load down and I am sorry to say that there will be many more loads finding their way into unsuspecting holes in the days to follow. *** To my kind readers, I have terrible news. It seems as though Fernando has perfected his concoction of a powerful sedative. In the meantime, be extremely weary of a massage table and some decorative pot plants. You can find more information once I send through the manuscript for SEDATIVE MASSAGE shortly. It is only with your help that I could put Fernando behind bars and bring him to justice. With all due respect, Ganthian Raph

You ever have an itch while you're sleeping that you try to ignore because if you scratch it you're not going to be asleep anymore, and all you want is desperately to stay asleep? Well, the itch on my neck made me lose that battle, and as I raised an arm, perfectly happy to remain sleeping on my side, my fingers reached up to appease the itch. My fingers instead hit a iron collar. Now I know why I wanted to remain asleep. What day was this? Day six, or was it already a full week I'd been here? The drugs make it hard to keep track. I could hear rustling in the camp, the occupants stirring in their trailers. The worn planks that made up this shed throw slivers of early morning light through the cracks. I sensed Young John, several years younger than me, next to the door. His foot crunches are a lot lighter than Old John's who you could hear barreling at you a mile away. You could see a long stream of piss puddling by the door, see steam rising from it. A fist bangs on the planks. "Git up, fuckhole," he says sleepily. He's not without compassion, but every day I see less and less of it. "Daddy wants more wood split for the furnace.” He yawns then pounds again. “Git up, college. He wants it pronto." I'm reluctant to climb down from the make-shift bunk above the stacked wood. Once my feet hit the dirt floor I'm back in this hell hole of a reality. I stall by examining my right arm. I'd been branded by Old John by the furnace, more out of clumsiness than intent—we were all high. After several days it's still blistered badly, yellowish scab bubbles on burnt purple skin. It's ugly, but what isn't at Camp Methlab. It's better than yesterday but that's not saying much. It still hurts like a motherfucker but I can move my arm without it stinging all to hell. I'm down off the stacked wood, and slipping on thin canvas shoes, the only shoes they left me. It's cold only wearing Young John's cast down Fruit of the Loom t-shirt and underwear. What at one time was white is now dirty and threadbare, hardly covering my ass but giving me a fig leaf of modesty among the clothed men in camp. It’s also tight since Young John is smaller than me. The crotch is permanently pee-stained and the butt had ingrained skid marks that, thankfully, have lost their smell. I think Young John is a bit embarrassed seeing me in them, especially because he's wearing my clothes. When I come out of the shed, Young John has on my new red polo shirt over his mud-crusted camouflage pants. (Don’t wear red, pops in my brain.) I'm not really a big guy, but Young John's arms look like twigs coming out of my sleeves. He’s got all the collar buttons buttoned to the top and looks pretty geeky. I would have recommended a size smaller if he'd have asked me. Young John's just finishing his piss when he swings his impressive snake over my canvas shoes and pisses on them. "Sorry, college. Didn't see you standing there." I stare at him masking most of my anger. "What's that, face fuck? I didn't quite pick that up." He sees I'm not going to start something with him, but I don't forgive him either. "Yeah, I didn't think so. Well, what are you lookin' at? Nothin' you haven't been suckin’ on all week," meaning his long skinny tool. "Yonder’s the ax. Git busy. Chop chop." The shoes squish in the mud on the way to the wood pile. You can imagine they were warm a second ago, now they’re getting cold. With a swing of the ax I use my anger to wheel the ax into a log, crack it in half, and then half it again. I picture Young John's little brown mop of a head in front of me and drive the blade through his imagined skull. First, though, there's the matter to settle with Old John. His is the head I'd most like to split open. Except then there's also goateed Gary, the bald bullet-headed chemist, probably the nastiest and scariest of this backwoods’ crew. Well, next to the disgusting cow, Dwayne, that is, their assault weapon specialist. Fat turd was the first to slam me and the first to get me to suck him off, which dominoed to, well, this neck collar. I wish I could just snap, run amok with the ax, splitting skulls right and left, running screaming down the mountainside, to the road, to civilization, but honestly I don't know if I could find my way back. Also, I'd never get to hack apart my first victim, not with how armed this camp is. You don't run a meth lab in the back woods and go light on firearms. Goatee Gary, lanky in a baggy Black Sabbath shirt, boots and green army pants, comes out of his trailer smoking a Marlboro. He shifts his assault rifle higher on his shoulder, makes a kissy face at me. I bring down the ax on a log with his face on it. I line up another log and swing with all the frustration I have, cracking it in two. I right the half log and cut it open like I would his bullet-head. This focus lets me control my anger, zeroing in on the here and now, not feeling the burn on my arm, not feeling the heavy collar, not looking at any particular point in the future, which only leaves the past to contemplate. And I contemplate the shit out of it. But the past has no escape routes, no loopholes, only leads back to the iron loop around my neck. Only sockets and screws clamping together my collar for the time being. If I'm not careful, their next threat: the soldering gun. Permanence with no chance of ever coming off. *** The GPS says there a short-cut to Route 7. I've never seen it on Google maps but the GPS lady is swearing that if I take the next right I'll cut straight through the Glastenbury Mountains rather than having to circumnavigate around them. That'll easily take an hour off the drive back to Rangeley College. From my parents' house in Salem Mass it's a four hour drive. Funny, that house; though I grew up in it, it no longer feel like home. My dorm feels like home now. I was actually bored over spring break and wanted to get back to my roommates, especially one in particular. Zack, our soccer team's hunky goalie. An hour sooner to see him—and "see" is definitely not the most accurate verb to use in conjunction with Zack. It's worth chancing what the GPS lady promises. I pass a reservoir and spot an eagle nesting in a tree. It launches from its branch as the Miata rumbles past. It's huge; the wingspan’s enormous. I doubt I would have seen that on the main highway, I think to myself. The road turns to dirt, but it's hard-packed and the sports car has no trouble maneuvering over it. It takes the dips and turns in stride. In fact, it's a more enjoyable ride than whole first part of the trip. An hour of this, and then another hour on Route 7 and I'll be slipping Zack's knickers right off his dark, hairy legs before dinner. The afternoon sun's getting lower and the shadows are long on the road. The woods are thick and the GPS lady now warns of a turn up ahead. As it comes into view I skid to a stop. It's a smaller road and I feel this can't be right. On the GPS it doesn't look like I'll be on this road for long. The map shows that after a few miles it opens back up to a larger road. I can't help frowning as I turn down this smaller lane having my doubts. It climbs for a stretch and then levels out next to a steep cliff to the right of the car. Trees scale dramatically down one side and on the other climb upward to a peak I can't see the top of. It's winding more and I slow my pace cautiously managing to stay straight in the center of the road. Then there's the matter of the moose. I hit the brakes and slide to a dusty stop. Jesus, fuck, it's big. Towers on the road. It's like if you took a horse and put another horse on top of it. Its antlers are as broad as my car is long. It's not moving and it looks angry. I've read that many of the moose in the area, because of the warmer than usual winters, are infested with ticks. Usually the snow and sub-zero temperatures kill the ticks off, but lately it hasn't been cold enough. Many of the moose population have been driven mad. They’re not like the deer population who groom one another. These are solitary creature, and solitary in their madness. If any moose looked crazy-mad, it's this one. I think its snorting nostrils are challenging the Miata. I don't know Moose-speak to demonstrate that the Miata is just a harmless little baby moose, and just wants to go on its merry way. The moose lowers its antlers. They're the frickin’ size of a picnic table and it’s aiming for my hood. Not ever having encountered this situation before, I honk my horn. I don’t know if you’ve ever heard a Miata’s horn, but if a baby moose had a cry the Miata’s horn would sound exactly like that. The mad moose shows no mercy and rams my hood with brutal force. The front end crumbles but is still running. Fight or flight, I think, and put the car in first, move forward, then shift immediately into second, and gun the car as fast as I can into the moose’s long knobby legs. I'm instantly caught in its antlers. It’s pushing me backwards while the car’s wheels spin in the dirt. The Miata juts backwards in fits and starts, and the moose pushes and crushes me and the Miata over the bank of the road. Dust is flying all over, which I’m sure is gratifying to the big bull. The animal’s snorts, bows his head once more and hooks the front end and lifts the engine into the air. I gun the motor again, and a sickly clanking, screeching and sputter comes from under the chassis. It's no contest. The moose easily takes the Miata off the road. I'm quickly traversing backward, then sliding sideways through the forest. If not for a line of birches, I'd be tumbling down the entire mountain. As it is I crunch to a sickening silent stop twenty yards down the mountain. I look up at the moose who's looking down the mountain at me. The moose appears satisfied that it’s cleared the road of its young challenger, and trots victorious down the lane. Five minutes pass, then ten. Making certain the moose is not coming back—I'm literally shaking from the encounter—I quietly unlatch my seatbelt. I pop the door on the uphill side and carefully gets out of the damaged car. Once I scramble up to level ground I take out my phone and after checking for moose, check for signal bars. There are none. It's deadly quiet. If I strain I can hear the clomping of the moose far down the road but that's it. Eventually even the clopping goes away and it's only me and small whispering leaves through the trees. I hold the phone up in different directions, hoping for some other result but get the same reading. My backpack is in the car on the passenger seat. I scuttle down to the wreck, reach in and grab it. I check out the sun and figure I've still got a couple of hours of daylight. If I'm fast I might get to where the road branches out to the larger thoroughfare, maybe run across some people who can help. I'm walking for about an hour on the road. It's very calm, a big contrast from the previous hour. Trees here are thin but the land is thickly populated with them. Tall hemlock, wide sugar maple, groves of golden and white birch, a random wild apple tree. I'm trying to distract myself with the forest surroundings so I don't think about a paper I'm in the middle of writing for contemporary history. It traces these Glastenbury Mountains. I'm a dual History/English major, in my junior year. I could never decide which I loved more so I chose both subjects, the interplay between New England history and its mystery writers: Steven King, sure, but way back to Edgar Allen Poe, Henry James, and my favorite, H.P. Lovecraft. He wrote one of the first science fiction stories, about an alien living in a farmhouse, even before there was a name for the genre. It wasn’t too far from here—the farmhouse. Except it was a made up story. There are no aliens as far as I know, but there are other things just as creepy. I guess being born in Salem my DNA has the witch trials carved into it, the fear of unbound nature and a natural fear of others seen from early settler's perspective. Puritans, the religiously persecuted, the sexually repressed. Then there are the generations that have come through these parts, built farms, abandoned them, assimilated farther and farther west. That mound of rocks right there could have been part of a stone fence separating two farms. Maybe the farmers didn’t like each other. Maybe their kids were in love and ran off in the dead of night. Maybe those kids were two boys. No way of telling two hundred years later. It looks like just a pile of white rocks. No, while the shadows are growing very long now, I'm trying not to think of a paper I'm in the middle of writing about Middie Rivers, a very experienced hunter and trapper, who in the fall of 1945 was leading a hunting party through this same forest and disappeared. He was 74 and grew up in one of the old logging camps knowing every leaf and twig in this forest. And though his party made it back, he didn't. My unfinished paper tracks a spate of disappearances in the last mid-century: Paula Weldon, a freshman co-ed from Bennington College who disappeared on a walk on the Appalachian Trail in December of 1946; a small boy, Paul Jepson, all of 8, vanished from the back of his mother's pickup truck in October of 1950 on a road leading into the forest; also in 1950, Frieda Langer, fifty-three, separated from her cousin, never made it back to their camp. One weird thing they all had in common? They all wore red when they disappeared. Guess the color of the Izod shirt I’m wearing? And those disappearances are not even counting all the hunters from the nineteen-forties like Carl Herrick in 1943, right up to the trio that went missing in the nineteen-eighties. You wonder why hunters keep coming here. Yes, this is what I'm trying not to think about. I'm going to conclude the paper with the reason for the disappearances could be explained by wild animals—bear, catamount, wild boar—but that idea doesn't quite set me as ease as I scan between trees off the road. I really need to step up the pace if I want to be in a safe space by dark. I've got another hour of daylight when I spot a chain between two trees. There's a logging road behind the chain and up the road there's a guy who looks about my age, in camouflage army shorts and a tank top, waving from a rock. He's young, dark mop in bowl cut, pretty skinny if I can judge accurately from this far away. He has a rifle slung over his shoulder, nothing alarming considering he quite likely a hunter, maybe from around here. "You looking' for someone?" he calls down to me. His voice sounds young even though it registers deep. It cracks a little like he still has one foot in puberty. "Car got totaled by a moose," I call up the hill. I see a smile and sense he’s friendly. I start walking up toward him. "You don't have a phone, do you?" "What, on me?" He laughs at the notion, padding down his many pants pockets. "Let me just check. Nope, must’ve forgotten my telephone in my other pants." I know he's making fun of me, but mischievously, not maliciously. He's smoking a cigarette trying to portray toughness, but his eyes sparkle in amusement and betray his good nature. His face alternates between puckishness and a leprechaun. Since I'm closer I see he's got a gap tooth smile, which he flashes easily. After the recent events it’s a sight I’m happy to see. "A moose? That's pretty fucked up, friend. Where'd it happen?" "Maybe a couple of miles back. I'm trying to get back to the main road." I point the direction I'm heading. “Any idea how far it might be that way?" "Ain't nothing that way. Dead ends at Deer Lick Creek. Good fishin' but cross it, it just cuts straight up some cliffs. Couple miles both direction." I'm going over my options, steering my mind away from option 1-despair, option 2-panic, option 3-shit my pants. "Guess I should head back to my car and spend the night. Hike out in the morning. Don’t mean to sound all despondent. Just never been in this situation." "Nah, man, you don't have to do that." He jumps off his rock. He's cute, shorter than I thought, and though he’s slim, his arms are sinewy, small ropes of muscle over milk white skin. Aside from his gap front teeth, he's got a firm, straight brow, keen brown eyes that droop a little in a sweet way. I like him, and if I can judge by his tooth-gapped grin, he likes me back. "You c'mon back with me to camp. Posse's out hunting. Back tomorrow most likely. You can head out in the morning and hike out of the forest by the afternoon.” He waves up the mountain side for me to follow, and turns quickly around. “Caught me this rabbit this morning. We can share it. You college?" I see the rabbit tied to his pants. My options, I'm thinking in my head, are limited. I nod that yes, I am college, grinning stupidly at him. "Hey, college, you ever drunk moonshine?" His thoughts are breezy and flutter continually across his face. I sense not having the "posse" around makes him happy. I’m thinking maybe he’s also a little touched. "Nah, never. Moonshine? Seriously?" I pluck out a couple of opening bars on a pretend banjo, imitating the Deliverance song: "Bud-dah-bing-ga bing-ga bing-ga bing." I see he has no idea was I'm going on about, and I immediately abandon the hillbilly mockery. I suddenly feel protective of him. He seems more innocent than anything else, like maybe visitors are rare and he wants to impress me with his rabbit-catching skills. I don't know. I just don't want to spoil things being all jaded city-slicker and shit. I picture being home at my dorm, sitting on my bed telling my suite-mates about this adventure. The moose, this forest kid I met, the long arduous hike back to the main highway. I imagine Miles, our cynical queen of the suite, pressing me after I describe Young John, raising an eyebrow, if I got in the cute little Appalachian boy's pants. "And how!" I picture myself saying, sticking out my lascivious tongue to my friends, seeing that Zach’s jealous, and tackling him back on the bed. I watch Young John’s cute little bubble butt scramble up the hill, looking back repeatedly to make sure I'm still following him. ***

Near Wichita, Kansas, 1990 I grew up knowing very little about the world. I lived in a tiny little town just outside of Wichita, Kansas, but never went there unless it was to go school shopping with Mom. It seemed like a big, scary city and I was happy in my little burg with the parks and tree-lined streets and my pals. No danger. No trouble. As I grew into my teens and got my driver's license, for some reason I felt a specific draw to the city. If nothing else, the city had a couple of malls where I wanted to spend some allowance money on cool shoes and maybe some CDs. Looking back, I can't believe how innocent my needs and desires were, but that would change soon enough. I was having feelings that were really awakened when I saw my first porn magazine. My buddy Kevin had found a stash of them in his older brother's room. The one we looked at first was called 'Club'. It contained photographs of both women and men. Kevin was fixated on the vaginas and boobs, but I only focused on those dudes and their dicks. These were old magazines and most of the men were unshaven and had those great porn mustaches. After I turned 18 and had no curfew anymore, I ventured into Wichita more often. Right after the exit from the highway there was an small building called "Joe's Pleasure." It had no windows and somehow I just knew it was one of those 'nasty' places which exist only in cities. I passed Joe's Pleasure several times before I got up the nerve to cross the threshold. I found myself holding my breath, my heart was pounding, and felt unsteady on my feet, but I managed to walk through the door, even if I had no exact idea what I would find. However, once I could focus my eyes, I discovered Joe's Pleasure was essentially big convenience store, selling mostly magazines and video cassettes. Selling porn. There was other stuff too, but I went straight to the long magazine rack. I wanted my very own copy of a 'Club'. As soon as I began my search, the old guy at the counter came over to me and asked for I.D. "No kids allowed in here," he grumbled with a lip full of chew. I showed him my I.D. and he went away. I couldn't find any copies of 'Club', but I noticed others that were way more interesting mags. My God! They made magazines with just photos of men! I wanted to buy them all, but wondered where I could hide them that Mom wouldn't find. I figured just one could be tucked somewhere she wouldn't run across it, so I had to narrow my search a little. All the models were gym fanatics with no body hair which disappointed me. And no facial hair at all. As I continued searching, I was aware of someone standing near me. I figured it was the counter guy again to tell me something like "This ain't no library," but it wasn't. It was a man about my size who was smiling and gave off very good vibes. I knew he was friendly. "Finding what you need? The selection isn't great here." "My first time. I'm - I'm just looking around." "There's an arcade in the back, but there's nothing going on there." Arcade? I imagined pinball machines and video games. "Want to go get a beer with me?" "I'm only 18. I doubt they'll serve me." (Stupid Kansas law.) "It's okay. We'll go to 'Lou's'. I know the owner. He and I are best friends and he'll give us anything. It's not far. I'll drive." So I guess I was going. I followed his compact body out to a nice pickup and off we drove. I wondered what time it was, but whatever the case, when he said it wasn't far, he clearly wasn't kidding as we arrived at the bar within minutes. Leaning back in the seat to steady my nerves, my new friend reached for my hand and introduce himself saying "I'm Dan, by the way. Don't worry, I'll take care of you." "I'm Wally. Nice to meet you." Leading me into the bar, we took a table, and Dan ordered for both of us. I restricted myself to one beer as, as a freshman, I had gotten super drunk - having consumed only three quickly-chugged beers. So I knew I needed to pace myself carefully. Yeah. I was older, bigger than I had been back then, and I weighed more, but I was in a new place with a stranger. Caution seemed a prudent idea. While we were seated there, I had the chance to give Dan a close look. He had short brown hair, a white polo shirt and shorts, and he was definitely good looking, but what caught my eye was that he was exceptionally furry. Fur peeked over the top of his shirt collar and it covered his arms like an extra sleeve. I had also caught a glimpse of his legs too, and they were likewise hairy as hell. We had a normal conversation. He asked where I was from and told me about his life. Dan had moved here from Boston to be near his mom who'd just had back and hip surgery. He'd found a job quickly because he was a hairdresser. He told me about a nearby 'cruising' park, and suggested I check out some time. "I'm just a kid with a crappy car. I don't think I could race anybody." "Uh, no, sorry, that's not what cruising means. You're a bit green, aren't you?" Just then Dan excused himself, saying he needed to use the men's room. En route, I saw him approach the bar where he briefly chatted with a guy I assumed was the owner, Lou. No sooner had Dan disappeared into the men's room when a skinny little guy approached me. He seemed harmless so I invited him to sit down. "You're under aged, right?" "Yeah, but not by much." "Well, you landed a good guy. He's absolutely the hairiest male I've ever seen. Wait until to you see him naked! Are you going with him?" "No. No. We just met!" "That's probably best. He's got the recipe." "Recipe?" "He touched my arm and said, "Sorry, that's what my word is for HIV." Just then Dan came back to our table. The expression on his face had changed. "Hi, Grimley. What's up with you?" "Same old thing. I'm going to 'Fantasy' later. Will I see you two there?" "No," Dan answered with in a stern tone booked no argument. Grimley took the hint and fled back to his own table. "He's a useless little barfly. What did he say to you, Wally?" "Not much." "He's a pest and spreads a lot of rumors. I'm not leaving you here alone for the rest of the night." Dan had brought two more beers and some tiny glasses with red liquid in them. "It's called 'Hot Damn'. It's cinnamon schnapps. I drink it to celebrate. Drink it fast." I did and it burned like hell, but I quickly gabbed the mug of beer and gulped it down. "Grimley did say one thing, Dan. He said you had HIV." "Does that bother you?" I thought for a quick second. "No. You're my friend." "That's good," he replied as he took my hand into his hairy grasp. "I think I'm drunk, Dan." "OK. Let's go someplace where you can sober up a bit". He downed his beer and led me out into the night. I felt a bit unsteady, but really good. We got in his pickup and drove a few streets away before we arrived at his simple little house. It smelled like lavender air freshener inside. Nice. He led me to the couch where we started kissing. I had never kissed a man before and it felt so natural. We were fully-clothed except for our shoes. Our embrace got seriously passionate. True passion, such as I had never before felt in my life. He took off his shirt, revealing all of his hairy torso in its full glory. My God. He was perfect. He (correctly) interpreted my admiration as permission to completely strip off his clothing. His toes had large tufts of hair and his legs were insanely hairy. His crotch was a giant bush and I could only see his little cock head poking out out of the mass of hair. I took his whole body in and was awed. He understood and let me look as long as I wanted before telling me to strip. I did without thinking. "God, you're so young, Wally. I hate to do this, but I need to. I can't wear condoms because they tear my dick hairs out. Just lay back. And then he put his full hairy weight down on top of me. We kissed so long and I was lost in it before I even noticed that he had parted my legs and planted his hips right on mine. He was insistent on getting me spread wider. And then I felt the invasion of that dick that grown bigger. I yelped. "Shhh. It gets easier from here on out." I reached around and felt his very hairy back as he pumped in and out of my asshole. It didn't feel so bad now. He climaxed really fast. He stayed still on top of me for a minute or so. I found myself wishing he would resume pumping my hole, as it was much more pleasurable than I would have anticipated, so when he did resume, I was ready for the gift of his cock and the pleasure it afforded me. Dan I stayed in touch over the next few weeks until I left to go back to college. I left the area with memories and a little guest inside my blood.

1999-2004 Who knows how it began? Maybe it was the bizarre roommate I had in college that was into witchcraft (along with tarot cards, Ouija boards, candle rituals, sigils and everything else "magical"). But I somehow got really attracted to rocks and minerals. These items were as old as the Earth and I believed in their powers more than anything I ever heard in church as a kid. I bought books and haunted a metaphysical shop downtown that sold interesting stones. I liked them in their raw state -- right from the ground, not those shiny tumbled rocks. In only a few years, I practically had a quarry in my apartment. It sounds silly to me now, but it was a hobby that kept my mind occupied and made my living room look...unique. In 1999, I found out about the 'Gem and Mineral Show' which made the rounds all over the country. It was always in November and March, and always at the same convention center out by the airport. I went the first time that Fall and was overwhelmed by the scope and scale of it. Apparently, there were a lot of rock enthusiasts like me locally. Who knew? All the vendors had sections with tables full of beautiful fossils and mineral specimens. I spent a good three hours looking at everything. As much as I was drawn to the stones, the one thing that caught my attention the most was one of the sellers. He was a 6'5" handsome man, wearing an untucked shirt, cargo shorts and sandals. Big sandals -- I swear he had feet the size of an NBA payers'. Maybe I stared too long because he gave me a confused look. I didn't care because anybody that hot should be used to being ogled. His girlfriend or wife or whatever was there too. She asked me if I needed help with anything, and as much as I wanted to resent her very presence, she was just so nice. Sweet. We discussed some of the rocks they had and some of the rock books we had both read. Then I kept going back to the show, and always saw them. He was usually frowning, but handsome men look good no matter the expression they have. He always wore the same thing and his other half was always nice to me...even remembered me. At the next show, they had a baby in a stroller with them. I felt a sadness that's hard to put into words. He was also developing a prominent gut that in no way detracted from his smoldering hotness. He looked sad, though. When I went the year after that, he was manning his booth by himself. No wife. No kid. He'd gained even more weight, but still dressed the same and still looked like a complete stud. On this visit, he came to assist me instead of his lady. "Looking for something in particular?" "Yeah. I really want a meteorite", I answered. Stuff that fell from space was older than any other rock on the planet. It was as old as space itself. He had one that was pretty nice, about the size of a golf ball, but it was 600 dollars and there was no way I could afford that. The floor wasn't busy at all because the show was almost over, so we chatted randomly a for a bit. "Where's your gal?" He came right out and told me that she had left him and took the kid with her. "It was all my fault. I fooled around a lot, and was too stupid ti cover it up. I don't miss them anyway". "Where'd she go?" "To Hell, I hope. But I think she's in New Mexico somewhere. The only bad part about it, is that I have to load this stuff back into trailer myself. It takes at least two hours on my own". "I'll help you", I said instantly. He looked at me strangely for a second, and then smiled. "Really?" "Yeah, we can get started pretty soon because I think they're locking the entrance now". As we packed boxes and carefully put minerals away, he talked more freely. "I never loved her and I sure as hell didn't want a kid. I cheated on her right after that little shit was born. Maybe before -- I can't remember now. I was with both women and men. The dick wants what it wants, you know?" Oh yes I did. "What about you?" "I'm gay, but don't really do anything about it". "I kind of figured you were. Do you realize how much you've stared at me over the past few years?" "Sorry. You're just so perfect". "Never heard that before. Well, not lately anyway". As we finished loading the horse trailer, he asked me to come to his hotel room which was on the same block. "It's a really nice room. You can watch TV while I get cleaned up a little and then we can go down to the bar and have a drink". So that's what we did. It was more of a suite than a simple room. With a living room and everything. I sat on a couch and turned on the TV. My rock man disappeared into another room. For a million dollars, I couldn't tell you what I watched for the next twenty minutes. ESPN? CNN? MTV? No idea. He emerged, looking perfectly groomed and dressed like he was going on a date. He had on long dress pants, fancy leather shoes and a tailored shirt. Tucked in with a belt. And cologne....nice cologne. "Hey, I never even asked your name. I'm Miles". "I'm James". "Well, let's go get a drink,James". I followed his path to the elevator. We went to the lobby and across into the bar which was mostly dead. Sunday night. We sat in a booth and he ordered a pitcher of beer and a couple of shots of something. We drank and talked. "I hope you don't think of less of me after everything I told you". "Not in the least". I meant it. I was in love with him. "Well, you need to know more now". "Now?" "Sooner the better". "I want to have sex with you, but I'm tainted. I've got at least one disease on my dick...and one big one in my balls...and my blood". I reached across the table and touched his big hand without saying a word. Then he felt at ease all of the sudden, and we talked about other things. He wasn't all that much older than me and lived in the state next to mine. He drank another pitcher of beer all by himself, and I understood why he had such a big gut. We went back to his room and he found a movie that looked sort of interesting. He took off his shoes and socks and rested his big feet on the little table in front of us. He'd been standing all day after all. "Are my feet in the way of the screen?" "A little. But I'd rather look at them than the movie'. "Oh yeah? My ex-wife couldn't stand to see my feet. I always wore sandals to spite her'. He turned off the TV and led me into the bedroom. He was completely naked in a flash and practically ripped mine off. We were rolling around naked in that huge bed, kissing. I asked him to give me a hickey as a souvenir. He sucked on my neck before climbing on top of me. He was heavy and it felt wonderful. I could stay just like that forever, but he was already working that bigger-than-average cock in between my ass cheeks. That was fine with me, but then he pushed the head into my ass and I yelped. No way could this happen. Turns out I didn't have a choice. He was bigger, stronger and heavier than me. It felt like I was breaking in half. I tried to keep from screaming, but let one loose that forced him to cover my face with a throw pillow. "Sshhh. I'm almost done". As he thrust his hips into me over and over again, it began to feel good. I moaned. "That's more like it! Enjoy this!" He made a few quick jerks with his groin and then stayed perfectly still. He filled me up. Emotionally, I felt the need to go home, but he begged me to spend the night with him. I did, but I don't think I slept for more than a few minutes at a time. His huge feet were ice cold at night and they kept grazing my bare leg. He woke me with a big kiss and a smile. "I need to check out in an hour. I wrote my address and phone number on a little card and put it in the back pocket of your jeans. Please stay in touch.Please". "I promise". I got dressed and left. I'd think more about this after a long nap. Once I got home, I got undressed and noticed a lump in my front pocket. It was the too-expensive meteorite. I came back with one thing as old as the universe in my hand....and something new in my bloodstream. I'll think about it later.

A willing Poz fella The guy had been messaging me for a while, you the type not to many details but was making suggestive playful messages of what he’d like to do with me. I was curious and after a few weeks told him to stop messaging me and get his fucking arse round. No contact well that’s that another timewaster. A month went past and I got the Hey message pop up it was the fella again, saying he couldn’t stop think about me fucking him and he asked me for a time to meet. Having deleted his mails I said stop it right there you send me a picture of your face body and arse before I’ll do anything. Next day this email arrived with attachments (his pictures) this fella was very early twenty’s at best, dark haired and very twinky, what surprised me has just how hairy he was for one so young (not my thing at all) anyway if he showed up I’d deal with that. Once again I explained that I was Poz and that I only fucked raw and that is exactly what he would get if he manned up and came round. Silence again…..then later he messaged me and said he was good with it. So I sent him my address and told him to be round first thing in the morning, still not expecting him to turn up. The next day I was awake early, logged on and he wasn’t on line, no show was running through my head….about 11am the door bell rang postman I thought WRONG John (name changed) had manned up… “Once you step in I’ll be owning your arse and you know what that means”, he nodded his head and stepped in. Right lets see I’m thinking closing and locking the door behind me, studying my prey about 5ft 8 no more than 130 pounds in the flesh not stunning looking but not bad either, “on your knees” lets see how obedient he is, straight down….. “right what do you want from me John”…. “Please can you teach me all about raw sex with men” John said quietly. Ok Stand up and follow me, I had him under my control now and not being a complete bastard I thought lets take this slow as I could see he was a little nervous, we sat in the kitchen for a while as I made coffee and I spoke to him about why he was doing this, turns out he wanted into porn but was getting knocked back because of his looks and lack of experience. What he was looking for from me was to sex him up teach him how to be the best cum hound he could be….. “OK John, think its time to see what we are working with and start your training” he seemed quit relaxed now. So we made are way to my fun room which was set up with a range of BDSM gear, Sling, ST Andrews Cross and a good range of toys, John surprised me by saying he was looking forward to seeing all of this, “it’ll be more fun when you become part of it….. “Strip” John was out of his clothes in a flash and dam was he a hairy little fucker…his cock was good 6 inches with a nice set of low hangers (Hairy!!!)….OK John I’m going to give you a new look, taking him by the hand and attaching him to the St Andrews Cross….First your going to lose the hair, first stage would be clippers then wet shave and finally hairy removal cream (which would smart a bit),his arm pits got it first, chest, legs leaving his back, sack and crack till last…Once I finished the first stage he looked mighty fine and I thought lets see how he takes to nipple clamps and boy did he howl J but he looked great, once he had calmed down I added some weight to stretch them explaining to him it would be easier when I gave him his nipple rings, this made him look frightened “remember John when you stepped in you knew the rule, I own your arse” Stage 2 Sack, back and crack the guy was now completely stripped of his hair, clearly he liked to look as I couldn’t stop looking at himself in the large mirror opposite, now the hair removal cream too really clean him off, I got it from the fridge so it was nice and cold to start with…I inserted a ball gag, he would need it then applied the cream knowing it would feel cold and then the burning would start…..5 minutes in he was bucking around, time to wash him off, now completely cleaned up I took some pictures….he was now fucking sexy but something was missing, I know a cock ring to start with. I got a thick silver one out and decided to give him a blow job at the same time, slipping the ring over his cock and ball made the blood flow through his cock which looked like it was ready to explode and I know from experience once I had eased his foreskin back that the head would become huge….ok time to get serious with him I stripped and he got to see my body for the first time, my cock which was of similar size was rock hard and being gym fit I knew he was lusting after me….I sank to my knees and gave him a blow job his pre cum was so sweet, with my lips I peeled his foreskin back and his cock head grow in my mouth, soon enough I was going down all the way on him and he erupted a thick wad of cum into my mouth which I deposited into a small bowl for later…removing his ball gag I said how was that….. “fuck I love it” he said. Giving him a minute I released him and went and got some drinks. I return to find him checking himself out in the mirror… “like it” I said “sure do” ok time for you to get fucked up I think, taking him to the padded saw horse I attached him face down and butt up. Moving round I said you have a choice of lube I can use a bit of spit to open you up with or I can use your cum from earlier, would you like cum or spit…. “cum please” good choice. Right open your mouth make my cock good and wet…he gagged at first but soon got the hang of it….this guy was worth the wait, taking my cock out I moved round to the object soon to be my conquest his puckered hairless hole, I rimmed him for a while until I could wait any longer, applying his cum to the head of my cock and his hole I pushed hard until his spinster opened up and my head popped in, holding it there until he became use to it I said how does it feel “fuck so good, I want it all” “you want my POZ seed in you don’t you” “YES please breed me, Poz me up” before he finished I pushed hard and went balls deep and slowly fucked him for a while…dam he was dry so pulling out I decided to use the rest of his cum and wank another load out of him which took no time at all. I used two fingers to open him up again and pored his cum in his hole. Quickly moving in I pushed balls deep in one hard thrust, his cum in his hole felt so good, this time I rammed him so hard I knew I has hitting his prostrate as he blow another load, this guy could cum for England, it didn’t take to much longer for my balls to start to tighten but I didn’t want it yet! So I pulled out noticing the small trail of blood on my cock, that’s good my bug would ease into his blood stream for sure. Getting my tightest cock ring on the head of my cock now fully swollen I pushed back in the hot hole he screamed “Fuck that feels so fucking thick” picking up the pace I said tell me what you want John “breed me, POZ me up, breed me deep” that was it no stopping now my cum made its way to the head of my cock and one final deep push released its poison seed deep into his fuck shoot “arhh fuck yes take my poison seed you little cumslut”, my cock was spitting cum long and hard in this fresh guys hole and he was loving it…. To be continued

I don't think guys (wherever they are) are automatically morally pure. The guy who depends on people not lying to him to stay neg whether in the sling or on a website is likely to end up poz because people lie, and people stealth. Actually as we now know, the liars are not the people most likely to poz you; it is the guys who genuinely believe they are neg but who actually got pozzed last month and have a sky-high VL. I think you are conflating two arguments. One argument is moral/philosophical, and the other is real-world/practical. I can believe stealthing is morally wrong, and still accept it happens all the time. I don't understand how you can accept that guys will lie in a bathhouse and still want to believe everyone on the website only tells the perfect, honest truth every time.

I think you hit on a great analogy early on - the one about leaving keys in a car. The guy climbing in a sling and asking guys if they are negative and the guy who leaves his key in his car are both being idiots. They are trusting other people's honesty to protect them. Their strategies for protecting themselves make no sense. They have no reasonable expectation of being protected. Still I have seen cars with keys in them and not stolen the car. I have fucked guys who never checked whether I put on a condom, but I didn't fuck them bare (this was a long time ago when I was more vers and using rubbers - also I am neg, so I cannot poz stealth). I am not compelled to take advantage of the other person's carelessness. I can make a moral decision not to do so. The stealther and the car thief both make a conscious decision to take advantage of another person's vulnerability. That's what makes it morally wrong. The bottom and the careless driver are tempting people to take advantage of them. There are poz guys and shady people who might commit a crime of opportunity that they would not have otherwise done. That does not make it any less wrong for them to do so. A bottom who gets in a sling and takes all loads is more like a driver who leaves his car running and walks away with a sign taped to the window that says "You want it, take it." No one who takes advantage in either of these situations has done anything wrong. All of that said, stealthing is a super hot fantasy. I have read many stealthing stories. I have beaten off to many stealthing stories. I have even written several. I am happy we have a place to talk about what turns us on.

Also Xtube mostly. Pornhub and others sometimes related to Xtube when I'm searching for a specific vid, studio or performer.

Stealthing is morally reprehensible, completely unethical and fucking hot as hell.

Today was probably the first time I got stealthed, along side with my second time anal aswell. (Yippie!) I started out by posting a Craigslist ad for wanting to be bred, I found a nice guy, aparently bi and around 40. He was on a job seminar and he stayed at a hotel which was like 5 minutes away from me. So I thought why not the day before? He was super eager wanting to fuck me and shoot his load up my ass. Said he wanted to go several times, and kept talking about his libido. Fast forward one day, I got second though about wanting to try out bareback and him shooting his load inside me. So I messaged him again, and asked if he could wear a condom, as I got second thoughts about it. He agreed, however my mistake here was not bringing me own condoms. So I messaged him the time to get there. I got all prepared and ready before I went to his hotel room. He had his door slightly open, so i knocked on his door and asked if he was the guy on craigslist (He messaged me with a handle). So he said yes and invited me in. I was a little early on the time, so we just sat down and talked a little. He rubbed my thighs a little while we joked around a little. I checked my phone for the time, and I was supposed to be with him, and start it at 1800. The time was 1759. I felt that his hand was moving closer to my thighs and pelvis before he took one hand under me, and another around me and threw me on the bed. He was pretty big, atlest for me. I'm only 60kg (132 lbs) and 175 (5.7). He put me on my back, and experienced me just laid there while he removed my clothing and flipped me on my back. At that point he put on his condom i think, and lubed me up with a finger before just laying himself ontop of me and hammering me loose. We switched positions a few times, from doggystyle. Me riding him, him taking me in the piledriver position before he dragged me to the bed post and had my feet on the floor, but stomach on the bed. He put a pillow under my stomach so I was lifted a little up. He kept slamming himself against my ass. Initially painful, but he started sliding in more smoothly. At that point he pulled a little out and squirted a little lube onto my ass, before going back in, and repeating this a few times. I think he removed that condom at the point. He went on for about half an hour before he supposedly "came". I was in bliss and felt happy my second time (My first time wasn't all that great, at all). He pulled out and threw the condom away I think. He pulled me off the bed and cuddled a little with me. He apparently liked young boys, and liked to cuddle a little. I was near his lower abdomen and jokingly smacked my face with his semi flaccid penis a few times. After that I got dressed and left, and when I came home I wanted to try washing of that weird lube sensation, at that point I realized i was leaking a little. I tried to scoop some of it, then realized from the sticky pearly substance that he actually came inside me. A few hours later he mailed me jokingly saying that the condom "broke" but reassuring me he was 100% clean. Oh

Please don't get me wrong, I do believe that when asked about your status, you should always answer truthfully, no matter whether you're POZ or NEG. And in case you don't know for sure or just don't care, be open about it and tell it like it is. We know there are bugchasers out there. But there are probably less of them than one might think when reading all those stories about bugchasing we love so much about breeding.zone. What we tend to forget is that they are just that - stories. To many gay guys frequenting this website, bugchasing is a mere fantasy, not a lifestyle. And those lewd stories nothing but an outlet, a safe alternative to actually turning their dirty dreams into reality. Most gay guys, even among us barebackers, undoubtedly don't want to get infected with HIV or any other STD. But that's exactly why all those tales about having been victimized by stealth pozzers don't ring true for me. If you're really serious about not getting the bug, then why don't you just go on PrEP, adhere closely to your drug regimen and fuck happily ever after? Sure, this safe road to bareback paradise might be blocked for some. Like the "straight", happily married father of four who's only that happily married because every now and then he can blow off some steam with his bare daddydick ballsdeep inside the teenaged ass of a boy not older than his own youngest son and who can't take the risk of his wife intercepting a revealing letter from their health insurance. But then again, an alledgedly straight guy like him, who got knocked up while bent over a cum-crusted padded sawhorse in the back of a dingy darkroom, getting barebacked by a total stranger he didn't even care to ask for his name, or maybe while marinating his mancock in multiple anonymous loads, churning the butter inside the cum-dripping pussy of a slutty kid young enough to be his own, is probably not in the position to credibly accuse someone else of being untruthful. But what about all the others then, "ordinary" gay guys that claim they don't want to catch anything, but still rather build on the assertions of men they've never met before and will probably never meet again than going on PrEP and being on the safe side? It could all be so simple, you might think, but seemingly it is not. But how come? Maybe because the appeal of going bareback, especially with a stranger, not only depends on bodily sensations, the mind-blowing feeling of skin-on-skin anal sex but even more so on the unique thrill that comes with that same risk everybody claims to avoid as best as they can. We need that risk of catching something, the possibility of being lied at, of being stealthed, of being pozzed to get off, because it raises the intensity of sex to new, formerly unknown levels. Why else has the intensity of the bareback sex you have with your monogamous partner of fifteen years waned shortly after you decided to dump those rubbers, while the anonymous bare tryst you had in that dimly-lit back alley behind the bar, the way that hairy, leather-clad brute fucked you mercilessly against the rough brickwall (while your unsuspecting hubby was sitting at the counter, sipping his beer, waiting for you to return from the restroom) still give you goosebumps every time you think of it? And why has breeding your partner's ass suddenly become exciting again afterwards? I think we all know the answer, don't we?!? So why do we rather rely on what total strangers tell us than going on PrEP? Because going on PrEP would make sex boring again, almost as boring as sex with condoms. We don't want to get stealthed in reality. But we need the (if only faint) possibility of getting stealthed, because for some reason it turns us on tremendously...

So the beefy bearded guy who blew me at the bookstore texted me on Saturday afternoon, wanting more of my cock. Turns out he's 26, and moved to the area over the late winter. He went on to text how he wanted to be a slut for me and suck my cock more and maybe even let me take his ass cherry. So I texted him back and said we could get together, but he needed to know I don't use rubbers and I took great joy in bare breeding a hole with my dirty seed. Well, no reply after I sent that message so I figured I had scared him off. I went out to dinner with friends and got home around 9pm and noticed he texted back while I was eating. He asked if he could come over that night, and wanted directions. Each line he texted ended with Sir. That got my cock hard, and I immediately gave him my address. When he showed up, I was smoking my pipe and was in my leather boots and jeans, with just a vest on up top. I guided him to living room, and took off his shirt. I started rubbing his hairy belly and chest, then moved up to his big beard and stroked it as I blew my pipe smoke into it. "Get naked for me, boy" I said, and he quickly disrobed and stood once again before me. I twisted his nipples lightly and noticed his 5" cock straining up towards his belly. I asked him again if he was ready to become a cum pig for me, and he nodded yes. I kid you not, as he nodded yes, a big glob of precum dripped of the head of his cock. "Good pig", I said and went and sat in my recliner. I motioned for him to get on his knees between my legs. "Take it out, pig" I said as I leaned back and put my pipe back in my mouth. He quickly unzipped me and pulled my jeans down so my cock was free. He looked up at me, waiting to be told what to do next. "You want my fat dirty cock in your mouth, pig?" "Yes Sir" ""Good pig- get on it" I told him. For the next 15 minutes I enjoyed my pipe and watched this bearded pig suck my cock. When I was close, I pulled his head off my cock and gave him a choice. "You can keep sucking my cock and I'm gonna cum down your throat, and I'll fuck you later, or I can fuck you now AND later and put two of my loads up your virgin cunt. Which you want, pig?" "You decide, Sir!" was his fast response. I took him into the bedroom and we laid on the bed. I spooned behind him with my cock resting in his ass crack. I reached my arms around him and rubbed his hairy belly and tweaked his nipples, and started licking his neck and ears. I also turned up the dirty talk, asking him if he was ready for me to give him a dirty man pussy, and make him a barebacking whore. He nodded yes. I reached down and his cock was leaking heavily, so I gathered what I could and rubbed it on his hole and mixed it with my precum which was already lubing his outer hole naturally. I put my hand over his mouth and starting teasing his hole by pushing into it gently, and he lightly moaned. "That's it pig, let Daddy open your virgin hole with his dirty cock. Yeah, I'm pushing my precum in as I fuck into you, pig. You want Daddy to turn you into his whore?" The pig was so worked up he pushed his ass back and took half my cock in all at once. I grabbed his waist and held him as I eased the rest of my raw 7" into his ass. He clamped down so tight I almost came on the spot, but managed to hold off and we maneuvered into doggie style position, with his head buried into a pillow. I started slow fucking, asking him if he was happy to have my raw cock in his ass, and got a lusty yes Sir from him, muffled by the pillow. "You want Daddy to make you a bare backing whore, pig? " "Yes Sir!" "You want Daddy to unload deep inside your guts and turn you into a good little cum pig?" "Yes Daddy! Cum in my cunt!" Well, that sent me over the edge. I grabbed his hips and fucked like a mad man. I told him I was gonna fill his ass and he instantly started cumming, and 3 strokes later I blasted my biggest load in years deep in his hairy ass. I leaned forward and onto him, and rolled us onto our sides again. I kept fucking into him until I went soft, and then told him to lay on his belly so none of my seed would spill out of his ass. I fucked him two more times that night, and after the final one I tongued his hairy cummy hole until he was hard and then fingered it as I blew him. He shot in under a minute, then we both slept until morning. Monday night was a repeat, so that makes 6 loads my new bear pig has taken in his ass. And one I shot all over his big beautiful beard, cuz it really turns me the fuck on. Can't wait til it's warmer so I can soak it with my piss.

Hadn't planned to do anything on Sunday, but my partner found a couple of parties on-line. Went to 2 sex parties, both in North Hollywood. The 1st was at a sex club that hosts different events, some straight events and some gay. There was a small but hot frisky crowd and I got locks of raw cock and a few loads too. The 2nd was a Bear Pool Party at a home. To my surprise there many fit hairy studs, besides the expected dudes with big bellies. (No offense intended, my partner has a big belly) There was a semi private back room area. Got plowed several times and collected a few loads too. At the end of the day probably got 6 or more loads and about a dozen or more different cocks. HEAVEN!

My son just wouldn't stop complaining about what a pain in the ass his old man can be. So I invited my POZ buddy to come over to our house and spent some time with the kid... My Buddy is really packing a whopper and he can also get quite rough at times, so I'm sure he'll show the snotty little brat what a REAL pain in the ass feels like... Right now I'm upstairs in the parents bedroom, jerking my fat daddydick to the sounds of the two of them having fun in the downstairs living room. Even through closed doors I can hear my son screaming for his Daddy to come to his rescue. My cock is throbbing fiercely. I think it hasn't been that hard for years... You know, my Buddy can be quite determined when it comes to making sure his thick, warm AIDScum is planted as deep inside a boy's negative fuckhole as possible. I'm almost feeling pity for the poor kid. But he was just asking for it... Had the boy been just a little less of an asshole, I even might have had a rubber to spare for him. But why waste one on that ungrateful piece of shit?!? Now he'll just have to live with the consequences of being such a foul-mouthed little rascal...

Nothing hotter than a Daddy spending some quality time with his Little Sunshine... Daddy's fat mancock deep inside his favorite boy's tight fuckchute - always a perfect fit...

Thanks for the follow.

Wouldn't be all that surprised though if the share of POZ loads was more like five or six out of those seven loads you took. After all, most neg guys would never go to such a place, let alone have unprotected sex in the darkroom there - and those who actually do will probably not stay neg for long... So chances are you were pretty much full of their virus up to the brim...

love it... I do this often, and always feel like a pig when I'm done... I always post "any cock no limits..." gets me some of the best pigs...

...sorry about that; Mr. Cold hands came by with a few buddies (don't fret, here in a bit is when I first meet him). Now where was I? oh yeah... * continued And while this new Big Cock Fucked my hole his two remaining friends got on either side of me , bent over the back of the couch in a similar fashion. The one on my left handed me a bowl and said, " lets get spun" Then the fella on my right repeated what his friend had said; as I added; "and fill me with lots of Cum!" "Here it is little Slut, have my 3 months of Spunk !!!" That got me going again; as I literally tried to fuck his legs off, he screamed like an Indian on the war path, and he pumped so much cum in my hole I felt, and sure I looked like a Cum Foutain! Blowing out huge clouds, being pumped over full with Cum; I did feel delicious. 'Lil Spun Cock Whore Exhibitionist Cum Slut Delicious When #2 pulled out, I could barley keep it in me as it ran down the insides of my thighs... I Love being a Wanton Cum Slut, just being used for my holes. Feels so right!!! Now this 3rd fella was just starring at my Cock Hole with Cum running out of me, his hand strangling a Giant Porn Quality Cock.... I said, "mount up hand, I don't want to be here sucking wind to long; Fuck me please...! He looked from my Twat and back up into my eyes several times; and finally muttered, "I don't know? I might cum too quick!" I had to giggle; "Babe I Love quickies, if you shoot to quick hell I'll let you Fuck me again; and again... You get the picture? I'm not sure what he said; he just mumbled something and got in behind me and went to work for a good four minutes! And then he started sounding like the Big Bad huff'n and puff''n like he was about get after those pigs in the story. ...when he started holler'n, "I'm shoot'n a buch more cum up in ya; do you want it all?" Well sir; that's when I put it down into low gear and worked back on his Cock like my life depended on it! * to be contiued

I was in LA for work, so of course I went to Slammer on Sunday afternoon. It was a slow start, and some of the setup had changed since I was last there. But it's even better. The back room is usually like a TIM film shoot, and last Sunday was no exception. Love how there's just enough light to see who you're playing with, and then it gets all hot and sweaty as more bodies pile in. I hooked up with a kid who filled out his wifebeater really nicely. I think he was Asian, judging from the hard, smooth bod and the feel of his hair as we were making out. In short order he was pushing my head down, first to his nips and then to his cock. Bending down was not enough; he wanted me on my knees. So down I went, with pleasure. His beautiful undock cock was just the right size to slide down my throat. He was holding my head and rocking on me, and I knew he was gonna blow. He rammed deep and let fly with a nice hot load, several pumps, and I had a belly full of cum. As he was zipping up, hands from behind slid under my arms to help me up. Turned out the hands belonged to a giant of a man, blond, bearded, and huge. The thing was, he didn't let me turn around, nor did he remove his arms from around me. Instead, he spun me to the fuck bench and started to push me down. I resisted, but he was way stronger than me, and he basically let me know that I wasn't going anywhere. I freaked at first, but decided you can't cry rape in the back room of Slammer, so I just caved. He yanked down my jeans and briefs, and pushed my head down and put one arm across my neck. I was pinned. One dude beside me must have seen the moment of struggle and started saying stuff like, "yeah, fuck him." Well, that just drew attention to the skewering that was about to happen. The bearded giant didn't say anything, but he just lined up and started poking at my hole. It was way too tight, but then I felt the icy glob of lube, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I was gonna be bred. I knew nothing about him or his status, and I was in no position to ask or resist. I could still taste the Asian dude's cum, and I was totally turned on. As soon as people heard the sound of a wet hole getting fucked, and skin banging on skin, there were hands all over me, legs, arms, shoulders. It was the hottest thing I've ever done getting fucked in public by a stranger. He didn't last long, and he patted my ass after filling me up.

Nick is half awake and they are all finish eating out his blood red hole. I take the plug Jerry gave me to put in Nick ass and install the belt that will keep the plug in his hole till his body has absorb the cum that is still in Nick hole.The tray below has a lot of cum that was in his hole but leaked out, so I take the tray and put it in a 2 big glasses and give it to Nick to drink, he is so fuck up I hold the glass wile he gulps it down wile Jerry removes the catheter from his dick and after he has finish both glasses of pink cum its time for the bag of chem piss to drink and keep Nick hydrated for the ride home. Nick is a mess so I take him to the shower and his legs are real wobbly so I help him walking. Once inside the shower area a big applause breaks out for Nick as he was a big hit, a few could not believe he drank the cum & piss and he smells like a urinal. Nick ask whats in his ass I tell him a 2inch butt plug as I shower him off and Nick turns to me and gives me a passionate kiss and I respond as the more time I spend with Nick the more I’m falling for him. Jerry tells me to give a shot to knock out Nick for the ride home so he will relax and be comfortable. My mouth is sore from giving the ones with Prince Alberts on their dicks a BJ before or after they fuck Nick.Having a P.A. my self and other piercing I know the good and bad of caring body piercings. When we get home we carry Nick into the house and put him to bed, Jerry wants me to sleep with him and that I like but with both os us in chastity we will not be able to do much but cuddle and kiss, but that is OK with me right now.I love the feeling of his naked warm body in bed and Nick Loved it also. We are home 10 days from the 100 and Nick is not feeling well and 4 days later his body is aching with a 102 fever, nausea and vomiting,severe headaches. After a week Jerry calls the Dr to come over and check Nick out ,well Nick is now a member of the brotherhood for life , the DR ask do you want to put him on meds? Jerry says HELL NO as he has lined up a bunch of thous who want POZ cum in their holes from a young boy like Nick. I pay the DR as he takes me to the play room puts me in the sling gives a heavy slam and for the next few hours has his dick and fist in my hole.

Daddy leaned forward and slipped his thick tongue (so may things of Daddy's are soooooo thick!!) into the pig's open panting mouth! The tweaked up cumslut sucked Daddy's tongue in with a loud groan of lust. I watched them making out for a few moments while I watched Daddy's hips swiveling slightly, pressing his leaking bare POZ cock more firmly against the hungry bottom's wet ass lips. Daddy pulled back just far enough to give me room to place the pipe between his lips and light it for him. Trevor watched with hungry numb eyes as Daddy inhaled deeply, looking directly into the pig's eyes as he filled his lungs full. When he had all he could hold, he looked at me and nodded letting me know that it was time, then he leaned down and placing his lips on Trevors, proceeded to give him a huge shotgun. As this started, I leaned down to Trevor's ear and whispered loud enough for him and Daddy to hear, "It's time pig. Take Daddy's BIG "toy"! Enjoy it!" At that exact moment, I grabbed onto the boi's shoulders to hold him down as I watched Daddy's hips pull back a fraction, then move forward forcefully, pushing his raw, thick POZ cock into Trevor's virgin neg chemmed-up hole. The boy's eyes flew open wide even as he was taking the shotgun as he felt the hard fat Daddy dick penetrate his ass lips and begin entering where no dick had ever been. He tried to thrash but between my hands on his shoulders and Daddy laying on top of him, his efforts were useless. "That's what you wanted, isn't it boi?", I asked him. "Something BIG to fill you up completely? That's what our leather Daddy is giving you. Just what you begged for. Feel it open you up. Feel it fill your hole. Enjoy it, pig. Daddy is giving you pleasure...and so much more!" As I finished, Daddy pulled his lips from Trevor's and smiled darkly at the boi beneath him, being impaled on Daddy's lethal cock. Before Daddy ccould say anything, Trevor, blew out a huge cloud from the shotgun and yelled out, "Oh, fuck, Daddy! It's too big! Take it out! Please!! I don't think I can take it! Oh gawd, it's so big!!" Daddy stopped the movement of his hips and looked into the pig's black eyes. "You said you wanted something big, boi. Daddy wants to please you just like you want to please him. I'm giving you my big hard toy to fill up your hole, to stretch you wide and deep. Take it boi. Make your Daddy happy..and I promise you I'll give you things you never even imagined. Breathe deep and look into my eyes. Let your need take over. Me and my pig boy are here to please you as you please us." I slid the pipe back between his lips and lit it, delighting in the way he automatically began inhaling. "That's it, pig", Daddy said softly and seductively. "Suck that smoke in. Let it help you enjoy the first of many of Daddy's gifts. Give in to your needs." I pulled the pipe from Trevor's lips and watched him slowly blow out a thick white cloud. "Oh fuck, Daddy, it's so huge...and hard. I didn't think it would hurt so much...but...but....fuck it feels good too! I can feel my hole opening and wanting it. Oh yes, Daddy. Oh fuck yeah! Fuck that hard big toy into my ass! Fill me up!! Oh fuck yessssssssssssss!!" "You got it, pig!", Daddy croaked and slammed the remaining inches into the cumwhore's awakening hole!

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After 2 weeks of getting his hole fuck and getting to love being on Ms. Tina Nick is ready. We are all loaded up for the 5 hour ride to where the 100 party will be, right before we left Nick was tested to see if he was Poz yet and Nick is still Neg. Jerry has posted he is looking for thous who would like to Poz this boy at the club site and was hit with an overwhelming response. Jerry has put Nick and I in chastity as I really love fuck Nick all the time. We arrive at the club and I love the sign at the cashier door. Must be of age Must use condoms No drugs No Barebacking Well, I will be breaking 3 of the rules and Nick will be breaking all of the rules. Jerry will be making good money from Nick. The first thing to do is have the club owner certify Nick is negative once that is done it’s posted. We take Nick and get him ready for a night he will never forget as I remember it like it happen yesterday even though it has been over 6 years now. We start by making sure Nick will enjoy him self and give him small amounts of GHB in his water through the night and a small slam to start.Nick chastity cage is taken off so a catheter can be put into Nick so if he has to pee the chem piss is not waisted and will be used later. I leave the room and the place is packed like I have never seen before. Jerry ask me to stay with Nick as the 100 are pick by ticket number they were given when they first came in. The rules are this , from 1-100 you can fuck Nick in the ass you can have Prince Albert but it must be smooth, NO PISS fucking, NO eating out Nicks hole till after the 100 have dump their loads in Nicks hole,No lube only spit for the first one , as cum makes the best lube,NO cruel condoms and No fisting The ones who did not make the 100 can use Nick mouth, you can gage him with your dick, make Nick swallow your load, piss into Nick mouth. I’m in chastity and I will be used to help the 100 get hard with my mouth and hand out thous who want Viagra, and watch Nick to make sure he is all right, I also have a bag of Tina powder for thous who want it on the head of their dick before they fuck Nick. I take Nick over to the bench and give him a kiss and Nick is real passionate about it. Once on the bench I strap him down and take the crank him legs apart so Nick hole is spread wide and every one has access to it. The 100 are ready and so is Nick, the first one is FUCKING HUNG with a 10 inch dick and he has a bio hazard tattoo and the pre cum leaking from the tip of his dick he rubs Nick hole and then slow and steady pressure his dick disappears into Nick hole and he just stays like that and says this hole is tight and needs to be wrecked, he pulls almost all the way out and drives back in balls deep wile Nicks mouth is getting a workout with dicks in his mouth. I’m glad the first one shot a giant load into Nick as it was leaking in to the pan that was place under the bench to catch all the cum that does not stay in Nick. After the first 20 Nick is given a break but is not removed from the bench as he would be leaking cum all over the place. In the break I give Nick more of the water with G in it and a small slam and look at the bag that is capturing Nick Chem lace piss. I see that Nick is doing OK and his hole is really getting work over as at the number 80 break I see Nick hole is blood red and the tray under Nick has a lot pink color loads in it.When number 100 shows up he looks very skinny and was told later he has full blown Aids. Nick mouth had taken a lot of loads and he has been used as a urinal. When the last one is finished it’s time for thous who want to clean out Nick hole and they are on their knees with their face and tongue working over his blood red hole.

Up to 140 now. I'm averaging more than one a day! Heading to LA for the Eagle Anniversary party. Will probably hit Slammer after and boost those numbers! Wanna hit 500 this year!

It's the most painful minutes of my life! I coughed up the initial stream before the bullet-headed bastard smacks my head and tells me to take the rest in my mouth and warns me to not loose a drop. "You let any spill on the bed," he threatens, "the rest is going up your nose." I take him at his word, and lock my lips around his long uncut cock and just swallow and swallow and swallow and swallow. While I'm gulping I hear him say: "You know my piss is going straight to you stomach now, pig." I remember Young John's exact words as bullet-head is talking. This must be Young John's daily life, what he hears every day serving these men. "You got my piss in you. Next time you piss that's going to be my piss coming out of your dick. Just remember that." I almost feel sorry for Young John until: "Can we keep him, daddy?" Young John asks, while bullet-head finishes peeing down my throat. "Can we, huh?" "Did you show him the lab?" Johnny's father asks concerned, "Or talk to him about it?" "No, sir," says Young John. "All we did was smoke a little bit. I didn't say we made it." "Well, he knows now, don't he, Young John?" I see Young John's puzzled face nodding. He's not stupid but I wonder about his father. Did he mean to trip him up? Bullet-heads squeezing out a last few squirts. "So now we either have to put him down out yonder with the other, or you're gonna have to train him good. I mean real, real good, son." "Wait!" I blurt out. Bullet-head smacks me again. The fat one leaps on my head and puts a rubber ball in my mouth, and then fits a muzzle under my chin and around my cheeks buckling it in the back. I'm trying to get out words, which is now impossible, so I resort to negative pleas. Mmm-mm, I'm getting out through the muzzle. Mmm-mm. Snots from the earlier piss irrigation is running down my face over the muzzle, and I feel tears welling up in my eyes. All I can see is Johnny looking scared, which fills me with terror. "I'll train him, daddy," he pleads. "I'll train him real, real good. He ain't gonna be no problem. He can have table scraps and live in the wood shed and I'll train him to do all the things you like. Y'all can have a lot of fun with him. He likes tina, and he likes it dirty, and I bet if you slam him he'll do whatever else you can think of, like you do me." "He sure looks purdy from what I can see, Old John," the fat one says. "If he can take my gooch meat maybe he might be worth keepin'. Least for a time." "We'll see," Old John says. "Put your collar on him, boy, and lead him into the living room. We got some relaxing to do, and we'll see if he can help you with your chores. Could be nice t'have another one of you around. That is, if he can be housebroke." "Thank you, daddy!" he says excitedly, while the men pile out of his room. He holds a finger up to me. "Shush," he whispers. "You wanna stay alive to mornin' you'll do exactly as I say, you hear me." All I can do is nod. "Okay then, you put this leather collar round your neck. Here, lemme fasten it." It's several inches thick and make me hold him neck up high. Once he locks it, he attaches a chain with a leather lead to it. "Now you just be a dog, you got that? A dog is what you are. And you do whatever anyone says. You gonna walk on all fours unless someone pulls you up. And you can cry and whine but you ain't never gonna say no, and you ain't never gonna say nothin'. You let them do whatever they want or you gonna end up dead like the others. You got me?" He's emphatic. Like the others. It's the second time "others" have been eluded to, and it's reverberating in my messed up brain as he leads me out to the join the men. The candle's still flickering as I crawl on all fours behind Johnny into the living room. "Sit!" he commands holding up a hand. I sit back on my haunches. "See, daddy. He's gonna be real easy to train. He's purdy too, ain't he, daddy? He's got real nice hair, nice new fur growin' on his chest, and nice hangin' balls I KNOW Gary's gonna like to hurt." "Don't matter if'n he's purdy," says bullet-head. "It matters if'n he's fun and can take what's dished out." Bullet-head is skinny with thin slits for eyes. He got a pointed goatee and tattoos poking out his plaid collar around his neck. If I were a dog I'd be growling at him. "Well, I think he is purdy," the fat one who wanted me to suck his gooch meat says. I wonder for a second before I push it out of my mind how big that gooch meat is going to be. "He might fit nicely at the foot of my bed when all y'all done havin' fun with him. What'cha call him, Young John?" "His names College. He got his car all crashed up by ol' Jonesy, I recon, and got lost looking for the main road. I toll him it weren't the way he was goin' even though it was, and he followed me home. I took him the long was so he don't know where he is no more." "That was right smart of you, Young John," says his daddy. "You sure you wanna call him College after he got so easily fooled? What about Dumbshit?" "Nah, we already had a Dumbshit, 'member? He was that curly headed feller. Besides, he talks real smart and I bet we can muscle him up. He's a good fucker and fister, and afore you came I was teaching him to take a fist. I betcha you'd get a good rosebud outta him in no time." There are a lot of alarms tripping during this conversation, but none as loudly as the way Old John is looking at me. He's a large man with very big, solid hands. He's cracking his knuckles looking me over. Hard to believe he's Johnny's father. They don't look anything alike. Where Young John has sandy brown hair, Old John is jet back. He's got a furrowed unibrow arching over deep blue eyes. His beard is thick and black with no grey in it, so I'm guessing he's somewhere in his thirties, which would make him very young for being Johnny's father. He is a daddy type, of that there's no doubt. His neck is thick and shoulder's wide. He's kicking off his boots. They fall near me and the stink that comes out of them could easily make me wretch if I was any nearer. His teeth are yellow but he has all of them, not like bullet-head who's missing all four front teeth. Old John keeps flexing his hands as he's eyeballing me, and I have a feeling I know where he's imagining planting those big, hairy fists. I stare at his fingers, which each have trails of hair running down them. It take me a second to realize he's talking to me: "Looks like you got nice meat on you. What's that, eight inches I recon?" I look at Johnny who nods his head once. I look back at Old John and nod. "You slam him, Young John?" "No, sir, we just blew some clouds, but look at those arms. He got some nice juicy veins on him, don't he daddy? Bet you could turn him into a slam whore real easy. Maybe makes some money at Shady Acres trailer park." "Dwayne," Old John says to the fat one, "why don't you introduce our new house pet who would do well to git his first slam." I'm ready to protest when Young John subtly tugs my chain. I look over at him and, almost invisibly, shakes his head. "Me, too, Dwayne," he says holding out his arm as way of distraction. He stares at me very pointedly. "Sure, boy. Why don't we all get to know one another," Dwayne says taking off his dingy grey sweater. Underneath are rolls of fat, boobs that droop over his hefty belly, and pits that I can smell over here. He gets up and goes to the kitchen area and from a drawer takes out a handful of used needles with orange caps. He counts out five and brings over a glass of water and starts dolling out power into each of them. I see bullet-head spot something on the counter and goes over to pick it up. It's Johnny's cage. "Young John, you take off your cage, boy?" "No, sir. College done that." "Git up, son," says Old John. "It's been ages since I seen what your wiener looks like. Lemme me see you." The boy stands up. His father is in the middle of unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a pelt of black chest hair and pecs that any body builder would be proud of. "Well, look at you, boy!" He slips off his pants and underwear. I'd say my jaw dropped but of course it' s being held in place by my muzzle. Still, I'm sure my eyes are boinging out of my face as I look at Johnny's daddy's anaconda hanging down. Out of his huge black bush is a semi-erect monster cock. The black hair from his chest continues non-stop to his crotch and continues spilling down the hairiest, most muscled legs I've seen. I feel my dick at the most inopportune time start getting aroused. "My boy done grown up. Look at that, Gary," he says to bullet-head. "Sprouting a little bush of weeds and everything. Course we gonna have to clip that hedge and get that cage back on you. Cain't let you become queer and the like. But I tell you what, I gotta have me some of that before we do. Dwayne, you almost ready?" Dwayne's sucking up water into the syringes and, with the flats of his hands, whipping them back and forth, dissolving the white powder in the tubes. "Almost." "Young John, you done left this flathead screwdriver out. What I tell you 'bout always puttin' back tools?" Gary scolds Johnny, like a nagging older brother. "You know what I gotta do to you now so you'll remember?" He's taking off his top, too. I'm not surprised to see how many tattoos he has. Praying hands, two kids faces on both sides of his rib cage, a broken open heart on his chest, all kinds of cliched religious images, a cross, prayer beads, wings on his back; also a scorpion tattoo on his shoulder and a biohazard on his treasure trail of thin brown hair. "Weren't me. Was College left it there," protests Johnny. The kid's sporting his curved hard on, maybe out of the praise from his father, maybe from, for once, not having a cage on him in front of these men, especially his daddy who's now monstrously erect. He's thick as a beer can, black pubic hair growing an inch up his shaft. He has to be a foot long, maybe more. I'm sitting on the floor trying to hide my erection by angling a raised leg. It seems, however, Old John is more interested in his boy than me at the moment. "Gimme you arm, College," says Dwayne quietly. My hearts thumping so loud in my chest I'm sure the others can hear it. I get on my knees and stretch out my arm. Dwayne puts it on a greasy yellow pillow. "Looks like College is all excited 'bout doing his first slam." Dwayne points to my cock standing straight up. The others laugh. "Let's see if he can keep that up after you done him," Old John says, taking three syringes off the coffee table. He tosses one to Gary at the counter who pops off the orange cap with his thumb and plunges it into one of his bruised veins. Old John point to the floor in front of him for Johnny to come and kneel. Johnny comes over as Old John settles in. They seems to have a ritual for his. Johnny holds out his arm. His daddy licks the crook and feels for a vein. Finds one, says "Stick," then, when he's pulled some of the blood into the syringe, asks if Johnny is ready. Yes, daddy, please slam me so that I' might be your obedient slave, he recites. Old John pushes in the plunger and Johnny falls to the ground and immediately begins licking his father's detestable feet. The boy looks lost in rapture on the floor holding up his father's foot, bathing it with his tongue, sucking and cleaning up between each of his toes. His father is searching his own arm, pumping his fist. Satisfied he's found one, he empties the content and falls back on the couch while his son caresses each nook and cranny between his father's toes. "Suck 'em good," he says, and Johnny does, one toe at a time looking up through foggy eyes at his dad. "Good boy. That's nice, boy. Take your time. Make sure you git all the smell off 'em. You ready to clean daddy's ass when you done?" Johnny nods enthusiastically. "Hadn't been cleaned since we went off hunting, and you know what that means?" He looks off in his own fog. "You sure you're ready for it?" he asks falling back deeper on the couch and spreading his hairy legs. I can smell his asshole from here. I don't envy Johnny's task. "College can help me," he churps, "cain't you College? He likes dirty buttholes," Johnny tells the group. I start counting my regrets wondering which one over the last day is the one I regret the most. Rimming Johnny's ass might be the worst, but there's so much completion. Gary at the counter is trying to get off his pants. I can see he's clumsily working on his belt and having a lot of trouble. "First College has GOT to learn to put away his tools. Boy, you ever git sounded?" he asks me finally getting his buckle open. His pants fall off his revealing a long, thin dick. He starts playing with it while he searching through one of the cabinets. He brings out some cooking oil and coats the screwdriver's tip and blade. He perches on a counter stool watching Dwayne feeling my forearm. Casually he puts the tip of the screwdriver in his piss slit and lets the handle go. It slowly slides into his hardening shaft. "This'll learn ya to put tools away, I guarantee. Oh, fuck, yes it will!" It's almost down to the handle when he grabs it and start pumping it in and out of his dick. "Stick," Dwayne says, and I feel a pinch where he's inserted the needle. "You ready for this?" "How much you give him?" Old John asks, relishing his son's tongue as it makes its way up the back of his furry leg. "Go for the balls first, son," he says softly to his son. "Three-quarters a gram," Dwayne says while I see my red blood swirling within the vial. Johnny lifts his head as he looks at me with concern. "Seven five's too much for his first time, Dwayne." "Too late now," he says. When I look down the vial is empty and I feel a rush of adrenaline like I've never felt before. I can't breath it's so intense. I feel my body locked down, incapable of any movement. There's a swelling in my lungs, which after a few moments of absolute panic, explodes with a cough that knocks me on my side. All my motor functions are useless. I'm glued to the floor feeling a red rush coursing through me. Blood behind my blind eyes. Then, like a tidal wave that picks me up without effort on my part, I bounce to my feet like a puppet, dick exploding cum right into Dwayne's beard. He's laughing and I feel insanely good, happy to be here in this dark den of meth heads. I feel like a demon of sex, hard, dripping cum. Looking over Old John who looks incredibly hot, who's cock I can't wait to get in me; over at Gary and want him to plunge that screwdriver right down my shaft like he's doing to his; at Johnny, wanting to join him on Old John's other leg and meet him in the middle at Old John's shit-smelling anus; but first getting down on Dwayne's gooch, as he's getting his last leg out of his dirty underwear, kicking it off his plump leg, and fluffing up a very fat and veiny cock. He's plunged his needle in his arm and is emptying the contents. "Okay, pig. Time to earn your keep," he says as he presses his finger where the syringe has come out. I kneel in front of him and he unbuckles my muzzle. I hungrily chomp down and start sucking his semi-hard cock until it fulfills it's promise, fully engorged, as the biggest cock I've ever seen in my life! "All the way down." I choke once at the attempt. "You puke or choke again, we're gonna go outside and snip those purdy balls right off. I guarantee." I don't choke again, but take his shaft down all the way down to his foul-smelling bush.

"Don't fight me," Young John says severely. "Relax. Dude, just relax." His second finger feels a lot like his first finger but he's twisting it around in my butt and it's making me tense. "Damn, college, you sure don't want me gittin' in you." "Nah, it's just it feels weird." He pulls both fingers out. "Reach in that drawer, right there. Take out that little bottle and take a big smell of it." I reach in the nightstand drawer and take out a small brown bottle. Unscrew the cap and take a sniff. I get a warm rush and I feel Young John push several fingers in my hole. "Take two more hits," he orders. I do and immediately feel a large object start pushing at my ass. It's growing bigger fast, and the poppers, which I'm not a big fan, but it's turning the corner on me wanting to take whatever Young John is pushing into me. In fact, I'm pushing down on whatever that object is that's spreading my hole. It gets to its widest point making me raise my hips until it's in, and then it narrows considerably, however, the large part he started with is now traveling within my hole. "That's it, college, take it all, suck me in." "Ah, fuck, man! Is that you in me?" I cry, suddenly taking in what just happened. My sphincter is clamping Young John's thin wrist but the rest of his hand is in my hole. Not only in it but traveling swiftly up it. "Stop, wait!" I beg him, holding up my hands. "It's too much." "I ain't doing nothin'," he says laughing. "You the one pullin' me in. You sure got one hungry hole. Tell me you ain't been fisted before. Look at you drippin' precum. You as hard as a choir boy in a porn shop." And I am as turned on as hell. Fuck, the more I try to stop his hand from going in deeper the deeper it goes. I'm clamping down hard but that only keeps pushes him in, so I force myself to relax. I just lay there, still, trying not to move, feeling how deep he already is in me, but then he starts twisting his wrist before I can absorb what's happening. "Don't push me out," he demands. "You trying to get me out and I won't have it." I feel him pushing in further the more I push my guts against him. "Shit, man! Don't. Wait. Let me try to take it." I open my eyes, the first time since I've take a hit of the poppers. Young John is leaning over me wild eyed. His crazed look is frightening. He looks half angry and half like a lunatic. It doesn't help there's so little light in the room. I feel my ass contracting around his hand, but now he's doing something internally. It's such a new sensation all I know is there's movement, not deeper penetration, not him pulling out, just something swelling where I think the end of his hand is. "You like that?" I ask what's he doing? "I'm making a fist and unmaking it. I'm doin' it right on your prostate glan. Feel that? I love when daddy does this. Feel that? I'm holding you like a hammock swing. Feel me holding you like that?" "Ah, shit, yeah. That's incredible. Oh, fuck!" I inhale spasmodically, closing my eyes. The sensation's too intense. He's squeezing me then flipping his wrist so knuckles are flying across my prostate. He's merciless even though I'm begging him to stop. He hits my bladder when he rocks a little farther in. I can't help it and piss uncontrollably. "Shit, yeah, that's what I'm talking. Just let it go. Make a pig of yourself. Let it go." It's not like I have a choice. I'm pissing wildly over my chest. He's dipping down occasionally, taking a gulp, then spitting it over me trying to hit my face. When I start petering out he bangs his fist in again searching for my piss "on" switch and I start pissing again. He holds his fist in that spot and I feel I'm never going to stop. I also feel I'm starting to get close to cumming. I tell him I think I'm about to nut and he pulls back. "Oh, no. Not yet. We only got started." He's pulling back even more, and suddenly I'm regretting loosing him. His fist is at the entrance to my hole. I look up again at him and he's got this devilish look in his eyes. His small fist leaves my hole, but only for a second. I gasp as he leaves, and as he immediately pushes back in, I gasp harder. I swear I see his eyes turn red as he's now fixated on exactly that spot: taking his knuckles pushing in and out of my fully stretched hole. "Take another hit, quick!" he says. I do, and feel my resistance melting away. "You like it, don't you." I nod feeling him rock right at the point of my widest stretched. "Nah, tell me you like me doing this." "I like you doing this," I respond. "...doing this, Sir. Say it!" "I like you doing this to me, Sir! Open me up, Sir!" With that he starts increasing the depth he's going into me. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want him doing this. I honestly don't know if it's him that I want punching my hole, or if I simply want my hole punched by anyone at this point. I feel my eyes roll back in my head and just wallow in enjoyment in how good it feels, how it hurts and feels intensely good at the same time, how I've never felt this sensation before, how I don't want it to stop. And he doesn't, but keeps increasing his depth and the force of his punch. He's trading hands, back and forth, right at the entrance to my hole. His frenzy becomes my frenzy. I'm sure I'm babbling something, how good it feels, how great he is, do it harder, how much I want him, more, deeper, harder, until I feel I'm about to explode, and then he pulls his fist out hard all the way. "Push," he says. I push my hole, and immediately he plunges his fist right back in when I've pushed it open as far as I can. Somehow we're in sync. He pulls out forcefully, yells Push, I open up, spreading my asshole wide, and he's back in with his fist. We're repeating this pattern even though I've lost track of how the pattern goes, but it's in my muscle memory without me having to think anymore, written by him or in coordination with him. But I give him credit for teaching me this dance. I would go all night, and maybe I have gone on for hours with him in this dance, but then abruptly I hear the screen door slam against the trailer, and hear men talking. One yells above the others, "I'm hornier than six dick dawg in a kennel full 'o bitches! Young John, git your punk ass in here." "You c'mere," Young John replies, still fist punching me only a little slower now. Before I have time to even try and make an effort to hide, or cover myself, or whatever it is I think I can do in the seconds after I heard the screen door bang, three men crowd into Young John's small bedroom. I sense them around me more than I can see them. There's nothing like introductions, just three men vying to get closer for a better look. There's nothing I can do but freeze, legs in the air, as Young John takes his fist out of me. There's nothing anyone says until the one who's bald head shines in the dark breaks the silence. "He drink piss, Young John, cuz I have GOT to unload right now." "Yes, Sir," responds Young John. "College, take a hit. It'll go down easier." I must be insanely high, because after taking a hit of poppers, I open my mouth for a guy I can't even see. He unzips his fly while I roll over on my side to take his dick. But instead of slipping his dick into my mouth, he holds the back of my head with one hand, and takes his dick and presses his piss slit up against my nose with the other. He then lets go his spray up my nostril while I choke on the stinging stream flowing through my sinuses and down my throat. I can even feel his piss sting behind my eye.

bred the horny fucker again tonight. begged him to test...but nooooo. wants to wait. what he wants is getting fucked every night. hell who would not want a POZ stud service making daily deliveries. I wanna be a proven sire....not just a horny poz fucker.

Also should celebrate.....Thirty days since testing poz....and and huge amount of POZ on POZ sex, and one very extended gifting process. I am really digging this POZ shit at this time.

Hi, guys! Few years ago I met a guy who later became my bf. I used to be Vers-top before netting him and did not get much pleasure when bottoming. When we started dating it turned out he's very hung and it was really difficult to let him in. But he wanted to top me very much. So frankly speaking first two months were difficult. But then - I realized that I can take it. But if I do I will be a total bottom Few weeks after this conversation we started to fuck bare and i realized that I would take his dick anytime to have his cum In my ass... ok. We are still together after 2,5 years. We talk a lot about our sexual wishes. I want more bb with others - we are considering prep. There are other issues we talk about. But... But he also wants me to top him. And I forgot how to do that how to stay hard how to move, what to do And I want to learn that again help me please!

I understand you are mad at the guy you told us about (with good reason). But if you tested poz on Monday, you got infected somewhere in the range of 2 - 12 weeks earlier. In fact if this had been your first exposure, you could have taken PEP and most likely prevented HIV from taking hold. I feel for you, but the story you are telling makes no sense.

Just visited a local ABS , right away got a Latino top about 30 ended up shooting part of his load if not most into me stealth like, went to restroom to wash hands , another Latino guy cornered me this one was in his work uniform and had clearly worked hard today... Nice uncut fat cock he didn't speak English much but I sucked him, musky but hot smell as I'm bent over sucking he starts exploring my hole with a finger , notices it's wet ... Spins me around and shoved it in raw , pounded for about 10 mins saying things in Spanish till he got even bigger stiffened up and shot a huge load deep in me... Wow I'm at a bar around the corner typing this hard as hell

Part I. My boy and I had sort of fallen on rough times. Maybe we’d overspent in the last few months and when we both got laid off from work, our savings started to run thin pretty quickly. I went looking for part-time work in my field, but nothing panned out. My boy kept going on interviews, but he never landed a steady gig. With no prospects, we were quickly getting desperate. Some fuckbuddies invited us out for a drink to catch up, and we kept putting them off since we couldn’t even afford to drink. Before we hit hard times, we’d often go out clubbing with Bobby and Dylan before winding up back at our apartment. Bobby and Dylan were a super cute couple, both in their early twenties, and both super fit. They were, like me and my boy, both pretty versatile, and also like us, they liked raw sex. Whenever we played as a group, we always fucked bare. It was so hot watching Dylan breed my boy. His thick cock would stretch out my boy’s ass good, leaving it loose and sloppy for me to fuck when he pulled out. I loved sloshing around my boy’s ass, feeling Dylan’s cum squelch around my dick as Bobby fucked and bred me. After we bowed out several weeks in a row, they started getting concerned. They thought we didn’t like them any more. It was embarrassing when we confessed that we couldn’t afford to go out, but they invited us along anyway, saying that they would pay, especially if they could get to fuck us! Over drinks at our regular bar, they told us that they had fallen on hard times a few months ago, and gotten part time work in a go-go bar to tie them over until real work returned. Bobby said that the boys could make upwards of $500 a night, even if they didn’t do any really dirty stuff, and much more if they were prepared to go all the way with customers. I was so naïve, and asked what ‘all the way’ meant. Dylan started telling stories of lap dances that got out of hand, even once or twice where the guy paying him to dance had a really big cock that worked it’s way out of his pants. Bobby said it was so hot watching his boyfriend dry humping bare dick, and that sometimes, if they were willing to pay more, they would both let guys tease their holes, and maybe even get the head inside them if none of their bosses were looking! My boy and I had both given up our gym membership a few months ago, to save money, and I was not feeling at my best physically, but my boy had kept up running and doing exercises in our backyard. He looked as great as he ever did, and our friends suggested he go for an audition right away and see if he could get the gig. Maybe it was the cocktails hitting us hard after not drinking any alcohol for a few months, but my boy was instantly eager. Had we been sober, I’m sure we both would have thought it through better, but he was ready, right away, to go start dancing in his undies to make some good money from strangers. Two hours after starting drinking with Bobby and Dylan, they poured us into their car to drive us over to the gay strip club to meet their boss. There, in the parking lot, Dylan helped me into the back seat. I was dizzy from the cocktails I had drunk. Bobby helped my boy into the seat, and I heard him chuckle. He said told Dylan that he had seen a glimpse of my boy’s underwear and that it simply wouldn’t do for a proper go-go interview. Of course, a few months of unemployment meant we hadn’t been buying anything we could do without, including cute new underwear. I’m sure we were both wearing last year’s model at best, and stretched out elastic jockstraps at the worst. Bobby and Dylan winked at each other and suggested we make a quick stop on the way to the strip club to get my boy some sexy new undies at a friend’s shop. My boy was clearly getting turned on talking about stripping and sexy underwear, and was rubbing his crotch. Dylan and Bobby kept watching my boy in the rear view mirror as the car started. It got me hot too to know my boy would soon be shaking his lithe mostly-nude body for money, and I worked my hand down the back of his shorts. It was true that his underwear was stretched out; I could easily get my whole hand into his pants to finger his ass! My boy was wriggling on my hand, as Dylan, in the front passenger seat took out his cock and started wanking. I wondered aloud, “How are we going to pay for new underwear? That stuff can be expensive, and we’re broke!” Bobby assured me that their buddy, who owned the underwear store, would give us a good deal. The way he said it made me ask if my boy might have to do something naughty. Dylan answered, “Absolutely! You’re ok with that, right?” Bobby told me that it was so hot watching Dylan with this guy that he had to join in. As I fingered my boy’s ass, and Dylan jerked his big cock, Bobby told us that their friend, Alex, was really well hung, and really hot. He said, “Alex started by taking Bobby’s measurements, waist and stuff. He had Bobby drop his shorts so he could see how big his dick and balls are. He got out a few choices, leather jockstraps, rubber shorts, and tight g-string bikinis. Bobby went into a changing room to try the rubber shorts on and then danced for Alex, just like a go-go boy. Alex then had Bobby grind into his lap. Alex got so hard that his dick was straining against his jeans leaving a dark wet spot from his precum. He asked Bobby if he could remove them for him. It was so hot watching Bobby pull that stud’s jeans down. When Alex was just in his boxers, he told Alex to change into the g-string. Bobby did it right there, stripped naked then pulled up the g-string. Alex grabbed Bobby and had him sit down hard on his crotch. Alex’ dick slowly worked it’s way out of the boxer fly. I could see Alex’s precum getting all over Bobby’s ass. Alex pulled the thong aside so his dick could really rub against Bobby’s hole. When it got shiny from so much precum, Alex told Bobby to switch to the jockstrap. Bobby shimmied out of the g-string, and into the jockstrap. He was so hard that his dick wouldn’t fit into the front pouch. That didn’t seem to bother either of them, and Bobby sat right back down onto Alex’ cock. This time, his hole was totally free, and after a few passes, the head of Alex’ dick went right up Bobby’s ass. I started to freak out a little, and Alex just smiled, ‘If your boyfriend wants to make the real money, he’s got to learn to take dick!’ Bobby started riding that cock as I stood there and watched. After a few minutes of getting pounded, Alex held Bobby’s hips and came inside him. Even if Bobby had wanted to pull off, Alex wouldn’t have let him!” By this time, my boy had taken off his shorts and underwear altogether and I was working three fingers into his ass. Bobby shot his load into his hand and offered it to Dylan to lick off. I realized that the car had stopped and we were in a parking lot, lit only by neon light from the window. We were at Alex’ shop, and the time had come to offer my boy up to this stranger for free underwear. I knew my boy was horny, and would probably let Alex go all the way. What had we gotten ourselves into? To be continued...

I would like to read the ending too.