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1997 Damon was still pissed that he didn't know who had pozzed him. He had a whole collection of things that pissed him off, but I was used to it. Since I was a kid, I collected friends who were pretty much fucked up. I mean. I've befriended all the castoffs society tries to ignore. Drop-outs, burn-outs, addicts, etc. Somebody once told me it was because I gave off a very stabilizing vibe, but I doubt that. I was am far from perfect. For instance -- I hadn't really figured out my sexuality yet and I was already 24 years old. Maybe I was the one attracted to them. Maybe I used their lives to distract me from my own. Let's not get into that shit now. Back to my friend, Damon.... He lived in my apartment building and we became friends almost immediately. He was a tiny, dark-haired guy who never stopped talking. Not ever. In between all his chatter, he was drinking gin. He was trying to explain to me why it was so infuriating that he didn't know who gave him HIV. "It's like if I was a woman and didn't know who fathered the baby I was carrying. I bet it happened at Steve's party. Or the baths. Damn, I really shouldn't drink so much". No, he really shouldn't. For starters, he was always horny -- and he'd already accumulated his second DUI. He needed rides everywhere after they took his license. I mostly drove him to the liquor store and to his AA meetings (court-mandated). He'd found a twice-weekly meeting that was for gay HIV+ alcoholic men. Who knew such a gathering occurred in our medium-sized city? But he found it and it wasn't far from us. A thought popped into my head one night while I was waiting to pick him up.... "How'd it go?", I asked when he got in my car. "So depressing. Half of them should just kill themselves. I've heard so sad stories that I could write a book. And there's always new people who tell their tales like we haven't heard it all before. I can't wait to be done with this". "When's your last required meeting?" "I've got three more. but I can cut it down to two if I bring a guest next week. Will you do it? All you have to do is sit there and then sign a sheet of paper". "OK" Weirdly, the thought I'd had while he was inside was that I'd like to go to one of his meetings. Just to see and listen. He was so grateful that I agreed to go that he demanded we stop at a bar so he could buy me a drink. It was a gay bar on our street that looked tiny on the outside, but actually was nice and roomy inside. We sat a table facing the door because Damon always wanted to look for new boyfriends. He sized each one of them up, and I kind of found myself doing the same. A few of them were not bad-looking, but picky Damon dismissed them all. He also pointed out a few of the guys who had just been at his meeting, One was a tall, strange dude who looked like he was fresh off the farm. Everything about him was odd, but not unappealing. His big ears stood out like open car doors. He looked scared of the place, but had a desire for booze in his eyes. "Oh, HIM. He barely said a word and just smoked. I think he introduced himself as "Denny". He's an oddball hayseed". Of course it wasn't too long before Damon left the table in pursuit of some hunk. I probably wouldn't see him again for the rest of the night. Denny stood against the wall, drinking his glass of whatever. Then I formed a plan in my head. I went to the cigarette machine and emptied a few bills and some quarters into it. I came away with a pack of Marlboro 100 cigarettes. I'm not a smoker, but I knew how to open a pack. I walked up to Denny and said 'hi'. He looked surprised and then happy. "Hi. I'm Denny". "I'm Norman. Can I offer you a cigarette?" "Thanks!! I just ran out of them!" I welcomed him back to the table I was at and we sat. He was sexy in a weird way. I ordered us another round of drinks. "What have you been up to tonight?" He hesitated. "Well I guess your tiny friend told you I was at an AA meeting. I'm trying to make something of myself, but it's a struggle". "It is for everybody, Denny". "I got so many strikes against me already. I'm jobless, practically homeless, and on top of all that -- I'm going to die of AIDS. Plus I'm ugly." I reached across the table and touched his long, bony fingers. "I don't think you are ugly at all". "I'm not as cute as you. But I have huge dick...probably the biggest one you've ever seen. I think that's what got me in trouble. Everybody wanted it and I took them all on". I sat in silence, searching for something to say, "What happened to that little guy you were sitting with?" I scanned the place and didn't see him. My guess is he went home with somebody without bothering to tell me first. Damon was like that. "I guess he got lucky". "Want to go?" "Sure. My apartment is only a block away". "Let's go and watch a movie or something. I've got a bottle of whiskey under my front seat. Just leave your car here and I'll drive you back later". So I left with Denny. We got to my apartment and I immediately noticed how disorganized everything was. I had never anticipated this. Not at all. '"Nice place". "Thanks -- I'm usually not this sloppy, but I didn't know I'd have company". "It's cool. I have to use your bathroom real quick. Do you mind?" I pointed the direction it was in and then wondered where I could start straightening things up a bit. Denny hadn't moved. I looked at him with a question mark on my face. "It's right there in the hall". "I know. But I thought you might want to come watch", he said with a sly grin. I did. I was curious about his body. So we went into my little bathroom together, and I watched him lower his jeans (no underwear) and haul out the fattest, longest penis in the world. It was uncut so he had to pull the foreskin back a little. He started letting out a slow stream of pee as I watched, fascinated and aroused. Then the flow got more intense and he asked me to put my finger out a feel the stream. I did. He finished up and instructed me to taste my finger. I did and it was right then that I decided I was completely gay forever. I was no longer interested in watching a movie -- I wanted to get him in my bed. He had the same idea. We were there and stripping down in record time. "How'd that poz pee taste, Norman?", he asked as he removed his socks. I stared down at his ridiculously-long feet, and answered: "It tasted like Denny". We rolled around on the bed, kissing. He was an excellent kisser. He kept stabbing me all over with that giant boner. It could not be ignored. I lowered myself on the bed and took the head of this tool into my mouth. I had no idea what to do except what my brain told me: I sucked on it and treated it like my life depended on having it in my mouth. Denny got a little more forceful and started trying to force that monster down my throat. I gagged and then felt vomit rising. My nose was running like crazy and I wondered how unsexy he thought my skills were. He pulled out and tousled my hair. "Take a break, Norm". I lied on my back and gasped for air. "You have lube?" "Not actually. I think there's some Vaseline in the medicine cabinet". "Perfect!" He disappeared for a second and returned with mostly-full jar of petroleum jelly. He used it to stroke his monumental tool until it was so hard and shiny that it didn't look real. He then re-coated his two longest fingers and opened my hole and coated it as much as was possible. "Let's at least give it a try. I've never had a virgin before", he said seriously. He lifted my legs onto his skinny shoulders and tried to enter me. Tried. The head wouldn't fit in. I thought about just shutting all of this down and asking him to take me back to my car, but then he plunged right in -- the fat head plus an inch or two. I screamed louder than I thought I could. He bent down and put his lips over mine. I yelped and whimpered, but it was all muted by his mouth. He kept going further inside until he hit something up my butt. I guess that was the limit. He kept pushing into that wall, over and over. And he was getting faster. He lifted his mouth off of mine and told me to grab his butt. I did and pulled him down further onto me. And then his whole body tensed. He came. I felt a wetness that I didn't know the content of. Blood? Cum? Turned out it was both, but mostly blood. We both collapsed and slept in the mess. The next morning we exchanged all the contact information we had. We both wanted to hook up soon. As I was about to go change the sheets, the phone rang. Damon. "I already heard you left with that scarecrow with the giant ears. Did he spend the night with you?" "None of your business, Damon". "Well...at least you know who the father of your baby is".

mid-week blues guys but the w/end is cumming soon ...

YOU: "...FUUUCK...your cock is making me feel all...FUUUCK..." HE: "I'm really getting close, bitch. Want me to pull my pozdick out now?" YOU: "FUUUCK...NO!...PLEASE KEEP GOING...OH FUUUCK..." HE: "So you want me to shoot my bug right into your worthless sluthole, bitch?" YOU: "FUUUCK...NO! PLEASE DON'T...OH FUUUCK..." HE: "What do you want me to do then, you stupid slut?" YOU: "...FUUUCK..." HE: "Okay, so fuck it will be, you dirty little cumbucket!"

So every once in a while, I get onto a certain app that has plenty of black guys on it. I don't normally use it because I use an tablet and it tends to crash or freeze on my tablet- unless I turn it completely off and on again and it's the first and only app I use. So I get on this site and cruise a guy who seems approachable: black, thin, rather shorter than I'm used to (5'4"), but got lots going on, rough good looks, thin, hairy, tattoos all over torso and a really nice sized dick for his size. Plus, he's undetectable like me. We've been chatting for a few months, even exchanged numbers and texted, but timing and travel has always been off. I'm usually traveling and he got 2 jobs. So we started texting again these past few days after he saw me online recently. And again, he texts me today. He says he wants to fuck me. I'm trying to get over a cold, sore throat, a little congestion, little sniffle, not to mention I had just eaten. Any good bottom knows that even if you deep clean, the eating process can sometimes continue to push food down the intestines. Debate, debate, text, text, finally, I'm feeling the pressure, he really wants to fuck me and he's giving me the guilt trip. I cave in, clean my ass out deep a few times, get his address and head over. Only about 12 minutes away. I get there, get past security easily and head up to his apartment. Roommate is out and he's on a day off with free time to fuck. I get to his apartment easily. He really did catch me off guard because the pics didn't really give me an idea of the proportion of his body. Maybe 5'4" tops and very thin. But totally even proportions all around, he was just a very small build person. With the exception of his dick. We get to his room and strip down. I've had much larger, but I'm not going to complain one bit. It was about 7 inches, uncut and soft. One of his texts did ask if I sucked dick. I'm not the greatest cocksucker and told him I was ok. Well, the dick was a little on the thin side so it slid into my mouth quite easily. I sucked it enough to get it hard then got on the bed and turned ass facing him. I wasn't sure how much of a quickie he wanted so I pre-lubed with a good dollop of petroleum jelly. He was having none of that. He took a towel, wiped it off and went to town eating my ass out. Little tongue, deep probing. Now with my ass lubed with spit instead of grease, he was ready to fuck. I could actually hear as he pulled back the spitshined foreskin and pushed against my hole and pushed in till he was balls deep. We fucked doggy style, then on top of me on my stomach (my favorite), then finally with my legs over his shoulders, he was building up his climax. I pulled his ass toward me so he was buried balls deep inside me as he finished giving me about 4 good spurts of cum. I cleaned his dick off with my tongue even though he was a little bit sensitive and we got dressed. I drove back home pretty quickly, stripped down and got my tablet on the edge of the toilet to video as I pushed his load out of my ass. Whoa. Was an awesome huge nut with a huge string that dropped out as I pushed a big glob out, then the rest came leaking out slowly into the toilet bowl. I texted him a picture of a string of his nut leaking out my hole and he went wild. Loved it. I texted a lot about how good the fuck was and he mentioned a lot of guys find his dick addictive. But he's looking forward to fucking me again soon. Damn! That adds up to 4 tops regularly fucking my hole. Weekday cleaning guy (another time), gym buddy, this guy and bf on weekends. Woof.

... maybe something to take home for later?

That moment when his fat bare cock hits your prostate just right, when words turn to "hngh...hngh...hngh" and your eyes start rolling back into your head... The smacking sound of his heavy low-hangers slapping against your own balls make you think of how he promised you to play safe, that he'd just dip the first inch or so of his huge dick into your hole and hold it there for a little while, just to see how it'd feel, that he'd pull out in time and squirt his bugjuice over your back instead. All you had to do is ask for it. You know he's close, he just told you so. But right now, with your own balls pulling up without even having touched your dick, your pussy seems to have developed a mind of ist own and you can't possibly imagine a way of telling him to back out. His fat AIDScock jackhammering your tender mancunt just feels too fucking good...

Just dumped my POZload into that lil slut - and the stupid bitch has no idea...

For my 18th birthday my parents gave me a trip to San Francisco to visit my older brother. It would be a low-cost trip with frequent flyer miles and my brother’s car providing transportation and his couch providing lodging. Perhaps being a good student and respectful son was its own reward. I was psyched! I was also gay and still in the closet…and still negative. My experiences were limited to a few oral explorations with a buzzed buddy and I was dying to do more! The other issue was I was still in high school and that rather limited my options. My spring break birthday trip was going to get me laid I decided. Being from the suburbs of a Midwestern town, going to San Francisco seemed like going to gay Mecca! As it turned out, my pozzing took place the first day of my 4 day trip. My brother Matt picked me up at SFO at 10:30 am on Thursday. He drove me back to his apartment near the Tenderloin and we had a birthday lunch before he went back to work. I was on my own to explore the city so naturally I hopped on the historic “F” line to the Castro. My youth and 5’-10” frame, slim build and short brown hair seemed to catch a few eyes. I am certain that I looked like a tourist with my gawking at the stores and the men, as well. I literally ran into a man who was exiting the Walgreen’s! I immediately apologized and was very flustered before I caught a glimpse of him. Holy Fuck! A muscle daddy!!! “In a hurry to pick someone up?” he laughed. This put me at ease and I introduced myself. “Pleased to meet you, Timmy! My name is John and I am just about to meet my partner Max for coffee—care to join us?” “Heck yes” was my reply. We sat outside sipping our lattes and discussed my birthday trip and which things a tourist should see and do before the conversation turned to sex by way of me asking about their relationship. These bearded, hairy men were in their 40’s, had been together 8 years and were actively involved with the leather scene. I felt so at ease with them that I talked all about my sexual interests and my desire to lose my virginity in San Francisco. Since my brother’s place was out, they suggested bathhouse options although that seemed a bit too anonymous and intimidating to me. Max suggested that I find some leather daddies who could host and John said that was a wonderful idea! I blushed and stammered a bit. John put his hand over mine and said that it would be their honor to take my virginity as I looked him in the eyes. Max touched my arm and said they could teach me many things and I would be free to explore in a safe environment. How could I say no? Their rather nondescript but clean home was only a 10 minute drive from the Castro. Max took me by the hand after they both had kissed me long and deep and lead me to their bathroom. He took out an odd torpedo shaped tube from under the sink and explained that being cleaned out was important so I could be relaxed and confident about getting fucked. He wiped it down with a bleachy cloth and then rinsed it well explaining the importance of keeping sex toy and sex objects disinfected. I appreciated his knowledge on the subject. When I was squeaky clean, I joined them in their bedroom. They made a point of having me undress each one carefully. I was taught to carefully fold their clothes and show the proper respect by kneeling when removing their boots and socks—followed by kissing their feet, of course! I loved it. They were both daddy-like to my young eyes. John was the bigger and beefier of the two—about 220, 6’-2”, hairy and a large uncut dick. Max was closer to my height at 5’-11”, 195, hairy and a smaller cut dick—but still quite nice. I said they both had nice trouser snakes and they both laughed. John said that I was very observant but perhaps I should look at their biceps. John had what looked like a hooded cobra snake tattoo while Max had another type—a viper I was told. The tattoos were fucking hot! Max said the snakes were their dick nicknames and both snakes liked to inject venom just like their dicks. HOT!! Max said before we start, we should talk about safer sex. He asked what I knew about it and what my comfort levels were. I told him that I knew one should wrap it before fucking. Max gave a little speech about risk. “Life is all about risk just as much as sex. Whether one wears a motorcycle helmet or not is much like whether one wore a rubber—it was a matter of personal responsibility. The only 100% safe sex was masturbation by one’s self and from there it was a sliding scale. For example, you can get crabs from hugging a guy naked. You could wrap it up for oral, although most don’t and it isn’t high risk for HIV assuming good oral health and a man doesn’t cum in your mouth. Two negative men can fuck without rubbers all day long and not transmit HIV, but one needs to be certain of one’s status and the other man’s as well—keeping in mind that there is a window between exposure and testing positive.” Max went on a bit more and then asked if I had any questions. I asked who was going to fuck me first. The guys laughed again and John said with a wink that they had played rock-paper-scissors to decide. Max laughed again and said his viper was smaller that John’s cobra so he would do the honors. I was ready! John lay on his back and told me to climb on top chest to chest. His powerful arms surrounded me, holding me, stroking my skin, tussling my hair while he kissed me deep. Max got behind me and started to probe my ass with his very talented tongue. I groaned into John’s mouth. “He has a magic tongue, doesn’t he? John asked. “You are going to love his viper!” All three of us had foreplay over the next 30 minutes. Both of my daddies seemed to want to learn what made me tick and what I responded to. I managed to deep throat Max, but John was a bit more than I could handle. Worshipping his foreskin was new to me and I loved sticking my tongue under his hood and lick up his free flowing precum. When Max had me opened up with his slick fingers it was time to give my cherry to him—I was so ready! Max suggested a spooning position or doggy so I would be able to control it a bit easier. He wrapped up and I got on all 4’s. This allowed me to suck on John who was kneeling at the front of the bed facing my deflowering. It also gave easy access to my nipples and I found that I loved having them worked on. By pushing out while Max pushed in, I was able to get his head in—barely! Despite his best efforts Max was losing his boner. “I need a break” Max sighed. I thought I had done something wrong but when I looked up at John he shook his head and said “we fuck each other bareback and we are so used to it that condoms can be a major headache for us.” Max was jacking his dick next to my hole and it was making this hot smacking sound. John was milking my nipples while Max was nudging against me. John asked “How about Max just slide in a bit so you know how it feels? He won’t shoot in you without your permission.” I wasn’t saying anything but I was super turned on. “Suck me while Max slides his viper in” John urged. “Mmmm-k” I said and the first dick of my life slowly inched its way inside me. I just worked on John’s foreskin while Max filled me up. I was too focused on my ass to do more with John right then. Max had done a good job of stretching me with his fingers so it didn’t hurt too badly. Mostly I felt full. I could feel that Max was in as far as he could go—his nuts felt heavy against my skin. “Fuck you guys look good!” John exclaimed. “Pull out a little so I can see your viper.” Max pulled back but soon pushed back in. The process repeated itself—Max wasn’t just sliding in to let me know what it felt like—he was fucking me! John was still facing me, dick in my mouth and kneeling so he could see my breeding and kiss his partner. “Fuck our boy, Max” John commanded. “That’s it! Give him what he came for. Make your viper angry so it spits!” Max built up the tempo and I just rode the feeling and let him have his way with me. John’s hot talk made it even better. “Fuck is he tight and griping me …shit, his hole is milking me” Max groaned. “I’m not going to be able to hold off much longer.” John pulled out of my mouth and scootched down to deep kiss me. “Timmy, I want to see you take Max—take it all from him. You are so sexy! It would make me so happy to have Max share his seed with you.” John started twisting my nipples in time with the fucking. “That viper wants to spit—deep in you. Tell Max what you want. Do this for us!” I was moaning really loud and wasn’t thinking about the safe sex lecture—I was thinking about the sensations and pleasing Max. “Fuck me, Max!” I begged. “You want my seed? You want my viper to inject its venom inside you?” Max asked. I just moaned and then said “do it.” “Do what?? Max asked again. “Fuck me! Give me your viper’s venom!” I cried. Max grip tightened like a vise and he started rutting for all he was worth. John was back to kneeling and watching my first poz breeding. I could hear them kissing and moaning then Max hissed that he was cumming. “Take my cum! Take my fucking venom! I am breeding you Timmy! Your ass is mine!” I felt Max ram in as far as he could go and then felt this frantic throbbing and heat within me. I could feel his sweat as he hugged my chest and I held us both up while Max made sure I got all of his DNA injected. "Happy birthday, baby" Max whispered. We remained coupled for a few minutes until Max finally shrunk enough that he slid out of me. “Keep my spunk in you, Timmy. John is going to need it.” Matt explained. Maxed kissed me over and over as he thanked me and praised me for my natural talents and beauty. I lapped it up like a puppy. I then lapped up his dick because he explained that is what a good boy did—it was delicious! Max excused himself for a few minutes and John made his move. “Ready for my cobra, Timmy?” “Fuck, yes!” I agreed most enthusiastically. John wanted to bind ourselves in the missionary position. He got between my legs and hoisted them back lifting my ass off the bed and in position. No discussion about condoms were made, John lined up and pushed. I felt my eyes flutter closed as his thickness spread my hole wider than Max could. I concentrated on the sensation until I felt John bottom out. The look on John’s face was so intense! It was like he was concentrating on a complex riddle and seeing right through me at the same time. His tongue found mine while my legs and arms locked around him. It felt so right! “I am so hot for you, baby. Your ass is so tight and slick with Max’s cum—I am going to add my own to his so that you can be bonded to me.” John murmured. I just groaned and whimpered and gave myself wholeheartedly. Max came in to see his partner join in my infection. John was a masterful top. I didn’t have a gauge to compare his talents except Max’s fuck, but looking back, he was a man’s man. John possessed me. It felt like my whole life had been waiting for this moment—the time that may ass would receive a game changing fuck. I felt enveloped by John’s presence and connected to him in the most instinctive way through his fucking. The feeling was so intense that tears leaked out. I called John’s name and sniffled a bit as I was so lost to him. “Shhhhhhhh. You are ok, baby. You are mine.” John comforted. Max rubbed his hands over us and urged John to breed me. The pace then picked up like a jackhammer. There was no way John could last long, and I didn’t know how much longer I could take it. I begged him to give me his seed. I told him I wanted his cobra’s venom and John obliged. “Here it is, boy! Here is your special birthday gift! I am fucking injecting my venom in you! His eyes glazed over and then shut as he screamed out his pleasure. I held him as tight as I could as he jerked and cried out. John again recapped what he had done, what we had done, and spoke sweet nothings that made me so proud! I held John for the longest time and Max snuggled against the both of us. When John finally popped out of me Max told me to lie on top of him face to face. He kissed me—deep soul sucking kisses that left me dizzy and dripping wet. Max asked if I was ready to lose my virginity. I looked at Max with a quizzical expression and Max just laughed and said “your other virginity!” as he started to position me between his legs. “I took the liberty of getting ready to get fucked while you started with John. Since I am the first man to take your ass, I’d love to be the first man YOU fuck!” Max beamed. John lubed my uncovered dick and smeared some against Max. I fumbled trying to get in but Max was patient and he guided me. It was an incredible sensation—a tightness gripping my head followed by an elastic warmth that sent shivers down my spine, I did my best to follow my mentors’ example and I fucked Max as good as I could. My first fuck didn’t last long, but it was mighty fine! Max seemed to genuinely enjoy my fucking and John was husky as he told me to breed his partner. It was so hot to look down on Max’s hairy body and encouraging face. When Max told me how much he wanted my fresh spunk and kissed me again, I just lost it! Spurt after spurt shot out of me and waves of pleasure made me giddy. I collapsed into Max’s arms. After a rest break, each of us got off one more time. I thanked them both for giving me the birthday present I had really wanted. They both said the pleasure was all theirs. John asked me to hold their seed in me as long as I could so I would be reminded that they were in me now. He also said he hoped losing my virginity had been a positive experience for me and I told them again that I couldn’t thank them enough for what they had done for me. “Our snakes thank you, too” chimed Max. We all laughed at that. They both drove me back to the neighborhood I was staying in and kissed me goodbye. Despite their offer to meet up for coffee again any morning around 10:30, I never did. I got so busy with sightseeing and hanging out with my brother that it just wasn’t doable. I left San Francisco feeling a great deal more sex savvy and ready to spread my oats back in my neck of the woods. I came down with a bad case of the flu a few weeks before graduation but was recovered in time to receive my diploma. At a quick test clinic held by my university the following fall, I learned that my cobra and viper lovers had indeed injected me with venom and I now had a venomous snake of my own!

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.

It’s January 1, 2015, and tonight, for the third year in a row, I had a man’s arm inserted elbow deep into my tweaked out hole as the New Year dawned. It’s just a little tradition I have . It started on December 31, 2012. I was in Chicago getting thoroughly fucked by Verne, a 60-ish pervy top Daddy, at his place in the Bryn Mawr neighborhood. Earlier that night, a guy I was planning to meet cancelled on me, and I thought I’d be snuggling with Mr. Dildo all night. But, happily, there is this thing called the internet. I chatted on asspig with this hot 60-ish Daddy and he sent me his phone number. I called and he invited me over to pnp and be his fist bottom for the night. Sure! I said, and I think I was on the way to his place before I hung up the phone. It was a good thing his place happened to be less than a half mile from my hotel. I arrived at his place at 10 PM. His place was well kept as he was. We went to the bedroom, where he had points ready; we did them, and then he started fucking me - and pretty well too. He took only about 15 minutes to nut, but once he did, he pulled his cock out of me and without skipping a beat, just started fisting me. I was pleasantly surprised at his expertise and totally into this daddy stud now, so I settled in for a good long hard fisting...fucking awesome! Well, he was still in my hole when New Year struck - I really wasn’t paying attention, but he noticed and really thought it was hot. He used it for dirty talk as we kept fisting into the morning - since he got off on it so much, naturally I did too. Now to December 31, 2013. I was in working in DC for a month and since it was New Year’s Eve and I did not have to work the next day, I was really looking to have a good time that evening. I didn’t know anyone in town to call or where to shop for supplies. I was super horny since I remembered the past New Year’s and was determined to do it again. I decided to take a chance and hit up a couple guys on bbrts about partying - careful to say I buy my own dinner. I struck paydirt with Brett, a cute blonde vers guy my age in Arlington; he invited me to come over, so off I went. At 9 PM when I arrived, Brett met me at the door (naked) and waved me into the house. Two other guys (also naked) were sitting on the couch and they smiled and waved as I entered the room. I made a joke about being overdressed, and started getting naked. Brett introduced me to them as Mike and Glen, and then began to prepare some rigs. Mike and Glen looked like they had been partying some already. Brett looked really hot walking around with his veiny thick 7 inch hard-on bobbing to and fro. I thought, this is gong to be a good night. When the rig was ready Brett handed it to me saying I could use the bathroom if I wanted. I said I’d like to mount him and bottom out on his hard cock and then do my slam with his cock in me. He grinned evilly, saying, fuck yeah, let’s do it. Brett laid on his back on the floor and I straddled him, taking all of his cock into my ass in one thrust. He smirked at me, looking pleased with himself. I put the rig to my arm and they all said it was hot watching me slam while riding a cock. Then the four of us fucked and sucked each other for at least two hours until I noticed that it was 11:40 PM. I had already talked to Brett about fisting me, and he nodded eagerly as he was totally into it. He thought the whole scene of stuffing my hole as the year turned was kinda hot too, especially since it would be my second year in a row doing it. Brett set up his web cam angled toward the bed to get all the fisting action out to the world as soon as it happened. I got on the bed on all fours facing away from the camera, huffing hungrily at the poppers bottle as he slathered lube on my tweaked out hole and unceremoniously pushed his forearm half way to the elbow and held it there, twisting and flexing his hand inside of me. Mike and Glen, who were still fucking, watch Brett invade my ass. I loved it and told him so. Mike started reading the webcam site comments off the computer - most of the comments were nasty and full of name-calling - I loved that too! Brett kept his forearm inside of me for nearly two hours after the New Year came. Along the way the Mike and Glen fed me their cocks, and eventually Brett got his arm into me up to his elbow. And now to what happened tonight, December 31, 2014. It happened just a few hours ago now. I planned to do this third year in a row ever since last New Year’s, but I wasn’t sure where it would happen until last month. I was sharing my plan with a Mark, fisting buddy I know in Kansas City. He said he’d love to help me out - and I was more than willing to have him expertly fist open my hole as the New Year arrived. Mark has a husband, Brian, who just likes to have his cock sucked and watch Mark fist guys and get fisted. We started at playing about 8:30, and after preparing our points, I offered to let Mark get in the sling first. He eagerly accepted. I told Mark I was not going to slam until he had his whole hand inside of my hole; Mark agreed to that as well. He is so easy to fist; he has a big receptive hole and I would have no problem getting into him right away. But I know that he likes to draw the initial penetration out a bit, so I tease him, holding off. He finally can’t wait any more and nearly ordered me to fist him, begging, please, please, just put it in NOW! I smiled. I know what Mark’s feeling; I obeyed and shoved my left hand into his eager hole. Immediately, he hits a vein in his arm with the point and pushes. I hold still, waiting for the rush after the tourniquet makes a “snap.” I look deep into his eyes and I can see when the high is at it’s fullest. Against the background noise of his incoherent groaning punctuated by the occasional “FUUUCK,” I worked his hole open for about an hour. Then he politely offered to give up the sling to me. He is such a sweet guy! I gave him a couple of slow “all-the-way-in-and-out” strokes to express my thanks. As I take my hand out of Mark’s hole, my own starts to tingle, knowing what’s coming next. It’s now 10:15 and I am reclining into the sling, putting my legs in the stirrups and getting my ass over the edge to give him the best possible access. He lubes up my hole by injecting a massive syringe of J-lube into it and the shoves his hand in. He smiles and tells me he loves watching me slam with his hand in me. That’s my cue to go ahead with the slam. I know it’s a pretty big dose, .4g, so I’m eager to get it in and start flying. I find the vein easily, insert the needle, and draw some blood back into the syringe before pushing its contents into my arm with one smooth motion. I hesitate before I remove the needle and look into Mark’s eyes, surrendering my hole to him with complete abandon. In response, Mark moves his fat squirming hand around in fuck hole. I pull the rig out, cap it and drop it into the bucket. Here it comes: the familiar taste, the coughs, the vibrating eyes, the full body rush and the intense burning sensation in my hole as the tina courses through my body. Mark’s arm is thick and his hands are large but he is an amazingly skilled fister. Before a half hour is up, he is elbow-deep in my hole, rocking the sling as he maintains his depth into me. The clock tells us it’s midnight as we hear it chime the New Year in. I look at Mark with a lusty grin and mouth “thank you.” He smiles and slides his arm out of my hole with a long, slow motion and then just as slowly, advancing his arm into my hole to his elbow. I can feel his bony elbow press on my opening. I greedily snort more poppers and spread my hole wider for Mark as Brian slides his cock down my throat. I realize: THIS is exactly where I need to be and I am overcome with a feeling of satisfaction at how utterly natural this all is, and I love it! Three years in a row, welcoming the New Year with a fist in my hole. And as Mark skillfully twists and thrusts his big arm in my hole, I can’t wait to make it four in a row.

CHAPTER 5 We managed to return to the table before our wives did, "See I told you they'd be ages" Mike said. I nodded, thankful. I had a mouthful of wine and then popped a mint, just to ensure that there was no trace of Mike's tasty cum in my mouth. "It tasted just as good mixed with the wine as it did from his cock!" I thought to myself. Fuck, I was becoming such a whore, but I didn't care, I just loved being with Mike. Not much happened for the rest of the dinner, my wife got more & more annoying and drunk as the dinner went on. She kept downing cocktail after cocktail and got more obnoxious as she went on. Mike's wife was getting drunk too but she was getting flirty with Mike and was making no secret as to horny she was getting. Mike was loving it too as the two of them made out opposite us, her hand on his cock. I should've been shocked that he was ready to go so soon after but I knew he had plenty of stamina! "Bet you won't suck him as well as I can", I thought to myself. Not only was I becoming such a whore, but a catty bitch too! I guess I was getting jealous. Seeing Mike getting hard made me get horny too, not for my wife, but for cock. I was pretty disappointed that it looked like I wasn't gonna get Mike's tonight unfortunately. My wife broke me out of my stupor by falling off her chair. The other three of us decided that it was best that we call it a night. We (well, me really) dropped Mike & Cassie off at their room & proceeded to ours. As we turned, I was shocked to see the couple coming from the other direction. I could tell straight away that one of the guys was the guy from the bathroom earlier tonight that (I can only assume) had seen the two of us after I'd given Mike the blowjob but it was who he was walking with that stunned me even more. He was walking hand in hand with a massive black guy! I'm about 6ft or so and reasonably well built and so I guess the guy from the bathroom would've been about 6ft2 or 6ft3 but his boyfriend must've easily been about 6ft8. My mouth dropped open in shock as we passed, the guy from the bathroom smirking again at me. "Fuck people like that sicken me...." my wife said to me but loud enough so it was obvious to them who she was referring to. "FUCKING FAGGOTS!!!" Thanks darling, all charm as always. They watched as I opened the door for her. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU STARING AT?????" I quickly ushered her inside before she said or did anything else. I put her in the shower in the hope to freshen her up, but also thinking that if she was gonna be sick I'd rather it be there than in the bed. As I waited for her to finish I changed into a pair of running shorts & singlet and turned the TV on. It was then I noticed that a note had been slipped under our door. I walked over & opened it and my face went white. "Come to Room 209 at midnight tonight, or we'll tell your wife how SICKENING you can really be. B + T xxoo". It must've been the guys from the hall! I heard the shower turn off and my wife started drying herself off. It was almost midnight already so there wasn't gonna be much time, what was I gonna do? Clare emerged from the bathroom, muttering to herself and looking like a total wreck and then flopped down on the bed. Within seconds she was snoring and completely blacked out as the clock flashed 11:58. I knew from previous experience she would be dead to the world until the next morning so that was one less thing to worry about but what would I do about the guys? I'd never even thought about sex with guys before hooking up with Mike and now I was getting blackmailed into sex with two total strangers?! Although it should've been weighing heavily on my conscience, my cock was having other ideas as it was straining against my shorts. "If I'm gonna keep this all a secret, I guess I'd better go" I rationalised it all to myself. Next thing I knew, I'd quietly closed the room door , walked the short distance down the hall and was knocking on the door of Room 209. END OF CHAPTER 5

Been a while as I don't have great internet access, but tonight another hole charged and filled with my cum. Time for that boi to become as I am.

Moved to our family's new home yesterday. The best thing about the house is the huge pool. Big bro and I decided to have a little house-warming party...I should have known that it would quickly turn into an ass-warming party...

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

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?

Young horny wants to fuck me tonight. Says he needs a willing hole. Finally asks me if it is OK to bareback me. That's the question I wanted to hear!

I was pozzed and introduced to chem sex in a similar way , 6 years ago . Though my owner was a white british guy who gave me .5 slam first time and got me barebacked by a group of guys for free. I was kept on high for 4 days with really strong doses of tina and was used by more than a dozen tops whose faces I didnt get to see as I was blindfolded . Just felt raw cocks sliding in n out of my holes all the time . I was hooked on to meth n cum after 4th day .

James was a good boy. He was the best boy. James was the soccer jock, lgbtq club president, popular, friendly, and at 6'0", 165, blonde hair and blue eyes - gorgeous. He was the boy everyone wanted. James breezed through Stanford and then Princeton Law. His parents gave him a car for high school graduation; a backpacking trip through Europe for college graduation; and a condo for graduating law school. James new condo was in Chicago as was his new job at a top firm. James worked a lot, but he still played sports, ran, went to the gym and managed to fuck as much ass as he could find on Grindr. James a a wet dream - smart, attractive, educated, good job, gorgeous body, and a top. James fucked every gorgeous guy between the ages of 18-25 who hit him up on Grindr. He'd always go to their place. He'd always use a condom. He'd always blow his load on the guy's back or face. Boys fell at his feet and he loved it. He wasn't conceited, but it felt natural that guys hit on him and he accepted it with grace and a hard cock. James was picky though. The guys had to be as hot as him. He didn't want to grab anyone's soft belly or flabby tits as he fucked them. He wanted perfect guys. James also rejected barebackers. He thought they were stupid and risking their lives for momentary pleasure. You see, even though James had been fucking guys since he was 15, he had never once fucked a dude without a condom. James would say, "I'm saving that for the man I love." Enter...............the Tip James was out with his gay friends one night. They'd all been to a fundraiser for a gay rights organization and had a few drinks. They went out directly afterwards. James' friends were much like him, athough mostly bottoms and certainly not only have safe sex. In fact, most of them thought James was kind of pretentious about the safe sex aspect of his life. But, they never mentioned their dissatisfaction to James or each other. James' friend, Mike, introduced him to a friend visiting from Spain. Juan was a bit shorter than James, but he was just as fit. James thought Juan was the hottest man he had ever seen. Juan was very attracted to James. Mike had met Juan in Madrid. In fact, Mike had been fucked and bred by Juan many times, including that very morning. Mike knew not only that James and Juan were both tops, he also knew Juan was an amazing bareback-only top. Mike had also been fucked by James, who he knew to be a safe sex only top, so Mike thought it'd be interesting to see what developed between the two tops. It wasn't long before Juan was touching James all over. James was getting more girly than any of his friends had ever seen him. In fact almost everyone was shocked when James went to get drinks and Juan pressed his cock into James' amazing ass and very slowly ground into James. James was nervous. He was a top and this guy obviously wanted to fuck him. He didn't really know what to do. The guy was so hot that James had to fuck him. To calm himself, James drank more than usual, with the consequence he was rather drunk by the time he and Juan left the bar. James broke his first rule, namely he never brought tricks to his condo, but knowing Juan was staying at Mike's place, and as James wasn't interested in Mike being privy to what transpired that night, it seemed James' condo was the best option. Once in the cab, James finally got a good feel of Juan's amazing nine and a half inch cock. Now, James' cock was a solid eight incher, eight inches that guys loved, but James found Juan's cock was utterly amazing in both length and girth. They kissed in the cab, and Juan, never the shy type, sought-out James' crotch and massaged below James' balls, striving to reach his hole. James didn't really know why he did so, but almost involuntarily he spread his legs to accommodate Juan's focus of interest - his hole, and when Juan's fingers found that hole, James moaned softly. Once upstairs, James made a drink for each, and they enjoyed the amazing view of the Chicago skyline from James' living room. Not to be outdone by the city scape, Juan pulled his shirt off to afford James another amazing sight. James followed suit, and the two men resumed making out, as James melted into Juan's nimble fingers and suggestive tongue. It wasn't long before James and Juan were naked and James hands were braced against the floor to ceiling windows as Juan ate his jock ass. Even in his drunken haze, James thought several times that Juan ate ass better than he had ever eaten another man's ass, particularly as Juan's tongue reached an amazing depth into James' hole. Juan knew James was a top, Mike having told him as much, and, to get into James' ass, Juan knew he would need to weaken all of James' defenses, and opening-up James' hole was the best way to ensure James would be fucked at this very window, so Juan kept eating James' ass for quite some time until he got to his feet and asked "Why not grab some lube?" James returned with both lube and condoms. Juan pressed James against the window again and jammed his tongue up James' ass, causing James to moan like a whore. James was sober enough to realize he was begging like most of the bottoms he'd fucked. James decided right then that he would let Juan fuck him. It would be the first time James had been fucked his senior year of college. Juan recognized the relaxation of ass and back muscles as the other top gave his ass over to him, so he started fingering James. First, one finger, then two, then twisting and corkscrewing the fingers; then more ass-eating. Only to repeat the sequence several times. After almost an hour of prepping James' ass for this fuck Juan stood up and pressed his cock on James' ass crack, as he simultaneously kissed James and ground his cock into James' crack. Juan asked James what he wanted. "Please fuck me," came the reply. Juan made James beg to get fucked, and beg James did, realizing to some degree Juan was turning him into his bitch, but James was too drunk and too turned on to care. James wanted Juan's cock inside him. He needed it tonight. James spread his cheeks for Juan, face pressed against the glass. He shoved his hole back at Juan. Juan dribbled lube on James ass and then spread his hand over James hole to rub and finger it in. Then for the first time since they had been naked, Juan touched James' cock, giving it a thorough lube job. Juan then lubed James' ass and fingered him again, lubed James' cock again, and then lubed his own cock. Juan pressed forward on James open hole. James winced as he felt the cock enter him. Then he relaxed as the spongy head was pushing inside him. James knew it would hurt, but he really needed Juan to fuck him tonight. As Juan was pressing in a bit more, James asked "Are you wearing a condom?" "No," Juan replied. "I never fuck without a condom. Put one on." Juan pressed in a bit more and then pulled back some. Juan was watching and half his head was inside James now. Juan said, "I'm not even inside you yet. Let me just play around with the tip and then I'll put on the condom." James reasoned Juan's suggestion was okay as they would fuck bareback only briefly- only a minute or so. "Okay, but just for a minute. Then use the condoms on the table." Juan agreed. He had this safe sex top exactly where he wanted him. Juan pushed and pulled a little bit farther inside James' hole with each thrust. Once half Juan's cock was inside James, Juan asked James how he liked it. "It feels really good. We should put on a condom though." "Just a bit more. Your ass feels so amazing wrapped on my cock this way." Juan continued to lightly play with James' cock and stroke his lean, hot jock body as the former top was giving up his ass. Juan didn't take long before he was balls-deep in James' hole. James could feel Juan's public hair on his ass. He knew Juan was all the way inside his ass bareback. James mentioned the condom again. Juan flexed his cock inside James and James moaned and squeezed his ass on Juan's cock. 'Fuck it' James thought, adding 'I'll live it up. Just this one time. I'll let Juan fuck me bareback'. Juan knew he had James now. He knew the boy would never mention a condom again tonight. Juan started fucking James hard. James was moaning and grunting. Juan was amazed at how easily this safe sex top had given up his ass bareback. Juan was chuckling inside. He thought to himself, "All bottoms just need to be shown they are bottoms." Juan and James were sweating. James was getting his ass seriously fucked by the hottest guy ever. Juan was fucking a seriously hot guy. James and Juan both knew how amazing this fuck felt. James was grunting and moaning. He started imagining what it would be like bent over like this for Juan more often. James was imaging Juan fucking him everyday. He thought how lucky he was to have this gorgeous man inside him. How privileged he felt to be fucked by this big dick. Wow. Juan was an amazing fuck. Juan was stroking James cock faster and he was fucking with shorter and shorter strokes. James knew Juan was going to cum. Juan said, "I'm going to cum." James reached his hand back, grabbed James ass and pulled him inside him. James felt his first internal cum shot at that moment. He felt so hot. He felt so sexy. He felt so amazing. James came all over the rub and window. Without a thought of condoms, Juan fucked James multiple times a day, every day for the next two weeks before he left to return home. Juan came in James every time. Juan eventually started making James beg for the cum to be shot in his ass. James loved it.

(There are a lot of true bits to this story. I'm not changing names or too many details, because I'm pretty sure they're all gone now) 1987 During Christmas break from college, I decided to buy a cool jean jacket from the mall. I was so uncool in those days that I never got a second glance from guys or girls. Then I got contacts and was determined to spiff up my wardrobe. My lesbian friend Kelly helped me pick out cool clothes-- including a weathered, faded denim jacket that looked pretty much perfect. I felt new. And I was catching looks every time I went out. My self-esteem had always been fairly low, but it was growing a little day by day. The only thing I had to learn was how to return eye contact and make something happen from the connection. I was content just being noticed for now. Honesty: I was a gay virgin who grew up on a farm. I now beat off a lot, but had no idea what actual sex was like. I had a weird schedule my Senior year. I'd get up for my first class at 11 a.m., and stay up late into the night. This was really handy when I had to do wash clothes at the laundromat down the block. It was always empty except for a bum or two who went there to sleep. I was an art major and usually took my camera to get photos of them. One fateful night. the place was completely empty and I just sat down with my sketchbook and waited for the cycles to complete. And then a Hispanic man walked in with a box of donuts. He was my height, dark and smoldering-handsome. He went to the far end and sat at a little table to eat his donuts. I kept sneaking glimpses of him. He seemed happy looking out the dark window and munching as I dried my clothes twice as long as I needed to. I kept looking at him without even realizing he could see me in the reflection of the dark window. Well, this was a bust, so I put all my clean clothes in the basket and took then to the trunk of my car. I sat in the driver's seat and prepared to go home. And then he suddenly appeared at the glass door, looking right at me. I was a bit frozen for a few seconds, but didn't know anything else to do except just start the car and leave. And then. And then he started rubbing the crotch of his sweatpants. It was a signal. A gay signal I guessed. I hopped out of the car and asked him if he needed a ride. "Sure". "Where do you live?" "We're close. What's your name?" "Ross". "I'm Orlando. I guess I should have saved you a donut. Sorry". It was 4 a.m. I pulled up to his house which looked more like a shed. Turns out it was a garage he was slowly turning into a small house. We went in and it was kind of a chaotic mess. He quickly held me close and planted a big kiss on my mouth. My first kiss. Our clothes came off gradually. This was it. He wanted to get me down on the floor with just a comforter on it. I was all set, but demanded a condom. He seemed disappointed, but put one on. His dick was kind of small. It hurt a bit but then felt better as he pumped and eventually came. I was fine, but he was in a little pain because I was so tight that it tortured his prick. I apologized for his discomfort. He pulled me down to the makeshift bed and we slept. Over the next few weeks, we continued this..I had opened up a bit and learned not to tense my ass up so much. It was all fine until he decided that the condoms were killing his hard-on. "How about if I fuck you bare and pull out?" I agreed to that despite a nagging feeling it was not safe. He fucked me like that for over a month. A few times he forgot to pull out. Oh well. I graduated and moved away. Over an hour away. He didn't have a phone in that tiny shack, so i couldn't report the horrible flu I came down with.

The Summer of 1992 was a personal low point for me. I'm not here looking for sympathy here, so I'll just report that I'd lost my job and was about to lose my mom. I was also broke as hell. I had to sell my car just to pay rent and survive. My mom had bone cancer and it was fast overtaking her. She'd chosen to die at home -- which was about four hours from where I lived. My older sister, in a rare moment of compassion, bought me a train ticket to my hometown to say see her one last time. She also sent me a hundred bucks which I immediately spent on booze. I'd developed a fondness for beer and decided that was more vital to my mental stability than a paid phone bill. It was a tragically nice day in July when I headed to the train station. I didn't bring much with me -- just a few changes of clothes, a book I'd been reading, cigarettes, and about ten cans of beer. Also the $80.00 I had left. Maybe train stations were nice places at one point in history, but not anymore. It was like a giant room filled with the same people you'd see waiting at a bus stop...only they were carrying black garbage bags filled with their belongings. I had a fairly nice duffel bag, but was in no place to judge. We were all among the defeated. I was way too early because it was my constant big fear in life that I'd be late for something. So I had almost two hours to kill. I found a mostly empty row of seats and dug out my book. Lots of people departed and the lounge was getting emptier every few minutes. I was deep in the middle of the novel when some guy sat down right next to me. What the fuck? There were plenty of other places to sit. He smelled a little sweaty and a lot like smoke. I concentrated harder on the pages, but this dude decided to strike up a conversation. He asked things like "what's your name?" and "where're you headed?" instead of making comments that I just grunt a reply to. I gave up reading and put the book back in my bag. "Nice bag. Is that a Reebok?" "No. Nike. My name is Arnie and I'm headed to Norton...to the South of here". I suddenly thought of Mom. She always said 'Don't talk to strangers.' It was by-the-book parenting, I suppose. 'Don't ever take rides or candy from strangers.' It was in no way helpful to a non-idiot child, but I still loved the old gal and would miss her very much when she was gone. I finally looked right at the pest. He was a few years older than me, dirty blonde hair, mustache and dull beard. I'd only recently admitted to myself that I liked looking at men more than I liked looking at women. I thought he was pretty handsome. For whatever reason, I thought guys were hotter with beards but I always tried to picture them clean-shaven. Would I still find them attractive? "I'm Mike. I'm going to Revitt City to look for a job. I think Norton is on my stop. Any work there?" "In grain elevators or the railroad maybe". "I can do anything. I can sell Cadillacs even". I looked at him a little more. He was very tall and thin, but with a slight gut. He was wearing a Cubs t-shirt and the most worn out jeans ever. On his over-sized feet, he had on sneakers without socks. I decided Mike was worth getting to know. We had a little over an hour to kill. Book forgotten. We talked for a bit. I told him about the reason for my trip and he told me about fleeing from bill collectors and people 'hassling' him in general. "I owe so much money to the hospital. I hope that Clinton guy gets elected so I can get some free medicine at least". "What kind of medicine?" "Lots. Hey I saw some beers in your bad when you put your book away. Want to split one now?" "Here??" He grabbed a newspaper from a nearby chair and unfolded it fully open, "We can hide it". I pulled out a can and we shared sips of brew under the guise of giving a shit about current events. We shared another and another and pretty soon it was time for our departure. I have to say that the inside of the train was cleaner and nicer than the station. Mike and I plopped down in empty seats right in front of a huge window. The landscape would be boring, but at least we had something to look at. I felt like taking a nap. "Hey, Arnie. Do they got a smoking section on this thing? I'm craving one after those beers of yours". We poked around and found that they had a smoking car. We found it and went inside, feeling the tracks speeding by beneath us. It smelled bad and was too brightly lit. We sat down and smoked greedily. He kept talking and I hunched over and looked straight down at the floor. I kept sneaking peeks at his big feet. Maybe I had more preferences than I wanted to admit. I thought I was being casual, but Mike knew where my eyes were going, He started prying his bare feet out of those old sneakers and resting his soles on top of them. "I'm always barefoot, you know? Most of my shoes are secondhand and never fit very well. You can touch them if you want". "Not here". "Gotcha, Arnie. Lets go back to our seats". We did. We had practically the whole car to ourselves. The seats swiveled and he stretched out his long legs on my lap. I puled off his shoes again and massaged those feet with all kinds of pent-up passion. Next thing I knew he was sporting a little fat boner poking out of his jeans. "Better stop now. Let's save it for our stop...it's not far now." "OUR stop? I thought you were going to Revitt City?" 'Not anymore. Not now. Now close your eyes and get a snooze in". He left those bare feet up against my torso, but I was still able to relax and nod off". I was out. And then there were dings and the lights that went up. We were in Norton. By the time I collected myself, Mike had his shoes back on was holding his grubby little gym bag of stuff. It was almost dark outside and I could smell a storm coming. Thunder. Mike left with me. I had no idea what to do with him now that I was the "host". My mom's house was only five blocks away, and no way could I take him there. I'd have to figure something out soon. We passed the park outside of the city library. It was a regular park with one interesting feature: a really old locomotive engine from, like, the 1800's or something. I tried to tell Mike about why there was a big-ass train in a park, but he suddenly pulled me to the ground. I dropped my bag as he pawed at me like an animal. "I need to fuck you, little Arnie." He was on top of me groaning and humping. I tried to figure out a way out of this. "But I've got bad news and even worse news and then really bad news". He stripped down to nothing His fat little dick was bobbing in front of him. "You can undress yourself or I can do it for you. Decide in three seconds." I stripped down too. I think I wanted this. He covered me with his sweaty heat and started talking right into my right ear. 'The bad news is that I don't have lube with me. The worse news is that I don't have condoms. Worst of all possible news is that I have AIDS". I was stunned, but not enough to freak out. Or was I? Then he pushed that chubby prick into me fast. I tried to yell out but his bearded mouth covered mine. He kept going. And going. I felt a few rain drops on my head and saw flashes of lightning. I dared to reach around and hold his bare ass as it pumped up and down into me at a really fast pace. I was on a fast track to a deadly disease. And then the stormy evening sky really opened up and drenched our naked bodies as he kept fucking me. Through the noisy downpour I heard him shout,"Here it is, kid!" He was finished and was eager to find his clothes and some shelter. "Your ass is bleeding like hell. Stand in the rain a bit". I did for a few seconds but then put on my wet clothes and made a made a quick dash all the rest of the way to Mom's house. The hospice nurse let me in and then went back to sitting with her patient. I showered and went right to bed. I'd go be with my mom for a while in the morning and then try to find Mike. I sat with my mother for a bit, but she slept most of the time. I held her hand and admitted so much to her. I kissed her forehead and left. Mike wasn't in the park anywhere -- nor was he in the library. That was it. Mom died 32 hours later and I had a disease. Like I said, it was a low point for me.

Nothing makes a kid look cuter than a fat cock stretching his boymouth...

In a world of broken homes and dysfunctional childhoods, there can be no more heartening sight than a boy trying to please his dad...

Shut the fuck up, bitch! Hasn't your momma taught you not to speak with your mouth full?!?

Hey buddy, did you mean fist or first time at IML? I M not into fist but I sure would like to help you unload your spunk a few times.

See, another good one. And this one could have more chapters to it.

Hot, work up to ever larger ones

Met a guy in Chicago who wanted to fuck me, but was honest enough to tell me he had a problem sticking with his regimen and had been on various meds already, gaining resistance. His newest meds seemed to be working, but after being on them for a while, he was not at the undetectable stage yet. I was just grateful for his honesty, but I wish we could have fucked. Still, I'm good with my health and don't need to complicate it at this point.

Aching to get poppered up and then have an anonymous load plugged up my hole. London EC1 here. Who's looking for a cumdump?

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.

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...

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

A guy I fucked 3 weeks ago has been very sick this week. I think I might be a new daddy!

Was heading back to Cincinnati from the hinterlands of west virginia. Was hard all the way because I knew I was stopping at ne of my favorite bookstores, Route 35 Adult Books. FUCKING SLEAZY place. Pull into the lot and smoke a bowl before I go in. Weed always makes me super horny and piggy. I go in and pay for my tokens. See average guy in the arcade. Went to a booth that had a huge gloryhole. He walks in and shoves a greeat big thick beautiful cock through the hole. I start sucking. FOr about 5 minutes I went at it then gave up. Watched a bit of the movie then let him go. Walked around another 20 minutes thinking of that cock. I make a lap and find him cock out sitting in a chair in the open courtyard kind of area the booths made. Seeing him bate got me so horney i lowered my pants and winked my hole at him. He slid up behind ad shoved his raw unsheathed dick balls deep in my hole. he pumped for about 5 and then said he could not cum. I bolted to the other side that like one big open room with everyone fucking. Standing by the gay couch is this hot 35 yo ish muscle stud, I sit down and within 5 seconds his cock is out so I know hes ready to play. I strip and sit right down on his raw cock. I must have ridden his cock for about 10 minutes when he erupts just as i an bottoming out on his cock. I sat there impaled for another 10 before he went soft. His load tated delicious as I cleaned him with my mouth

Since the weather has been nice the last few days, I decided to scope out some places to swim and possibly camp. Found a good place about 45 minutes from me. It was secluded, and a good path that had to be hiked due to put holes that a vehicle can't get through. When it opened up to the lake I found two guys had already set-up a camp. As I approached them to introduce myself, I saw the two guys were in their late 20s, and both were naked as they were apparently swimming in the lake. Both walked up to me and shook my hand and acted like everything was cool, as if it was not unusual for guys to go skinny dipping. As we made our introductions, they both suggested I take a dip in the lake, adding there was no one else around, so it was fine if I skinny dipped. At this point I began to wonder if I had interrupted them, as both guys' cock was somewhat plumped up, and each was at least seven inches in length, and quite thick. I noticed they were both very 'touchy' with me - for certain, if either could find some excuse he did so, so I went with it. Before long, I was naked and sucking off both guys. After a few minutes of sucking, the more dominate guy asked "Hey, guy, do you have any condoms?" Of course I didn't, so I paused in sucking his buddy and answered "Just go ahead," as I went back to sucking his buddy, and as I presented my ass to the other guy. The more dominant guy went balls deep on the first thrust. My cock immediately began to leak precum, and didn't cease for the next hour as they alternately fucked my hole. Finally one shot up into my hole and the other instantly spun me around and pushed his dick inside and shot his load. With two loads in my hole, I collapsed onto my back. The more submissive guy immediately rolled over and sucked me off. Before, however, he had a chance to swallow my load, I kissed him and we snowballed the load between ourselves. I think I'll be camping at the lake quite a bit this summer.

back from lunch. hooked up with a top who's been chasing my hole for a while (timing has always been bad). He hit me up this morning and though I was working, we arranged to meet for lunch. He sent his address and a time. I showed up and he answered the door naked and hard swinging a bigger than average thick cock. I dropped to my knees in the doorway and swallowed him to his balls. He let out a moan and pulled me inside. I quickly stripped and resumed sucking on his meat as he plopped down on the couch. I took my time working his knob and shaft and sucking on his balls. He was loving it all based on his moans and breathing. He pulled me up and started fingering my hole. I opened up for him and he gave me an appreciative "fuck yeah!". He shoved me down onto the counch so my ass was upin the air and he started eating my ass like it was his last meal. I LOVE this! He sucked and tongue-fucked my hole getting me wet. I begged him to fuck me and he DID. He pounded my ass HARD - deep strokes all the way to the balls and then all the way out so my ass popped as his big dick pulled out. I could feel my asslips being pulled out each time. I was in heaven! He fucked hard and rough and then eased off and teased my hole. As he got close, he sped up and really pummeled me, talking dirty and telling me I was his cumdump and to milk his load out of him. I immediatley complied. He thanked me by loading my ass with a HUGE load. It was running out my gaping ass after he pulled out and fed me his still dribbling meat. I swallowed every drop and licked his cock clean as he played with his cum running out my ass. After I get redressed he confessed that he gave me his best fuck because he wanted me to be a regular. I told him to fuck me like that and I'll be available ANY TIME! Love finding a new regular. Smiling as i sit typing this and my hole is tender and still leaking.....

A few years ago my Lover and I were stricken with night fever, our code word for anonymous raw sex in back rooms, the baths, and movie houses. We both needed it bad, so we headed to the gay movie house. Since it was barely around the corner, we got there in minutes. As usual, we wished each other good luck and parted. The place reeked of Mancunt and Poppers. I took a seat to watch the flic. The two dudes on the screen were stripping, flesh-on-flesh, 69ing, fucking, shooting their Manjuice in each other’s mouths and guts. It was time to patrol the back room. I prowled the darkened corridors with years of blatant familiarity. I sat on a bench and unzipped my fly, unfettering my rock-hard Rod. A hand grabbed it. "OH, fuck me! Fuck me!" a voice moaned. Before I could answer, a Bubble Butt sat right down on my Cock. I hadn’t planned on fucking, hoping to get sucked; but by then I didn't care. Waves of pleasure careened down my Shaft. My Balls were just about to release their prize. Suddenly, Bubble Butt was gone. "Shit!" I cursed the darkness, tucking my aching Dick back in, and walked away, hoping maybe Tight Ass wanted me to follow. But he was nowhere to be seen. I sat back down and felt on either side of me. No one. A match flared. For a few seconds I glimpsed a few men across the aisle. A Black Guy caught my fancy and for an instant we made eye-contact. His match went out. I reached in my pocket and flicked my Bic. Someone sat down beside me. We both lit up. It was the Black Dude. "Follow me," he demanded. I pursued him into the john—a small Hell Hole where piss hadn’t properly flushed in years. We went into a small stall. I dropped my jeans, unburdening my throbbing Shaft. He dropped his pants and turned to face me. "OH MY GOD!" I cried out, staring at a rare 12-incher. It was the real McCoy. I dropped to my knees and sucked that swollen Dick. I ran my hungry tongue down his massive Undershaft to his mammoth Balls. I had to do each one independently. Both just wouldn't fit. I sucked that colossal Black Rod with well practiced precision. I wanted to enjoy that stupendous Manshaft every which way I could. I’d encountered only 4 or 5 that size in my lifetime. So I kept changing how and what I did, plying him with every trick in the book, anxious to drain that epic Ball Sac. I got him moaning, licked his Asshole, then went back to that gigantic Cock, gently nibbling the humungous Shaft as I went. As he slowly pumped the Monster Head in and out of my mouth, my right hand rubbed, squeezed and cupped his massive Nuts. My left hand pumped my own Meat. I didn't want either of us to come soon, but I couldn’t afford to let that one get away. Finally hot Jizm filled my mouth. Ropes and ropes of it. My left hand grew sticky with my own Cum. After his last squirt, he pulled out, disappointment all over his face. "You wanted to get fucked?" His Seed dripped down my hand. His face hung almost as low as his member. "Yeah, I’d hoped to." "I just couldn't help it." "Yeah, I know." His words spoke volumes. “Every time a guy gets a glimpse of my size, they never get around to fucking. “ “Just as well. I’m POZ.” "I’m a Bugchaser, man!” He zipped up his jeans and unlatched the door. “Wait!” I exclaimed, my mind whirling. I couldn’t let this rare bird get away. My BF would never forgive me. “My Lover’s here. He’s POZ and a Top. And he isn’t on Meds.” I took his hand and drew Daniel into the Lion’s Den.

I’m one of those bisexuals who has a lust for cock, but a strong dislike for (gay) affection. A man can shove his cock up my ass, but a kiss or cuddle is too intimate. Kissing is only for girls. I try to avoid the romance by going to cruising areas like parks, adult bookstores or a bathhouse, but even there some men really want to kiss. But I don’t go to those places for romance, I just want sex. I want to wrap my lips around a dick not around a tongue, and I have no problem if a guy wants to stick his tongue in my butthole, but not in my mouth. Still, I’m pretty shy and have some trouble saying no. Sometimes I just don’t get rid of people. In the bathhouse there was this guy who really fancied me. I don’t know his name, but I always saw him as a Mike. He wasn’t my type, I’m a daddy’s boy but he was a fit 40-something. Bald head, really long nipples, a very big cock with a metal cockring. I thought of him as the typical gay guy who loved leather and jockstraps, but for what ever reason, not the kind who interests me. Even if I wasn't particularly interested, once Mike caught me in the steam room he gave me a great blowjob and when he started touching my ass I really liked it. And his cock was pretty, albeit a bit too big for me, especially since I’m a small guy and I had trouble sucking on it. Yeah, I sucked his cock even if he wasn't my type. Sometimes a good cock will get you far too, hehe. Anyhow, after a half hour of sucking, he asked me if I wanted to go upstairs to a private cabin. When men ask this I usually say no. I love gaysex when I’m horny, but after I cum I lose my lust and want to leave the gayscene as quick as possible. Getting in a room results usually in an orgasm and I wanted to delay this. I want to cum 15 minutes before I want to leave and I wasn’t ready to leave yet. I tried to evade Mike by leaving the steam room and hopping in the shower, but that didn’t work as he followed me into the shower, taking the showerhead next to mine. Then, when I found myself turned towards the wall to rinse off the soap, I found Mike playing with my ass, including prodding my buttocks with his thick cock. I’m a safesex guy, so entry without a rubber is a 'no go', but the sensation of his bare cock between my ass felt great, and seemingly involuntarily I pushed my ass a bit back, accommodating his tool. He wanted to fuck me right there and then. However he kept missing my hole when he started poking. Ever had someone like that? It hurts when the guy stabs you the wrong way, so I took a hold of his cock and placed it before my asshole. What was I thinking? I practically gave him permission to bareback me. His fat cockhead finally slipped past my rectum. He tried to push some more of his fuckmeat in my bowels but it hurt too much. That and I was well aware of the unsafe practice I was doing. I whined that it hurt and I stood up straight and his cock slid out my ass. I apologized and quickly walked away, but my cock was raging hard. Not only did his raw cock feel great, somehow I found myself thinking barebacking, which I had deliberately avoided was hot and nasty. And it was dangerous so I would never do that again. Mike thought otherwise. He knew he had me. I think gay men know everybody likes raw cock. Especially those who say they don’t yet allow a few pumps. I tried to avoid Mike the best I could, however the bathhouse was really small. There are only two floors, the first floor has the steamroom and a dry sauna, the second floor was half a videoroom and half a darkroom with private cabins. Since I was still cruising Mike found me again when I was watching a couple on the public mattress in the darkroom. He wanted me to lay down there too, but I didn’t want too. Again he suggested we move to a private cabin, and this time I caved, justifying myself by thinking if I didn't play with him, he he would stalk me for the rest of the evening. In the room I lay down and he started sucking my cock and rimming my ass. His stubble felt great between my cheeks. He pushed my knees towards my chest so he had a great view of my puckered hole. “What about condoms?” I asked naïvely. "We don't need 'em," he commented, adding "besides, I'm not really gonna fuck you." I felt his cockhead rubbing against my ass, my own cock was rock hard so I believed him, or in any event decided I would allow him to slip into my ass a little bit and for just a few pumps. No cum for my hole. My saliva coated bumhole opened greedily for his prick. The first few inches of his massive fucker penetrated me with some ease, but the rest still hurt like hell. Pain and fear wanted to stop the fuck but Mike wasn’t ready to give up his fuckhole. I started wiggling my ass, but Mike had none of that. He pushed my legs even further towards my chest. I was leaning on my shoulders with my ass up the air so I had no control whatsoever. I was in the hands of Mike who wanted to breed me. My asshole felt sore but Mike relentlessly tried to push his whole cock up my ass. I tried to plead with him that we should use condoms but he responded "Just a little more.” I don’t know how many inches felt the warmth of my bowels, but I do know it wasn’t his whole dick. He finally pulled his cock out and my asshole felt relieved of the fat invader. Mike spat on my red hole and shoved his fucker right back in. It was like he was purposely trying to rupture the tender tissue. Suddenly he let go of my left leg. Since my awkward position I couldn’t see what he was doing. He was doing something to my ass or something with his cock. After that he pulled his cock out of my ass again and let my other leg go too. I immediately felt my sore ass. It was slippery and I checked if I wasn’t bleeding. There was no blood so I thought it was saliva. It puzzled me Mike just stopped trying to fuck me, like he was finished. Did he cum in my ass anyway? According to all the sexstories on the internet you should feel someone cumming inside your ass. It’s always described as jets of warm sperm that the bottoms feels being blasted inside him. I didn’t feel anything. However when I stood up there was a mysterious droplet trailing from my butt down my leg. Six months later I was again in the bathhouse, getting fucked by some guy in the darkroom and after he was done was replaced by some guy. Another man came and stood next to me in the darkness, and no sooner had the top blown and withdrawn than the second guy slid his middle finger up my hole, playing with the several cumloads which were marinating in my bowels. “You have a different attitude since we last met” he said. Only then I realized it was Mike. “I presume you got my gift." I looked at him. Yeah, I had indeed gotten his gift. He understood my silence, and asked “So, you like it?" I didn’t say anything back, instead kissed him passionately, enveloping his tongue with mine.

According to the law, I guess it would be considered molestation. But, for the most part, I was a willing participant. A neighbor, (my best friends alcoholic fireman father) started having me suck his cock when I was 8 year old. I did it until I was 12 years old. I started off sucking him off out of fear. He caught me playing with my cock, looking at a Playboy magazine, in the bushes of his yard (in what we had kind of carved out an area to be our "fort or hut"). He was the only one home at the moment. His wife and son were out shopping or something. He dragged me down his basement and threatened to tell my Mormon parents what I was doing, unless I put my mouth on his cock. I had never seen an adult's cock before. And I had never seen a cock hard before. I was completely fascinated by it. I remembered it was very long, very thick and cut. He was a dark complexioned Italian guy. And was a very hairy man. He was an alcoholic and could get quite violent when he was drunk. We were all frightened of his temper. I could tell he had been drinking. And I didn't want to get him mad. And I didn't want him to tell my conservative parents. Even at the age of 8, I kind of had some idea that I liked boys instead of girls. Even though I was afraid of my friend's Dad, I also found him to be really sexy. He was a fireman. He was tall, muscular, a big athletic, muscular guy. Very handsome, with dark curly hair. And his muscular chest was covered with a thick carpet of hair. This first time, he just opened his pants and had me try to suck and lick his cock. He ended up jacking off into my mouth. But as I got better at sucking him, he would cum directly into my mouth. He tried to fuck me a few times. But, I could never take his cock up into me. He didn't force me to take his dick in my ass, because he was afraid I'd make too much noise because it hurt too much. So, for the most part, I just sucked him off. He eventually would get naked. I would worship his sexy chest. Suck and lick his cock and balls. And he taught me to eat his ass. At age 12, his wife found out he was molesting not only me, but some other kids in the neighborhood. Both boys and girls. She put a stop to it. But, she never told anyone else about it. So, the sex stopped with him.

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"I'm sorry to have to tell you this..." Of course, the cute Counselor didn't have to tell me anything. A few weeks earlier at a Circuit Party I felt the heat of that LOAD. It was special. I wasn't so much a "Bug Chaser" as a "Bug Enabler." I love getting fucked by folks—black or white, young or old, gay or straight—WHOMEVER! And the big-dicked Puerto Rican who ravaged me with his Prince Albert was definitely worth enabling! He looked into my eyes, and I knew he was giving me a Fuck to Die For. Back to the cute Counselor—he was 30ish, blonde, blue-eyed, very studious, with his glasses, suit and tie, about 5'6". He also had a Bubble Butt to die for. "I hate to tell you this, but something terrible has happened." I nodded. Not a big surprise. "If you need counseling..." I licked my lips and stared at his swollen pecs. Thank God he hadn't worn a Tee. His meaty titties clung to his cotton shirt. "Don't worry, all my friends are POZ. Isn't that the in-thing now?" "Mr. Johnson...this is serious...." "I know it is.” Contemptuously: “I don't have to worry about safe sex now. I think I'll head home and toss out all my Condoms." He shook his head in disbelief, appearing at a loss for words. My friends reacted diversely—some pleased, some melancholy. Pleased—because now they got to tag me raw. Melancholy—because they'd seduced me into barebacking, and now I had to pay the Piper. So Friday night I invited them over for a "Conversion Celebration." It started at my place and ended at the Baths, where, to my delight, I found the guy who'd POZZED me—cruising. Initially I didn't tell Armando he was the one; I thought I'd save that for another night when we could be more intimate. And never one to hold a grudge (on the contrary I was in awe of his virility) I asked him to join our merry pack. Armando turned out to be a trip. I watched as he seduced a college jock. He stroked the athlete's abs, licked his tits, and whispered sweet Puerto Rican nothings in his ear. Since all of us were sex-obsessed, the Fuck quickly turned into a Gangbang. The Bottom hadn't yet cum my way, when I spied a hunk I absolutely had to have. That flawless Ass! The Short Blonde Sweetness dropped his towel and minced into the Steam Room. I knew in my heart the Dude was mine to POZ. I used to be a Bottom Boy, but all that changed with HIV. I sat down beside him, his delicate features obscured by billowy clouds of steam. We were alone, concealed behind a thick glass door and foggy atmosphere. I teased his Cock then flipped him over on his belly and slid my oozing Member up his Crack. "I have a Condom," the nervous Sweetness chirped, the tremor in his voice betraying his anxiety. I snickered and shoved it in—no Lube but for the heavy moisture-laden air. I wanted Blondie cognizant of my Sick Seed assailing his Ass Walls. I wanted him to weep the tears that dance so seductively upon the cheeks of those just bred. He hollered at me to get off; but we were alone, ringing wet, in the super-heated atmosphere, which muffled his tirade. He made like he was gonna fight me off, while I licked his ears and bit his neck. His soft four inches mushroomed to a turgid Seven, despite his hollow protestations. He pushed back on my Viral Stick, moaning, whimpering, ashamed of his hypocrisy—of so blatantly violating the principles by which he earned his livelihood. He had it cuming. He needed guys like me to stay in business. I plowed his Ass as roughly as I could, in hope of bettering the odds; and when I shot, it was the most fulfilling sensation I'd ever known—to foredoom this truly deserving Fag to an eternity of doctors, tests, and pills. The heavy glass door scraped and groaned as Armando magically appeared. We mouthed a long, deep lingering kiss and I spread my demoralized Victim 's lily-white Ass Cheeks in gratitude. Sweetness just shivered, squirmed and purred as Armando’s Prince Albert abraded his Mancunt. The Puerto Rican pulled out long enough for me to flip him over. Our eyes locked, and the Bottom winced as if confronting his worst enemy. "Mr. Counselor! " I admonished the social worker, as Armando redoubled his detrition. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but all my friends are POZ."

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I've been poz for about 10 years now. I probably got it around 2004. I didn't know I had it, & I didn't have any symptoms until about 3 years later when I sero-converted, which was not fun at all. I was diagnosed in 2009. My very first labs, my cd4 was 294, and my viral load was around 40,000. It had probably been higher than that earlier on, before I started taking better care of myself. But thankfully I caught it in time. I started treatment a few months after diagnosis, was put on Atripla. It worked really well and very fast. Within about 3 months, I was undetectable & started putting on weight for the first time in years. I got healthy again. I stayed on Atripla until a few weeks ago, when I had to drop it because it had been causing some sleep problems & anxiety issues. I am now on Stribild, which is working really well so far. Some of these meds can cause cholesterol problems and last labs mine was a little high and I'm not remotely overweight it's something to do with metabolism and the meds, but not a big deal. I credit the meds for keeping me undetectable and healthy. I never get sick not even common colds! And before I started meds I was sick all the time every little thing got me. I have been undetectable since 2010. So yea I'm happy with things as they are.

It takes more than a few days for the VL to increase to a "infective" level. So theoretically, missing lets say 3 days of meds & then restarting, would not have enough of an effect to make that person INFECTIVE. But, missing doeses, repeatedly, could result in a resistance problem, which in turn would have more of an effect on VL... My "advice", don't do either.

Tested positive in Oct 2008, started on Atripla in Sept 2009 and was undetectable at my Dec 2009 check up. Stayed on Atripla until early this year and switched to Triumeq and have maintained undetectable status since. I do find these stats puzzling as most of the guys I speak with that are on meds are undetectable.

2. The next day I called into work and slept late, exhausted from the punishing fuck I had received the day before. When I got up around noon there I had several texts waiting for me. All were from Mark. The first one told me to remember not to take the plug out of my hole, the second instructed me not to shower today, and the third said not to cum until while I was waiting for him. The last proved to be the most difficult, the constant feeling fullness made my cock hard and precum dripped continuously from my cock. I longed for release, but, and I was a little surprised by this myself, I longed for Mark’s cock more. At quarter till four I pulled on some clothes, again opting to go without underpants, and walked over to Mark’s. The door was not propped open this time so I rang the buzzer for three, there was only one apartment per floor in this building, and waited. After a moment the buzzer sounded and I hurried through the door and up the stairs. When I got to the third floor I was greeted not by Mark but by the boy from yesterday still dressed only in his slightly yellowed dirty jockstrap. He smiled at me and introduced himself as Tony. He led me into the apartment and as he walked away from me I noticed that he has a large butt plug in his hole too although not as large as mine. Tony explained that Mark sometimes like to plug his boys for fun to get them extra horny but normally after he had broken in your hole the plugs were a bit smaller, though not by much he added with a grin. “So where’s Mark?” I asked as Tony lead me into the living room. “He’s still at work, won’t be home for another hour,” he said matter of factly, “but you’re here early to get ready. I’ll show you around, get you a jock, we’ll talk about the rules and then I’m to dump a load in your cunt to get you ready for Mark to breed you again.” “You’re gonna fuck me?” I said, sounding a little more surprised then I probably should have. “Yeah, I was a top before I became Mark’s boy, plus it’s part of the training, being able to take any cock Mark wants you to any time. Don’t worry I’m no where near as big as him.” I took another look at Tony sizing him up a little differently now. I took in his youthful but handsome face, the long lean body, the dark spattering of hair that cropped up on his well defined pecs and swirled down into the bulging jock. He probably wasn’t that much smaller the Mark I guessed by the size of his bulge. My hole twitched around the thick base of the plug still lodged in my hole thinking about getting fucked by Tony. “Ok,” Tony said, bringing my mind back to the conversation at hand, “first the tour.” He showed me the kitchen, the bathroom, the little balcony, the guest bedroom/office, and then lastly the master bedroom. Here he had me strip out of my clothes and pulled out of a drawer a new bike jock and handed it to me. “You’re gonna wear that all the time till Mark tells you not to, and don’t wash it.” “Alright,” I replied, my heart was pounding in my chest. I looked again at the yellow colour of Tony’s jock and wondered how long it work take mine to look like his. I wanted to be Mark’s boy as long as Tony had been. “I’ve been with Mark for three years,” Tony said, answering my unspoken question, “and there are two others who don’t live here that he’s had for a year and a year and a half. He was very impressed with you by the way, most boys cry when he tells them he’s just POZed them, the last boy he took spent a full minute crying before he looked in the camera and admitted what he really wanted. You spent less then ten seconds.” “Thanks, I think,” I said as I pull the jock on. “Damn you look good in that,” Tony said his eyes glinting. “What time is it?” “4:30,” I replied looking at the clock next to the bed. “Perfect, right on time, you ready to get fucked again?” He grabbed the growing pouch of his jock. “Fuck yes.” “Good, back to the living room, you’re not ready to get fucked in here yet.” Tony led me back to the living room where he quickly grabbed me and kissed me, before shoving me to my knees just as Mark had done the day before. He fished out his cock from the jock, pushing the musky pouch aside and allowing his seven inch long wonderfully thick cock to spring free. I didn’t have to be told what to do I opened my mouth and swallowed his cock tasting stale sweat on his skin. Tony groaned and grabbing onto my head began to face fuck me. I choked and gagged as his cock pushed into my throat repeatedly, long ropes of throat juice began to form between my mouth and his cock and my eyes watered. After almost five full minutes Tony pulled out of my mouth and pushed me away knocking me to the ground. “Jesus, you really are a born bottom. Most guy take training before they can handle getting face fucked like that. Mark is right about you.” He smiled and got down on the floor to kiss me. “Lets get that plug out of your cunt and my cock inside you, what do you say?” “Yes please fuck me,” was all I could reply. Tony flipped me over so I was on all fours my ass facing towards him, my head pointed towards the hallway that led to the front door, I suspected this positioning was probably deliberate. I felt a tugging at the plug in m hole and braced myself a little knowing that when the flared base popped out of my hole it would probably hurt after having the plug in for so long. “Fuck your ass lips look amazing stretching around that plug,” Tony said appreciatively, “Your cunt is gonna feel so good wrapped around my cock.” And I knew that his cock would feel amazing fucking my hole, far better then this hunk of plastic. Knowing that the only way to get his cock in me faster was to get the plug out I started to push back on it trying to expel it from my hole. “You want to get fucked don’t you?” “Yes, take it out and breed me please.” “Natural born bottom,” Tony said as he took hold of the plug and while I pushed out he pulled and after a long tense moment my ass gave way and the plug came flying out of my hole. I felt my hole gape open, suddenly empty and unable to close. I felt cold air inside my guts and without being told knew that my hole was a big wet sloppy mess. “I can see some of Mark’s cum still in there, God that’s fucking hot,” Tony said setting the plug aside. “You ready boy?” “Always.” Tony laughed and without preamble pushed his cock inside of my ruined hole. My hole was so loose from being plugged for so long that Tony didn’t have to wait for me to get used to his fat cock he just went right to pounding my hole. In fact it wasn’t until about ten minutes in that my hole closed enough around his cock for me to start really feeling how hard he was fucking me. I groaned and whimpered as he used my wrecked hole mercilessly. Part of my thought I should be bothered or ashamed of having him used my hole as it was but the rest of me found it so arousing that I didn’t care. I ground my hole back on his cock as if begging for him to put more inside of me. After ten minutes or so of relentless pounding Tony pulled out and smacking one of my ass cheeks said, “roll over I want to look you in the eye when I breed your ruined cunt.” Dutifully I flipped over onto my back and grabbed my knees hugging them to my chest. Tony sank his cock back into my hole in one long slow motion, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he did. Then he bent low over me and began to hammer away at my hole. Wet slopping sound reverberated through out the room and he fucked me. It was another ten minutes though before he started to buck wildly and growled in a deep voice, “Take my fucking load bitch.” Just as with Mark I could feel every spurt of Tony’s cock inside of me and I relished the feeling. This was my new release, while my cock remained hard I was less interested in getting off myself then feeling another load get shot in my hole. Tony shook with the force of his orgasm, waves crashing over his body as his cock twitched inside of my hole. Slowly his breathing returned to normal and he opened his eyes again, his face glistening with sweat. He looked up, past where I could see and said, “his cunt is loose and freshly loaded Sir, just how you wanted it.” “Good job boy,” came Mark’s voice from out of my field of vision, “Now pull out of his cunt and let me get to work.”

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There used to be a theater like that in San Mateo called the Palm. A filthy theater showing old porn full of horny men looking to get off. I spent several years of my lunch hours, pants around my ankles, leaning against the wall in the back taking anon cock n loads in my cunt. Some weeks I got 10+ loads. The Palm is gone now replaced by condos - it was a great place while it lasted...

many, if not most, gay men will have sex on the first date. i will have sex as the first date. while there is a certain efficient logic to 'fuck first and see if dinner would be a waste of time,' you lose the part where you get to know the other person as a person, not just a meatpuppet filling a vacancy in your bed. dating can be scary. also expensive. and first dates can be sheer hell. i for one hate having to iron a shirt and be the most charming, non-intimidating version of myself. that being said, there's nothing like finally finding a kindred spirit, someone you want to spendtime with when you're both clothed and vertical. sex is about self-discovery, and journeys are better shared.

"I honestly don't know what I'm going to do" . . . yeah you do, buddy. ;3 And you'll find plenty of guys here who know the feeling. I understand the fear of it because I'm a lifestyle dominant, and my boys have similar hesitations sometimes when they realize how much they crave being in pain (only the right kinds, of course...) and helpless and vulnerable. And certainly, it's dangerous--my boys could end up submitting to some guy who drugs them up and does things that can't be undone, and taking raw dick all the time has its consequences too. My advice is just not to let go of your fear. People will tell you to try to extinguish it, and to overcome it, but I'll tell you this instead: Be brave. And to pull a quote from Game of Thrones, one might ask, "Can a man really be brave if he's afraid?" and the reply is, "That's the ONLY time he can be." Be brave. Dicks are great, but no dick can ever really give you the pleasure that comes from fear and lust fighting over control of you so hard you think they'll rip you to pieces . . .

I'd of stuck around to see if I could of either used the bottom's ass or get my own hole fucked. Still a hot story though.