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I agree with you 100% on that. There is something very basic and primal about sex for the sake of sex. Everyone is there to get off. Leave your feelings at the door and your loads in the hole.

Like many on here I have thought about becoming poz in the past. When i dated a poz guy I was almost sure it would happen given the amount of poz loads he plowed into me over the years we were together plus all the other guys/couples/groups we did I was sure I would turn up poz but never did. Right now I can say I enjoy the rush that poz loads bring and if it happens it happens. I am not actively seeking it out but I would never turn someone down for being poz either. In the end you have to feel comfortable with who you are now so you can be OK with whatever happens in the future.

Why stay with one flavor of ice cream when you have all the flavors available to you? There is something about seeing dark and light skin come together. I have fucked around with guys of all races and darker skinned guys seem to put their whole body into fucking. They have a mastery of this hip motion that puts that dick deep deep inside you. The dick may or may not always be the biggest or the thickest but they seem to get that sex is not love and that it is meant to be just a bit rough. They can fuck the hell out of you and then see you around later and give you that up-nod and you know they are ready when you are to go again.

Part 7 The twins have been with us for almost a year now and have become very popular stars for the company. They made a decision to concentrate on pozzing unsuspecting twinks and we not only supported their decision, we encouraged them to pursue and secretly record these sessions. One of these sessions was unreal. The twins had been chatting with this high school senior for a while. His name was Grayson, he was soon to be 18 and was fit, toned, slim twink, barely 6 foot and weighed in at 160 pounds (soaking wet) with a nice 6 and a half inch cut cock, brown hair and brown eyes, the kind of innocent twink the twins loved to infect. Grayson couldn't wait to get laid. He had only had a few experiences with classmates limited to only minor sucking. He wanted more, and the twins were determined to give him all he wanted (and more). They had made plans to meet up the weekend right after his 18th birthday. The plan was to get a hotel room to celebrate his birthday with a weekend of alcohol (drugs) and (bareback) sex. The location was to be somewhere he would feel comfortable and safe to explore all that he wanted. The twins agreed to pay for the room at the hotel of his choice. Since we knew most of the hotels in the area and had someone on the 'inside' of each establishment, which ever location he chose we'd be able to have wired for video and sound within minutes. We were happy when he chose a hotel not that far from our location. This was going to make the transmission of the feed back to the company easy for distribution. We had a crew ready to go and within 30 minutes the room was set up, cameras in all the right places and the heat turned up just right to get the boy ready to lose some clothes. The twins met Grayson in front of the hotel and the three of them walked in to register for their room. This was all prearranged with the clerk first giving them a room on the first floor close to the lobby and as we guessed Grayson then asked if they could have a room that was 'out of the way, on the second floor' which was all set up for their use. Once inside the room the boys started by drinking a couple beers and chatting. They easily hooked a laptop up to the TV and had a good supply of bareback porn playing as they talked and began to discuss some of the same topics they had chatted about on line. He asked again how long the twins had been fucking each other and how often they hooked up. As the alcohol began to seep into Grayson's brain the twins told him that they have been fucking each other for several years and that they had never hooked up with anyone else since they preferred to fuck raw and knew that they were both clean (they were clean, they showered before meeting up with the newbie). Grayson did have some apprehension about fucking bare. The twins placed ideas in the 18 year old’s head by telling him they had tried to be good little boys and used condoms a couple times only to end up pulling them off. They admitted that fucking raw was so much better and the way they preferred to fuck. They could see the talk was turning Grayson on since he was getting a noticeable bulge in his jeans. With the temperature of the room it wasn't difficult to lose pieces of clothing. Before the unsuspecting Grayson knew what was happening they were all down to their underwear (Andrew Christian boxer briefs for the twins and regular boxers for Grayson). The boxers looked like they were too big for Grayson's slim frame. It didn't take much to get Grayson to shed what little clothing allowing Grayson to feel the hot, warm mouth of one of the twins engulf his hard cock. While one twin had the newbie preoccupied the other twin was busy retrieving the 'goodies' that were stashed in the room. There was vague discussion about drugs when they chatted and they knew Grayson had on rare occasions smoked pot with friends. This was going to help in an easy transition to Tina. They had a pre-packed bong with them (pre-packed with the best pot I had along with a generous amount of meth mixed in) so when the free twin lit the bong and took a nice hit it was not really a surprise to Grayson. The twins traded off the cock for the bong and the other twin now took a nice hit before offering it to the newbie. Grayson was lost in the feeling of the alcohol (they had already consumed) along with the expert blow job he was receiving so when the bong was offered to him he didn't hesitate as it was lit for him. The twin with the bong in hand quickly pushed in a shard of a Tina just before the bong was offered to Grayson. The newbie had no clue as he began to take a massive hit while being encouraged by the twins. That one hit developed into 5 massive hits as the contents were quickly smoked up by the unsuspecting 18 year old. While the pot and meth were quickly invading the newbie's body and brain the bong was changed from one to smoke pot to one for strictly Tina. This was accomplished by inconspicuously changing the glass stem that was made for pot to a more bulbous one that was intended to hold an ample amount of Tina. Without missing a beat or suspecting anything Grayson kept hitting the bong now only containing Tina as the twins slowly took him to the point of no return. Grayson no longer needed direction to hit the pipe as he freely smoked away and the twins took turns sucking his semi hard cock and munching on his virgin hole. There was no warning when one of the twins lubed up a finger and slowly slid it inside the hairless, warm and tight hole while pushing a nice size shard of Tina while the newbies hole was teased and prepared for gifting. When the Tina began to melt along with the burn and new sensation on Grayson's prostate sent the 18 year old over the edge as he began to fill one of the twin's mouth. The twin made a mental note at how nice Grayson's sperm tasted as a thought quickly popped into his head. He decided not to swallow the large load of but shared a small portion with his brother before giving the rest to Grayson, giving the newbie his first taste of cum. Grayson swallowed the jizz without any instruction as more fingers and Tina were being pushed into his hole. As the drugs worked on transforming the semi cautions newbie into a (soon to be) cum hungry bottom the final step of their plan was close to being implemented. They maneuvered Grayson onto his back as the twin at his hole switched from fingers to his tongue. They knew the sensation of his first rim job would distract him as more Tina was worked into his hole as he smoked more Tina from the pipe. As the one twin at between Grayson’s legs began to really work his tongue in and around that hairless, virgin hole the newbie couldn’t help but begin to moan as the other twin decided it was time to feed the 18 year old his cock. As they stimulated the newbie to a point where he wouldn’t even care about taking raw cock the one twin made sure to get his hole nice a wet for entry while the other twin had a prepared point in hand. They further distracted him by pointing to the video on the TV of a group of young guys who all looked to be the same age, with one that was almost like Grayson. They pointed out how the kid was going to get fucked just like Grayson was going to be shortly. Once Grayson was distracted by the video and lost in the pure pleasure he was receiving from the twin who had been providing an expert job at eating his hole they knew he was ready for the final step. The twin between his legs began to slowly rub his bare cock up and down along Grayson’s crack the other twin was quick and swift as he applied a tourniquet to the newbie’s upper arm, and then quickly wiped a prominent vein with alcohol just before sliding the point home. As he registered a good flash the twin between his legs began to aim his bare, death stick on its target as the slam was efficiently emptied. Grayson tried to take the cock lodged inside his mouth out before it was pushed further inside as the tourniquet was removed almost as quickly as it was applied. Grayson had no way of avoiding the coughing fit that was eminent since the point was originally filled just over half way with crush meth and dissolved with barely enough water to make a nice thick 0.5 slam. While Grayson was coughing the twin between his legs was able to bury his cock balls deep inside the newbie’s no longer virgin hole and began fucking away. Grayson came out of his coughing fit as he rode his first rush while (unknowingly) taking his first bare cock. It was evident by the expression on the kid’s face he was getting into being fucked. It was strange to hear Grayson ask if the twin had slipped a condom on before he started to fuck him. Nothing was said, the twin fucking him just maneuvered his thrusts to hit his prostate just right and send waves of pleasure radiating throughout his body. After a few more minutes it was time to let Grayson know he was taking it raw and get him to beg for more. The twin who had be feeding his cock to him grabbed one of his hands and placed it on the hard cock that was working his hole. They each complimented Grayson on how well he was taking his first fuck like a champ. Grayson felt the slick meat working in and out of his own ass when his eyes shot wide open as he realized that the twin fucking him wasn’t wearing a condom. Grayson shouted out ‘You’re not wearing a condom! We’ve got to stop so you can put one on. Please?’ The twins seemed to look down and chuckle a bit as they told him that he knew full well that they only fuck raw and besides he didn’t ask for a condom when they started fucking. Besides they think he wanted it raw that he really prefers the feeling of raw dick in his ass. As that was said the twin fucking him punctuated the statement with a few good, long strokes that made Grayson forget about wanting to fuck wrapped. With him still riding his first rush they could see the wheels spinning in his head as he yelled out, fuck yeah, bareback my ass. The twin fucking him let the newbie know he knew he wanted it raw even if Grayson hadn’t before then. The twin then let Grayson know what a nice, tight and warm hole he had and he wasn’t sure how much longer he would last. Grayson could feel the cock inside his hole begin to thicken and the twin fucking him began to breathe a little heavier. He knew what was about to happen and his brain was screaming ‘don’t cum inside me’ while his hole said ‘Fuck yeah, give me that raw cock.” The twins both commented how Grayson now wanted raw dick and bet he’d like their load shot inside him too. Grayson never really had a choice as the twin fucking him began to long dick him completely pulling out before slamming back in balls deep. Only a few more strokes and BAM! Grayson was now being bred by the twin as he worked his hole for the load that was being deposited. Once the twin’s cock began to soften and slip out of Grayson’s well bred hole the twins switch positions and as a new cock was slid inside the newly seeded hole, the other twin presented his cock for Grayson to clean. The rest of the weekend went on with the twins taking turns fucking Grayson and keeping him nice and high. Before the weekend was over they had Grayson knowingly using Tina and liking its effects. The following weekend they were able to convince him to come over the house and party only to have the weekend quickly transform into a gang bang. It wasn’t long before Grayson had the ‘fuck flu’ and when meeting up with the twins after that the poz talk was very deliberate. Grayson became a good commodity for the business as he was able to bring unsuspecting classmates for pozzing.

Part 3. After a couple more rounds with our new friends, the weekend ended and they went back to their home city. On their way out, they mentioned they had another friend-couple who were planning on visiting in a few weeks, and maybe we’d like to meet them. I smiled, looking over at Jake, and said, “If they’re anything like you guys, we would LOVE to meet them!” Trusting Andre and Alex understood my implication, they responded, “Yeah, they’re a lot like us. You will like them for sure.” We exchanged contact information (other than the app where we met) and they were on their way. The sex with Jake that night was beyond incredible. Talking about all the fun we’d had, and looking forward to another fun encounter in a few weeks. The next day on my way home from work, I stopped off at the drugstore and picked up a bottle of Aleve, making sure to get the kind that looked an awful lot like the PrEP pills in Jake’s night stand. Getting home before him, I confirmed they looked almost identical, and swapped out the appropriate number, replacing them in the prescription bottle and closing the drawer. Over the next couple weeks, we dutifully took our pills every day, with Jake fucking me at least once a day. The amazing weekend we’d had really reignited things for us in bed, and our sex was never hotter. Every time he unloaded in me though, I would think back to those incredible moments when Andre and Alex had dumped their poz seed into my hole. The memory combined with the expert fucking of my boyfriend would make me cum so hard all over my chest, usually hitting my face and beyond. Mid-week before our new friends were supposed to come visit, I started to come down with a nasty cold. Turned into fever, chills, the works. When I got a text from an unknown number, I was momentarily confused until I remembered I hadn’t heard from them yet, just Andre and Alex. Checking out the message, I saw he introduced himself as Eddie, said A&A had given him my number, wondered if we’d like to meet up this weekend. Then another text came through with a picture - an enormous brown cock, uncut and dripping. My own cock jumped in my sick-bed pajamas, the first time I’d felt even remotely horny in the past couple days. Jake had left his phone on the bed next to me as he went downstairs to fetch me more chicken soup. I looked at his phone and saw texts from the same number, but noticed they hadn’t been sent as a group. He received the same intro text as had I. He also received a pic of Eddie and his husband Bill, a solidly-built white guy in his late 40s - hairy daddy type. I thought it curious until I felt my phone vibrate and saw a new txt come through from Eddie - this one a series of pics, the first showing his muscular back, with a tattoo peeking out over his underwear, then a couple more successively closer, until the last one was a closeup of the biohazard symbol on his upper ass. I was rock hard now, when I heard another text come through for Jake - this one another couple shot of them in a tropical location, all smiles with their sunglasses on, drinking a fruity drink with an umbrella. I was getting the picture now - it was clear A&A had told our new friends the whole story about our adventurous weekend. Eddie and I exchanged this series of text messages. Me: Hey bud, glad to hear from you! A&A said they had some fun friends who we should meet. Our weekend with them a few weeks ago was a special gift to us as a couple - our sex hasn’t been this hot in years. Eddie: I’m glad to hear it! Sounds like A&A really charged up your sex life. Me: I’m actually down with the flu at the moment. Eddie: Oh yeah? That’s no fun. Want us to reschedule? Me: No way. I may be out of commission, but my boyfriend is really looking forward to this. And so am I. I’ll be participating, in my own way. Eddie: Sweet. We get in late Friday, so maybe we can meet up on Saturday? Me: Perfect. You have our address. We’ll be here. When Jake returned with my dinner, I had already saved and deleted the extra pics Eddie had sent me, so when we compared text conversations, they looked mostly the same. I told him they’d be over on Saturday. Jake was concerned about me being sick, but I told him there was no way I’d let my little illness get in the way of this happening. After the last time, our sex life was undeniably better, and I wanted another jolt of that whether I could actively participate or not. Jake reluctantly agreed, and then got much more excited when he checked his phone and saw the pics they’d sent. By the time Saturday rolled around, I had worked Jake into a frenzy of anticipation. Some jerking off was all I could muster in my weakened state - this was the worst flu I’d ever had - and we had several hot sessions stroking our dicks as we looked at the cock pics Eddie and Bill kept sending. Jake is versatile, but knowing my ass was off limits, he realized it was up to him to satisfy these studs, and I assured him he was more than up to the task. He couldn’t deny he was looking forward to being a little bottom slut for our new friends in their short time here. When the doorbell rang, I was laying in bed reading through the text string Eddie and I had had on the app he recommended I download so we could communicate discreetly. We’d had multiple long exchanges over the past few days, and I shared with him what I had been up to with Jake’s PrEP. We came up with a plan - Eddie and Bill were happy to help Jake and me continue on the journey we started that weekend with Alex and Andre. As I heard introductions being made in the other room, I quickly retrieved full condom from my bedside table - the only load I could muster in the past couple days I had deposited in a rubber for today’s festivities - and put it under the bed. I also laid out two unopened rubbers and Jake’s little blue pill on his nightstand. I was back under the covers by the time the door opened and Jake peeked in to see if I was awake. I closed out the last few pics Eddie had sent me - a cum-stained piece of paper with HIV test results - and smiled and invited them in. Eddie entered the room and I literally gasped - his pictures truly did not do him justice. Tall, dark, and handsome didn’t begin to describe his magnetic good looks - he was a Latin god, with a smile that made you feel like you’d just made a new friend. His husband Bill followed, no slouch in the looks department, just a different beast entirely. Jake made the introductions and they both expressed disappointment that I wasn’t feeling well. I told them I was doing OK, and was really happy they were here - Jake and I were SO looking forward to their visit. And with that, I thought we might as well get down to it - we all knew what was on the agenda, so why bother with the formalities? I threw off the covers and moved over to Eddie, giving him a nice long grope before tugging at his tight t-shirt, lifting it off over his head revealing a chiseled chest with just a light dusting of fur. I growled as I undid his jeans and struggled to slide them over his muscled bubble ass. He was wearing a pair of light blue briefs, the fabric straining to contain what he was packing. I pointed him to the bed, where he lay down and watched as I repeated the process on Bill. The husbands now lay side by side in our bed in just their undies, as I gave Jake a meaningful smile and a wink and nodded toward them. He jumped on the bed and immediately fished Bill’s cock out of his briefs, taking it into his mouth. Eddie whipped his out, and Jake reached over and started jerking him as he sucked on Bill. I grabbed my stiffening cock as I watched my boyfriend eagerly service the cocks of two strangers he barely knew. Before things progressed too far, I grabbed the pill off the nightstand and pulled Jake’s mouth off Eddie’s cock - he had been going back and forth between the two enormous bones. I held up the pill and explained the ritual to our visitors, as if I hadn’t already explained it all in my texts. “As part of our agreement to play with others, we went on PrEP and we always use condoms. Because I’m not feeling up to it, the pleasure of playing with you two is all Jake’s.” With that, he stuck out his tongue and I put the pill on it. He swallowed it down, smiled at me, mouthing the words ‘I love you so much’ before leaning in and kissing me passionately. He then went back to sucking the two huge cocks before him as I sat in the chair opposite them and started stroking. I grabbed my phone and started documenting the scene - my boyfriend in a pair of jock briefs, his ass up in the air as he alternated sucking each cock in front of him. Eddie and Bill making out, smiling for the camera, winking at me as my boyfriend serviced them. I don’t ever remember being so turned on before. After a few minutes, Eddie moved behind Jake and parted his muscular cheeks, burying his tongue in my boyfriend’s hole. Jake moaned on Bill’s cock and ground his ass back against Eddie’s face, begging him to tongue him deeper. My boyfriend was being such a slut, which made me so damn horny. Jake reached over for one of the condoms and handed it back to me. I held it up to Eddie’s mouth and watched as he tore off a corner with his teeth. I pulled it out and took my time rolling it down over his enormous cock. I smiled at him and he went back to where he’d been earlier, next to his husband on the bed. Snagging another condom, I rolled it only Bill’s cock as I suggested to Jake “I think you should take turns riding them, babe.” Smiling at my suggestion, Jake smiled as he straddled Eddie and slid down onto his cock. I had the perfect view of my boyfriend’s hole stretching as he moaned and slid down on the big brown laytex-sheathed cock. Meanwhile, I stroked Bill, smiling as Eddie bottomed out in Jake’s hole - balls deep. Jake started moving up and down, getting used to being stuffed full. After riding him for a while, he stood up and moved over to Bill, squatting over his big dick as I pointed it straight upward, guiding it into my boyfriend’s loosened hole. He slid down easily and whimpered a bit as he took it to the hilt. I gave Jake’s dick a little squeeze as I shifted up and lay next to Eddie, who reached out and started stroking my cock as we watched our partners fuck. After we enjoyed the sights for a minute or so, Eddie leaned over, whispering for my benefit “I’m gonna dump my poz nut in your boyfriend’s hole, you evil little slut.” My dick involuntarily pulsated in his fist. I looked in his eyes, winked and nodded with a smile, as he got up to move behind Jake, who was still being pummeled by Bill. I followed, and wrapped my fist around Eddie’s huge cock, still in its intact condom. While Bill pulled Jake in for a kiss, I reached down with my fingernail and pierced the tip of the rubber, then gently pulled at the hole until it was about the size of a dime. I proceeded to stroke Eddie’s cock and pull down on the condom, watching as his beautiful brown dick head pressed against the hole, stretching the latex further and further until it emerged completely, the broken rubber still wrapped around his shaft. Eddie reached down and grabbed Jake’s hips, lifting him off Bill and pulling him back toward the middle of the bed. With one hand he guided Jake’s head to Bill’s balls as his partner stroked his shaft, and with the other, he fingered Jake’s now well-used hole, first one, then two, then three. He became increasingly aggressive with his fingering, and I noticed Jake twitch and jump a few times as his bowels were being scratched and his hole stretched even more. I guided Eddie’s bare cock head to my boyfriend’s hole as he pulled his fingers out, slightly tinged in pink slime. I watched as Eddie moved his weight forward and entered Jake in one long, slow stroke until just the base of the rubber was visible around his thick shaft at his pubes. Bill stroked with one hand and held Jake’s head on his balls as he winked at Eddie and me, as Eddie began to thrust. Every time he pulled out, I could see more of the rubber had shredded around his shaft and it was mostly just bare brown cock moving in and out of Jake’s hole. That sight, and the knowledge of what we were all doing, made Eddie realize he wasn’t going to last long. I saw Jake reach back at one point and touch the base of Eddie’s cock, and feeling the condom still there, returned his attention to Bill’s balls, even licking down into his hairy crack to tongue his hole. Jake was obviously feeling really slutty and horny, as he was moaning and pushing back on Eddie, likely squeezing around that huge dong pounding his hole. Eddie started breathing increasingly heavily as I pinched his nipples and ran my fingers down his lower back to his ass, tracing the biohazard tattoo on his cheeks as he thrust harder and deeper. The tell-tale signs increased and soon Eddie was growling, “I’m gonna nut!” I pushed on his ass, encouraging him as I muttered “Do, it man, go balls deep!” Grunting and he moaned a long “Fuuuuuuck!” holding still as he shot his load into my boyfriend’s hole, giving me an approving smile as his orgasm subsided, although holding himself firmly in place. Knowing the time was short to complete the deception, I leaned down and quickly reached under the bed, grabbing the full condom which Eddie made a show of slowly pulling out as Bill held Jake in place. We both admired the sight of his bare cock with the tatters of a broken condom around it, covered in Jake’s ass juices. I pulled what was left of the rubber off and hid it under the bed as I pretended to tie off the one with my own load. I moved down and quickly licked Eddie’s cock clean of any evidence, then dropped the full condom on the bed next to Jake. He looked up from rimming Bill, and smiled at me as Eddie encouraged him to sit on Bill’s cock again. In that brief window, I gave Bill’s condom the same treatment as I had Eddie’s, and then held his mostly-bare cock straight up as Eddie guided Jake down on it. We lay back and Eddie stroked my cock as we watched his partner’s bare dick slide in and out of my boyfriend’s hole. As Bill looked over Jake’s shoulder, Eddie and I mouthed words to him like, ‘Bareback him’ and ‘Seed his hole’. Our encouragements, in addition to the knowledge of what had just happened aided in pushing Bill over the edge. Pressing down on Jake’s hips, he helding his cock balls deep in Jake’s hole as rope after rope shot deep in my boyfriend’s guts. Jake leaned back, holding Bill inside him as he jerked off. I hopped up and stood next to them on the bed, my cock aiming at Jake’s face. We looked in each other’s eyes as we both stroked. I told him, “Babe, you were so slutty tonight, it turned me on so much. I just wanna shoot this load all over your whore face.” I never talk to him like that, but something about the moment made us both lose control and we exploded cum everywhere - him all over Bill’s chest and belly, me all over his sweet slutty face. After we came down from that high, Jake gently slid himself up and off Bill’s cock. As he reached down to take care of the rubber, he saw the state it was in. Reaching back, he felt his hole, which of course was dripping with cum. “Oh fuck, the condom broke!” All three of us chimed in with an ‘Oh fuck’ of his own, although I noticed, curiously, when I made my exclamation, my cock released one last spurt of cum. “What am I gonna do?” asked Jake.

DJ’s first load in my ass felt like a firehose had gone off, and one full of hot water at that. Oh the joys of being fucked by a 20-year old with a big nine-incher. Like father, like son. I had not been ‘home’, the town where I had grown-up for almost 25 years. There were too bad memories there, but the one bright spot in my life had been Danny and his family who took me in when life at my own house got too bad to take. Danny was two years my senior and, as he had five sisters, he treated me like the brother he never had. I had known Danny and his family all my life and at the age of ten started going to their house a couple of times a week, usually after school or before church meetings. Soon I was staying there on weekends also, and was spending correspondingly less and less time at my own house. By the age of 14 I was living full-time with Danny and his family. The first time I played truth-or-dare with Danny I was 10, and over the years our exploration and experimentation evolved and continued, but it was not something we ever discussed beyond those furtive minutes, late at night in the bedroom which Danny and I shared. I was just finishing up my senior year in high-school when I turned 18 and Danny returned from a short stint in jail – wrong place at the wrong time sort of thing, but it changed him. He was now Daniel, not Danny, and seemed angry and frustrated and often sneaked out to the barn to smoke and drink not caring that his parents knew and how much it hurt them. I missed our time together and, being a good church kid, I hated his drinking and smoking, even as I found I still missed Danny, and found myself trying to spend time with him. But he always told me to leave him alone – until one night. Danny’s – well Daniel’s – parents had gone out of town and it was just us in the house. Daniel had a bottle of some kind of liquor and was doing shots and offered one to me. I refused, but Daniel said, “Just like always, you being the good-fucking son, the one they really want, while I’m the bad one, right? You like that don’t you?” I was hurt, shocked, but also realized what he said was true, so took the glass, gulped the liquor, and staggered as it hit me. Shit! My Christian values fell away as what I wanted more was to be with Daniel again and at that moment was willing to do anything. A couple shots later and I was feeling no pain, but Daniel’s pain only seemed worse. I did not know how to broach the fact I wanted to suck him as he had always been the one to set those rules, but then he suddenly asked “You ever fucked someone? No, I know you haven’t. Wanna fuck me?” I didn’t know what to say as Daniel got undressed, got on his hands and knees on the bed with his ass pointed my way. My dick was rock hard so I fumbled out of my clothes, grabbed the lotion he handed me, and followed his directions on what to do. Soon I was fucking Daniel at a steady pace and while I knew my dick was not all as big as Daniel’s, it seemed to make him happy and within a couple minutes he yelled “OH SHIT – LOOK WHAT YOU DID – YOU MADE ME CUM!” Daniel immediately pulled away, grabbed the bottle, got dressed and left. He didn’t come back home that night, but the next night after we started drinking again, Daniel let me suck him off, and everything seemed okay again. I remember him saying how he just thought of some hot blonde chick on his dick when I sucked him and how much that hurt and I wanted him to just enjoy that it was me, like I did it to please him. Anyways, I swallowed several of his hot loads during the course of that summer before I left for college. Daniel also moved away, and life took us far apart. We chatted on the phone once or twice when he was visiting his parents and I happened to call, but beyond that I did not see or hear from Daniel in over 25 years. I knew from his mom he had in that time had a fling, sired a son, been in and out of trouble, and finally had moved back to our hometown where he seemed to settle down into a quiet, bachelor life. Then I received a call from Daniel's sister, notifying me Daniel’s mom had died, and asking if I could attend the funeral. I said I would and then she told me that with so many kids and grandkids coming to town space was tight, but that Daniel had room and wanted me to stay with him. My heart raced, my ass twitched, I stammered okay, hung up and made my plans. I was so nervous. So much had changed, not only had I embraced the bottom in me, the bottom who ended up poz and got fucked raw as much as I could. No one at home knew about me, and I still jacked off thinking about Daniel, but what could I do? I got on the plane, flying to the nearest airport, which was a three hour dive to my hometown. Upon arriving in the town, I found Daniel lived in a trailer, and when I knocked on the door, there was Daniel, who, although 25 years older, still looked like the same Daniel I knew so long ago. “Hey bro,” Daniel said as he grabbed me in a bear hug and pulled me inside the trailer. “How the fuck you been? Mom’s told me all about the crazy shit you be doing, your job, and places you travelled, wow, wicked stuff huh?” His big grin, those green eyes, same mop of brown hair and big bulge in his pants made me melt and become a giddy teen all over again who wanted nothing more than to please him. “Umm, yeah, been good man, you?” I managed to get out. The next few hours were spent reminiscing about growing up, and me being evasive about my personal life. It was finally time for dinner at his sister’s house with the whole family, so he drove us down in his truck and I spent the next few hours in more hell, and without a drink to be found. Once dinner ended, we drove back to Daniel’s trailer and I was wiped from the long day of travel and having to deal with all this homecoming shit. Daniel told me to get comfortable, I could have the back bedroom, and when I came out in my shorts and t-shirt, there he was with his shirt off, just a pair of Haines tighty-whities and two glasses in his hand with a big smile. “Come on bro, time to chill, OK?” he said. I nervously took the glass, sipped what seemed to be almost straight vodka, coughed, while Daniel laughed and said, “You still an uptight Christian boy? Seems like I remember a few times you didn’t mind drinking?” I blushed, almost choked, and said, “Umm, beer is more my thing.” Daniel kept filling my glass as we chatted and I was not sure if it was the vodka or me, but I could swear his dick had grown in his briefs. My mind was spinning and suddenly Daniel was standing in front of me, his dick pulled through the hole in his briefs and I heard him say, “Truth or Dare?” FUCK! I had taken some big dick, and learned long ago that what I thought was big when I was 18 was far from it, but his big uncut dick still impressed and called to me, and the large drop of precum just balanced on the tip of dick made me lick my lips. “Truth,” I said. I was so fucking scared, and while part of me craved to be with him again, I did not want folks at home to know about me. “OK,” Daniel said looking thoughtful, “How many dicks have you sucked?” What the fuck? I did not expect that and guess it was the vodka talking when I blurted, “More than I can remember or count.” Daniel laughed loud and deep, wagged his dick at me with one hand making that drop of precum fall on my knee as he asked, “OK, truth again, how many guys you let fuck you?” Well that took me aback. Daniel had never fucked me, I had just sucked him off, but again I blurted out “More than I can remember or count.” Daniel set his drink on the 1980’s brass and glass coffee table, pulled his shorts down, and said, “Bend over, this one counts.” I froze, I didn’t know what to. After what seemed like forever Daniel bent over, nibbled on my ear and said, “I know. I’ve been watching your ass slut around online in DC for years now. The internet is a wonderful thing. I may be country white trash but I know how to use the web. I also know you are POZ, but don’t worry, I’m just going to recharge you, as I have been poz since my stint in jail and fuck, probably gave it to you, now GET THE FUCK UP AND TAKE THIS DICK – I’VE BEEN WAITING TO FUCK YOU FOR TOO LONG!” In a stupor I stood up, pulled my shorts down, and soon Daniel was fucking me like I had always imagined, deep, raw, and with a hot poz load. Daniel shot several loads into me, including one in the back yard with me bent over his picnic table. I was afraid we would be caught, but he reminded me we were in the middle of fucking no where, so I needed to simply take his load. Relaxing my hole, I milked his dick, and took every drop. The night ended with me in Daniel’s bed, his dick in my ass, his last load of the night seeping into my raw hole. I woke up a few times during the night and Daniel’s dick was still nestled at my hole, hot, sticky, just waiting. At the first crack of dawn, as the morning light glistened off the dew on the windows, I pushed my ass back onto Daniel’s dick to let him know I was ready for another load. Daniel’s hard dick was soon dripping precum up my wet hole as I sat on him, riding him hard, my legs straddled over his hips, my hands on his chest for leverage. Just as we were wild and freaky I heard a noise and stopped cold. “Hey Pops, what’s up?” a voice boomed as the bedroom door banged open and I froze, staring at Daniel, or what/who Daniel was a long time ago. Daniel laughed as our intruder proceeded to casually sit on the edge of the bed with a smile that said “GOTCHA!” I rolled off Daniel’s dick onto the farthest side of the bed, wrapping the sheet around me, as Daniel yanked the sheet away and said, “Fuck man, this is DJ, don’t worry, DJ has been looking forward to your visit.” DJ? Daniel Jr.? Shit! I had never met Daniel’s son, but here he was in the flesh and the duplicate copy of his father. DJ held out his hand and said, “Please don’t get up on my account. Knowing Pops, he’s been up in your ass all night.” I shook DJ’s hand, shrunk back on, my side of the bed as Daniel grunted, and started to roll towards the side of the bed as DJ stood up and started to undress. I lifted myself up on my left arm to object when Daniel paused, leaned back towards me and said in a voice laced with eagerness while nodding toward’s his son, “I’m going to make breakfast. You’re going to need some protein after DJ here is done. Trust me, this boy puts my fucking to shame, and I have been training that dick for years. He’s bigger than me, fucks harder and longer, and cums twice as much, so does his Poppa proud.” As Daniel made his way out to the kitchen, DJ walked to the end of the bed, climbed up, pushed my legs backs, lined his big cut dick with my hole and said, “Pops has always said you were the one that got away, not no more, no, now let me in there and see what the old man has left behind!”

Went to the bunker in Paris last night. V dark room. I leant against a cushioned bench, bent over ass ready. Quite a lot of people milling around and stuff strarting to. Happen but not for me. The I felt a hand brush my cheeks and feel my hole,,he stopped and guided his prick in. Damn, he was wearing a condom! But still, nice to get the first fuck. His cock semi stiff went it went in, hardened as he,thrust in and out. He grunted pulled out and left. I put my fingers up my ass, he had stealthed me! I could feel the stickiness inside me. A few more fucks and loads, and then I git team tagged. Again first guy fingers my hole, can feel the stickiness and pushes hi cock head in. It's really wide but with a nudge he breaks through and he is in, in cum heaven! He thrusts deeply and slowly, I can feel the cute churning and on his cock as he pulls for the longer strokes. I reach under and feel his tight balls. He starts to thrust harder, with longer strokes, every now and then pulling out, I gasp at the emptiness but love the feel of th cum leaking out. He fucks me like this for a good ten minutes. Then speeds up , I start to back onto him, I want this cum. He pushes deep and unloads with a groan, keeps thrusting fucking his cum into me, and eventually pulls out still semi hard and a big gob of cum comes with it. As I reach up to feel my warm runny hole another cock slides in. This is narrower, but flares at the base, he pushes in through the cum, his dick is already really hard and the cum is running down is cock out of my ass. We get into a rhythm as I back onto him as he thrusts in, we are both working this really hard! He pulls out and slams in, and again. His breath starts to get raggedy so I push back harder and he really groans, shoots his load in me and holds me there, on the end of his cock. We stay like that for a few minutes while he loses hardness and slops out. My hole is a complete mess, hot with cum, batttered, open, cum dribbling out. A great fuck!

So, I said I would try to record my escapades on this website more often in repayment to all those of you who have gotten me off with your stories, so here is the latest. Last week I had an out of state business trip to see a client. Hit an ABS on my way to see the client. You know how it is with those places. Hit or miss, well this time – Hit. Found a very hot, fit Dad with a nice hard dick, a face full of scruff and an entire arm full of ink. Any one of those things is enough to make me wild. All three together on a hot man had me crazed. We started messing around in a booth when he explained that he was waiting for a bud with a big dick who wants to get sucked off. He noticed how well I was able to throat his dick and asked if I can handle a nine inch dick. Of course I can and told him so. We continued taking turns sucking each other while he sometimes peeked out the booth door to find his buddy. When the buddy arrived we both took turns sucking him and, damn, inked Dad wasn’t kidding. This guy had a super huge dick. Nevermind that it was nine inches long it had to be close to seven inches around (I’m over five around and his was significantly thicker!) We shared super dick until we both got some cum the the buddy left. That’s when it got hot! I got inked Dad to fuck me up the ass. He slipped on a rubber cockring and gave it to me good. Held me by the shoulders tight and pushed deep into me when he bred me. But I wasn’t sure, to be honest, if he did load my ass. I’ve felt it when a man pumps me full and usually I can feel the shaft thicken and beat with each pump. This time I didn’t feel that so I was wondering if he did in fact breed me or was just saying that. Meanwhile he said that he hadn’t shot in about 5 days and filled me good. He took off after we exchanged contact information. Next up was this Greek man with a good enough dick – not too big, not too small. I sucked him for a good long time but I knew I wanted to get fucked more than anything else. He didn’t disappoint. Well, he did, kinda. See, he did fuck me but it was very, very sloshy (I couldn’t just feel it – I could hear it!!) And that’s when I realized that he was opening my hole and all the cum from the first guy was leaking out and being pumped around. It was SO fucking hot. But I think it turned him off cause he didn’t cum (though he said he did, he didn’t leave the ABS so I figured he really didn’t cum he just wanted an excuse to stop fucking me). Whatever. I have a great time! After that I continued on my way to see the client. The nice part about this trip is it required that I stay a couple of night in a hotel. The first night I managed to hook up twice. Good times, got fucked both times but nothing amazing. I mean it was your typical hotel hook up. But the next night, now that was awesome. While I was at the client’s the next day I posted on Craiglist explaining that I was looking to get fucked later on in my hotel room. Arranged for a few guys….now let’s see if I can remember it all in order because it was fucking amazing. First up was this bear who was hot looking and all but pissed me off because (like so many I find) he didn’t deliver. He wanted to bend over and take my fuck. What the hell. I load his ass then kicked him out of my room. I was pissed that I shot my load hoping this wouldn’t ruin the rest of my plans but it didn’t. LOL Next up was a man I’ve messed with before. He got a twenty-something bearded hottie to join him. I took two loads up the ass from the hottie. The other guy was so turned on watching me get fucked that he shot his load on my ass. That upset me (I was seriously in the mood to get my ass loaded but, what the hell, he did arrange for me to fucked by the hottie so I can’t be pissed at him)! After those two left another bearded bear stopped by to eat the loads out of my ass (which he did really, really well) and then proceeded to plant his own load in me. While he was eating my ass I went on Grindr and found a latin dude looking to unload. He came over and fucked me while the bear sucked my dick. Whew! I was in heaven. While I was getting fucked and sucked a SUPER hot Mexican tow truck driver I’ve met a few times arrived. I had arranged for him to come over but I wasn’t sure when he would get there. I pushed the latin dude and the bearded dad out so I could focus on the tow driver. Everytime we’ve met we played for hours and he totally used my hole. Last time he not only fucked me good but he unloaded a gallon of piss in my ass. Most times he wanted to fuck rougher than I was able to take – but this time I knew I was ready. I mean not only was my hole fully and completely lubed deep inside, but I was hungrier than I think I have ever been to get fucked and fucked and fucked. Unfortunately, tow driver was also superhorny. He slammed his dick into me rough (but this time I pushed back rather than pull away like I did once before) and almost immediately shot his load. Oh well. At least I got his load. So he took off. At that point I only had one other man coming over and he works all night. He was planning to stop by when he got off work, around 6am. I debated going to another ABS but I was reluctant to risk a hit or miss. I wanted to get fucked and not leave it to chance. So I came up with another plan. This plan, I figured, would attract the very type of man I wanted to get fucked by – a man with big balls (literally and figuratively). It was about 10pm when I used the ass pic I have here and posted it on Craigslist with an ad that simply said “Sleeping in Hotel Room.” For the location I listed the name of the hotel where I was staying. The text of the Craigslist posting was simple: “Alone in hotel room. Don’t bother emailing. I’ be asleep. Blindfolded. I sleep on my stomach. Room 423.” And then I fell asleep. Woke up some time later to hear someone stirring in the room. I could barely make out the outline of a MAN when I peeked out from the blindfold. Bear shaped, Go-t and strong, masculine hands (which I felt when he started to feel up my legs working his way up to my ass). He mounted me, slapped his dick against my ass until he started to harden and then he slipped inside. Fucked his load into me, grunted when he shot, got up and left. Score! Dozed off again and a little while later another man showed up. Did the deed and took off. Not to memorable except that I remember thinking that he wasn’t going to unload since he wasn’t getting hard. LOL I’m always wrong it seems. He went in semi-soft but must have hardened in me. When he pulled out I FELT him pull. He had one of those dicks that has a super fat head. When he pulled out I heard the POP sound. I reached under myself and sure enough there was cum dripping out of my ass and down over my balls. WOW! Since I was awake now I checked my email (didn’t want to miss out on any loads!) The guy who was supposed to show up after work at 6am got off work early and could come by 2. There was also an email from another guy who wanted to know if my hotel room posting was for real. I assured him that I was real and asked him to come over. He said he can be there in ten minutes. I said ‘I’ll probably be asleep in five so have fun.’ I replaced the blindfold and this time kept it on. I never got a glimpse but I did feel his dick getting fat and pulsing so I knew I was taking another load. Sometime after this I dozed back off and was awoken by a naked man standing next to my bed telling me he was glad he was able to get out of work early and that he didn’t want to have to wait till 6am to fuck me. So this was the guy I was waiting for. He was marveling at my ass and he asked how many loads I had taken. After I told him he says “Push the cum out, let me see.” So I push. Nothing. So I pushed a little harder and I heard a plop and some farting sounds. Next thing I know I hear the guy gasp and in his deep redneck voice I hear “Damn! I’ve only seen that in porn. Shit that’s a lot of cum.” I was grinning ear to ear. He mounted me and fucked me real good. Whew. Finally feeling satisfied. Figured I was done for the night. He left and I fell back asleep. Totally forgot about the Craigslist posting or the fact that my room door was still open. LOL Next thing I know I’m getting my legs rubbed and I hear grunting sounds of approval. I didn’t have the blindfold on and I turn around kinda confused. I could see the outline of a big man but in the darkness I couldn’t see him – not his face or anything, just one large dark outline. Stupid me. The guy was black so his skin and his workclothes just blended in the darkness and all I could make out was a hulk. And holy fuck his dick was just as big. He would only fuck me with a bag on but prepared myself for this. Earlier, when I prepared myself to get fucked I used an enema bottle to shoot a load of mineral oil in my hole. I learned awhile back that the mineral oil degrades the bag quickly. Sure enough he fucks me wearing a bag and it degrades – it just falls apart. But I think because he was so big (and he was!) and despite taking other loads I was still tight, he didn’t realize that it broke. If he had he would have stopped I’m sure because I was begging him to take the bag off and fuck me right. He wouldn’t. I think he was married to a woman. In any event he says he came and I think he did since he lost most of his hard on but I didn’t want him to go. I sucked his dick – it was longer than my two fists combined!! – and got him hard again and asked him to fuck me more (thinking he would go raw this time). But, no, another bag. He fucked for awhile then pulled out saying he wanted to give me the second load in my mouth. He said this because I had showed him how I could push his semi-hard dick actually into my throat and he loved that. So I did it again until he unloaded a huge load in my mouth. The he took off. Whew. What a great trip.

Part 2. Fortunately, Jake is a very heavy sleeper. After a few hours of dozing, I rolled over and felt Andre’s hard body next to mine, his chiseled chest rising and falling with his sleeping breath. I raised my head and looked at Alex lying in bed next to him, lazily stroking his dick, obviously unable to sleep after getting fucked but not having had a chance to blow his own load. Ever a gracious host, I decided to assist my guest. Slipping out of bed, I walked over to Jake’s side of the bed, reached down, grabbing Alex’s hard cock and giving it a warm squeeze as I put one finger from my other hand up to my lips. I tugged on him for a bit before reaching out my hand and motioning for him to get out of bed. He shifted his weight to gingerly extricate himself from my boyfriend’s sleeping body and stand next to the bed. Again, I grabbed his dick and led him from the bedroom into the kitchen. As soon as we reached the kitchen, I dropped to my knees and swallowed his beautiful cock. He moaned gently and put his hand on the back of my head as I looked up at him, my mouth full of hard uncut dick. I could taste his sweet precum on my tongue as I took him deep into my throat, showing off my stellar oral skills. I ran my hands over his muscular body as I serviced his cock, enjoying the feeling of his rock hard pecs and abs under my fingertips. How the fuck did I get so lucky to find this sizzling hot couple and get them into my house, and soon into my hole? I pulled Alex’s dick from my mouth and smiled up at him as I stroked him. Standing up, I brought my lips to his and kissed him deeply. I brought my mouth to his ear and whispered, “You’re going to fuck me now, Papi.” With that, I turned around and put one hand on the kitchen island and guided his raw cock to my hole. Confused, he quietly asked “What about a rubber? We didn’t bring any from the bedroom.” Moving to step into the bedroom to grab a condom, I gestured for him to remain as I squeezed his cock, bringing a huge drop of pre to his head. I held him close and just shook my head, again giving him the silent sign with one finger to my lips. I rubbed his dick head against my hole, still slick and opened up from Andre’s raw fucking a few hours ago. Alex had no idea his boyfriend’s load was inside me. Pulling on him, I felt his head pressing against my ass lips, the pressure increasing until it finally popped inside me. I looked back at him and winked and smiled, and he caught on to the fact that I wanted him inside me bareback, that this was not just an oversight on my part. I felt Alex’s hands go to my hips and I felt more of him slide inside me. His cock was so thick - it wasn’t as long as Andre’s, but it made me feel more full somehow as he pushed deeper into me. I heard him let out a little moan as he finally bottomed out inside me, balls deep. He let it rest there for a moment - the feeling was so incredible. But before long I started to move against him, wiggling my hips a bit and pushing back, showing him I was ready for more. He pulled out so just his head was in me and then thrust back in all the way. It was all I could do to not cry out in pleasure, but as deep a sleeper as Jake is, I knew I couldn’t be too loud. Alex picked up his pace and fucked me steadily for several minutes - I was in fucking heaven and knew I needed his special load deep inside my ass. Just then, I heard a shuffling in the next room. Alex hesitated, but I knew if it was Jake it was already too late to hide what we were up to, so I squeezed my hole around him and hoped he would stay inside me. Looking over my shoulder, I watched as Andre entered the kitchen, carrying a couple condoms and a medicine bottle with him, a huge grin on his face as he saw his boyfriend fucking me. He put the rubbers on the island, popped open the PrEP bottle, and placed the pill on the head of his cock, bringing it over to my mouth. Alex never stopped fucking me as I swirled my tongue around Andre’s head, taking it and the Truvada into my mouth. Andre pushed deeper until I was gagging on his huge cock, getting spit roasted by these two amazing stud boyfriends. After a moment, I pushed Alex out of me and repositioned him on his back on the island. I straddled him and sat down on his big dick, then leaned back so my back was against his chest. Lifting my knees to my chest, my hole stretched to what felt like capacity, I nodded to Andre to come join us. As he moved into position, I stuck out my tongue, showing him the little blue pill still there. He grabbed it off my tongue, showed it to Alex who just moaned a little, and chucked it across the kitchen into the sink. Andre lined up his massive black cock and rubbed the head against Alex’s shaft. He pressed and pressed until finally the rim of my hole gave way and allowed him entry. Just the very tip at first, but that opening encouraged him to go a little harder. I yelped a bit, but Alex’s hand went right to my mouth. Andre smiled at the sight and just kept pushing. I couldn’t believe the sensation - not one but two huge raw cocks entering my asshole, while my boyfriend slept blissfully on the other side of the apartment. It hurt like hell at first, but the fantasy come true made me forget all that and focus on opening up and letting him in. I could barely believe that I could make it happen, but before I knew it, Andre was halfway inside me. At that point, Alex started to move his hips slightly, in time with Andre’s gentle thrusts - obviously they had done this before and knew how to open a boy up. Each thrust of their thick dicks got just a bit deeper until they were alternating balls deep with the other halfway. I’d never felt anything like it before. Their hands were all over my body, and they were obviously enjoying themselves as they plunged into me. With Alex balls deep, Andre gave an almost imperceptible signal and Alex stayed in me. Andre then pushed in all the way himself, and leaned over and whispered, “We’re both all the way inside you, slut! How does it feel to have two poz cocks up your gaping, torn-up hole, with no rubber and no little pill to protect you?” I moaned and just gyrated my hips a bit in response, trying to see if I could coax a little more of each of them inside me. From underneath, Alex’s mouth went to my other ear and said, “You know we are going to seed you - we are both gonna shoot our toxic loads in your wrecked hole. Is that what you want, you fucking whore?” I nodded my assent. “Say it,” he demanded. “I want your hazardous semen inside me, and I want it to take root. I’ve been faking my part of our Truvada ritual for a month now, in anticipation of finding the right man or men to seed my hole properly. You two are those men, I’m sure of it. You’re doing things to my hole that are unnatural - it’s not supposed to be open like it is, but it’s perfect for what I want. You’re both going to dump deep into my exposed rectum, and I have nothing to stop the virus from taking over my body. I want it, Alex! I want it, Andre! Please, share your bug with me! Give me your disease!” With those words, they both increased their pace. Andre leaned over my shoulder and made out with Alex, almost like I was providing them a chance to bond together, but it wasn’t even about me. But their cocks were both in my wide-open stretched hole and they were pounding it harder and harder as they approached the moment of truth. Finally, I felt them both go deep and hold in there. If it was possible, I felt them swell even thicker just as they both cried out and exploded deep in my guts. Ropes and ropes of toxic cum spewed forth into my bowels, and even as their cocks were still spurting into my hole, I shot my own load, without even having touched myself. Alex ran his fingers through my load which had coated my chest and face, brought dollops of cum to my mouth. Naturally I licked his fingers clean. Smiling down at me and Alex, Andre admired the scene underneath him - sweaty bodies on the kitchen counter, bodies covered and filled with cum. And two unused condoms on the other side of the island. After we caught our breath, I gave each of them a deep, meaningful kiss and said, “Thank you” while looking them in the eye. I then went to the refrigerator, grabbed some juice and a squeeze bottle of mayonnaise, then picked some fruit off the counter and put it all on a tray. The coffee, always on a timer at our house, had finished brewing at some point during our marathon fuckfest on the island. I grabbed the condoms, unwrapped and unrolled them, then squeezed a few big blobs of mayo into each one, tying them off and putting them on the tray with the breakfast. Grabbing the medicine bottle, I lead my lovers back into the bedroom, where I awoke my boyfriend with a kiss on the lips and placed the tray on the bed. “Sorry honey, we got a little carried away in the kitchen making breakfast. But I have no doubt these two studs will be up for round three in no time. They have a gift for getting it up.”

“I want you to seed my ass tonight.” I sent the message and followed it up with some pics of my body and my hole, hoping to entice the gorgeous dude who was apparently nearby, visiting from out of town. A brief conversation followed. Him: “Fuck yes. Time and place? My bf and I would love to sample some of the local hole.” Me: “Later tonight, we will work out the details. Just follow my lead.” Him: “K. U see I’m POZ?” Me: “Yes, yes, and hell yes. This conversation didn’t happen, OK? Just follow my lead and I promise it’ll be worth your while. Tell your bf the same.” Deleting the messages from my phone, I joined Jake, my boyfriend, who was seated in the living room. I showed him the photograph of the ‘gorgeous dude’ asking “Are you interested in playing with this guy and his boyfriend? Maybe the four of us could get together tonight and have some fun.” Jake glanced at gorgeous guy’s sculpted torso and grinned at me in approval. Immediately I shot gorgeous guy this message. “Hey sexy. My bf and I are close by. We’re wondering if you and your bf would like to meet for a drink?” A tense minute followed during which I hoped gorgeous guy would follow my lead. He seemed to understand my subterfuge as this dialogue suggests. Him: “Sure bro. Nice chest, would love to see more. I’m 6’2 200 8c, my bf is 5’9 170, ripped, 7uc.” <sent pic of fat 8” cock> Me: “Great dick dude. I’m 5’11 170 7c, bf is 6’ 170, skinny with a 8 cut dick” <sent pic of bubble ass> Him: “Sweet ass bro. Bf is vers, I’m top. Both poz. That cool?” Me: “Bf is vers too, I’m bottom. Poz cool - we are on PrEP, and use condoms too. There’s a bar on the corner of 8th and Main. Meet you there in 30?” Him: “See you there.” Now, I should give you a bit of background. Jake and I have been a couple for five years or so, and had recently decided to spice things up by playing with others. Always together, and the only way Jake would consider it was if we both went on PrEP and used condoms every time. In fact, he makes it a sort of ritual whenever we play with someone: we simultaneous took our pill, and he would then put the condom on the guy fucking me (and vice versa), always using our own rubbers, never theirs. What can I say? He has trust issues. We headed to the bar, and the moment we walked in, we spotted them immediately. In our relatively small city, hot new guys like this don’t go unnoticed. We headed over and made our introductions - Joey and Jake, meet Andre and Alex. Looking even better than in his pictures, Andre was a tall black slab of beef, solid and masculine, and Alex was a Latin muscle god. Both accustomed to turning heads, I could tell they were sizing us up and deciding if they’d made the right choice. I knew I might have to work to keep their interest, so I muscled my way in between them to order Jake and myself a drink, taking the opportunity to grind my ass into Andre’s crotch while I did so. Subtlety is not my strong suit, but it seemed to work. I felt his strong hand go to my hip and I felt him growing behind me, from what was already an impressive lump into something that felt a bit scary. Meanwhile, Alex cozied up with Jake, and we had a nice conversation over our drink. Formalities out of the way, I leaned in and whispered to Andre, “Let’s get out of here - it’s a little too crowded here. Why don’t we head up to our place and see what kind of trouble we can get into?” With that I winked and smiled at him, then grabbed Jake’s hand and led us out of the bar. They followed us around the corner to our building and up the three flights to our apartment. Stepping inside, Andre pinned me against the wall and put his mouth on mine, hungrily kissing me while Alex did the same with Jake. My hands explored Andre’s muscled chest, strong biceps, broad back, coming to rest on his impossibly taut booty. His hands made a bee line for my ass, kneading my bubble cheeks before undoing my jeans and sliding one hand inside, feeling my exposed crack where he expected fabric, I’m sure. I’d been sure to wear my sluttiest jock briefs, for easy access just in case. He let out a little growl as his finger slid into my crack and toyed with my hole. From the grunts and moans I heard across the hall, I’m imaging Jake was receiving the same treatment. The two visitors then led us into the living room, where they both promptly dropped their pants and underwear, sitting next to each other on the couch. Wordlessly, Andre spread his legs, pointing at his fully erect, rock hard cock. I dropped to my knees and admired his huge ball bag up close, sniffing and licking on it before running my tongue up the underside of his shaft. Jake joined me on the floor, and the two of us showed off our oral skills for our guests, occasionally looking over at each other with our mouths full of cock. It turned me on so much to see him sucking a big uncut Latin dick, and I know he enjoyed the sight of me with my cheek bulged out, lips open wide, servicing a huge black cock. My hole was twitching, it was so ready to take this monster I’d been servicing. I stood up and led Andre into the bedroom, and Jake and Alex soon followed. I finished stripping out of my clothes, but left my briefs on. As Jake went to his nightstand for supplies, I quietly opened mine and grabbed the small baggie and snuck it into my undies. Andre gave me a questioning look, but I just winked and smiled, shaking my head in my boyfriend’s direction. I then pulled Andre down on top of me, encouraging him to crawl between my spreading legs. Jake could see how horny I was, so he jumped right into our ritual. “Joey and I welcome you guys into our home and our bed, but the agreement we made with each other is that we be as safe as possible. I hope you’ll understand. But we try to make it fun too, so we have a little routine we do whenever we play.” He then popped open the bottle of Truvada and shook one out into each of our palms. Each of us extended his tongue, and the other placed the little blue pill onto the other’s tongue, which each of us immediately swallowed. Finishing up with a brief kiss. Jake then grabbed a condom and tore it open. He slid it down over Andre’s huge dong, not without some struggle. He then squirted some lube on it and greased him up good, before pointing him at my hole. My legs were spread wide, my briefs bulging with my hard on and my ass fully exposed and open. As soon as his head touched my hole, I twitched and gasped, and Andre pressed into me as Jake stroked his condom-covered shaft. He got about halfway into me before he paused to let me get used to the assault, at which point Jake went back to concentrating on Alex. When I saw Alex grab Jake’s head and pull him down to choke on his cock again, I knew this was my chance. I reached into my briefs and pulled out the baggie, which Andre could now see contained a clumped-together blue mass. I opened the bag, brought it up to my mouth, and dropped out the Truvada I’d hidden under my tongue, the spit-soaked pill joining all the others as I zipped it back up and tucked it in my briefs. I smiled at Andre and grabbed his ass cheeks, pulling him the rest of the way into my hole. I felt him throb and saw a little glimmer cross his eyes as we connected in that moment, him beginning to understand my earlier instructions to follow my lead. He was balls deep inside me, but the devilish grin on both our faces indicated we both wanted more. A low guttural moan broke our little moment, and we both looked over to see Alex straddling Jake and sinking down on to his eight incher. I was surprised until I remember Andre saying Alex was vers. I found myself understanding why he wanted Jake’s fat one in his hole – it is, after all, pretty fuckin’ spectacular, but it was nothing compared to Andre’s piece. And the fact that the cock currently invading my hole had a little something extra made me leak into my straining briefs. Just then, Andre decided to start to pull out and thrust back in. I let out a squeal as he began to fuck me and tried to regain my composure. I looked at Jake and saw him lost in ecstasy as Alex’s hole gripped him as he bounced on it. Alex then pulled himself off and got on all fours, facing away from us. I watched as Alex mounted him from behind, his cute ass almost smacking Andre as he started to thrust. It was then that I reached down and put my fingers around the base of Andre’s cock. As he continued to thrust in and out, my fingers kept up their pressure, catching on the last bit of rolled up condom. I would release as Andre sank into me, then squeeze as he pulled out, rolling the rubber up slightly. We repeated this for many strokes, locking eyes for the entire process. I saw a hunger in Andre and felt an animal desire start to take over as he did his part in assisting me in removing the protective sheath from his cock. When there was only one small bit remaining, Andre pulled out of me completely as I slipped the rubber off over his head and deftly placed it in my briefs next to the baggie. Grabbing his bare cock, I guided it back to my hole and pulled on his ass with my other hand. I saw his eyes roll back as his raw dick penetrated my hole. He had a delicious smile on his face as our deception played out, my boyfriend fucking his boyfriend right next to us. They were lost in their own private moment, completely oblivious to the secret connection between Andre and me. As he slid into me balls deep, I pulled Andre down for a deep kiss, our tongues intertwining. I could feel him throbbing inside me, and could swear I felt my ass get a little wetter, probably his precum lubing me from deep inside. By means of some serious twisting I was able to whisper in his ear “Man, I want your toxic cum inside me, bro. I want you to charge me up!” He picked up his rhythm then as we heard the sound of Jake’s body slapping against Alex’s as he pounded him hard. Andre grabbed my legs and spread them wide, taking an opportunity to look down at his huge bare dick sliding in and out of my hole. I patted the small bulge in my briefs, indicating the un-ingested PrEP pills and his rubber. I pulled my briefs to the side so my dick could escape, grabbed the condom and quickly rolled it onto my cock. I could tell by Jake’s breathing that he was getting close to cumming. I nodded to Andre in their direction, letting him know we had to make this happen. He responded by fucking me harder than I’ve ever been fucked before - a passion I’d never experienced erupted from his muscle body. He was deep dicking me, long strokes, his huge black ball sac slapping my ass on every insertion. Meanwhile I stroked my rubber-clad dick with vigor, only to hear Jake grunt “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” Jake’s pace increased, and the grunts and groans that accompanied his orgasm pushed Andre over the edge. Staring directly into my eyes, he mouthed the words, “I’m gonna breed u” as he shoved in deep one last time. I felt an explosion inside me as his cock propelled jet after jet of diseased cum into my guts. The realization that I’d finally made it happen - I’d taken my first poz load - and that it was happening with my boyfriend right next to me, clueless, it made me shoot my three day load and fill the condom I’d slipped from Andre just moments earlier. Rope after rope invaded my hole from Andre as my own cum overflowed the rubber that was covering my cock. As I felt the bed shifting when Alex and Jake were turning to see how we were getting along, I swiftly pushed Andre’s now softening cock from my hole and pulled the rubber from mine in one motion. I held it down next to his monster and stroked his cock as I pretended to remove it from him. I held it up to Jake as he held his up, both of us tying off the cum-filled rubbers and letting them drop onto the floor, as the four of us collapsed in a heap on the bed. Jake kissed me deeply as we watched Alex and Andre make out a bit. I then pulled Andre down to me and as our breathing began to calm down, I spooned him and whispered into his ear, “I want you two to spend the night. I’m getting Alex’s load too before you guys head out of here.” A smile, a wink, and a sigh as he rolled over and pulled my arm around him. He had no plans to go anywhere any time soon.

This is my first story on here Bald Man Stealths Young Stud Daniel was sitting at the bar. He was from a small town in Oklahoma and recently transferred to a college in Miami. His hometown was extremely conservative, and he always had to hide the fact he was gay and always participated in masculine activities to hide it. He was on the football and baseball teams, and even had girlfriends to add to the illusion, but deep down, he knew that all he wanted was to get fucked hard by men. The only time he had ever had any gay experience was a time he jerked off in a bathroom with another guy while in Tulsa. But that was going to change tonight- and he would remember it forever. Daniel participates in intra-mural sports because he still likes athletics, keeping his body fit. He was around 5'10", trimmed his body hair very short, and has thick black hair and slightly tanned skin. His dick isn't huge (around 6.5") but he didn't intend on topping tonight. The bar that he was in was not too lively. It was a place to pick up guys and go fuck. He saw it on a website- it was far from his campus and was quite low-key. Even in Miami, he still didn't feel ready to come out. But what he didn't know was that this bar was frequented by HIV Postitive men, which he would soon come to know very well. A man approached him at the bar, he was older, had a swimmer's body, and he was around 45 and had a shaved head and a thick beard to match. Daniel always had an affinity men that looked like him. He was around 6'3", so he was substantially taller than him. The man looked at him and asked with a deep voice, "Can I buy you a drink?" Daniel looked at him, smiled, and said, "Sure. Just a beer is fine." "Well you heard him, a beer for the him please," he said to the bartender. The bartender quickly filled up a glass from the tap, placed a napkin on the bar, followed by the beer. "You don't look like you're from around here," the man said, noting Daniel's mannerisms and conservative way of dress. "I'm not. I'm actually from Bumfuck, USA," Daniel said while the man laughed. "You remind me of when I was your age. In college in a new city, looking to fuck the nearest man I could find," he said. "I moved here when I was around 19, and it has been a wild time. I'm Sean, by the way." "Daniel." They did the usual small talk about sports, the weather, etc, and drank a few beers until Sean looked at him and said, "Do you want to go back to my place?" Daniel responded with a shaky, "Yeah, sure!" Sean paid for both of their tabs, ordered an Uber, and they headed back to his apartment. When they walked in, Daniel was taken aback. It was on a higher floor of a pretty nice building, overlooking the Miami River with a huge window which took up the entire wall opposite of the entrance. It was night, so you could see the lights of the other buildings, but not much else. Inside the apartment was more interesting. It was a bit cold, and the furniture was quite modern with sharp edges that contrasted the grain of the black hardwood floors. To the right was a modern kitchen with stainless steel appliances and black cabinets. The room was entirely black and white, with only a few blood red accent pieces to break the contrast. To the left, he could see an unlit hallway which he somehow knew would lead down a dark path. Sean dropped his keys into a blood red dish sitting on a black table next to the door, snapping Daniel out of the almost hypnotic fugue the apartment gave him. "Wow this place is... nice," Daniel said in a wavering voice. It truly was nice compared to his shitty dorm room. "Do you want a drink?" Sean said as he made his way into the Kitchen area. "Sure," Daniel responded. Sean opened the freezer pulling out a bottle of vodka, and said, "Is vodka soda alright?" "Yeah," Daniel said. Sean poured two drinks and walked over and handed on to him. He looked at Daniel and commented, "You look nervous." "Yeah its just that... I've never really... done this before." "What, hook up with a random guy you just met in a bar before?" Sean said with a laugh. "Among other things," Daniel said, feeling a bit more relaxed. "It's alright. I used to be nervous doing this sort of thing too. It takes practice," he said slyly as he took the empty glass from Daniels hand and placing both glasses on the table. Daniel looked at him for a second and felt his face flush as Sean looked him in the eye. Sean then embraced and kissed him. Daniels legs felt wobbly. Daniel wondered whether it was the booze or how good it felt to finally touch a man like this. The kissing became more intense as Sean began unbuttoning his shirt. Daniel immediately went for his chest and began his descent. He took a pause at his belly button and noticed a biohazard tattoo and wondered what that meant. He didn't wonder for very long as he began to unbuckle Sean's belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, and pulling them down. Underneath was a pair of white boxer briefs which struggled to keep what looked like a huge package contained. He pulled them down too, exposing what was an 8 inch dick and about as round as a beer can. He began sucking and jerking it, struggling with its size. Sean tilted his head back and let out a moan of pleasure. After a few minutes, Sean nudged him up and said, "Let's go to the bedroom." He took of his shoes, socks, and pants from around his ankles and headed for the hallway. Daniel followed, undressing himself completely on the way. The bedroom was similarly designed like the rest of the apartment. Black woods floors, white walls, and a black bed with blood red bedding atop of it. Sean turned around, embraced Daniel and kissed him once again. He reached down and stroked Daniel's hard cock for a few seconds. Immediately after, Sean took Daniel and pushed him on the bed and started sucking his dick. Daniel started moaning, looking down at Sean as he expertly pleasured him. He placed a hand on his completely smooth head and closed his eyes enjoying the moment. He started to tense up and said, "I think I'm gonna cum." Sean pulled up and said, "I'm not near finished with you yet." He flipped him over and started licking his asshole. Daniel moaned harder, never feeling any sensation like this before. After about 30 seconds of this, Sean pushed his index finger at his hole. "Damn you've got a tight ass," as he began sliding his finger into Daniel's virgin hole. Daniel let out a moan as Sean began fingering his with no lube. He immediately added another finger and pushed them deep into his hole. He twisted them around, and Daniel could feel his fingernails dig into the wall of his hole. Daniel thought that this must just be how it is as he moaned into the blood red pillow, writhing in ecstatic pleasure. Sean pulled his fingers out and said, "Turn over. I want to look at you while I do this." Daniel obliged, turn over and putting his legs around Sean as he got between them. Sean spit on his hand, rubbed it on his dick, and started pushing at Daniel's hole. A thought crossed Daniel's mind to ask him to put on a condom, but it felt so good right now he didn't even care. As Sean managed to get his rock hard dick inside his tight hole, Daniel's eyes shot wide open as he let out a pained moan and gripped the blood red fabric of the bed spread. Sean leaned over him, kissing him as he started fucking him. Daniel felt Sean's dick picking up the pace, feeling the friction of the skin on skin struggling to be lubricated with only a bit of spit. Daniel was in a state of utter pleasure looking at Sean in the eye while he was getting fucked. After a few minutes Sean's fucking was getting more desperate. He was feeling his own pleasure peaking. Sean said, "I'm gonna cum." Daniel thought about asking him to pull out, but before the thought could come out of his mouth, Sean kissed him again. Daniel came right then, without touching his dick, feeling himself being pumped full of Sean's cum. Sean slowed down, moaning through the painful pleasure of fucking after you've cum. He pulled out and collapsed beside Daniel as they both panted, both of them staring at the ceiling while they lay on the blood red bed. Daniel did not know at that moment that Sean would be a part of him forever.

2002 Has there ever met someone that you instantly hated for no good reason? For me that person was Matt. "Matt" was what he went by, but his real name was 'Ahmat" or something like that. He was from the Middle East somewhere. He was hired by my boss to work on our staff and I hated him from the first day. I didn't know why exactly. I wasn't in the grips of hate for the Middle East that had struck our country after 9/11 and was further inflamed by the Bush administration. I was, and always will be, a bleeding heart liberal. Maybe it was because he was my age and I'd always been the youngest guy in my department -- I was 'The Boy Wonder'. Possibly it was his dark good looks that intimidated me. I wasn't a bad-looking man, but Matt was smoldering. Seriously. The guy had a gorgeous five o'clock shadow at 11 am. I hadn't grown up enough to recognize how destructive jealousy can be. Or maybe it was because he was cordial and well-liked by everybody. I just decided he was 'arrogant'. I was certain he thought he was better than me in every way. So I hated him. Hated everything about him. He had a cellphone and I didn't. He dressed fashionably and I was super casual. Every time he tried to make small talk with me, I'd just glare at him and answer with one or two words. He seemed a bit confused by my hostility because I was pals with most everybody else in the office. Eventually he gave up trying to get to know me. I would just stew in hatred every single time I saw him. I was in therapy back then and I brought the subject of Matt to her. She agreed that some of it was envy, but she brought up something I'd never thought of... "Often, hate is irrational. Sometimes we hate a person because we recognize some aspect of ourselves in. Maybe there's something you hate about yourself that you see in Matt". I didn't dismiss the idea, but he and I shared nothing in common except our age. I kept thinking of her words and trying to work it out for myself The dismal holiday season was approaching and our boss had decided we needed to have a Christmas gathering. Ugh. I hated forced mirth. But at least there would be free booze. We all met up at a martini bar after work one cold night and the mood had been generally light that whole day. So I was happy because I didn't think people from the Middle East could drink alcohol or even be around it so Matt wouldn't be there. All twelve of us settled at a large table in this trendy place. I'd never had a martini before, but wanted to try one. Nobody had warned me how powerful they were or told me to sip them and not chug them like beer. I got really happy really fast. We were all laughing and having a decent time when Matt walked in. Of course he had a really nice, stylish coat and was dressed up. He was wearing these expensive -looking leather shoes -- with no socks. What the hell? It was December. My mood declined when he sat right across from me. It was the only open chair. Bummer. He ordered a martini and was his usual popular self with all our coworkers. I sulked and stewed. Most of the guys I worked with had families and so the party kept getting smaller as people left. And then it was just the two of us left. I ordered two more martinis while he was still working on his first. That made me irrationally angry. Well, self-control wasn't the thing we had in common. He didn't even notice we were the only ones left because he was constantly on his goddamn cellphone. Talking quietly in his whatever language. He held a pinkie in his non-phone ear to block out the noise from other people. Arrogant. When he finished his conversation he looked around and noticed it was just us left. He felt as awkward as I felt drunk. I needed to order a Coke or something to sober up. I only lived a few a few streets over, but this town had an abundance of cops. A DUI would really wreck the night. When the waitress arrived, I ordered a soda. "Don't like martinis so much?" He actually spoke to me. I was feeling a tug-of-war between surprise and anger. "Actually too much. I've had five already". He smiled brilliantly. Perfect white teeth of course. "Here. Finish mine. I have a bad stomach and it's giving me fits right now". I had a roll of Tums in my pocket and offered him a couple. He chewed them appreciatively. I went back and forth from the soda the waitress brought and his mostly full martini. The tension was gone and he looked right at me. "Can I ask you something?" I was preparing myself for what I knew he was going to ask. "Why do you dislike me so much?" "I've been trying to figure that out" I said, staring down at the table "Maybe I just don't like how arrogant you are". "What? How?" "You think you're so perfect. You dress better than anybody and look perfect and are good at everything. You probably have a perfect life". I was drunk for sure. There was silence and I expected him to leave. "You really think I have a perfect life? Seriously?" Thank God it was Friday. I had the whole weekend to forget this exchange of words. On Monday I could just go back to hating him like normal. "Want to know who I was on the phone with?" He was so beautiful. "Your girlfriend?" "No. My mother who I live with. She has bone cancer and is going through chemo. She doesn't speak English and I'm the only person in the world she has to talk to". "Oh. Sorry". "You think I have a perfect life? I'm the only child of two immigrants from India. I was a baby when we got here. My dad dropped dead when I was three and we were so poor and then homeless for a year. My Mom did her best to find work and make sure I went to school. We scrapped and saved and survived. I bet your childhood was better". I looked down, ashamed. "Yeah". "Once I was old enough, I worked any terrible job I could find. I was 19 when I first started whoring". Whoa. i sucked as a human. "Yeah. I was out on the streets of St. Louis every single night. I caught every disease you can name. My health isn't so great now and I take about nine pills a day. I like to dress up because I feel like nice clothes because I feels like it disguises my past. Hides me". I lowered my head and felt so much shame. Instinctively, I reached across the table and grabbed his hand. "I'm so, so sorry". "Now I've got a good job and my only living relative is dying. How's that for 'perfect'?" I looked up and saw that he was looking right at me. We'd avoided eye contact for so long that I forgot how extremely handsome this man was. "I apologized. I'll be different now. I'll be nice". I realized my voice sounded like a child's. I needed to leave now. I stood up and wobbled a little. "Let me drive you home. You're a little out of it". "Please". He led me out into the cold night, with his arm around my back. We got to his car -- which was way more modest than I would have ever guessed. It was junk, basically. Who knew? We got in and before either of us could fasten our seat belts, we started kissing. Maybe it was the booze or the intimacy of the conversation, but we made out for a good ten minutes right there in the parking lot. His stubble had rubbed my lips raw and his mouth tasted like some sort of paradise. There was an eventual stopping point. The heat had kicked on and he had talk radio on. "My mom always played talk or sports on the radio to help me speak English better". "I'd like to meet her". "Really? I'd love that! We're not far from our house. She's probably still awake, but she might not be feeling well right now. We can check and maybe watch TV or something". "Great". Were we boyfriends now? I had no experience at anything like this. I'd just had my first kiss five minutes ago. "Are you warm enough?" "Yeah. Why don't you ever wear socks?" He laughed. "You're drunk. And very American. We're always barefoot at home and I just hate wearing shoes, let alone socks. You grew up on a farm, right?" "Yeah. How did you know?" "Oh, I've asked around. I wanted to know more about you and what you were all about". Wow. I wondered what he heard, but we were suddenly at his house. It was very small and in a kind of crappy neighborhood. He parked in the crumbling driveway and insisted on getting out first and helping me up to the door. He nuzzled my neck a little. We kissed again for a few seconds and then he unlocked the door. I smelled garlic right away. I mean it had soaked into everything. Or maybe the smell was curry. Didn't Indian people eat lots of curry? I was such a hick. Matt kicked off his shoes right away. His feet were so hairy. I stood there dumbly with my coat still on. "Let me have your coat. She's got the thermostat on really high. I'll go see if she's still awake". I stood there in the front room and looked around. Everything was so neat and yet kind of chaotic at the same time. It seemed foreign. Barefooted Matt came back and said "She's passed out, but her breathing is good and steady". I smiled. "Good". "We can go watch TV in my room if you want". "OK" "At least take off your shoes. It's weird to see shoes in this house". So I stepped out of my loafers and arranged them neatly by the door. He led me to his room and I noticed it was small. Very small. My childhood bedroom was bigger. He clicked the television on, and It was that stupid comedy channel where they never show anything comical at all. He turned the volume way down. The TV was the only light we had which was fine by me. I was sure my eyes were red...and his were so beautiful. "Well, I'm going to get comfortable". He then stripped down to nothing. He was the hairiest man I'd ever seen. I could barely see his dick through all the bush he had down there. I guess he saw me looking. "Why don't you get naked too, Farm Boy". So I did. And then we laying on his twin bed, on top of the covers because it was so warm in here. I was lost. Where was this going? I wondered if I should do something or just try to sleep or watch whatever shit was on. He answered for me by climbing on top of me. He just stayed there and we looked at each other. God, he was hairy! And we was sweaty. He stretched out one arm and turned a bedside lamp. "I want you to see and remember everything about tonight. Promise you're not too drunk to remember this". "I'm good, Matt". "We'll see". He kissed me and ground his hips on mine for a long time. I felt his big boner and really wanted to see it. All of this was new. "If you really want me to see everything, you'll show me that dick of yours". He spread his knees and sat up. There it was. "Glorious" is the only word I had. It was beautiful like the rest of him. Not huge or anything, but very healthy-sized and hard as a rock. At first I thought he was uncut, but he wasn't....the doctor had just left him with a nice amount of foreskin. Or maybe he was. I had never seen another dick this close before. "You like?" "Can I kiss it?" He got lower and I took the head in my mouth. He didn't force anything at all. He left it up to me to suck as much of it as I wanted. He said something foreign under his breath and groaned. I was actually do this right. Amazing. I took him deeper and grabbed his perfect ass to let him know that he could take over. Oh boy, did he. He was riding my mouth for a while and getting more forceful. I wondered if he would ejaculate and wondered if I really wanted him to. And then he lifted away from me. "I don't want to cum anywhere near you, Farm Boy. We should stop now. We'll jerk off together or something". I pulled him back down to me and we kissed. Then I urged him up higher so I could have his butt on my face. I just wanted that. Badly. "Not the greatest idea, kid". I didn't listen to him. I pushed my lips up between his cheeks and planted a big kiss on his hole. He started to hesitate, but I held his legs and knew it was feeling good to him. And then he gave up and started to hump my mouth with his ass. I used my tongue and passion to guide his pleasure. I knew I what was doing somehow. He started moaning and muttering words in his language. But then it stopped. "We can't go any further!" "What if I want to?" "We can't because I have AIDS, you dumb hick!" "I'm not dumb". "Sorry. I just want to protect you. You're green and don't know anything". "I know I want you to make love to me". "No way. I don't even have condoms". "Perfect". "You don't know what you're asking for". "I'm not even asking at this point, Matt. You will fuck me!" He surrendered and started spreading my legs far apart. He planted that hairy dick in my ass. It hurt, but not horribly like I'd always thought. I'd felt more pain before -- just not in that spot. "God, this is a mistake". But he started thrusting, giving in to his natural urge to plant seed. His pace quickened and I reached around to grab his ass to make sure he didn't try to pull out. And then he wasn't moving anymore. He was completely still and whispering foreign words. We lay side by side silently for a minute or two. "Are you OK? Did I hurt you?" "I feel perfect". "We'll see". We slept together and I got to feel his hairy warmth all night. Matt's hairy feet were cold though, and I woke up every time they touched my leg, but I was so in love with him that I didn't care. So now we're a couple. I'm HIV+ and he hates that, but I'm strangely loving it. I told him "Now you have more family. We share the same DNA".

After work, this past Tuesday I got a motel room and posted an advertisement on Craigslist, which said 'Anonymous, motel room door ajar, lights off, porn on the TV'. My favorite scene. In total seven guys showed up, which, considering the number of guys who flake out, is pretty good for this kind of scene. The room was dark so I didn't get a good look at anyone but all were decently hung. There were four black guys, one Hispanic, and two white guys. I took three loads in my ass, one on my face, one down my throat and two guys insisted on using condoms. (I ate their loads out of the condoms once they left.) All in all a very good night!

irthday Gifts Cast of Characters Paul: 18 (birthday Boy) b. 1999 Sean: 21 (middle brother) b. 1996 Kyle: 24 (oldest Brother) b. 1993 William: 26 (uncle) b. 1991 Charles: 41 (Dad) b.1976 Josie: 41 (Mom, Lesbian), b. 1976 Sally: 43 (mom’s live in girlfriend) b. 1974 Cody: 18 (Diver, BFF, cuddle buddy) b. 1999 Jose: 18 (Soccer player, Boyfriend) b. 1999 Frank: 59 (Grandfather) b. 1957 Assorted other twinks, daddies, persons 18-71 I can’t say I have a really normal family, as many of my friends can confirm we are unique. Let me introduce myself and my family so you can see just how not normal we are. I’m Paul, born when everyone was parting like it’s 1999, throwing caution to the wind in preparation for the millennium. I’m 6’1” and weigh in somewhere around 145, I have deep blue eyes sandy blond hair and a athletic build. I swim and dive competitively and play soccer in the fall. I have two brothers, Sean who just turned 21, a junior in college studying medicine. He is 6’ and carries a 160 pound frame. He also is athletic and played football in high school. Then there's Kyle. He is 24, 6’2 and 160 pounds, has a hot athletic body. In high school he both played basketball and wrestled. Kyle is a grad student at the local university which both he and Sean attend. Then there is William, my uncle, who is more like a big brother than an uncle. My Dad Charles has always encouraged me to bond with his little bro as our ages were so much closer, so Uncle Will, my brothers and I are a close knit family. Even my Grandpa Frank would come around and wrestle with us boys. Now one thing I haven’t mentioned is the Gay Gene - it runs rampant in my family. Grandpa Frank has had a string of lovers, spare “uncles” for us through the years. William was a late baby that he had conceived with Grandma during a night of rambunctious partying in the 90’s. Dad and mom dated in high school to silence the rumors and both really wanted kids, so during their senior year Dad jerked into a cup and Mom inseminated herself with a kitchen implement. I don’t think they ever actually had sex in all the years they had been married. Each went through life with with one or another partner, weaving themselves into the fabric of our lives. Well today is my birthday. I'm sure what my family has planned - if anything at all, but you only turn 18 once, so I think they have something up their sleeves. Today started out as any other Friday: my middle brother awoke me when his alarm went off at 6:00 AM. I was met in the kitchen by my mom and older brother who happened to be home for a change. I think he was dropping off his laundry for mom to handle. I ate a quick protein rich breakfast then headed out to school to see if I could catch Cody at the pool and swim some laps with him before school officially started. Cody was already in the pool when I arrived and smiling his usual big shit eating grin when he generally saw me. We each did 12 laps then rinsed off and dressed for class. Classes seemed boring, and dragged on, it seemed like the clock was going two clicks forward and three back. School only had a month to go till graduation and I was beginning to look forward to being valedictorian this year. My grades were off the charts, even in my AP classes. Sixth period finally arrived and I headed back to the gym and aquatic complex to do my training in the pool. After an hour or so I noticed my middle brother standing on the side of the pool. He told me he had stopped by to pick me up. Now I knew something was in the works. As I finished my last laps my hunky brother came down to the pool and offered me my towel as I exited the pool. He went so far as to actually wrap it around my shoulders and patting my back dry. I began to harden up in my Speedo trunks, as he walked me back to the locker room. As we opened the locker room door and I walked towards my locker he directed my away from my locker and into the team room. Now, the team room was were the various sports teams would come together before a meet or event and get a pep talk from one or all the coaches. As we entered the room, I was greeted by a lot of my jock friends, a couple of the coaching assistants. All were weating athletic gear denoting their sport. I am a huge sports gear nut, so seeing them all wearing the gear and only a jock straps boned me up. Soon I was tenting my swim trunks as the Lycra was not able to confine my monster snake. They all sang happy birthday to me and then Cody and Jose began rubbing on me, paying close attention to my raging cock. My towel soon disappeared, soon followed by Cody slipping my trunks off my legs, having me lay down on the bench. Jose and I had been going out together for a year but we only kissed and cuddled. We never did anything particularly sexual, beyond groping each other, but today, on my 18th birthday, Jose slipped his cock to my lips, moistening them with his precum. Opening my mouth in invitation, Jose slipped the knob into my moist throat, his eight inches sliding down effortlessly. Some would label me a natural cock sucker. As I deep throated Jose, I felt a warm mouth envelope my rock hard cock, which made it even harder - if that was possible. I guessed Cody was sucking my dick, but as I was busy being skull fucked by Jose, I couldn't take the time to confirm as much. In any event, Jose and (I assume) Cody both worked me over for a while. I sensed the other dozen guys had closed ranks. Several of the guys were stroking themselves, a few were massaging a buddy's cock, and still a couple had progressed to rendering head to a teammate. We were having an orgy in the team room. This was wild. Sean had moved up in the crowd and was standing beside Cody who had stopped sucking my raging boner. I lay there, my cock dripping with precum. Without saying a word, Cody lowered himself on my shaft, impaling himself on my nine and a half inch tool. Holy shit. I was fucking my BFF, as, at the same time, I deep throated my boyfriend. Sean dropped down and was working the area between where my cock was penetrating Cody and my virgin hole. The sensation was incredible. As his saliva dripped onto my ass pucker he began fingering it into my hole, sliding his finger in and out, touching a spot that drove me into orbit. Then he withdrew his fingers from my ass, and slid two fingers into Cody's ass, alongside my cock. Naturally Cody groaned in pleasure. Jose pulled his cock from my throat and made me worship the head and top of the shaft while Sean pushed Cody into position so he was laying on my torso. Cody and I began to make out and as we aso tried to service Jose’s rigid shaft. Sean, however, decided then to align his cock with mine, pushing against Cody's puckered rosebud, sliding back and forth until the head stretched out Cody’s hole and popped in. Suddenly Cody was tight again: not only was I was sloshing around in Cody's boy cunt, my brother’s cock was riding next to mine as both of us pumped his tool in and out of the Cody's ass, pistoning in sync and alternate strokes. At that moment Sean leaned down and whispered in Cody’s ear just loud enough for me to hear “Ready for a second dose of my toxic seed boy? It felt great lubing you up earlier with my poisoned cum so you could ride my little brother's hard cock. Now, take my poz cum, you little diver whore.” Sean began pumping seed into Cody’s stretched and sloppy ass. I could feel his cock pulse against mine with each spurt. This pushed me over the edge and I also blew my load into Cody, so he took both of our loads, which filled his ass, each of us blowing until neither could spurt any more cum. Jose, sensing our climax, began shoot his load between our mouths, covering our faces with his spunk. Several other guys also stepped forward, each spraying his load across our bodies. Sean leaned down and licked the cum from Cody’s back and ass. As we pulled out a couple of the guys leaned in and licked the cum from Cody’s gaping hole. One or two even mounted him as he lay against my chest, each pumping his seed into Cody's hot cummy orifice.

I used to just cheat on my boyfriend to get loads, so when he broached the subject of having an open relationship, I was quite receptive, particularly as that way there would be much less sneaking around. Naturally we agreed to some rules, of of which is we can't bareback with other guys. Unknown to my boyfriend, however, that is a rule with which I cannot comply. Another rule is that we've agreed to share our experiences with one another. I am in complete agreement with that rule. We love hearing about each other's fun, but obviously I leave out the little detail that I generally get bred by each guy with whom I play. I am white, 25, live in Orlando and love putting myself in risky situations, such as the following story. One of my buddies loves breeding me, and when one day he messaged me asking when I would next be free, I replied I could be at his place within 10 minutes. As I walked out the door, I gave my boyfriend a kiss, I said "I'm going out," which is our code which signifies I was going out for dick. MY friend was a little taller than me, so average dude height, and in his late 20s. We chatted a bit about life and what not before he gestured for me to move to his bedroom, where, once there we began making out. Within seconds I pushed him onto his bed, stripped off his clothing and went down on his cock as I struggled to remove my own clothing. His cock quickly rose to a full, heavy erection. His cock is a respectable 7 inches (18cm). It is also somewhat thick, certainly much thicker than most cocks, even if it wouldn't be labeled a beer can cock. I jumped up and grabbed my poppers and my favorite silicone lube which I knew I would need as his cock is a bit too thick for my tight hole. I also just really really love poppers. Straddling him, I slowly sat on his cock, taking hits every few minutes to keep the euphoria going. He made me bounce on his cock for about 15 minutes before he told me he was close and wanted to fuck me another way. That was fine by me since my legs were super sore from the bouncing. Getting me on all fours, I took another hit as he re-entered me. Being fucked this way was so much easier for me to control the popper bottle and be absolutely ravaged. He kept fucking until he wanted me on my back. I obliged, keeping him inside me as I swung my leg over his head. Placing his forearm on my throat, he rapidly thrust into me a minute more before unloading deep in my hole. ******************************************************** After I left his place sat in the parking lot of my buddy's apartment and went on Grindr, messaging a guy I had blown off earlier as I hadn't the time to play, but now I was ready. Fortunately he answered, readily agreeing to get together. His address was a short five minute ride, which is one of the advantages of living in a city. Anyhow, I arrived at his place and laid eyes on a Hispanic guy, quite buff, around my height, so he was in truth a bit smaller than the average man. Once the door was closed he pinned me to the wall and made out with me as he quite literally dragged me down the hall to his room. We rounded corners and stumbled about in excitement, knocking some photographs off the wall in the process. He didn't care - he needed release. Arriving at his room, he wanked my pants down and stripped off his underwear, which was all he had been wearing. Pushing me onto his bed, he grabbed his lube and poppers, giving me the latter, and recommending I take several deep and long hits. Throwing my legs in the air, he unceremoniously rammed his cock into my hole, fucking me with an animalistic fury. Honestly it was a great fuck, and his cock just big enough to be extremely pleasurable. His pounding continued for less than ten minutes before he grabbed my chest and shoulders and rhythmically squeezed, each squeeze coinciding with a copious, thick jet of cum shooting into my ass. Afterwards he thanked me, asking me to message him again when I wanted his load. **************************************** The final load of the night came a few hours later when a guy I knew contacted me asking if I wanted to get together to watch some movies and have some fun. No problems with me. He lived about 15 minutes away and when I arrived he was standing outside, greeting me warmly as I stepped out of the car. Fast-forward 45 minutes his dick was in my ass as for the second time he unloaded. At the start of the second movie, Magic Mike, he slid a 13 inch alien dildo from Bad Dragon inside my hole. The dildo is actually designed to insert objects deep inside the anus, but thankfully we didn't do that but DPing me with the dildo was the only way he could finish his third and final orgasm. Poppers or not, DPing fucking hurt, but I wouldn't have it any other way. ******************************************************** Thanks guys for reading. I've been a lurker here forever and finally found myself sufficiently confident enough to share some of my experiences.

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* continued Finally I'm getting dicked! I got some earlier, but now both ends; things are looking up!!! I've got 9" in my Cum Hole pushing the previous loads down my quivering thighs. And a good fat 8" in my throat swelling more and more! Now out of the corner of my eye on my right I can make out; 4,5,6, or more circling around me. As they come in around me some grab at me, some start in; "your a horny little hole, aren't you!" "You love that cock in you don't you slut!" "We are going to fuck you till daylight, then take you to another party and let them have you!" Just then Sam starts pounding me from behind growling, "who's gonna Fuck this tight little Cum Hole next!" As he thrusts in me past the hilt and holds; I can feel him pulse as his Cum fills me with sticky goodness! I keep grinding as he slips from me and moves aside. The one in my throat starts, "gnee gnee gnoooohh yeah!" filling my throat till it fills my mouth and runs out down my chin and onto my chest * to be continued

* continued "that's her, the cum slut? Oh wow...." I hear that and know its my cue, I start to wiggle my little ass and gyrate my hips as if my life depended on having multiple Hard Cocks sliding in & out of my Cock Slot. And at this moment, nothing seemed more true!!! I halfway glanced over my shoulder and, oh boy, was pleased with what I saw! This new fella pulled a wad of bills out of his pocket and threw them down on David's desk as he kept walking towards me. "Take care of that would you please sir, while I take care of this" he said to David reaching out to rub my still Cummy hole. At his touch I arched back spreading my legs more, opening my hole, releasing some of the Cum deposited in me earlier! "You weren't kidding about a Cum Slut, were you!" he exclaimed.... To which I opened up even more for him! As more Cum flowed from my hole David asked, "do you want this now, or should I hang on to it?" holding up a Fat Sack. "Right here please sir!" my new friend said. "I'm Sam little Miss Cum Hole, we are going to have us a time!" I just squealed and opened my legs even farther, as I heard him doing something with the bag David had handed him. The next thing I know I feel a finger then two in my hole; and then a burning sensation... Mmmm, booty bump! I don't know how much he put in me; but it kept burning a little for some time. I hear Sam's zipper and then feel a hunk of Cock Meat slapping against my hungry hole. Now I am backing up as if I won't make it another minute without Hard Cock in me!!! As he starts teasing me with his, at least 9" Cock, I hear the door again... "Alright we're just in time! Oh and David, I hope its cool; there's four more cars coming!" David starts to speak, but the new guy cuts him off; "yes you know all of them, and none of them owe you!" David just says, "well ok, then make yourself at home?" The new guy nods hands David some cash saying "please sir?" as he walks around in front of me pulling out a semi hard Cock and offers it to me. I lick my lips, look up at him, and ask; "for me?" as I swallow him whole! Then behind me Sam says, "hell I'm just teasing myself now!" and slides his entire length in my hungry, hungry Cock Hole.... * to be continued

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Please be gentle this is my first story: Park Toilets, The First Visit After having had two girlfriends, at the age of 30 I was starting to explore my bi side by chasing cock in public toilets and I was starting to realise I enjoyed sex with guys far more than I had with females. Sex with guys I found to be much more intense and also appealed to my nasty side. In a gay bar one day I overheard two guys talking about some toilets in a park on the other side of town that had been closed down three years ago and were now overgrown. Apparently someone had forced open the door and the toilets which were well hidden were now being used by the more sleazy type of guys, especially after it got dark as there was no lighting in there. One guy saying that mostly older guys some of whom were HIV used these toilets and that he had heard that hardly anyone in there ever used a condom. Now I was still new to sex with guys and had only been fucked twice, both times I had insisted on the other guy wearing a condom as I did not want to catch anything and on hearing the way guys behaved in these toilets I was somewhat disgusted. However after a couple of weeks my mind kept returning to what the two guys in the bar had said and each time I thought about what was going on in the toilets I was not as disgusted as the previous time. Although I would not admit it to myself after a month I was getting turned on by the thought of the nastiness of the guys in there, fucking strangers bareback etc., I felt my cock twitch each time I thought about what guys were doing in there and decided I would visit the toilets just to have a look. So with a day off work I decided to go to the other side of town and see if the stories were true. Arriving at the park mid afternoon it took me some time to find the toilets as they were quite overgrown, but someone had made a small gap in the hedge for guys to climb through. I went in through the half open door, which was bent over and wedged and before I could take anything in, the most revolting smell of stale piss hit me. It was obvious that guys still used the toilets but there was now no water to clean them. Going in round the corner of the toilets I saw there was a long floor trough and three cubicles, all of which had their doors smashed, but there was no one was inside. I breathed both a sigh of relief and of disappointment at finding the toilets empty, at this stage I was still not sure what I wanted if anything, but the nastiness of the place did have an attraction to my more depraved twisted side. I hung round for about 20 minutes, but with no one coming in I got bored and decided to leave and found a nearby bar. After having had three pints I was feeling slightly tipsy and hornier than ever. I walked out of the bar intending to get a taxi back home, but found myself walking back towards the park. It was almost dark as I re-entered the park and in the dark struggled to find the gap in the hedge, having found the gap I went back into the now dark toilets and sensed more than saw two bodies at the far end. I slowly edged towards the two bodies and as I got close in the dim moonlight I saw both guys were naked. They were both kissing each other as they wanked each others cocks. Looking closer at the two guys I shuddered as I saw they were both unattractive, their bodies looked drained and obviously both guys were over 60 years of age. Despite my disgust at these two ugly old farts, I couldn't stop my cock getting hard at the nastiness of the situation of two old naked men having sex in the most disgusting toilets I had ever been in. As I was watching the two guys one beckoned to me and then put his hand around my head and started to kiss me, gently at first, but then started sticking his tongue down my throat. I couldn't believe how hot and horny this felt and despite his age I just couldn't stop myself from returning his tongue action. The other guy started to strip off my clothes and before I really thought about it all my clothes were on the top of theirs and here I was a 30 year old man naked with two naked decrepit old guys over twice my age. But amazingly despite their outward looks of tired drained old bodies both had really big, hard and horny looking cocks, which I was soon sucking. As I was bent over sucking one of the guy's cocks, the other guy started to rub his cockhead over my brown hole, this was the first time I had felt a bare cock rub my hole and I loved the sensation it gave me. He then started to work one then two fingers up inside me and I realised he was getting my hole loosened to fuck me, I did stop sucking the other guy's cock and turned and told him I would only be fucked with a condom, to which he replied that he didn't have a condom and that he would just play around and once again started rubbing his cock over my hole. The guy whose cock I was sucking handed me a bottle, I had heard of poppers but never used them, but with the nastiness of the situation this seemed the perfect time to try them. Wow, I could not believe the buzz they gave me, as the guy behind me said "Don't panic I am just pushing it in an inch so you can see how bare cock feels" and with that he sunk his cockhead an inch or maybe a bit more into my unprotected cunt. I was given another hit of the poppers as the guy behind kept moving his large cockhead in and out of me and any pain I had originally felt soon disappeared and I was starting to enjoy the feel of his old cock inside me as he pushed even more of his large cock into me. I was both excited and afraid at the thought of having unprotected sex and said to him "What ever you do, please don't cum inside me". He replied "Don't worry I wont" and started thrusting a bit faster in me. As I continued sucking the cock of the guy in front of me, he started to piss straight into my mouth, which I began to swallow. Piss as much as anything gets me horny and with the nastiness of the place, being fucked by a dirty old man and kept being given poppers I was getting to the point where I lost all my inhibitions. I could feel the guy behind me speeding up, in a moment of sanity I asked him whether he was neg or poz, he replied, "I'm poz". The guy in front immediately gave me another hit on the poppers and I could not believe myself when I said, "Do whatever you want, I have gone past caring". The old guy fucking me said, "Do you want my poz load in you". I shouted back, "Infect me if you want, shoot your poz cum deep inside me, knock me up, I want to be pozzed" and with that I heard him groan and moan and felt his cum shooting inside my unprotected body. It was less than a week before I returned to the toilets looking for more nasty fun.

As I approached the beautiful shore house, the front door of which had been left slightly ajar, I pretty much knew how this was going to go down. I entered the foyer and had begun to climb the stairs to the bedroom when I heard a voice from the living room. "In here!" Well, this was different. I had been fucking this couple for over a year. I found them on a4a when I was living on the Jersey Shore (not the TV Jersey Shore, the nice Jersey Shore). They were a committed couple in their mid forties, both in good shape and in their relationship. Tom (6'0, 240, Beefy Built Daddy) was the top and Jerry (5'8, furry otter build) was the total bottom. Turned out, Tom has a versatile side and while they rarely played with others, when they did it was a top who would fuck them while they were on all fours side by side. When Tom saw my profile pic: He knew he had to have it deep in his ass and he couldn't wait to see me deep dicking Jerry. Tom set up everything, pursued me aggressively, and offered me one thing to which I couldn't say no: two piggy bottoms with great asses (one furry and round, one meaty and muscular) both of which wanted to take my raw cock. After the first session, during which I blew two loads in Jerry and one in Tom, I could tell that they both loved it, but Tom was clearly especially hooked. When for the first time I slid in balls-deep into Tom's hole, a wild look crossed his face, a look that was reflected in the floor to ceiling mirror on one of the bedroom walls and they faced, side by side, on all fours, so they could watch themselves (and each other) being used. Anyhow, when, on the occasion I first entered Tom's tight hole, he moaned in ecstasy, his eyes locked on mine. His hole opened up but his ass remained tightly wrapped around my shaft as each inch slid deeper in his guts. I sensed when the curvature of my cock dragged across his prostate, particularly as his ass juices went into overdrive, which left his hole amply lubed. Tom never broke his stare with me, and I almost forgot that Jerry was there as we locked eyes and I really got into a good fucking rhythm. Every once in awhile, I drove myself in deep and intentionally hard to pop in a bit deeper and really open him up. Tom gasped in pleasure only to growl two words through his heavy moaning and breathing, "Breed me." After I'd dumped my first load in Tom's guts, we tag teamed Jerry until he got one of Tom's loads and two of mine and his bottom sensibilities were completely satisfied. He quickly ran off to the shower and smiled at Tom as he said, "show our guest out, Tom. And make sure he knows the way. He'll definitely be back." As Tom took me to the door, he stopped me and kissed me, long and deep. As we were kissing, I reached around and smacked his ass and both cheeks in my large hand and he moaned into my mouth. We stopped kissing with a small, semi-awkward laugh and Tom looked at me. "Here's my number. We have to do that again. Us - you and me." He gave me a very satisfied smile, and I took my cue and left. A week went by and I'd only fucked only one new bottom, who was a bit of a disappointment, so needless to say I was horny as fuck. Tom texted me on Friday afternoon asking "Hey, what are you up to, stud?" "Just got home from work, just about to eat, why?" "Want to eat my ass and then breed it?" I stared at the text as my cock began to harden. "Should I head over to your place?" "No," Tom replied. I was confused until he sent, "Send address. I'm coming to you." I quickly began to clean up my place, horny and excited at the thought of fucking Tom...and Jerry, right? He didn't say. Tom showed up alone. Within 30 seconds of stepping into the house, he was on his knees and my cock was deep down his throat. Ten minutes later I had Tom on the sofa on his knees bent over the back looking out the window and moaning like a bitch as I tongue- fucked his hot daddy hole. His "mostly top" daddy hole, I thought as I spread his cheeks and darted my tongue around the edges of his hole before driving my tongue deep and letting my beard tickle and scratch his exposed ass crack and cheeks. I handed Tom a bottle of poppers and smiled suggesting "Take a big hit, Daddy, 'cuz I'm about to breed your ass and claim it as my hole." "You already claimed it when I first felt that cockhead swell as you dumped your seed in me. That cock is amazing, boy. Give it to Daddy." So that became the norm. Once a month or so I was at Tom and Jerry's place fucking them senseless (always making sure that Jerry got more loads that Tom, if only to make Tom crave it more)...and about once a week, Tom was sneaking over to my place or I was going to his while Jerry was working and putting loads in his ass. Tom was texting me daily, taking pics of his ass and sending them to me, wearing jocks to work and sending me pics to entice me to let him come over. I had a couple other bottoms that I fucked here and there to keep things fresh, the occasional random bottom to try out a new hole (who doesn't love breeding a new butt for the first time?!) but Tom was my regular, steady cumdump. I loved filling him up knowing that he went home and his partner had no idea he had just been ass up on my bed a few miles away spreading his ass cheeks and begging for my load. He was a top at home, but that top was my bottom cumdump. So when I arrived at Tom and Jerry's place to breed Tom (knowing Jerry was out of town) I was surprised to be going into the living room. I'd never been in any room in the house other than the upstairs master bedroom and master bathroom. I entered the living room and immediately my cock thicken in my pants as I saw Tom sitting naked on their L-shaped couch. "Thought we'd try something a little different this time. Why don't you get naked, take a seat here on the couch and let me get my mouth on that thick cock. We have time. Let's enjoy ourselves. I know it was only a different location in their house, but sitting on their couch as Tom was on his knees between my legs slobbering and deep throating I was really fucking turned on. Tom was licking my balls now and I slid down the couch a bit, really giving him room to get in there and worship my nuts. Then Tom's tongue darted lower, leaving my balls behind as he took his hands and put them on my legs, going to raise my legs in the air, exposing my butt. I resisted for a moment and thought 'I'm a total top--I don't do things with my ass. Hell, no one's even licked my ass before and I, well, I should stop him. I mean, I'm a total top'. And then I looked down between my legs at the man who was a total top (except when he was giving up his hole to me to breed and seed), and I saw Tom's thick cock, a cock I've watched fuck and breed Jerry many times - well, almost involuntarily I lifted my legs, allowing Tom to place them on his shoulders. Tom flashed a devilish, hungry grin as he looked me in the eyes then looked back at my butt. He leaned forward, his tongue already escaping his lips. Well, it was clear this was going to be a new experience. Stay tuned for Part II

My daddy who has trained me has moved away from Berlin to Hamburg. He's very rough and a week ago forced me to sit on a kind of butt plug which was shaped somewhat like a torpedo and definitely too big, with the result it tore my cunt lips. Initially I thought the problem would heal itself, but after a few days it still was quite painful, so when I saw an advertisement from a doctor in the gay magazine Siegessaule, I reasoned he probably had had patients with similar problems, so I telephoned his office and actually got him on the line, explaining as nonchalantly as possible what I was experiencing. He listened and suggested I come in later that day in the late afternoon, after university. Although it was painful, I biked to his office, and when I met the doctor I found he was somewhat elderly, short gray hair, a mustache and a white coat. He definitely turned me on, and when he had me strip, placing my feet in the stirrups, he could tell as much. Once I was in position and my cunt was visible, he took a good look at my ass and then massaged my hole with an ointment. "There's nothing seriously wrong," he commented, "but you should avoid fucking for a week or so until the wound has healed." He then asked me if I wanted him to give me a more in depth check-up. "Yes," I replied. The doctor then commented I was verdammt eng, i.e, I was damned tight, and that he would need to use a speculum to expand my hole, which he did. The entire time I was not only unable to move, I was also drooling pre-cum. Locking his eyes on mine, he slid his finger into my hole, gave a twist or two, and then simply said "Now, cum." To my amazement that is exactly what happened: my small dick almost exploded, blowing an amazing amount of cum onto my torso. I will be going back for a check-up in a week.

Immunity: Fact or Myth. Allow me to cut to the chase by saying...and I know how crazy this sounds but I truly believe that I'm immune to the virus. I have to be. There is no other answer. I've been thinking a lot lately...not the usual stuff, you know dicks, boys, cum, speed, etc...and I've never thought about it much, if at all, before. But this week I realized that in my 30 years of sexual activity that I've NEVER used a condom. And I once slutted my way through almost an entire dorm of college boys when I was 16! I still find boys dorms hot to this day! I've had one condom on my entire life but I wasn't even having sex, I was just a stupid kid who had found a condom. Thank dog it had already been used or it that would have been really gross. I just fucking hate condoms. Almost as much as I hate the term necessary evil. The condom made my dick look abnormal... it didn't even look like my dick anymore not did it feel like my dick. Hell, it didn't look like any dick I had seen before. And I've most certainly never had one up my ass- not even once. I've never in all my sexual adventures and/or misadventures had someone demand that we use a condom, which is strange because I grew up in the 80's, but this was rural Louisiana and places like New York and LA might as well have been on another planet. But as of four months ago I was HIV neg. How can that be? I've slept with multiple people who knew they were positive. Considering all the cocks I've had in my ass it makes no logical sense. If I were a girl, I'd have more babies than a feral cat! I'm not necessarily a **** either, again I just hate condoms and what happens is what happens....its just not normal. "Luck" is one thing, but this defies all logic. Is there anyone out there who feels that they should without any doubt be positive by now? I know through the years, I've spoken to a few other men who have said the same thing. They feel somehow that they too are also immune. But I was wondering if anyone on this forum had any thoughts on the subject, maybe even data or just share the same experience.

1992 I have this thing for blue-collar guys. I don't know where it originated, but I've never minded too much when there's road construction slowing traffic because it gives me a chance to ogle the crew. They come in all shapes, colors and ages, but I adore them all, especially when I imagine them (1) all clean and dressed-up for a date ... with me, and (2) them totally nude ... with me. Well it was spring and all the sign-holders, diggers and mowers were out everywhere. I really enjoyed the scenery. While the flowers may have already started blooming, I didn't have time to notice them as all the blue collar guys were out in force. Back in '92 I lived in a pretty nice apartment complex in the suburbs and the owner had contracted to have the whole complex landscaped. I have no idea why because it looked quite nice before the work commenced, and now, as the work had begun, the shrubs and trees were all torn out and all the grass had been dug-up, so the only landscaping, so to speak, was the top soil and little flags marking where the utility lines were buried. We did have, however, lots of working men adding beauty to the environment. One day I came home early from work and found a big pickup backed up right against the staircase to my apartment. No big deal, really. I could just climb over the bed of the truck and get about my business. Just as I was starting to do just that, I heard someone call out "Sorry, sorry. You need to get through?" I turned around and saw a guy around my age who had on the crew uniform of green t-shirt, jeans and brown work boots. He wasn't what you'd call 'cute', but was still good looking. He looked like a championship boxer. I don't mean his face had any smashed aspects -- it's hard to explain. All I can say is when I saw him I immediately thought 'boxer'. He was about six inches taller than my height, and his hair was dark brown hair. The tops of his ears and his nose were sunburned, but the thing I noticed most was just how damn hairy he was. Seriously. He had a thick rug peeking out the neck of his collar (in front and back) and also running up each arm. "Let me move it for you." "That's okay, take your time," I replie. As he moved the pickup a few feet forward, I imagined him all clean and dressed-up and wearing nice loafers. And then I pictured him nude. He came back to where I was standing and I just had to ask him what they were planning with all this landscaping. "Oh, it's a massive project. Get ready for a rent increase! The owner wants to add a little hill and some ornamental trees and a cobblestone path. There might also be a waterfall, but the planners haven't worked out where to put it. There was talk of a rock garden, but I haven't heard much about that lately. The owner is kind of a flake." "You've met him? I've never even seen him." "Yeah...and slept with him too." I kept my expression neutral but still friendly. "Oh?" "Yeah. I've done it with a lot of your neighbors --- men and women, but mostly men." "Fringe benefit, I guess." "Exactly. That's why I love apartment complexes: there are lots of single people who are horny - like I always am. I used to charge a fee, but that almost got me in huge trouble once. So I just do it now to get my rocks off. I plain old love to fuck." I listened casually but realized I'd stopped breathing for about a minute. "Hey -- I was about to take my break. Want to go sit in some shade with me?" "Sure," I somehow managed to reply. The only problem was that all the trees were gone now and there was no shade to be found anywhere. "Well", I ventured "we could go up to my place and you take your break there if you want." "That sounds great. Thanks." As we climbed the steps, I thought about what I might have set into motion. Here was a stud who had slept with half of Hidden Mill Apartments while I had never done anything with anybody. Until this point, I was happy with fantasies, porn and masturbating. I'd never even kissed anyone. At 23, I was hopelessly inexperienced. Once we got inside, I was aware that I'd left the blinds closed and it was really dark. My poor plants. I turned on a floor lamp. "This is a nice place. I mean, all of these apartments are nice, but yours is especially nice. Cozy." "Thanks. Take a seat." "My jeans are dirty. Why don't we sit in the kitchen?" "Sure. Want something to drink?" "Got beer?" I didn't. "No, but I've got bottles of seltzer water that are nice and cold." "Perfect." I brought us both one and we sat in a nice contented minute of silence. "What do you do?" "I work for an ad agency writing copy. I usually bring work home with me, but it's been a light week." He craned his head around and looked at my living room. "That couch looks comfortable. Is it?" "Yeah. I fall asleep watching TV there all the time." "Too bad I'm so dirty and sweaty. We could sit there and talk more." "It's okay. Let's go sit there. It's easy to clean." "I've got a better idea. I'll just take my clothes off and then we'll sit." He raised his thick eyebrows. "Sound good?" "No problem, but how much longer do you have left on your break?" "I'll 'fess up. I was done for the day before you even showed up. In fact, I was here when you left for work in the morning at 7. I've been spying on you for a few weeks now". "Oh. Well, great." This was progressing fast. He had planned all of this. I sat frozen at the kitchen table as he took off his boots, socks, jeans and t-shirt, placing them all by the front door and then plopped on the couch in just his white jockey underwear. I'd never clean that couch again. "Get comfortable and come join me!" Oh how I wished I had beer in the fridge. I stripped down to my underwear just like he had done, and carried our bottles of water into the living room, but specifically made a point of not using the coasters. I'm not sure why. I turned the TV on and scrolled the channels until I found one of those ghost-hunting shows. I clicked on that because they were usually boring and quiet with some interesting stuff thrown in once and awhile. "I like these shows. I think I saw a ghost once. It was in my grandma's house." I didn't really listen to the rest of his story because I was looking at his insanely hairy body. I'd never seen so much body hair on a person. I also kept staring at the big bare feet he had propped up on my coffee table. They were at least size 14 or maybe bigger. Realizing I was staring at his feet, he asked "Do you mind that I put my feet up?" "No. I was admiring them." "Well, they're beat up and calloused as hell. Size 15, but the myth isn't true. My dick is much smaller than my shoes." Before I could respond, he took my hand and put it directly on his crotch. It wasn't big, but it was rock hard. Pulling it out, he presented himself for my inspection. His dick was short but very fat ... and an angry shade of red. He stood up and removed his underwear, dropping his shorts with his other clothing. Now I had a clear view of his perfect round ass, which was so hairy I could barely see his ass crack. Taking his seat, he pulled me down to suck on his little mad monster. I did, and it felt natural. I could smell clean sweat and that got me excited. I bobbed my head and sucked with all the sudden passion I felt. I sucked his cock for both of us, in equal measure. I wanted to keep going for hours, but he lifted me off and saying "I'm getting too close." "We could go to my bedroom," I offered. "No. This is good right here. Just lay back'. I did...with a throw pillow under my head. "Wait. Lift your head up and let me put that pillow under your ass." Sure. What ever, I thought. Why not? That's when the sex started. He was trying to slip his fat, stubby cock into my ass. This was, after all, gay sex. The sensation of his forced entry might be described as a combination of a bad burn and a bad cut. I wanted it to stop and was about to tell him as much, but he was focused so fiercely and getting in there, and I specifically remembered him commenting how much he liked to fuck, and so I tried to relax and let him do his thing. It was uncomfortable for just a minute more, but then I reached around and gave him a full body hug as he pumped. His hair felt so good, almost as if I was drowning in pubes, if that makes sense at all. "I'm going to cum in you," he announced. "YES! Do it, man!" "My dick isn't all that clean, and my cum is hazardous. Now think about it and tell me one more time that you want it. Hurry." What? Surely he didn't mean what I thought he meant, so without any exploration I answered "I want you to come in my ass!" And then he did. He was still and his body went limp. We stayed that way for nearly a minute. Afterwards we cuddled and hugged for a little longer. He made an excuse to leave and I was all alone. I had blood on my leg that I cleaned up with a paper towel. There was a big red stain on my couch, but I just turned the cushion over. We got together every day after that except for a week when I was sick with the flu. And then the project was done and he moved on. As the year went on, I noticed I was weaker and thinner. I never got his number. I walked the new cobblestone path late at night and thought of him. I wished and hoped, but doing both of those things is a waste of time.

My apologies for the first version of this story. If the moderators will kindly indulge me, I'd like to rewrite parts of this and make it better. Thank you. 1997 I was 23 when I graduated college and landed a great job in a Midwestern city. I was young, not bad-looking and optimistic about life in general. I was (and still am) gay, but had no gay friends or any gay experience - which was fine. My greatest love at that time was routine: I loved doing the same thing every day in the same way. I'll share some wisdom with you now: your rut is a gift. Be happy if you're in a rut because that means nothing is disrupting your life. Visits to the dentist, colds, funerals, accidents, and so on take you out of your routine. The downside to this way of life is that you also have to let happy diversions go by. It can be a lonely philosophy because it means politely declining invitations to parties, happy hour gatherings or anything spontaneous. It's a sacrifice I was always willing to make. On this particular day I got out of work at 5:15 PM, as always, and drove home the same route I regularly took, when suddenly my car started to make a weird noise. Panic rose in my chest as the noise got increasingly loud. At that moment I was driving through a heavily-Mexican neighborhood and was near an auto mechanic shop called 'Mendez and Sons', so I pulled in thinking to myself 'Shit! I'll miss the TV reruns I had intended to watch that evening', but first I had to be able to get home. As I parked the car I glanced around the garage. Clearly it had been in business for a few years and it wasn't all that busy. Turning off the engine and noticed a little puff of smoke escaping from under the hood. A guy about my age came out from inside the garage and greeted me asking "You got a problem?" He was Latin, tall, skinny and had ears that were so large, they seemed to protrude comically. "I think so. The engine just started making a banging noise and I just saw some smoke from under the hood." "I see." I tried to read the inflection of his voice. Was this super bad? I couldn't exactly afford a new car now. "Can you take a look at it?" "Let me get my brother," he replied. I hated this. I wanted to be home, ordering Chinese food and watching my shows. And then I saw the brother. He was probably 30 and gorgeous, had a trace of a goatee, light brown skin and was at least 6'3". He did not resemble his younger brother except that the two of them were a similar height. "Hi, I'm Kevin. Can you take a look at my car?" "El told me about your problem and it sounds like an issue with your rings or your carburetor to me. That takes time to repair and we close in an hour." "Oh." I could barely believe how much this sucked. I guess I could call a cab or try to get the car to another garage which was open late. He saw the defeat in my face and suggested "Tell you what. Pull into that first bay and I'll do what I can now." I did and looked around. All the workers were tall, Latin and about the same shade of brown, and they were all young and handsome -- except for big-eared 'El'. They wore matching blue coveralls. The helpful guy with whom I had just spoken approached me, wiping his hands with a rag. "I'm Mike. I guess I run the place and all these guys are my little brothers." "Who's the dad?" "Oh, the 'Mendez' in the name of this place is my mom. She owns the shop -- got it from one of the guys she married. She's Mexican and loved marrying and making babies with white guys. I'm the oldest and so it's pretty much MY place." That explained a lot. As curious as I was to hear more, I wanted to get out of here and be home. I popped the hood and let Mike get to work. "We got a waiting room to your right. There's a TV, magazines and a pop machine." I went there. The TV was on a Spanish-speaking channel and I didn't bother changing it. I just watched and fell into kind of a trance from the monotony of all the quick talking that I couldn't understand. I must have nodded off because eventually big Mike had to shake me awake. I forgot where I was for a second. "The good news is that it's just a few bad hoses that need replaced. Won't cost you too much. Bad news is that we don't have one of them and had to order it. It might be tomorrow when we get it or the next day." "Oh. Well I guess I need the number of a cab then." "Here's an idea. Come home with us. It's a big house right up the street and Mama always cooks lots of food. There'll be a bed for you to sleep in and everything." No. I wanted to go home. But this was such a nice gesture that I pretty much had to accept the invitation. "Okay, great. Thanks. Let's go." "It'll be fine. You'll see. Come on. Do you work tomorrow? I can drop you off." "Yeah, but nobody is ever there on Fridays. I can take a vacation day and just report it Monday." "Then that's that. Let me lock up. Go wait outside with the guys." So I stood on the sidewalk with the foursome who all introduced themselves: Mark, Matt, Luke and, of course, El, who stood right next to me like we were old buddies or something. Close up, I could see that he'd pierced his giant ear several times. Why he wanted to draw attention to those things was beyond me, but I was a guest and had no right to judge. Mike finished up with his nightly duties and joined us. This was their routine, and I respected that. We all turned a corner and headed up a hill. Mike took me back and told me to retie my shoe or something so the others could move a little ahead in the dying daylight. He wanted to talk privately. "I have another brother. He is a useless human being who spends all his time in the basement playing video games. He resents me because I wouldn't hire him. He has so many felonies for drugs and shit that I can't trust him around tools and shit. All my brothers have records. Assault, DUIs, domestic violence, and shoplifting. They're all good men with bad mistakes in their past. I've been charged with rape twice, but they were just bitches who were mad that I wouldn't fuck them a second time. Charges were dropped, but my name must be on some registry somewhere I'm sure. Sucks." "God, I'm so boring compared to your family. I do nothing and aspire to nothing except to live a normal life." "Did you ever model? You're not built, but you've got the kind of hair that could sell shampoo to bald men." El kept turning around and looking at me from a few feet ahead. He seemed to want to hang but with us, but Mike gave him a look to stay ahead of us. "You all have biblical names except for El, What's that about?" "His real name is "Luke", but we call him 'El' because he's got big ears like an elephant. I remember the man my mom brought home to make him. Ugliest motherfucker ever. He didn't last long, but then baby El showed up and he's family after all. But I'l probably have to let him go soon. He's sick and has no plans to get himself better. Poor bastard." We were approaching the house. This was my last chance to say something. "I'm gay, Mike." "Like I already didn't know that. We're a very sexual people in this area and can pick up on lots of clues." Then we got up the steps to steps of a pretty impressive house, Mike moved to the front and opened the giant door. The Mom greeted us looking slightly peeved. She was an older Mexican lady with a bright red wig and high heels. Big Mike stopped to talk to her in heated Spanish, but she was pissed and made a motion to a stack of Pizza Hut boxes on the kitchen table. She blurted out a few abuses, but they didn't seem to bother any of the brothers. El come up to my side and told me that her date for the night had canceled on her. He put his hand on my back and told me that we were all banished to the basement for the night. He and Mike led me down into the basement, which had been nicely finished with plush carpeting, four big sofas and a huge TV. In front of the TV was the guy who I guessed was the unemployable brother. He barely glanced up and looked annoyed at my presence. "Goddamn, guys. You couldn't find a decent woman to bring?" "This is going to be a 'guys only' night, Peter. So shut the fuck up," El said sharply. Mike spread out the pizza boxes and told us all to dig in. I ate a piece in the time it took the others to wolf down as many as three. Well, they worked hard and probably didn't get much time to have lunch. "Movie!" somebody called out. El took it upon himself to hit the remote and suddenly we were watching a hetero porn. It was kind of old and there were no condoms in sight. Big, beefy dudes fucked little petite beauties. Although it wouldn't have been my choice for a shared movie experience, it wasn't anything that I would call repulsive. It was set in a locker room. El fished a huge bottle of tequila out of a cabinet and we passed it around. I could barely get the first swallow down, but the second went down better. the third was great. Except for the stupid video, this was all in all, a very pleasant experience. I took a minute to excuse myself and use the basement bathroom. When I got back, I noticed they had all taken their shoes off and three of them were rubbing their crotches. I played it cool and didn't stare. I was getting a bit of a boner myself, but not because I was in the presence of so many hard dicks belonging to hot men. We had almost polished off the whole bottle of booze when the loser brother piped up and said "So, are we going to fuck him soon? I got plans later." Mike leaned close and whispered "You don't have to do anything you don't want to. If you're scared, go up to the first bedroom on the left and lock the door. They're all drunk and kind of crazy." And then Mike stood up and spoke to the group. "Ask Kevin if wants to do it with us first". Mike looked right at Peter and added "Ask nicely." "Dude, can I fuck you now. Please?" He stood up and started getting undressed. I had no idea what to think -- so I let my instincts do the thinking for me. I was incredibly aroused. "OK. But I've never been fucked before." That caused some general rumbling and whispers among the brothers. "Get on the floor and on your knees," Peter instructed. I was still fully-clothed, but did as I was told. Peter was completely naked when he walked over to me with his big boner bouncing with every step. "Here we go," I thought to myself. He turned around and said "Eat my ass." What? I'd never ever thought of doing that. Not ever. He was mostly hairless back there. I put my face between his butt cheeks and started putting my tongue on his hole. The taste wasn't as bad as I thought it would. It was a little sweaty though. He groaned a little and that gave me confidence to really go for it. I kissed his little pucker and then put my tongue as far into the hole as far as I could. "Oh God, yes! The good thing about Mike bringing gay dudes here is that they will always eat ass. Girls never will. Feels so good. Stop now or I'll cum." I pulled away and remained on my knees. He turned back around and put that giant hard dick against my lips with the order "Suck that, fucker." This was harder than just using my lips and tongue. I had to open wide and get as much of his organ into my mouth as I could. He put his hands on my head and urged me on further. I was afraid that he was going to insist that I take it all, but he seemed happy with how far I got. He started thrusting his hips back and forth faster and faster. "Oh SHIT! I'm gonna CUM!" He gripped my head even tighter and made one final jab before I felt the warm, thick fluid in my mouth. My first taste of semen. He stayed still and it just kept filling my mouth. I swallowed. "Damn! That was nice. Sorry I didn't get a chance to fuck your virgin ass, but I couldn't hold it in anymore." He got dressed and I wiped my mouth on my shirt. When I looked around, I saw that were all standing around naked, hard and stroking. I thought it was weird that they were enjoying the sight of their brother have sex. I guess this had happened before. Regularly. Mike announced he was next. "Take off your clothes and get back on the floor. Matt, go get one of the pool towels from the closet upstairs." He sat down on the couch and I was just there kneeling before him. Naked. He stretched one leg out and said, "Rub my feet. They ache." I guess this is what we were doing until the towel arrived. I massaged his giant bare foot and he made sounds of pure pleasure, "Suck my toes." That was my first taste of toe. I did it. It wasn't nasty at all....a mixture of soap and maybe some sweaty funk. I did both feet, and about the time I was finishing-up Matt appeared with the towel. What now? "That felt awesome. Women don't do that shit either. Now eat my ass for a little bit." He remained seated on the couch and spread his legs. I was so hard, I was afraid I'd cum right then and there. Moving forward a bit, I approached eating his ass in the same manner I had undertaken when I serviced Peter. However, as I liked Mike more than Peter, I probably put more passion into the service. I should mention Mike's ass crack was abundantly hairier than his brother's. After just a minute or so of being serviced Mike surprised me when he called out "Stop. Stop." I backed away as he stood. For the first time I received a close view of his penis. It was bigger than any of the others'. "Just suck it for a few seconds. I want to save my cum for your insides." I swallowed the head and maybe two inches of the shaft when he stood, spread the towel on the floor and told me to lay on my back. Producing a tube of lotion from somewhere, he smeared a bit on his fat dick head, as well as squirting a big glob on my ass. "Work that in a little. We'll try to make this as easy on you as possible." And then his huge body hovered over mine, blocking out the overhead light. I felt that dick prod my hole. 'Here we go', I thought as he shoved it in. The pain almost killed me. I tried to scream, but only a gasp of air came out of my mouth. Mike was not insensate - his cock lodged in my ass, he remained perfectly still, stroking my legs and lower torso as he cooed "The worst is over. Relax, relax." As much as I tried, I couldn't get used to it, but even as I thought I had reached the end of my endorance, the 'adjustment' was happening, so when Mike's cock resumed fucking my hole, I only whimpered a few times, and my protests were far less intense. An expert in calming bottoms, Mike gently urged "SShh. Sshhh. It'll feel better soon. I promise." And he was right. It started to not be awful and then it started to feel good. I knew I would cum soon and hoped Mike would also. Within minutes he had gone from a gentle fucking motion to a very vigorous assault on my ass. I shot my load right before he did. Inside. He let himself collapse fully on top of my body. He was heavy, but I felt pure bliss. Maybe soreness as well, but mostly happiness. At last it had happened to me. When Mike and I disengaged and got to our feet, I noticed two points, first, there was a big circle of blood in the middle of the towel, and second, of the spectator brothers, only El was still present. Addressing the two of us, Mike said to me "Go to the bathroom and clean up a little, Kevin," as he then turned to El and asked "Where did everybody go?" "They shot their loads while you were fucking him," El replied. Mike announced he was going to shower and go to bed, but before he left he said "You are El's now. Good night and have fun." He picked up the bloody towel and left. I went to the bathroom and used wet toilet paper to wipe up my ass and legs. When I got back, El was standing there with my clothes bunched in his arms. "Let's go up to my room." I followed him up a few floors and couldn't help but notice how bony his body was. His butt was perfect though. I hoped he wanted it eaten too. Once we were under the covers, he started smothering me with kisses. I worried that my mouth had had asses and dicks and cum in it. But he knew that and had seen everything. I kissed him with what I was feeling like was passion. He was really turning me on. "You know why they always make me go last? It's because I have AIDS." I guess I probably already knew that. "We've shared so many people, that I'm pretty sure all of us have the virus -- even the Great Mike. I'm the only one with symptoms so they make me the final guy to fuck. We don't have to, but I sure would like to have sex with you, Kevin." "Yes. I want you to fuck me." I've never been so certain of something. I kissed his entire body, head to toe, giving El the highest level of service I could, after which, as I lay on my back, El crouched between my legs, lifted them up, leaned forward, and entered my hole. It didn't hurt nearly as bad this time around. I really got a chance to enjoy being fucked, and we grunted, groaned and moaned in delight. Then my cock blew its load - for a second time that night, which apparently triggered El's explosion as he muttered "Oh yeah, baby. I'm giving you my seed...right....NOW!" It was the most intense moment of my life. I now understood why it's not a terrible idea to break routine once and a while. We just stayed in that position and kissed for a long time. "Just so you know...your car's already fixed. Mike tricked you, but I'm so glad he did. You're part of the Mendez family. It's in your DNA now." We were falling asleep, but my final thought was that I sure hoped my car would break down again soon.

Disclaimer: I haven't dated very much, I don't have a "gay" social circle or community that I'm involved in, and I typically do "one and done" hookups or bathhouse sex. I'm also a romantic that would like to date and be in a relationship. So, disclaimer in mind, I drove to a nearby city for a BBRT hookup this week, thinking I'd fuck this guy then go to the bathhouse there in town for the rest of the evening. Well, the guy was hot, and instead of a 30-minute fuck and go, it turned into a 2-hour thing with at least 30-40 minutes of it just cuddling and making out and looking into each other's eyes. So, obviously, my romantic side just lit up and went into overdrive. I bred him, and within a couple minutes of my pulling out he got up and started washing himself up and by the time I got up and cleaned off he was dressed and ready to escort me out to my car. He got into his car as well, saying he was off to get some groceries or something. I was feeling pretty good, and spent, so I didn't go to the bathhouse and just got some food and drove home. I texted him a little while later, commenting that I looked at myself in my rear-view mirror and realized how not-so-great I looked with messed up hair and such and said "no wonder you were trying to usher me out after" (meaning it as a joke, I think I added a smiley or something) and he responded "that was not my intention, my fat ass was hungry". Anyways, other than 1 or 2 other text messages we exchanged the next day, we haven't communicated any more. I'm unsure about how to proceed. And I feel like I've been in this situation before and it's always hurt me to think there is something more but that it was really just a fuck. What's the mature way (as opposed to the teenage drama queen way) to see if he'd be interested in seeing me again? Do I hold off and wait for him (like every other gay man waits for Mr. Right)? Do I just ask him outright (and risk him thinking, "oh God, another one of these guys")? Is there a way to ask without being weird? LOL Comments, thoughts, suggestions would be appreciated!

Hope it works well for you Slender, that you find that 'something' that may (or may not) be missing from your life at present. Let your heart tell you the direction of travel but let your brain find the actual route to take xxxx

ongoing saga. I don't want to be the pathetic stalker, so I haven't contacted this guy, pretty much figuring I"m off his list of interests. Until yesterday. It's hard for me to imagine it's only been two weeks, seems like a month or more. It's not like I am obsessed, but when I do think of him, I feel desire and kind of a vacuum. Yesterday morning before heading to work I texted him on his phone saying: "wish you had been as take with me as I was with you. You're awesome to me. Ah well, so enjoyed you for the brief time it worked for you. Hope you are well and happy." Was just tired of holding it all in. Even if it is only occasionally that I think of him, when I do it's intense. Then at work I notice I have a message on FB messenger and it's from him: "In [out of the country]. Thinking of you." I wrote back. "Ah cool, hope you are having a great time. Glad you got my message." He immediately wrote back: " Wait. Are you telling me we messaged each other separately at the same time?!? Mine wasn't in response to you!" So, looks kinda like we tried communicating at about the same time. Weird, eh? I let him know i was at work and had been kinda pining for him, haven't heard anything sense.

Now, there is something to be said about the idea of there being a thrill when I fuck or am fucked bare by someone undetectable. It isn't a matter of chasing, I think, certainly not in the sense of wanting to be made HIV-positive, and not in finding HIV in other people a turn-on. I think it's a feeling rooted much more in a sense of being victorious over the virus, in knowing that something I've been afraid of for all of my sexual life (still am, to an extent) has been so thoroughly mastered that I can do with others whatever I want.

Punch Tops who call my ass "Pussy" or "Cunt", if you're a top that does this stop pretending to be gay and get a girlfriend. Ass Cumhole Fuckhole Fuckchute Why go with Pussy and Cunt. I will get off your cock mid fuck and leave if you do that.

Not so much my last load as the loads I am about to receive tomorrow. Yesterday my master demanded that I watched some porn of sluts being rammed by three men, he knows that turns me on anyways. he asked my to fuck myself with a black dildo while I watched it. I did as told, when saw I was close to coming I was told to remove it and cool down. He then told me that I will be fucked tomorrow by himself and a friend of his who is a sick pervert who loves to fuck me hard and make me beg for him to stop, he can go on for a long time - close to 70 with a set of low-hanging balls that I have sucked many times, the third will be Abdi, this man's Tunisian (I think) lover. he is fucking massive. I am scared but when my Master orders me to do something, it is part of my training to become a real cumslut. what I love is the feeling to be drenched in cum, and also the fact that they are all really horny and good looking men who knows how to use me.

My favorite scene. Nothing gets your blood pumping like hearing that door swing open.

I used to get fucked by this guy that had cerebral palsy man was he hung and fucked like a champ

I've done it... and it's always made me feel like a REAL fuckin slut... because... well, I am. [EG] But I like making guys knock on the door, so I can open the door naked, w/out knowing who's gonna be there, and ask, "You here about the blowjob? or maybe some butthole? The last couple of guys really enjoyed my butthole. Loosened me up good." Close the door behind him, slide to my knees, start undoing his jeans, and say, "I bet you've got a nice big dick, mister." LOL. Now THAT'S fuckin slutty.

Congrats on getting DP'd for the first time! I've been lucky enough to get DP'd a few times (probably about a dozen or so), and especially lucky for the time that both guys shot their loads in my hole at the same time. They were an inter-generational couple (late 40s and mid 20s) who came into my room during the monthly bareback parties at Camp Palm Springs several years ago. The younger guy was so turned on by this (apparently they'd been fantasizing about it for months), his cock stayed hard so he fucked me again solo and shot another load in my hole.

I go over to the stairs and go down. At the bottom, a balding man is tucking his shrt into his trousers. He grins at me and gives me a thumbs up. I can smell the place, a mixture of poppers and piss and damp and hear the unmistakable sounds of men having sex - groans, sobs, and the slapping of skin on skin. I go into the dark area next to the cubicles. The young man is there, only he is entirely naked and his clothes are scattered on the piss-soaked floor. He's bending over sucking Bill's cock as he leans against the sink. Behind the lad, a skinny man with his trousers around his ankles is fucking hiim in the arse, one hand around his waist and the other pushing the twink's head down onto Bill's cock. Bill sees me and grins. There are other men watching and waiting in the cramped area as they wank their cocks. The man in the boy's arse starts to thrust hard, working himself to a climax. " Gonna cum!". His whole body shudders and I watch his wrinkled buttocks clench and relax, clench and relax as he squirts his cum in the smooth young body. For a moment I feel guilty. "Should they be doing this?". A short, flabby man in a singlet is standing next to me. His arms are covered in old school tattoos and he has heavy steel earrings. He leers as we watch the skinny man pull out and drag up his trousers to his waist. " Too late now." He says, undoing his belt and opening his trousers. " He's probably already pregnant" He gets behind the young body and slides his cock between the sweating buttocks. The pressure forces out a drool of cum which drips out to join the puddle of spunk on the floor beneth them. The boy releases Bill's cock, gasps for air, and whispers "No more..please. No more..." But Bill jams a bottle of poppers under his nose and the lad sags in surrender as Bill pushes his cock back between his lips and the tattooed guy starts to thrust rapidly back and forth in short, urgent strokes. "Oh... uh... yeah." He gasps. " Take it you little bastard! Take my dirty cum!" With that he gives a loud cry and pushes hard against the bending body as he empties himslf. Then he pulls out and staggers upstairs without another word, dragging his trousers up as he goes. Bill smiles at me, nodding towards the boy's rear-end. I can't resist. I push my trousers and pants down and get behind the young man. His bottom is running with sweat and sticky with sperm which drips steadily from his gaping, brutalised hole. Bill offers me the poppers. I take a deep sniff, then slide into the warm, silky wetness as the solvent explodes in my brain. It's filthy, animal sex as I work myself to a climax, groaning with pleasure as I breed him, until my cock explodes and my sperm gushes out to join the rest swimming in his youthful rectum. At last I pull out. My cock and belly are covered in sperm and lube so I go over to a cubicle and use paper to clean off. Bill is now behind the young man, pushing his head down into the basin as he fucks him. I dress and head upstairs where I find most of the guys have left. The barman gives me a beer. "I guess he's getting a right seeing-to down there, eh?" He says. I nod in reply and he gives me an evil grin. "You'll have knocked him up alright." I raise an eyebrow as I sip my beer. The fat barman pushes up his sleeve and reveals a black bio-hazard tattoo. " I know you're in the club, matey. I seen the way your looks have changed the last few month since you've been coming here." From the basement comes a loud grunt as Bill orgasms I smile and raise my glass. "Yep," I say. "Here's to the club."

...so now its nine months later and I'm poz of course. I'm not on meds yet and have lost a lot of weight. My friends have noticed my sunken cheeks and have expressed concern. I'm back in the bar, perched on a stool with the other trolls living only for the evenings after work when I can go out into the night in search of depraved sex. At the far end of the bar, Bill has managed to engage a young man in conversation. The lad is no more than 18 or 19 and I guessed he was probably a new student at the University. Short, smooth skinned and fair he is far too angelic to have ended up here, but the spiders felt the stirrings on their web and were moving in. I could tell he'd had a bit too drink already and Bill is buying him shots. Other men have clustered round them smiling and chatting, but their eyes glittered dangerously and I know the twink is lost if he doesn't leave soon. He whispers something to bill who nods to the basement toilets, and the lad staggers off and descends the stairs. Bill winks at me and jerks his head towards the basement. The barman gives a filthy laugh and then Bill heads off to the stairs, followed by the rest of the trolls. I finish my beer and then head outside for a cigarette. It's a sultry, dark, moonless night and I feel sweat in my armpits. After a while, I grind the butt into the gutter and go back inside. The barman's busy stocking the chiller with bottles, and no one else is around. I

I have a special cocktail to share with you .... then ... and then its your turn ...

Part 6 We took a few minutes to allow the boys to freshen up in the shower, have some water and get a little to eat before we readied them for the next part of their welcome to their new home. We took them down to the ‘work area’ and the largest room we have in the place. In the room we had 2 slings set up and plenty of fixed cameras to catch all the action that was about to happen. We helped the boys get into the slings and secured their arms and legs before we told them what was about to happen to them for the next session. Before we could start to tell them about what was planned one of the twins asked if they were now poz like their dad and uncle. I had to be honest with them that we won’t know if it takes for a 2 to 4 weeks. The next question really shocked and surprised me and Chase. They asked if there was another way to help be sure that their Uncle Tyler was the one who pozzed them. I asked if they really wanted to know who their poz father was or just leave it to chance. They gave us a very strong argument when they pointed out that I was the one who infected their real dad and if I passed on my bug to them then I would be their poz dad. They could then call me dad (instead of Uncle Tyler). Then their dad and I would both be their fathers. I didn’t even have to look over to Chase to know what he was thinking. He grabbed a couple of the empty points, a tourniquet and came to where I was standing. He expertly drew enough blood to fill each one about 75%. Then we each approached a twin with a (well) prepared point and the point filled with my poz blood. We let the boys know that with my blood, there would be no doubt who their poz dad was. As we prepped the boys for their injections we let them know that we have invited a number of friends (along with the guys that work for us) to take a turn fucking each of them. They were about to be gang banged till their holes were dripping with all the cum they could hold. The tourniquets were placed tightly on each twin’s bicep, alcohol was rubbed over a couple good veins, then the points were both inserted and we were sure that we were in the vein good before we first emptied the blood then the Tina into each twin. These slams were strong and we planned to follow them up shortly after the twins were well into their rush. When the tourniquets were pulled off the boys they both began a strong coughing fit as we again rubbed their chest helped them ride to the other side. We knew they were ready when the twin I had slammed looked up to me and said he needed his hole filled with as much cock as we had for them. I walked over to the other twin and asked if he too needed his hole filled like his brother said. He looked up at me cross eyed (I’m sure the slams were affecting the twins eye sight) and answered, ‘Fuck yeah Daddy Tyler, I need cock in me too!” Chase opened the door and the steady stream of guys came in along with 4 hand cameras. As the guys came into the room some of them were already smoking Tina, had slammed earlier, or (like me and Chase) needed to slam before we started the gang bang. The only thing Chase and I needed to do before we slammed ourselves was to give each twin their added slam (along with more of my blood). Before we knew it there was a guy between each twin’s restrained legs. We had given instructions to the guys earlier that the twins were not to be fucked until they begged for it proper. While each twin was receiving an expert rim job we administered their second slam along with my blood mixed in to the point (since these slams were nowhere as big as the ones they had gotten moments earlier). The twins were begging for their asses to be stuffed with cock so that each one was finally impaled as we were about to administer their slams. The boys had no clue what we were doing as they each had a nice size cock thrusted balls deep then held there as we approached, quickly tied off each twin’s arm then quickly administered the slams. When the boys began coughing for a second time the guy whose cock was buried in their ass began fucking. The sensation of a coughing bottom along with the slight jump in temperature must have felt incredible because they didn’t seem to last that long (plus I knew a number of our guests were saving their cum for our boys). Mean while, Chase and I stood near the twins so they could watch (if they were able to see) us administer our own slams. We weren’t slamming that much, enough to carry us through the gang bang. Every guy that came to fuck the twins took a turn in each boy’s ass. There were comments as to which twin had the better hole. But when it came down to it, they were identical twins and had exactly the same hole to fuck

The following is complete fiction, it has no firm basis and is just an idea i had whilst thinking of times gone by and lost chances. I apologize if it is rather long. I'm not a word smith. I just write it as it comes out. August 2001. Here I was in Manchester. I had just left home and knew no one. Truth be told I had run away from home. Coming out to my parents had been a bad idea. Mum had taken it badly and I ended up bruised and battered, so one day I just packed my things and left. On arrival in Manchester I a place in a student house and enrolled myself at a local college to do some crappy catering course. I certainly had no real firm idea of what I was going to do with my life, but decided to give it a whirl. After a few days I plucked up enough courage to try out the gay scene. I had never been into a gay pub, and in fact didn't even know any other gay men. I was still a virgin, (if you don't count waking off to porn!). The first couple of bars I visited, Via Fossa, and a bit further down, Manto's, seemed okay. I had a drink in each and was somewhat enjoying my new-found freedom, so I decided to visit a few more bars. As I made the rounds I passed an alley in which I saw a bar called Company Bar. Now remember folks. At the time of this incident I was 18, and knew nothing about gay pubs, which I knew only through what I had seen on Queer As Folk. The name sounded friendly enough so I decided to give it a try. At this stage I was a bit tipsy as I had never really had much to drink before. There was no doorman, only a long flight of stairs down into the basement where, apparently, the bar was located. I gingerly made my way down the staircase, trying all the time not to trip. When I stepped through the door, I stopped dead. I couldn't believe my eyes. This bar was very unlike the other two bars I had visited. The crowd was so much older and more, well, manly looking. They were wearing strange clothing I hadn't seen before, clothing made from rubber and leather. I was particularly astonished by a patron who was wearing a pair of what appeared to be leather coverings on his jeans which left the back and front exposed. (Late I learned the leather garment he was wearing were called chaps). Not wanting to look a total fool, I decided to get a drink, consume it, and split, so I made my way to the rather small bar, squeezing in between two guys, one, an older man who was dressed in leather, and the other somewhat younger, (in the range of 30 - 35, or so), who sported a shaved head and bleacher jeans. "Beer please!" I nervously squeaked at the barman when he finally noticed me. "ID?" he rumbled back. I presented my drivers licence. Glancing at it, he handed it back and nodded at someone behind me. I paid for my drink and decided to stand on the far side away from the bar with my back to the wall. God, was I nervous! Up until this point I had always sorta fantasised about getting it on with slim, trim and cute guys who were my own age, but one guy was staring at me non-stop, and I found myself thinking he was oddly interesting. He was somewhere between 45 and 50 years old, had dark brown hair going grey at the sides, a full beard, was wearing a leather biker jacket, boots, and the aforementioned chaps. Even as he sipped his beer he never took his eyes off me. I could tell I was blushing as I was terribly nervous, but all the beers I had consumed got the better of me: I needed to piss, and quickly, so I located the toilets and made a quick dash inside. Standing at the trough I pulled-out my dick and let it flow, my eyes closed in the pleasure of a desperately needed piss. Damn, did it feel good. I was, however, so buzzed I didn't hear the door open, and not until I heard the sound of another stream of piss splashing into the trough did I realize someone had entered the restroom and was standing along side me. Upon taking a quick look I discovered the leather guy was also pissing, Naturally I couldn't help but sneak a peek at his dick; even soft he was showing a seven inch cock. Mine, in contrast, outwardly small, even though I knew that at full mast it was a respectable seven and a half inches. I also noticed his cock was considerably thicker than mine. Startled, I looked-up and realized he was smiling directly at me, almost wiling me to admire his cock. "Hey boy, like what you see?" His voice was just as you would expect: deep and rumbling. Something inside me lit up. I didn't know what was happening to me, but this guy really hit a button somewhere. "Yeah, I suppose," I stammered. My nervousness seemed to please him more. "My name's Mike. Can I buy you a drink?" he again rumbled. Slowly, somewhat distractedly, I nodded 'yes' as I stared into his deep eyes. I was hooked. With that he put his dick away and zipped up. I snapped out of my trance and did the same, following Mike out of the toilets and back into the bar. Soon we were sat together on high stools near the back chatting. Within five minutes he had managed to get out of me my life history. I didn't learn what he did, but he seemed to have me in the palm of his hand, an apt phrase as to what was about to follow. Once the beers had been drunk I offered to buy him another, but he declined as he said he had to be off home. He could probably see my disappointed expression a mile away. "Tell you what boy. Why don't you come with me so we can continue chatting," he asked. At this point I would likely have agreed to anything. Something that night had changed. I had never before seen a gay guy like Mike. So powerful, so manly. Still, I I did hesitate for a second or so, that was until he leaned quickly forward and kissed me hard, before whispering into my ear "I know you want this, boy. I saw you when you came in. It was as if you had walked into a toy shop at Christmas. I know you're nervous, baby, but we're gonna have fun." By now I was completely lost. He took me into his arms and guided me through the bar towards the door. I could smell his body odor: not deodorant or cologne. Just honest manly smells. My dick was rock hard in an instant, creating a substantial bulge in my crotch. Mike noticed the condition of my cock and gave it a quick squeeze. Shivers raced up and down my spine. "Okay," I replied, as, with he led me through the exit, his arm over my shoulder, and somehow we managed the staircase into the cold night air. Whereupon Mike hailed a passing black cab. Once we were en route to Mike's place, he put his arm around me, protectively, perhaps, and at no point did I feel threatened or unsafe. In fact I felt happier than I had in quite a while! Soon we were at Mike's place, which was a nice loft apartment. As he hung-up our coats, he offered me a drink from his fridge and told me to make myself at home. I sat on the sofa as Mike brought out the beers, which he placed on the coffee table. Then he took off his t-shirt, exposing his broad, very hairy chest. I had never before seen so much hair on a man's chest, and Mike registered my amazement, and apparently enjoyed my reaction, because he slowly he bent down, lifted me up off the sofa, pulled me in for a deep long kiss, his tongue assaulted my mouth. I was powerless to refuse him, and immediately found myself responding with enthusiasm, running my hands over his back and powerful arms. He also spent time exploring my body, pulling off my t-shirt and admiring my pale skinned hairless chest. The next thing I knew he was pulling my mouth down towards his chest saying "Suck on my nipples, boy." I could do little but comply. What I was doing seemed to be right as he began growling and moaning, soon he ordered me to chew them as well, and this was also apparently done to his satisfaction because he groaned even more loudly. After about five minutes of this he pulled my face up, placed a hand on each side of my head, and looking deep into my eyes asked "You're hot boy. In fact you're the hottest boy I've had in months. I want to make your first time special, so you'll never forget, but you gotta know once we're in the bedroom I'm in charge. You've gotta do as I say, right?" I was stunned by this, but managed to stammer out "Yes, sir." I couldn't think of a more complete reply. "I didn't quite hear that, BOY!" he said again, this time his face looked darker. "Yes sir," I replied more clearly. "That's better." And with that he turned me around and guided me to the bedroom. What the fuck was happening I asked myself. I had never even thought of this kind of shit before. Was it the beer? Was it my nerves? What? As soon as we got into the bedroom he turned me around and barked the order "Strip." I immediately removed my trainers, jeans, boxers and socks and stood before him, my dick once again rock hard. WTF? I stood there at the foot of his bed, awaiting his inspection and further inspections. Nodding his approval, he ordered me to turn around. Upon doing so, Mike inspected my back and commented "Nice boy, but I wanna see your hole. Pull your ass cheeks apart." I did as instructed, somewhat embarrassed, but also turned on by this big dominant man, a real man, who was inspecting me, checking me over, me, a thin pale twink fresh from the sticks. "Hmmm. I think we are gonna gonna have some fun, boy. Turn around." When I complied, I could see Mike was thinking about something, and sure enough, he slowly approached me and looked me straight in the eyes and said "Usually when I pick up boys like you, they appear to be up for some fun, at least when we're standing at the bar, only to develop cold feet when we get here. Which means I have to remind them of what we're here for, but you're different. Yeah, I can tell you're nervous, but you're not fighting back at all." He looked on at me with the gleam of lust in his gaze. I returned his look, even if the experience was new to me. Stepping back, he slowly undid his belt, pulled off his boots and dropped his chaps and jeans, his hardening cock coming into full view for the first time. My eyes were riveted: it looked wonderful. Involuntarily I licked my lips in anticipation. I had never sucked a cock in my life and most definitely wanted his. His voice brought me back to reality: "All in good time, boy." With that he moved quickly forward, pushed me back onto the bed and was on top of me in an instant, his hands exploring my body, his mouth on mine Then he moved down and started sucking my nipples, one after the other. It felt like electric bolts were shooting through my body. And, the pleasure shifted to my cock when, in a flash, he took my dick head in his mouth. I nearly jumped right out of the bed as he started to work my dick in his mouth. It was incredible. A tingle told me my cum wasn't far off. As an experienced cock sucker, Mike knew as much, and stopped blowing me, but rather pinched the base of my dick, commenting "Not yet, boy. You've had your fun. Now it's my turn." With this, he rolled off of me, and roughly forced me to suck on his nipples again, virtually chewing on them the way he liked. This time, however, he pushed my head lower towards his crotch. Unbidden I kissed and sucked my way down his broad hairy chest and torso until I was faced with his now hard dick. It must of been at least ten inches in length. "Cover your teeth with your lips, boy, and do what I did," Mike directed as he forced my head down onto his cock. I began slowly, and then began working away at the head. The noises Mike made told me he was enjoying my attention, but all too soon i felt his hands forcing my head lower, forcing me to take more and more of his cock into my mouth, so much, in fact, that I thought i would choke, but then, to my astonishment, I realized I had taken his entire length into my throat, and his cock head was lodged deep in my gullet. Somehow I had learned to breath, notwithstanding the tube of flesh that was obstructing my throat. "Good boy," he remarked, as Mike then proceeded to fuck my throat, quite roughly, truth be told, all the time telling me what a good boy I was, and that I was a natural cock sucker. His praise encouraged me even more, so I used my imagination to maximize his pleasure. And, as Mike wouldn't allow me to play with myself, my balls were definitely frantic, and my cock was drooling. After about ten minutes he pulled me off of his cock. Although I may very well have looked like a mess, Mike didn't hesitate to again kiss me long and deep. "I wanna fuck you, boy. I wanna shoot my cum in your ass." I had all the safe sex lectures at school, but at this point I didn't care. I wanted Mike and his cum. "Please, that's exactly what I was hoping for," I replied. Mike positioned me so I was now on my stomach, and he dove into my ass, rimming me without the slightest hesitation, pleasuring me for some fifteen minutes. Then he slowly worked one, then two, then three fingers into my hole, stretching my ass lips even as he continued tongue-fucking me. "I'd say you're ready now, boy. Lay on your back. Take a couple hits of these poppers," he directed, encouraging me to take more and more until my head was spinning and my heart beat raced. When I wondered where this was going, I then felt a sharp pain in my arse, pain that intensified as his cock head forced its way in. I screamed in agony but he pinned me down, held me there, with only his cock head in my hole, saying "You're gonna take it all boy. You're gonna take my dick all the way. You need this as much as I. My cock is gonna change your life forever." With that admonition he again ordered me to take additional hits of the poppers. Again my head spun and heart raced, but my ass muscles also seemed to loosen and his cock slid into me, slowly, steadily, inch by inch, working its way down until his balls were resting on my ass. I had never felt so full before, almost, but not quite as if I needed the loo! Then he started to work his cock in and out of my ass. The sensation at first was agony but soon changed to that of pleasure. His rhythm intensified until he was virtually slamming my butt. My dick was still rock hard but kept twitching every time he nudged my prostate. I knew I was not far from cumming. I told him as much, and he replied "I'm close too, boy," his pace now frantic, and as he pushed himself over the top, he shouted "TAKE MY POZ CUM. BOY!" He roared and convulsed as he came, his load blowing deep into my ass. The sensation and excitement pushed me over the top, and I also came, blowing my cum all over his torso. I was still high from the fuck and trying to take it all in, but I wasn't so out of it that I hadn't registered his exclamation. Looking at his eyes, which were dull with exhaustion, I managed to stutter "Y-y-y-your positive?" "Yes, boy I am. And my positive load is now swimming around in your gut. You should be proud. I've been saving that one for days!" As the high of his orgasm subsided, he saw my face and his expression softened. He slowly withdrew his cock from my ass as I lay in his bed, terrified, excited and gratified. Mike collapsed beside me and pulled me into his embrace, explaining "It's okay, boy. You're gonna be fine. You're not like those other trashy twinks I've fucked and kicked-out - just for the pleasure of taking them down a few notches. I fucked you to set you free. I want you here with me forever, boy." I slowly looked up at him, tears in my eyes. He'd just infected me with HIV, but then he'd been so tender afterwards. Looking into his eyes I saw only genuine affection. My last resolve gave way and I buried my face against his chest and said "I want you too, Daddy." That night he fucked two more loads into my ass. The next day we talked it all through. As soon as I got my diagnosis he'd make sure I got the best care. Then we went to my crummy student house, collected my things and moved them into his. We've been together now for 14 years, and Mike has introduced me to new sexual experiences, the like of which I never thought possible. And, as I've kept my looks, we now go out to work the bars together. You see, Mike likes nothing more than watching me breed some cute twink's ass on the webcam as I fuck him in our bed.

Part 5 The twins left right after graduation ended around 9 pm. The drive here was going to take them about 4-5 hours. We waited for their arrival so that we could celebrate their new found freedom living with us. It was nice to finally see the twins in person for the first time. Chase last saw them when they were only 2 years old. We welcomed them into our home (bustling with all the activities of uninhibited sex going on). We could tell the twins were ‘over’ stimulated as we helped them with what little they brought with them up to our residence above the company work space. We could see the excitement in their eyes and the growing bulges in their shorts. We knew we couldn’t contain them for very much longer. We made sure they were ok with what was about to happen and they couldn’t have been more excited. The plan was to have them put on their own sex show entitled, ‘Twins Last Neg Breading’ tonight. Then they would be introduced to Miss Tina for the first time right before they would start taking poz cock from their father and uncle. We set them up in a video room and told them to have fun. After the sun came up they had filled each other with enough neg cum for Chase and I to use as lube. We let them get a little something to eat and a quick rinse all the while a couple of butt plugs kept their cum from leaking out. After their shower we could tell that they were tired, but it was time for Tina and the boys weren’t ones to disappoint us. We wanted to start them off with some smoking and shards in their asses, but they would have nothing to do with any of that shit. They were direct and asked us to slam them into the stratosphere. A asked them if they were sure about going directly to slamming, but what surprised me the most was when Chase went for the tourniquet, alcohol prep and the prepared points. Not one to argue with the boy’s father I got extra Viagra for us while the boys got comfortable on the large bed we had set up for this part of the weekend show. As the cameras were rolling we each took a twin and began to prep them for their introduction to chem sex. The twins watched us as we applied a tourniquet to our intended twin’s arm. We watched their expression as the tightness made their well prominent veins bulge out right before we wiped them with a cool alcohol pad. Chase and I were in sync as we found a good vein and slipped the point into the vein, as we explained the process to the boys along with what to expect. I could see Chase’s cock throb as we both got that familiar red flash. We didn’t need to speak as we slowly pushed the contents of those fat slams into the twins. I originally figured that when we got to slamming the boys we’d start them with small slams of .25, but chase had pulled out the big ones he had prepared that were at least .50 (maybe more). Once the points were empty and pulled from their home we put a little pressure on each injection site as we raised our twin’s arm and Chase said ‘Ready or not, here we go!’ as we release the tourniquet (almost) simultaneously. Both boys began a strong coughing fit as we soothed and rubbed their bodies. The change in them was instantaneous. It looked like the twins had similar experiences with their first slam as they simply exclaimed ‘OH FUCK!’ and ‘FUCK YEAH!’. We could see their cocks shrivel up and their hands begin to roam all over their own bodies as their sensations went into overdrive. First we told the boys to kiss each as Chase and I kissed. Then we each shared a passionate kiss with our twin before changing to kiss the other twin. Then we had them start to suck and work our cock that were already rock hard and dripping. I wasn’t sure how long it would be before we began fucking the boys. The plan was to get them to the point where they begged us to fuck them. We maneuvered the boys so that while we got sucked by the twin we slammed, the other twin could get rimmed at the same time. So while I got sucked by my slam victim I rimmed his brother and likewise with Chase rimming my slamee. We easily had the boys moaning like cheap sluts at a frat party. After a good 10 minutes of rimming Chase’s twin was the first to ask when he was going to get fucked. We rimmed both boys over 30 minutes when we let them know that they would get fucked when they asked properly. They were a little lost at how we wanted them to ask and it took another 10 to 15 minutes before my twin guessed correctly and asked me to fuck his neg cunt with my poz cock. He continued to let me know that he needed me to knock him up with my poz babies. The twin sucking Chase quickly followed his brother’s example and we knew that they were ready. We got the twins on all fours facing each other as we began to ready them for their first poz fuck of their life. We were able to watch the face of our opposite twin’s face (as well as each other) as we each began to slowly enter their neg hole. The boys were so fresh, clean and so neg. Chase and I were now inside a twin where only his brother had been. No one other than family ever fucked these holes. By the time we were done with them they’d be bleeding cum. We took our time as we slowly fucked each boy while they were able to not only look at each other eye to eye, but make out with each other while getting fucked. The scene had each of us turned on. Chase was the first to blow his poz seed inside his own son’s ass. This got me going and about 5 minutes later I blew my poz seed in my nephew’s ass. It seemed as if the boys knew what to do next as they switched sides of the bed and the twin I had bred sucked his father’s cock clean, while the twin Chase had bred began to suck my cock clean. It no time I was hard again and was sure Chase would be too as I got my twin on his back. It was time for a proper fucking. Chase soon followed getting his son on his back as I was already balls deep inside the freshly bred hole of my 18 year old nephew. This fuck was going to last longer and allowed for us to share in some kisses with, not only the twin we were fucking, but the twin the other was fucking as well as each other. This also allowed for the twins to kiss some more. Before we were done with the boys for this first exposure to chem sex, each one took a total of 6 load, 3 loads from each Chase and I. We could see that the twins were fading as we were ready to move to the last phase of their welcoming party.

... next time see if he'll give you chem piss ... you'll not regret it!

Part 4 Over the next few weeks until the twins graduated high school and moved to the city to live with us we spent time chatting over the private video link my computer tech set up so that my sister (the twin’s mother) wouldn’t find out. To our surprise the twins were very open with us regarding their sexual tastes. They were both versatile, were hung (8”+), cut, open to experimentation with kink (although the only kink they had tried was some light bondage). We learned the night we watched them fuck that they were totally into bareback/raw fucking and never wanted to use a condom ever, and (knowing that their father and I are HIV+) wanting to be pozzed. There was a late night when we were watching that we learned something more interesting. That night we could see a water bong in the background as they were making out, sucking and eventually fucking. After they dumped a load of cum in each other’s asses we decided to be bold and ask them about the bong. Their expression told us that they wanted to hide this from us. We assured them that we are cool with whatever they are using. The important thing for them to know is that we have to be honest with each other. They admitted that they liked smoking pot before they fucked. They like how they felt as they got into each other. One night when they got high and horny began by jerking off together (along with the next few times), then about a month later after they were high they tried jerking each other’s cocks. As time went one this progressed to the first time they sucked each other (kind of like their father and me) on a night they got home from a date and were really horny. The thing was that they weren’t horny for the girls, they discovered that they were horny for each other. That night they began to do more and more until they reached the point where the only thing left to do was fuck! From that moment on they associated smoking pot with sex and fucking. Then the big question, did we (their father and me) get high. We kept without honesty policy and told them that we did get high. In fact the night I went back home to get their father was the first time I got him high on Tina. The boys knew a little bit about Tina from the internet and asked how it felt compared to weed. I told them that Tina makes you just want to fuck and/or get fucked. We didn’t go into too much detail about how we used Tina, I whispered to Chase that we can show teach them about Tina after they moved in with us. For know they smoked their pot and fucked for us the rest of the night and into the next day after their mother went to work. Graduation day had arrived and the boys were all set to get the hell out of that small town as soon as the opportunity presented arose. That came right after commencement had concluded. The twins told their mother that a group of their friends were going to camp out by the lake after graduation. They promised to be home by dinner time the next day. This made is easy for the boys to pack up a few things that they wanted to bring with them. Since we were well off when it came to cash, we let the twins know that anything they couldn’t bring with them we would go out and buy new for them. The plan was to set an message to be delivered to their mother’s phone letting her know of their leaving to live with us.

Part 3 It had been nearly 16 years since I went back home to get Chase. After we left our old small town my sister discovered ‘our’ secret, the face that Chase and I were gay lovers and would not let him have contact with his sons although he was sending $5000 a week to her to support the three of them. My being her brother afforded me some contact with her and my nephews, but she was careful to monitor what was said. It wasn’t until the boys close to graduating high school that she allowed me (us) to buy the boys their own laptop computer to use for their schooling. I promised my sister that there would be software on both of them that would allow her to monitor what the boys did on the computers. What she didn’t know was that I had my computer expert install a program to bypass the monitoring software. Once the boys had the computers I could remotely activate the programs allowing us to communicate with the boys through video conference. I decided to contact them on my own without Chase to gage what she might have told them about him (and me). This was the first time I had seen the boys since they were 2 years old. They each had a nice lean swimmer’s build, looked a lot like their father in the face. I would be lying if didn’t admit that my cock stirred a little. I learned that they overheard her saying what a cock sucking faggot their father had turned out to be and if he wasn’t being so generous with his financial support she’d tell the boys the truth. The twins asked me if it was true that their dad was gay. I answered them honestly and let them know that not only was their dad gay, but their uncle as well. They both got a smirk on their faces as they let out a little laugh. That’s when I discovered that they definitely took after their father since they had been ‘messing around’ with each other for some time. Now they were 18 and about to graduate high school. Their mother wanted them to go to the local community college. I asked them what they really wanted to do with their future. I was pleasantly surprised (and a little shocked) when they said that they both wanted to come to the city and live with us. I told them that we’d have to discuss this with their father before a final decision would be made. I let Chase know that the software I had placed on the laptops was working and we could contact the boys at (just about) anytime. The next time we spoke with the boys all 4 of us were on video chat. I had not told Chase about the boys ‘sexual discovery’ when we contacted them together. I left it for the twins to tell him. What surprised me was the way that they decided to break the news. There they were on cam each wearing a pair of mesh basketball shorts when they said that they had something they wanted to tell him, but instead of telling him they showed him. We watched the barely 18 year old twins start making out and before we knew it they were in 69. I was hard as steel and could tell that Chase was turned on as well. Before we could get a word in edge wise before one of the twins had the other one’s legs on his shoulders and thrusted his bare cock inside his brother’s ass. After they were all done I don’t think that we could deny their request to join us in the city, but we needed to confront the barebacking issue. We asked them if they had been ‘messing around’ with anyone else back home. They replied, why, they got enough cock with each other. Then we asked about their barebacking and learned that they had enough education in health at school to know the risks and that that was part of the turn on to fucking. I don’t know if we were ready for their next question, but Chase’s answer surprised me. The boys asked about our sexual behavior and if we barebacked. Chase was quick to say that both of us only fuck raw. I noticed a strange grin on the twin’s faces when they asked, actually, it was more like they knew the answer as they said, “Then you’re both poz we bet.” Chase then took his shirt off to reveal his biohazard tattoo on his right pec (mine is on the left since I am the top in our relationship). The boys loved the ink work and hoped to earn their own someday. Chase let them know that we thought we could work something out if they came to live with us. The boys share an old pickup my sister had bought them and right after graduation they packed up their stuff and left in the middle of the night leaving a note for their mother that they had lived with her long enough and that it was time to live with dad.

They took me upstairs and we found a room. There was a large mattress inside, lit only by a pale red bulb, and music from the rest area drifted in the background. In contrast to my other experiences, they were quite tender with me as we lay on the mattress, the two old, diseased bodies either side of me. We kissed as they fondled me, driving me crazy with their fingers, tongues and mouths and telling me how much they wanted to give me a baby. It was quite loving, and in a way more sexy to be treated like this, being told how much you are wanted and being made pregnant. At last, Pete rolled me onto my stomach and lay beside me, kissing my face and whispering in my ear "It's time, darling. Spread your legs and let James breed you." I felt the man get on my back, the pot belly sinking onto my buttocks as his heavy cock probed for my hole. It sank into me, sliding through the sperm and lube already up there, and I groaned with lust. "Shhhh, baby" whispered Pete, "just relax and take his sperm like a good boy." James thrust in me, his greasy hair on my neck as he held me close beneath his thin body. His hips slammed up and down like a rabbit, and then he gasped for air and began to shudder. "Here it comes!" Whispered Pete. "Your poz baby!" With a grunt of release, James collapsed on my back and I felt his cock throb and throb as he spurted in me. All the while, Pete stroked my hair and kissed my face, telling me what a good boy I was, and how I was being knocked up. James finished and got off me, his cock slipping deliciously out of my hole. Pete immediately took his place and I groaned as he sank his cock into me, the soft light and music and his tender thrusts combining to send me into ecstasy, knowing I was joining the club...

Just a quick note... I met this guy while I was in a bar. We talkeed on grindr before.. Short tattood muscled latino guy. Really hot. Long story short. we went to his place, we talked about drugs, he said he only smoked Tina, I wanted to try.. We smoked a LOT. He fucked me for 4 hours straigh. shot 3 loads in my ass and 2 in my mouth. Now I am still horny and loooking for more.... Sorry for being so short, but really wanted to share this one with you

Probably 8 hours later Alex came down to get Rocky and I. Both of us were dehydrated as fuck, but otherwise okay. Looking out the kitchen window, I realized it was really late afternoon. Dad came in and said that we had had enough, "And Cheyenne has to be in good shape by tomorrow, so no more medicine. In fact, get him some vitamins and sports drinks so he can crash." Alex got everything that was needed, and by nightfall I was crashing hard, as was Rocky. I didn't feel the greatest, but Dad sent for me by way of the strange servant guy. I followed him into Dad's office. "So, do you want to become one of my sons?" He asked. "Sure, but what are the steps?" Was my simple reply. "Well, you still have a few months of high school to finish, and clearly you can't be coming here every weekend. There is a six month pledgeship before I decide for sure if you're going to become part of the family." I told him that I was sure that I wanted to try it, so we cut a deal. First, I was to come to Atlanta once per month and be with him and his boys, second, I was to spend spring break there, and finally, I was to be fitted with a chastity cage and was not to engage in any sexual activity other than with him or the boys. It sounded like a good deal to me, so I agreed. "One last thing," he said, " you will become HIV positive" during your pledge period. All of my boys are positive and so am I. You will earn the biohazard tattoo before you fully join." I was dumbfounded. Why on Earth would I want a deadly and incurable disease. He saw the look on my face, "Boy, it's how we bond. All of my boys have my DNA in them and you will too. In fact, you might already. If you get a sudden flu in the next few weeks, call Rocky or Alex, they'll know what to do." He dug around his desk and finally found the papers he was looking for. "Here is a contact list for me and everyone of my sons. If we shake on this, tomorrow morning before you leave, Rocky and Alex will take you to shop where you will be measured and get your cock cage put on. The key will stay with me here in Atlanta. It will be about two sizes too small to emphasize that your cunt is your primary sex organ and that your dick only causes you discomfort." I was about to shake with him, "Oh, and two last things, notice that Rocky and Alex have no body hair. I expect yours to be off tonight, especially around that tight cunt of yours and get some jock straps. I don't want to see your caged dick anymore than I have to. Secondly, and most important: I see that you have noticed Jason. He is the servant here. I am sure that you have noticed that he is somewhat different, almost feminine. He was one of my boys a few years ago, but he started selling drugs to guys he didn't know, which almost got us busted, and was also having sex outside of the family. He was given two choices: either repay all the money I had spent on him, including his college tuition, or loose his balls. He chose to give me his balls and now works here as my servant." I was taken aback! This man meant business for sure. Bit, seeing no other way to go to college, and fuck did I enjoy the sex, I shook his hand. I was now a pledge. That evening, I went back to Rocky and Alex's apartment. They helped me shave all of my proud boy hair off. By the time they were done I was as smooth as a baby. I looked at Alex, "how do you guys stay so big" I asked. Alex looked at me, "We are in the gym, with Dad's other boys five or six days a week, plus we use steroids. You will too once your pledge period is up. It makes you so fucking horny that Rocky and I have been fucking each other every night for five years. But, that's about to change as Dad wants Rocky to become more of a bottom, so he is gonna be kept locked just like you until he changes." With that he helped me wash off the last of my body hair, and asked, "Lil bro, ya wanna cum one last time before tomorrow morning?" "Sure" And with that, he summoned Rocky in to give me a blow job. Here I was, an 18 year old kid getting a blow job from a cock locked 23 year old stud. It only took me a few minutes to cum and we went to bed. The next morning, we got up and had a passable breakfast of leftover pizza. Then we went to the shop that Dad had mentioned the day before. The guy behind the counter knew exactly what we were there for, and took us straight to the back. I was measured and in less than five minutes I was wearing a stainless steel cock cage, that just as Dad had promised, was too small. It even had sharp points in it to make it even more uncomfortable if you can believe that. We then went into the front and a butt plug and dildo were retrieved for me by Rocky and Alex. "Dad said you are to fuck yourself with this at least every other night, and sleep with this plug in every night" Rocky said. With that, we left the store. No money ever changed hands, but I'm sure that it was billed to Dad. As I got in my truck to head home, Alex said " the next two weeks are gonna be the hardest. After that the cage will be second nature to ya." Fuck, I was going to go through a two week withdrawal period from jacking off, something I'd done twice a day nearly every day for the last seven years and I wasn't going to be back to see my brothers until the period was over. This was going to suck like hell. But, I got in the truck and made the three hour drive home. End of part two. Will continue with part three.

Part 3: A Change of Perspective Feeling a bit restless, Ryan checked his phone again. No new messages. Damn. It had been over 24 hours since he left the note on Gabe's car windshield. Why was this taking so long? Ryan wondered. Over the past day, Ryan couldn't think of anything but Gabe. But, he also needed to reconcile his feelings. He decided that he just liked the idea of a big poz cock. And he wanted to howl like his roommate, Donald did the night before. I don't want to get pozzed, Ryan assured himself. He made his way into the kitchen to look for a snack - or maybe something to take his mind off recent events. And then, he saw Donald. He hadn't talked to Donald since he'd been home - and their different schedules often meant they didn't cross paths most days. Donald was a night auditor at a nearby hotel. Ryan was in college for perhaps a few years longer than one should be. "Hey," Ryan said as he made his way toward the fridge trying to act as normal as possible. "Sup bitch," Donald said walking by Ryan and slapping his ass. Ryan was stunned. Donald didn't talk like this or act like this. And there was something else different that Ryan just then noticed. "Heh .. oh .. no glasses?" Ryan asked. "Ditched them while you were up north," Donald answered, "got tired of them and got contacts instead. Ryan immediately thought of Superman and Clark Kent. Donald looked strikingly different. It wasn't just the lack of glasses. He seemed less odd without them for sure .. but Donald had a confidence he didn't have. "When did you get back?" Donald asked. "Oh .. this morning," Ryan lied. He didn't want Donald to know he heard about his chasing sexcapade. "Anything new with you?" Ryan asked. "Nahh .. same old .. picked up some extra hours at work is all," Donald unknowingly returned a lie with a lie. "And speaking of work .. I'm back to it. Later skinny ass bitch!" Donald gave Ryan another slap on the ass and made his way for the apartment door. A bit stunned, Ryan uttered "yeah , later man." Ryan didn't quite understand Donald's new strong persona. But, he had to admit, he kinda liked it. And, as if social circumstances weren't awkward enough, Ryan's phone buzzed. Oh shit, he thought, it's Gabe. The text message that followed was simple enough. "You're gonna get it." the message read. It seemed fitting. The note Ryan wrote and left on Gabe's windshield was simply enough. Ryan simply wrote "I want it." Another text messsage followed. "how do you want it?" Ryan thought for a moment, and the answer came very easily Ryan: i want it like how Donald got it. that sounded hott! Gabe: oh, u heard me pound his fuckhole huh? Ryan: yeah. i want ur big dick owning me too. Gabe: mm hmm. so u like hung guys? Ryan: fuck yeah! Gabe: why not let Donald fuck you then? Ryan paused for a moment. That wasn't an option. And although Ryan didn't know for sure, he couldn't imagine Donald's slight frame packing a big dick. Ryan: you're saying Donald is hung? Gabe: yeah. he's about as big as me. i though u two fucked around. Ryan: no. i never thought of him like that. Suddenly, Donald became a lot more interesting to Ryan. The new attitude, a big dick. Wait .. not Donald. Not odd geeky Donald. Ryan tried to dismiss the notion and focus on his goal .. Gabe. He wanted Gabe. Gabe: u know im poz right? Ryan sighed. He knew he shouldn't keep the conversation going, but felt compelled. Ryan: yeah that's cool. Gabe: are you poz? Ryan: no, i'm not. Gabe: you want to get pozzed? Ryan didn't want to think about that. He just wanted to get fucked. Ryan: I wanna feel your big dick inside me. Gabe: my big poz dick will cum inside you if I get that ass. Ryan: can I just suck it? Gabe: no. Ryan waited for more. Nothing followed. Fuck, Ryan thought. Ryan: i think ur hott af Gabe: thanks Another long pause. Ryan: i never done this before. Gabe: done what? Ryan: let a poz guy fuck me. Gabe: but u left me a note saying u wanted it right? Ryan: yeah.. i want it. bad :-/ Gabe: well, u gotta be very clear that u want my poz cum in ur ass ass. dont leave any room for doubt. Ryan stared at the screen. Why am I still talking to him? Ryan wanted to stop talking, but he couldn't ignore how much he wanted to feel Gabe inside him. He also couldn't ignore his dick hardening in his shorts. Ryan: i want you to fuck me with your poz cock. Ryan's hands were starting to tremble .. was it fear or excitement? He wasn't sure. It all felt so terribly wrong, but so undeniably compelling. Gabe: and? Ryan tried to remember what Donald said to encourage the ass pounding he overheard. Ryan: i want you to blast your poz cum deep inside my ass. Gabe: i see Ryan put the phone on the kitchen counter and quickly pulled down his shorts and started jerking. He was too turned on. Gabe can be mine, he thought. He pictured Gabe's big dick again inside his mind. And then imagined little Donald getting fucked while Donald's big dick swung back and forth as Gabe pounded him. I want that, Ryan thought. He picked his phone back up. Ryan: how many times have u and donald fucked? Gabe: idk ..15-20 times i guess now. we started a couple weeks back. Ryan couldn't believe it. Donald was a player. Maybe it's true. It's the quiet ones you gotta look out for. Gabe: but i only fucked him for the first time the other night. Ryan: huh? donald isn't a top. Gabe: could have fooled me. he pounds ass like a pro if u ask me. The fact was that Ryan didn't know. He just assumed that little Donald must be a bottom. Little Donald, Ryan though, I guess he's not so little either. Ryan: then why did he let u fuck him? Gabe: he wants to get pozzed so he can enjoy converting little neg bitches too Ryan thought about the playful slap Donald just gave him minutes ago. And it made him even harder now. I bet he wants to poz my ass too, Ryan thought to himself. Ryan: that sounds hott Gabe: yeah. nothing hotter than pozzing a neg boy's hole. except maybe for when u get it. and ur gonna get it. Ryan's heart was pounding so hard, he thought it might jump out of his chest. He wasn't even touching his dick and his dick was involuntarily twitching up. Despite trembling hands, Ryan managed to tap out the message: poz my ass! i want u to pound me just like u did donald. fuck me like a little chaser bitch Gabe: i shoot big loads. ur ass is gonna get filled. Ryan quickly texted back and hoped he was using the right verbiage " hell yeah! shoot ur viral load deep into me." Gabe: ur ass is gonna be my poz cum receptacle. Ryan placed the phone down on the counter again. He started jacking again with his eyes closed. His phone blinged again. Gabe: i only live a couple of blocks away. u want it now? Ryan read the message. He knew that he had a big decision to make. A BIG decision, he mused to himself thinking about Gabe's big dick again.

Part 4... Moments later, we arrived at the house. We got out one by one. Jack helped me out of the truck as Chet's fucking had left me weak at the knees and dripping POZ cum down my leg. My boy raced around the car, grabbed my head, and kissed me hard. He reached around behind me and felt my gooey hole. He flipped me around and pressed me onto the hood of the car, right there in the driveway, parted my ass cheeks, and dove in, lapping at Chat's toxic cum as it dripped out of my used hole. He had NEVER rimmed me before and his tongue only made my knees weaker. Chet and Sam lifted me up and laid me down on my back on the hood of the car. My boy climbed up beside me and matched my position. He pulled his legs up and I matched him. Sam crouched by my ass and started lapping as Chet dove into my boy's hole. Jack and Kevin stood by as my boy and I took center stage. Jack peeled Kevin's tight t-shirt over his hairless muscled chest and then pulled down his shorts. Without underwear, Kevin's massive hard uncut cock and huge balls sprang into view. Jack immediately dropped to his knees and started swallowing him to the balls. My boy and I both gasped as our holes were teased by fingers and tongues. “Let's bring this party inside, gentlemen. It's getting cold out here,” murmured Jack, between gulps of Kevin's cock. The two poz studs going to town on me and my boy's hole practically threw us over their shoulders and dragged us inside. Somehow, we managed to make it upstairs to Jack's master bedroom and became a tangle of sweaty bodies, juicy cocks, and sticky precum. After a few minutes of fumbling, Jack, myself, and my boy wound up on our knees with our asses hanging over the foot of the bed. Kevin lined up behind Jack, Sam behind me, and Chet behind my boy. Kevin aimed his dick at Jack's ass as Sam and Chet speared me and my boy. The sounds of man-sex filled the room as the tops did their work. After a few minutes of pounding, Sam pulled out asking, “Think these guys can fuck as hard as they like to get fucked?” “Let's find out!” growled Jack. We all switched places as Jack filled Kevin with his manhood, and I sunk all the way into Sam with one thrust. My boy, who had never topped to my knowledge, thrust into Chet and jackrabbited his ass like a pro. I As I plowed into Sam, I got super hard knowing my boy and I were fucking POZ guys. It then dawned on me that we didn't know Kevin's status. I wondered how well Jack knew this young stud hammering away at his hole. I got my answer. “Fuck me, Kev. Fuck your old man. Fill me up!!!!” Holy shit! Kevin was Jack's SON. “Fill me up with your POZ seed!” Fuck. I was watching a POZ son fuck his own dad!!! “Your son!?!?” shouted Sam, holding his ankles as I fucked him as hard as I could. “I want a crack at that dick!” I pulled out and switched places with Kevin. He slammed in Sam's bare hole as I slid into my boss's guts. Kevin had still not spoken a word, but grunted and growled as he fucked Sam like a pro. “Give it to me. Give me your load,” Sam shouted. “No, I want it!” shouted my boy. He pulled out of Chet and laid down on top of him, ass prone and ready for Kevin. Having taken two poz studs' loads already, it was time for a third's. Kevin pulled out of Sam and thrust into my boy. Three strokes later, he was creaming my boy's hungry hole, shooting his toxic load deep. “Fuck yeah,” he finally grunted. “Want my dad's load too?” “Hell yeah. I want all of their loads.” My boy, what a cum pig. One by one, all of the guys finished off inside my boy. I was so hard I thought my dick would explode. With his hole awash in cum, I slid in last. His hole was sloppy, used, and raw. I knew I wouldn't last long and added my load to his hole in a few frenzied thrusts. As I pulled out, Jack dove into my boy's ass. He lapped up a mouthful of jizz, slid up my boy's sweaty boy, and dripped it, glob by slimy glob, into his gaping mouth. Kevin leaned in and the three of them shared a lewd cummy kiss. With a mouthful of POZ and NEG mixed cum, Kevin started lapping at his father's ass. “Think it will take this weekend, son?” Kevin grinned for a few moments before smiling and saying, “The weekend as only just started. There's lots more to cum.” To be continued?

I can only speak for myself and I'm sure every top feels differently. I've always liked when a bottom boy stays soft and focuses completely on his boyhole. For a bottom boy to tug on own dick seems distracting and unnecessary to me. Over the years, my preference has turned into more of a mandate, to the extent that I'll tell a boy upfront to stay soft and will absolutely ban any kind of masturbation while I'm fucking. There is a physical beauty to seeing a perfectly groomed limp dick sway gently with each stroke. But above all, this is about the spiritual and emotional connection I feel with a bottom boy when I fuck. As a daddy/master, I want to look down on a boy's face and know he is in a state of total submission and surrendered to his top. I want our minds to be focused on the same: the pleasure of fucking, and the ultimate goal of the top's total release. When I slowly pull out and see a string of semen between my piss slit and the boyhole, I want to know that we both feel completely fulfilled. Any boy who has any other goals than to take my load is not a boy I want to fuck. I know that limits my options, but when I find a boy like that I know we'll have sex at a higher level and that the moment I dump my load will take us both into the spheres.