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PART 1 Of all the fucking days to have an appointment with my ID doctor, I had unluckily scheduled myself on a day that snow was coming down like crazy. I knew it would be even worse going home which pissed me even more. By the time I got to his office, the snow was really piled up and the parking lot was almost empty. I had 5 minutes to make my 4:00 appointment on time. I hurried as fast as I could. By the time I reached his office on the third floor, I had removed my scarf, toboggan, gloves, and winter coat. I was about to check-in when the receptionist appeared and said that all appointments had been cancelled. About that time, a voice in the hall began talking and telling the receptionist to leave now and forget about closing up that he would do it. The voice I recognized as my doctor who now rounded the corner and came into the receptionist’s area. “Don’t tell me you didn’t get the word?” he said when he saw me. Then, to his receptionist, “Go; now. I’ll take care of everything.” With that, the receptionist grabbed her belongings and took off for the door. My doctor began shutting down the office equipment as he told me to come on back and go in room one. In a few minutes, he came in the room and settled on his stool. We chatted about what had been happening since I had seen him last which was nothing of any medical note. He reviewed his notes on the computer making small talk and asking what I thought were silly questions. Then, much to my surprise and somewhat consternation he said he wanted to do a short physical exam because he had not done one in the last year. He handed me a paper gown and told me to strip to my underwear and left the room. He returned as I finished. He had me to sit on the table and began a slow exam of every crevice, surface, and orifice that I had. It was unlike his previous annual exams. After about five minutes, he began asking questions about my current sex life. I told him I was active. He stopped and looked me in the eyes and asked if I practiced safer sex. I looked at him and said that I did not and smiled. He shook his head and went on with his exam and questions. “Do you know your sexual partners?” he asked. “Usually, I do not,” I said blandly. “Yet, you allow them to discharge their semen in your rectal cavity,” he said. “Yes,” I said. “How can you do that knowing that is what caused you to be my patient?” he asked without a reproach in his voice. He really wanted to know. “Because having a dick repeatedly shoved in and out of my ass and hearing and feeling a man shooting his cum load in me is the greatest physical sensation that there is for a bottom gay man as I am,” I replied without blinking an eye. “Despite the propaganda, condoms do not afford the same feeling. And, from what I’ve heard tops say, it’s the same for them.” He continued on with his exam and other questions about my sex life such as how many partners, where I met them, where did we have sex, and so on. I realized at some point that his exam was different now. His hands were touching me on various parts of my body. They were innocuous but definitely not clinical either. And, then he announced that he was almost finished, but, he wanted to do a digital exam. As I had stepped down from the table and began to face it, I made a swift glance at my doctor and thought I detected a tent but couldn’t be absolutely sure. I assumed the position which allowed my gown to open in the back exposing my ass. In my mind I was chuckling as I don’t wear underwear and he had to have already noticed that I had on a favourite jock strap of mine. But, he said nothing. I felt the KY Jelly being applied and finally an index finger slowly being inserted in my ass. I suppose out of reflex I spread my feet a couple of inches further apart and bent my knees. I felt the digit rubbing all around inside me. It took a while but finally he began to touch my prostate. Slowly he rubbed it in different directions. He continued rubbing it slowly. I could stand it no longer and let out a gentle moan as my sphincter gave a snap closed impulse. He removed his finger but told me to stay where I was. I was a little uncomfortable now from embarrassment as I knew that my dick had been leaking pre-cum into the pouch. More KY was applied to my ass. I then felt two fingers being inserted. I knew this was not kosher but said nothing. The two fingers slowly entered my ass and pushed on until my prostate was found. A hand gently now rested on the small of my back as my prostate was stroked repeatedly. Again, I moaned as my dick stiffened as it leaked more pre-cum into my pouch. My sphincter reflexively grabbed the two fingers and tightened around them. A light sweat had broken out all over my body. Dr. Scholtz had been treating me now for four years. Never had this scenario ever entered my mind. He was my ID physician and physicians don’t get involved with their patients. They especially don’t get involved with their HIV infected patients. It’s just not done. But, here we were with me bent over the exam table, and he had two fingers up my ass massaging my prostate. I flashed back to when I had first met him. I was struck at how handsome he was but actually more than just handsome—he was fucking hot looking. I chastened myself for my lascivious thoughts. But, his 6 foot 2 inches, 190 pounds, dark features, and dark hair everywhere I could see on his body struck me as really someone with whom I could turn my back on so he could have better access to my ass. He was so damn sexy and sensual but in all these years I had held myself in check keeping everything on a professional. Now, he had two fingers in my ass. I moaned louder as his fingers stroked my prostate in unison. My body shivered as my head began a slow left and right roll. I shifted my stance as the fingers began to withdraw to the opening. As soon as they were there, back inside me they went. I gasped. I felt his fingers go as far inside as they could and once more began to be withdrawn. Ten, twelve, fifteen times Dr. Scholtz inserted and withdrew his fingers from my ass. With each insertion, he always stroked my prostate; I always moaned. Then, he began inserting and withdrawing his fingers faster until soon he was without a doubt finger fucking me. This definitely was not a digital exam. I tried holding myself still but just could not do so. My body was so used to this feeling. It wasn’t a dick but I was being fucked nevertheless. Soon, he was slamming his fingers deep inside me hard and fast. My prostate felt every insertion. “AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed and continued screaming as my balls blasted out their contents soaking my pouch so completely that some of my cum dripped down onto the floor. Dr. Scholtz pushed down on my back with his hand as he stroked my prostate with the two fingers on his other hand until I stopped screaming and began slowing my ejaculation. As the last of my cum load seeped out of my piss slit, I felt the fingers being withdrawn from my ass. When they had been completely withdrawn and the hand on the small of my back removed, I stood up and turned around facing my doctor. His face was ashen. I looked at his crotch and saw such a tent. I looked back into his eyes and knelt immediately in front of him. He moved backwards stopping only when he backed up to the counter top. I moved with him as my hands reached out to his pants unzipping them, unbuckling his belt, unsnapping his pants, and pushed his pants and boxers downward. He had made no effort to stop me. His uncut dick swung upwards as his boxers cleared his dick. Without hesitating, I opened my mouth and swallowed his uncut swollen dick. His piss slit hit the back of my throat. I wrapped my arms around his waist and held him tightly. I began sucking his dick calling on all the skill and tricks of the trade that I had. I slathered his dick with spit as I did a whirlwind job of getting his obviously hard dick even harder. It was his turn now to moan and jerk and shiver and that is exactly what he did as my mouth and tongue gave him what I am sure was his very first blow job by a gay man—an HIV positive gay man. In no time at all, my doctor was screaming as he held my head between his hands as his uncut 9 inches sprayed my throat with the first salvo of his cum load. Several minutes passed as the two of us enjoyed what was happening. He had a very sweet tasty cum. I relished every drop and swallowed every bit. With the last of his cum slowly oozing out of his piss slit, I began washing his dick with my tongue cleaning him as best as I could. I slid backwards off his dick which was still slightly hard. I made sure to clean under the foreskin. I stood up slowly, and we looked at each other both sweat soaked. What could be said at a time like this? Need anything be said? Time passed into awkward silence. PART 2 Dr. Scholtz spoke slowly and quietly as he avoided eye contact as much as possible. “That should not have happened. I take full responsibility. I have many patients but ever since you came to my practice I have not been able to put you in a patient-only position. I’m not gay, and I’m not bisexual. I don’t know what came over me. I am very sorry for what I did to you.” It was obvious that he now was embarrassed and racked with guilt. “Well, doc, now you know how I get myself into trysts without even trying. I’ve always seen you as my physician but also I’ve seen you very clearly as one helluva hot looking man,” I responded with blunt frankness. “I don’t regret anything that happened. So, don’t you be.” “You need to get dressed. We both need to get out of here,” he said and walked to the window. “Oh, no. It looks like we aren’t going to go anywhere. You get dressed. I’ve got to make a call. When you’re dressed, if you need to make a call, come out to the receptionist’s desk.” Dr. S left the room, and I got dressed. I had no one to call, but I was going to have a very slow trip back home as I now viewed how much snow had fallen as I looked out the window. There was at least a foot and a half on the ground and still more coming down. I went out to the receptionist’s desk hearing Dr. S say good-bye and hang up the phone. He turned to me and told me that the city was in shut down and that the major roads were becoming impassable. He told me he was going to walk to the Marriott about a mile away and get a room. He suggested that I do the same and wait for the storm to end and the roads to be cleared. I considered the suggestion and realized it was my best option. We left immediately. As the two of us walked inside the lobby at the Marriott, our numb limbs and faces had about reached their maximum punishment. The warmth felt so good. We dusted off the snow and loosened our coats. We walked up to the front desk and asked for two rooms but were informed that with the storm everyone from the interstate and expressway had preceded us. The only room left was a small room with a double bed. Nothing else was available. We looked at each other. I could not make the call, and it took Dr. S a few seconds to turn back to the manager and tell him that was fine; we’d take it. We registered, got the key card, and headed up to the fifth floor. The room was small. In fact, it really looked as if there had been a small left over space on the floor where someone came up with the idea of making just one more room. For me, it was heaven sent. At least I would not be curled up inside my car stuck on the expressway with no food, water, or blankets. I didn’t know and didn’t ask what Dr. S thought of the room. I suspected but he kept his thoughts to himself. I felt a tension from my physician which I considered realistic. I never approached him and tried to make everything to be as casual as possible. We ended up going to the dining room and having supper followed by a stop at the main bar. We each nursed a drink and talked casually as much as we could though numerous times there were awkward silences. Dr. S looked at his watch and said he was tired and wanted to go back to the room which we did. He called his wife and told her that he was at the Marriott and gave her the room number. I mentally noted that he never mentioned that he was sharing the room. We settled in and watched some programs on the TV. At 10:30, Dr. S said he was tired and was going to bed. I told him I was ready as well. I slipped off my shoes and socks, then, stood up taking off my shirt and pants. For modesty of some sort, I kept on my jock strap. I neatly put everything on or by the chair, walked to the right side of the bed, tossed back the covers, and slipped into bed. Dr. S began to undress slowly finally climbing into bed. He had left on his boxers and wife beater. We turned out the lights and settled in to sleep. I sharply woke up but not knowing why. I lay very still on my back and kept my breathing slow and shallow. At long last, I felt an ever so light touch on my hip. At first, a single finger traced down from the strap of my jock until it reached the bottom of my buttock. On the upward trace, I felt three finger tips making the trip. On reaching my strap once more, I felt the three finger tips follow the strap until it reached the pouch where an entire hand covered the pouch and began slowly and gently massaging the contents. Minutes passed as the hand continued the light massage. It took about a minute for my dick to begin to awaken to the soft massage. When my dick began to grow, I felt a jerky movement of my bed partner moving himself closer to me while trying not to awaken me. Still, I kept the same stance. His presence was noted as the mattress settled downward as his body moved closer to me. His hand soon began a more aggressive massage of my pouch. I thought it was time to move this “handiwork” along; I began a light moaning and sighing as I moved my arms and legs. I resettled myself on my left side. My bed partner held still until he thought that once more I was asleep. He then slowly moved closer settling himself so that his body was touching mine in about three places. Once more I felt his hand on my crotch. I let him again massage my dick for a couple of minutes before moving backwards and up against Paul who froze. We lay there several minutes as my dick grew hard and began to leak pre-cum. “I won’t stop you,” I finally quietly said. We lay there quietly for less than a minute before Paul began working on my crotch once more. He was unmerciful with his hand. I could tell he was getting his hand soaked with my pre-cum as he began to moan a little. His shadow now loomed above me as he tossed the covers off both of us. He moved in between my legs and continued to maul my hard dick and balls. Through the little light, I could see his face full of determination yet angst. Then, he grabbed my balls and dick and held them tightly with a look of panicked delight on his face. I let him suffer in his new wanton thoughts until I had a small streak of mercy. “Go ahead and do what you need to do. Go ahead and do what you have to do. You know you can’t stop yourself; you can’t stop now because you’ve come too far. You have to know. You have to experience it. It’s been eating at you for a long time. You’ve got the chance now. You know I won’t stop you,” I said quietly but firmly. He hesitated; I growled, “DO IT NOW!” Paul looked at me face-to-face. He released my crotch as I raised my legs upward where they were caught by his hands. He placed them on his shoulders as I raised my hips off the bed. Paul’s underwear was shoved down to his knees releasing his mighty 9-inch uncut dick that curved upwards ever so lightly. He pushed my knees to my chest where I held them. He fumbled with his dick trying to line the head up with my ass hole. He finally found the opening and began pushing. I was determined that I was going to get fucked and never to forget it. I clamped my sphincter tightly refusing to give way. I could hear frustration as Paul pitifully grunted, whined, squealed, and growled as he discovered he was making no progress at shoving his hard dick in me. Despite the darkness, I saw the savagery in his eyes when he finally looked into my eyes. He pulled his face and body upward, hesitated only a mere second or two, then, raised his hand high. He issued an open mouth primordial growl with his nostrils flaring as his hand raced downward slamming against my face jerking my head to the right. His hand made an equally as fast trip back from where it started. Paul grabbed me by my hips and slammed balls-deep into my ass ripping and tearing me in several places. I bit my lips at all the gloriously beautiful pain. Paul began to fuck me with such a wonderful violence the likes of which I had not felt in many years. On and on his dick was buried full length inside me and withdrawn so that only a mere fraction of his fat dickhead was still inside me. With each plunge inside me, I felt his two large orbs slap onto my butt. Paul was now driven by pure lust as he had finally discovered what it felt like to fuck another man in the ass. It was a feeling he now new and would know again. His inner anger controlled until now burst forth with a gusto of energy. I felt teeth sinking into my neck. A growl of deep savagery was sounded at the same time. I winced at the bite as my dick trembled with sheer delight of the physical pain. My dick strained itself and doubled the flow of pre-cum. Paul continued to deep dick my ass as he shifted into overdrive thrusting harder and faster into my ass. He opened his mouth releasing my neck and reared his head upward looking down at me never missing a stroke. He grabbed my hips and began pounding harder and faster still driving himself into a frenzy as sweat began to splatter everywhere around us and on me. “FUCK ME, YOU BASTARD! GIVE ME THAT CUM LOAD OF YOURS!” I growled and spit on his face. “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” he screamed throwing his head backwards as he plunged deep inside me. I felt his dick swell and shrink a number of times as great globs of his sperm gushed through his urethra and coated my gut. More and more of his cum entered me as I clung to him. Paul finally pulled his deflated dick out of my ass and rolled over onto his side of the bed. I reached down and pulled the cover back up over us saying nothing. Paul, too, said nothing. What more needed to be said? I had already said it, and Paul had complied. No one needed to be remindful. It was what it was. I looked at my watch. It was quarter after one. We both went back to sleep. PART 3 Slowly, my eyes opened. I checked my watch: 3:07. As I nestled myself back into comfort, I heard a deep low voice whisper, “Fuck me.” I turned to look at Paul. His eyes were wide open when I finally could see them. “Fuck me, now. Please. Before I change my mind.” I raised my head a little and looked to be sure. Yes, his eyes were open; he was awake. I turned on the bedside light and looked at Paul again who was now resting on his left elbow. I looked at Paul closely. I finally said, “My rules; my way; no complaints; no stopping. If you try to stop, you will regret it.” I let him mull over what I had said. “Agreed,” he said as he tossed back the covers. He quickly got up pulling off his wife beater and boxers. He hurried to the bath room shutting the door. I began rubbing my dick through my pouch. I finally pulled my jockstrap off and tossed it beside the bed. Minutes passed. The commode was flushed as running water was heard. More minutes passed. At last, the water was turned off and Paul re-entered the bedroom. His dick was rigid in anticipation. When he began to climb on the bed, I held my hand up stopping him. “You need to suck my dick and get it hard; that won’t take long to do. As you suck me, get your ass as wet with spit as you can. You’re going to need as much as possible. It’s going to burn like Hell, and the pain is going to be like no other you’ve ever had. But, the pain will pass within a couple of minutes and eventually become very soothing and pleasurable. You’ll want more,” I cooed to him. “When you think you’ve got enough spit in your ass, straddle me and lower your ass down onto my dick. YOU will fuck yourself; I’m going to lay here. You have total control of how much of my dick you take, when you stop taking it, and when you start taking it. I’m not fucking you; you are fucking yourself using my dick.” Paul knelt between my legs and began sucking my dick as he did his best to lubricate his ass with his spit. He was so inept but made an effort. I relished the thought of the pain he would feel which hardened my dick. Then, removing his mouth from my dick, Paul looked at me, nodded, and scrambled to position himself astride me. It took him several tries to get the right spot. I maintained an enigmatic look. He finally began to settle his virgin straight ass onto my hard pre-cum smeared dick. Slower than a snail in a race with a lame tortoise, Paul forced his sphincter downward spearing the opening with my hard cut 7 ½ inches of meat. After several failed attempts, he raised his body upright, grabbed my dick with his right hand, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and shoved himself downward in a big jerk. Immediately, his eyelids flew open. I heard the beginning of a pained cry that was shut down in four seconds and muted in his throat. A terrified panicked look overtook the pain-racked face that I saw. Twice more Paul made his downward jerks impaling himself further onto my dick. Each body jerk elicited more pain and panic. The fourth jerk found Paul fully impaled on my now very primed dick. I saw and felt his body trembling. I wondered if it was from fear of my status or if it was he finally understood what a bare cock in a man’s ass felt like. Paul sat astride me with a contorted face. His body was swaying as his hands and arms didn’t know what to do to alleviate his pain. I flexed my dick sending more bolts of enjoyment into him. Several minutes passed as he adjusted to the sensations. I continued to flex my dick. By the end of his adjustment time, Paul was swaying still but this time from the pleasure he was feeling. He finally opened his eyes and looked down at me . . . and smiled. He began rocking and rolling around on my dick as he felt it up inside himself. He became almost giddy at the feeling. Then, he placed his hands onto my nipples and began riding me very slowly. He was in control for now. More and more Paul began lifting himself up higher and lowering himself. In short order, he began a much more directed slam back down onto my dick. His pace quickened and quickened again. He grabbed my chest and held tightly as his almost menacing eyes now focused in on mine. His eyes demanded that I give him the final reward that he sought. His growls were animalistic and threatening. His urgency continued to grow as did his lust. I timed myself so that just as Paul bottomed out, I wrestled him around on the bed until he was on his back with his knees over my shoulders and being slammed in his ass by my now fully swollen dick. I began madly pounding his ass driving my dick in every possible direction. Paul was shocked and stunned at how quickly I had changed our position. He did not fully understand what was happening for several moments. By that time, I was in total control repeatedly driving my bloated oozing dick into his hole. More and more I slammed into Paul’s now open and willing if not demanding ass as he moaned and groaned his approval. His eyes were aflame with lust. His mouth partially open seeped the excess spit that he was creating out of lust. His body was coated with massive amounts of sweat as was mine. His hands held onto my waist as best they could pulling me closer into him. His nostrils flared wildly as his breathing was labored from all the exertion. I was now fucking Paul faster and harder than I had ever fucked any man before. I knew I was close and couldn’t figure out what was happening. I had never fucked as hard or as fast as this. I was a quick shooter when I fucked. I just couldn’t get myself over the top. Then, without warning, I smelled it. My nose picked up the unmistaken scent of blood, and I went wild. I slammed my dick into Paul hard grabbing a handful of his hairy chest pulling it upward to my lowering mouth where I bit down on it as I began to scream. Paul yelped. My dick began pumping my balls’ juices into his ass. More and more of my cum poured into Paul who was now whining and whimpering as he realized he was now being filled with my tainted sperm. I know not how long it took for me to finish unloading my cum load. But, I did finally and slowly slid out of Paul’s ass. We settled our sweaty bodies onto the bed. Two days later, the roads were finally all cleared. I went home and cleaned my condo. Paul went home to his wife. It is three years later, and I am no longer a patient at Paul’s practice. He now makes house calls for me. Next year, Paul is monitoring my numbers when I go off my meds. We plan on making his first numbers. And, even more numbers after I’m done with him.

I was in London a few days ago and very horny to get fucked. I had posted on BBRT and on Craigslist. I received numerous hits, but they all seemed to be flakes: several of the guys were 'no shows', and the balance would want to chat and swap pics, but then dropped the conversation. London seems to have an overabundance of game players when it comes to online cruising. But then I began to chat with a guy who answered my Craigslist ad. He said he lived just a mile from my hotel and wanted to come over. I had not seen any pics of him, but his self description sounded nice. He said he was in his mid 50's, a very athletic and fit body, covered in thick, black/grey hair, large/thick cock that got and stayed rock hard. He told me that he wanted to get sucked and rimmed. And that if the chemistry was right, he'd fuck me, but he'd only fuck me if covered. Normally I would turn down getting fucked by a guy wearing a condom, but on this occasion I was getting desperate to get fucked, and, as everything else he said about himself sounded great, I invited him over. Within about 35 minutes, he was knocking on my hotel room door. I opened the door to find a very attractive Middle Eastern man standing there. I invited him inside. "Are you okay with how I look?" he asked? "Fuck, yeah," I replied. We both began to undress. Then he stood before me in just his undershirt, briefs and socks. I stepped up to him and rubbed his chest and his already hard cock through his white briefs. Then I dropped to my knees and put my mouth on the bulge in his shorts. I chewed on it for a moment, then pulled his waistband over his hard cock and took his thick cock head into my mouth. I worked his cock as I pulled his briefs down and helped him step out of them. Next he pulled his undershirt up and over his head. I looked up to see his very sexy, hairy chest above me as I made love to his now rock hard cock. He sat on the edge of the bed and I continued to suck on his very large and thick cock. My tongue slid into his large piss hole in his mushroomed sized cockhead. Then I licked up and down the underside of his cock, working my way down to his balls, on which I licked and sucked. He moaned as I did this. I then licked under his balls and he moaned even louder. Then I lifted his legs a bit. He got the hint and pulled his legs up to his chest as I began to lick and eat his very hairy asshole. I spread his hole and got my tongue deep up inside his tight hole. I lapped my tongue across his hole and he was groaning with pleasure. Then he flipped over onto his knees and climbed up further onto the bed. I took some deep sniffs of my poppers and pressed my face into his hairy ass and again ate his hairy hole. I came up for air, "Wanna fuck me?" I asked? "Not yet. Keep eating my hole," he answered. I continued to eat his hole, then he flipped back onto his back and I went back to sucking his cock. I couldn't believe how large and hard his cock was for a man his age. The hardness was like a kid in his 20's, not a guy in his late 50's. Whether is was from a little, blue pill or not, I could care less. I was loving this rock, solid cock in my mouth. Finally, he reached for my ass and fingered my hole a bit. "Okay, I want your ass," he remarked. I got off the bed and grabbed my lube, took care of my hole and then presented the bottle to him, knowing he had said he had said he would only fuck with a condom, but I didn't offer him one. I had a few in the drawer. But would only pull one out if he insisted. I climbed back onto the bed and put my ass up towards him. I was expecting him to ask for a condom, but he never did. He lubed his cock and put his hard cock head up to my hole. I started to sniff the poppers deeply, as I felt him begin to press into me. "Take it slow, please," I asked. The thickness and hardness of his large cock would take a little time, however, soon he was balls deep in me and began to pump in and out of me with some speed and power. He was soon slamming into me, making a loud slapping sound as his pelvis slammed against my ass. He had grabbed my shoulders and was ramming up into me. I had to take some more popper sniffs, but it was feeling great. "You like my dick?", he asked. "Fuck, YEAH," I answered. His cock was rubbing against my prostate and I was in bottom/pig heaven. Bam! Bam! Bam! His cock was ramming into me. Then he reached under me and pinched my nipples as he fucked me. That really gets me going. I was soon cumming myself as he fucked me and pinched my nipples. When I began to cum, that set him off. Now, he was groaning, growling and grunting as he filled my ass with his load. I was squeezing my ass on his thick cock as it throbbed in my ass. He continued to thrust into me for quite some time as he emptied every drop of his seed into me. Finally he pulled out of me in a quick withdrawal and then jumped off the bed and went into the bathroom to wash off his dick. I dressed as I heard the water in the sink running. He came out. His now soft cock, still thick and long hanging down between his legs. He dressed in silence then said, "You've got my email address. Let me know when you're back. I'm married and it's sometimes difficult to get away. But I'll fuck you anytime I can," he remarked as he left my room.

Ready to shoot my load

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.

Got struck by a bottom mood...took 5 loads from 4 guys, all 21-24, in the last 24hrs. So many horny fuckers in NYC

Daddy's good little boy... The kid seemed apprehensive at first, but now that he got used to the taste, he can't get enough of it... Now it's time to show him that daddy's bugjuice tastes even better when fingered out of his little boyhole...

The feeling of daddy's bare dick rubbing over my tender boyhole drove me crazy with lust. I knew the risk it entailed, but I just had to feel him skin-on-skin. He was my daddy after all. Daddy lined up his dick with my virgin hole and looked me deep in the eyes. "You know I'm pozitive, don't you?" I found myself unable to speak, so I just nodded my head. Daddy increased the pressure and finally my tight virgin boyhole gave way and his fat pozcock sank slowly into my pussy, causing me to moan with pleasure...

HE: "You want daddy's dick?" You: "Yeah." HE: "Want daddy to use a rubber?" YOU: "No, please don't!" HE: "What's it you want daddy to do then?" You: "Please shoot your daddycum into my boycunt." HE: "You want your own dad to get you pregnant, breeding you with the same cum he used to knock up your momma?" You: "Oh God, yes! I so want to have your babies..."

In a week my baby brother will arrive in NYC for school. It will be a lot of fun or a giant nightmare.

Goddamn, I've been a slut today. [EG] Yesterday, too, cum to think of it. Gloryholes... craigslist... gloryholes... grinder... gloryholes... fuck buddy... gloryholes... fuck buddies (plural)... then... a black guy in the hallway of the adult bookstore... then... 2 black guys in the restroom of the adult bookstore. Goddamn. God-fuckin-damn. Everyone saw! And... here I am pulling up at yet another adult bookstore. In the ghetto.

In times of broken homes and corrupted morals, we've finally found somebody willing to uphold those good old family values. Both comforting and inspiring to see a young boy following in his dad's and granddad's footsteps...

My buddy and I (let's call him Scott) have had some pretty wild adventures over our 8 years of friendship. I have a partner of 10 years and Scott is single. The three of us do quite a bit together - dinner, movies, concerts, etc. Sometimes when Scott and I are alone we like to take it to a bit of a dark side. We were at a pool party once and a little tipsy and both had to piss. We end up in the same bathroom and pissing over the same toilet. He was enamored with my pecker and I was with his, too. We drained each other and returned to the pool party a few minutes tardy and two loads lighter. One night after he swallowed a load of cum out of my 8 inch dick we got to talking about drugs and party drugs. We'd done ecstasy, cocaine and GHB together on various dance floors across the world - always a nice euphoric escape from reality. Scott asked if I'd ever tried Tina. I hadn't. I'd heard the horror stories and always just steered clear of it. Scott told me that he'd been doing it off and on for the past couple of months and having some intense and mind-blowing sex. Hot! Scott's a muscle power bottom. 5'9" 180 blond, well built fucker with an AMAZING bubble butt. His other hole is equally amazing. I don't know how he does it but he sucks the hell out of a cock. Out of curiosity I asked if he had anyTina but he didn't. I was intrigued and aroused and he could tell. If I were ever to try it it would have to be with Scott. I had a bulge in my pants and his cock started to plump up, too. We decided to head out to a sex club spot with some open play spaces and glory holes -- he loves to suck cock and it turns me on to watch it.....and he lets out these little whimpers when he gets a spurt of pre-cum on his tongue. And moans louder when it's feeding time. And on the flip side, to hear the top grunt through the wall as he's emptying his nuts down Scott's throat. Really fucking hot. So we arrive and it's not very busy but there are a few hot guys. We make a few laps and end up in a dark corner, enter a stall and wait patiently. One of the hot studs had eyed us immediately and headed in our direction but he took a different path so we weren't sure who might open up that door. Heard the door creak and like Pavlov's dog, Scott dropped to his knees in front of the glory hole. It wasn't our stud, but it was a decent looking guy. Part of the fun is to wait for the cock pull out to see what you're working with. This cock was a beauty. Milky white with thick veins, uncut. Scott went to work and I dropped my pants, too. Too fucking turned on not to jack my cock. Our neighbor offered some poppers and we all sniffed hard and took off to outer space. It didn't take long for our neighbor to bust his nut. Scott's moans alerted me that the cum reward was on its way. He loved loads. And he loved standing up and kissing me with a freshly deposited load in his mouth. It's really fucking hot to smell it on his lips, his breath and TASTE another man's DNA while we kiss. We love to share hot stranger's cum with each other. Our neighbor zipped up and left and we decided to take another lap. It had gotten a bit more crowded and Scott recognized someone and hurriedly whisked around the corner. I assumed it was an old trick. It was - but it was one of the guys he's been smoking tina with and marathon fucking. I couldn't tell if he wanted to leave, if he was embarrassed, if he didn't want them to see me or me to see them. Finally, I bursted out do you think he has any tina? At that exact moment, Tate came around the corner and immediately noticed Scott. They hugged/kissed and chuckled a bit about seeing each other there. Scott then introduced me to Tate. Tate is a beast specimen of a man. Gorgeous milk chocolate skin and a smooth demeanor. Without skipping a beat he whispers to Scott asking if he wanted to party. Scott said DEFINITELY, but can my friend join, too? He motioned us back down a series of halls and ultimately led to a large door. I wasn't sure if it was part of the establishment or a security door for emergency. It was a small warehouse like room for storage more than likely. Once the door shut behind us it was pitch black. And eerily quiet.... I could hear our new friend fumbling in his pockets and the next thing I hear is the flicker of a lighter. He's got a glass pipe in his hand a lighter underneath and after a few seconds he lifts the pipe to his mouth to inhale the thick white smoke circling in the little glass bowl. Scott's already on his knees with black cock in his mouth and goddamn is it a big black cock. Tate offered me the pipe but I told him I didn't really know what to do. He kept the lighter under for me and coached me through it. I took my first hit and almost immediately felt a little tingly and warm. He made me hit it again as Scott was deep throating his monster cock. I have to admit that I loved the way the smoke was making me feel. It was Scott's turn to hit the pipe and I was enthralled with it. Hearing the flicker of the lighter.....the thick white clouds swirling the bowl and ultimately being inhaled for some inhibition altering bareback fucking. Scott was taking another hit so I dropped to my knees to get a taste of my new buddy. His dick was huge and dripping pre-cum. I cupped his balls with my hands and savored sucking his piece. Scott was loving the pipe and hitting it again and our buddy did that always hot, tell-tale sign from a top. He started maneuvering his hand back to Scott's muscle ass. He wanted that hot ass and Scott definitely wanted that black meat. Before long, Scott's pants were down at his ankles and he was bent over ready to take it. Another pipe hit and a few gobs of spit was all it took and they were barebacking with a frenzy. I couldn't see everything but I could definitely hear the fucking. The moans....the skin smacking against skin. The filthy talk between the two of them about where to shoot the load. It was very hot. Scott started squeezing his muscle hole around that big dick and it didn't take more than 30 seconds or so for him to unload. The cock reluctantly flopped out of Scott's hole and he immediately swung around to clean the cock and get every last dribble of cum. It was all incredibly hot. But I realized that after smoking some, my hole was hungry and absolutely on fire..... (Part 2 if interest)

This thread will contain the new adventures for Cody, his Dad, and his friends. You don't need to have read "Cody's Return" Part 1 and Part 2 to know what's going on here [Moderator's Note: Links Added] , but it can give you some back story. Also, I want to say a huge thank you to all the guys who's reached out to me... there's a few of you who've messaged me here and on BBRT and got my cock very hard (you know who you are), this first chapter is dedicated to you (and what I hope we get to do). -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER 1: Cody: There is a tingling, a pleasurable stinging sensation when a man’s raw cock slowly snakes its way into your ass that feels like no other kind of sex; when that man is your Dad it's even hotter. My Dad might have been asleep, but his cock was wide awake and ready to play. Considering all of the time I had recently spent with Sam, I really needed my father’s cum. I also needed to have 'the conversation' with Dad about Sam, but while my ass was quite sore, still I couldn't sleep as I was insatiably horny. I wanted Dad’s cum in my ass; his boy needed it right then. Dad was so good, so practiced at breeding my ass. It wasn't, perhaps, fair of me to let something like his need for sleep to get in the way of breeding his boy’s tight (but well used) butt. Still, as Dad and I almost always cuddle at night, and as on this night he was on his back, well, with a little lube, a little precum and a little patience, his cock slid into me nice and slow. I gritted my teeth a bit, wincing from the stinging sensation. Sam, and his friends generally fucked me hard and hung me up wet, but I didn't care; I needed Dad’s bare cock. I worked his cock slowly, ever so gradually lowering my ass onto his crotch, eventually reaching that happy moment when I could feel Dad's familiar, hairy sac, brushing against my ass cheeks. I loved the sensation of his cock being fully lodged in my ass. It was no less amazing he didn't awaken. Still, it was now well past 3:00 AM, Dad's breathing was restful and calm, so I knew he was still asleep. Sitting on his crotch, with his his fully engorged cum stick lodged inside my ass, I found myself remembering the first time Dad had fucked me. I had just turned eighteen two weeks prior. When I was too young to completely understand, my Mom died; Dad later told me she died of pancreatic cancer. All I knew was one day Mom was there, and suddenly she wasn't, leaving Dad and I alone. The funeral and burial completed, the funereal luncheon over, and now even her clothing donated to charity, Dad and I were left with each other. Any how, after Mom died, life slowly returned to normal. Not surprisingly, I suppose, Dad and I grew very close. Around the house Dad rarely wore clothes, and subsequently neither did I. He never said nudity wasn’t normal so I never gave it a second thought. As I got older it crossed my mind that our custom of stripping immediately upon getting behind the closed door of the house was perhaps not the usual practice of my friends' households, but I reasoned it was a matter of choice, and Dad and I had made the decision to make nudity a normal part of our life. Dad and I had always been open and he shared everything with me, he never talked down to me, or lied, even when I asked questions about adults or sex or the body. As I got into my teens I became a bit awkward around him even though I knew our home life wasn’t an abnormal thing. Dad and I had the conversation and he told me what he thought was right but also said I’d eventually decide what I want and what is right for me. The other thing we did that I didn’t see others do is we never closed doors, even when using the bathroom. More than once at night, from my room, I could hear him moaning. I always wanted to go to his room and see, but I never did. About the time I found the internet, my hormones were raging, but while I had a pretty good idea what was going on with Dad, I pretended not to hear it. The year I turned 18 my Dad planned a big birthday party for me and several of my friends and we had a great time. As it got late, and everyone finally left, I immediately went to my room and got rid of my clothes. I was bent over pulling off my shorts when my Dad entered my room. He was already naked and, having had a beer or two, was relaxed. We chatted about the party for a minute, but when I thought I noticed Dad checking out my body, I really didn’t give it a second thought - we had seen each other naked far to many times for his curiosity to mean anything. “Thanks for the party today, Dad, it was great.” He smiled, replying “You’re really growing up to be a handsome young adult, Cody." I think I blushed a little, then he offered, “And … you’re welcome.” With this he walked over, giving me a big hug and a kiss on my forehead. I remember feeling like a kid again, warm and safe in his hug, but then it happened: I felt my Dad’s cock rubbing against my stomach. My cock awkwardly comes to life, but then Dad releases me and left the room. My cock, however, continued to rise, thinking about Dad. I hit the lights and climbed into bed, of course being a late teenager, I immediately thought to jack off as I was horny as fuck. As I reached for myself, however, it first occurred to me that, for the past several months, the thought of Dad's body had permanently worked itself into my 'jack off fantasies' with the result Dad had become a major part of what got me off. He had become my entire world - and his cock had quite literally just been pressed against my body. In fact I could actually still smell his scent. I imagined his cock pressed against me again, my mind was racked with the thought of engaging with him in a full blown fuck session. I wanted Dad, but honestly didn't know what to make of my yearnings. So I lay in bed, beating my cock, imagining Dad's body and cock, trying to work myself to release, when suddenly I hear Dad moan. Clearly Dad was also beating off, and, as I was more than curious, I made my first major decision as an 18 year old: I was going to watch my Dad blow a load. I soundlessly moved towards his bedroom with the intent of watching, making my way down the hallway, doing my best to be conscientious of my body and any noise it might make, doing my best impression of a cat. Dropping to the floor, I crawled into Dad's room, knowing that, giving the position of his bed and the fact that the lights were off, I had a good chance of being able to crawl to the foot of his bed without Dad being aware of my presence. I really loved his bedroom as it bares the scent of his body, which left my heart pounding and my cock hard and leaking. 'Fuck it,' I thought, 'I'm gonna jack off too.' At that point Dad moaned as he worked his rod. Then, to my surprise, I distinctly heard him quietly grunt “Cody… Cod… oh fuckkkk … ohhh baby … ohhh baby boy … that’s it yeah.” I froze, asking myself 'Dad's calling my name?' Did he hear or see me? My cock felt too good, however to allow me to dwell on the question, and involuntarily I quietly moaned “Ahhhhhhhh.” At least I thought I had been quiet, but apparently not as I then felt a hand on my shoulder as my Dad gently said “Cod baby, you don’t have to hide. You can come up here. We’ve always been open with each other. You don’t have to sneak around. We can jack off together.” My eyes must have looked like those of a deer caught in the headlights of a car on a country road. “Guilty," I muttered, not really knowing how to respond to him, followed by the croak "Okay", as I swallowed hard, my eyes completely trained on the shadow above me. I could barely see him as I got to my feet, moving to the side of the bed. “Get under the covers with me, son,” Dad said as he pulled the sheets back. I could just make out a shadowy naked form. Still I looked down, trying to see his cock, only to realize my father was awaiting me. “Come on boy," he urged. Looking back at him, I climbed into bed as he turned on a side lamp, which gave a dim light, enough light, however, that I could now see his face. “Dad, ..." I stammered. “It’s okay, son. I told you no secrets between us. I love you.” “I love you too, Dad.” "And it looks like I’m not the only one who’s horny.” I blushed a bit, but smiled, a smile which Dad returned, which broke the tension of the moment. “Dad … I … I’m just …." “You what, baby boy? It's okay, it’s me. We share everything. You can tell me anything." “I love you!, no, I want you!” I blurted out, interrupting him. There it was out in the open. Then I immediately look away feeling awkward; Dad, however, took my chin in his hand, turning my face to his. “Dad .…” Dad placed his finger over my lips, “Shhhh…”, his eyes looking through me, then he looks down towards my cock. Before I could think, he placed my left hand on his cock, and, taking my cock in his hand, we began slow-stroking each other, not speaking, but also not breaking eye contact. I couldn't believe I was actually stroking another man's cock - in fact, my Father's cock. For that matter his precum was slicking-up my hand. Dad leaned in towards me, a broad smile on his face, our eyes trained on each other. Dad’s face was now right against mine and he’s looking at me and my mouth and then my eyes, back and forth. This was it, the first time I was jacking off with my father, when he suddenly presented me with another first: without preamble, he presses his lips to mine and kissed me. Not a kiss such as he had given me in the past, a fatherly peck, no, this was a lover’s kiss. I did my best to match the intensity of his kiss, and as I did, his cock spurted a particularly generous quantity of precum. After that Dad invited me to sleep with him every night. It wasn’t long until I learned to suck and appreciate his big cock; my Dad, my boyfriend. Dad said, “Once you become an adult you can decide for myself what you want Cod,” making it clear he trusted my judgment. For me, I was sold: this was what I had fantasized about, my first boyfriend – my own father. “Ahhhhhhhh……….. ahhhhhhhhhhhhh…,” a huge groan and exhalation. Dad’s hands were now holding my thighs; I was riding my father’s cock. He was, of course, fully awake. At this point though I’m impaling myself on his cock, and as much as it stings, I really want his cum inside me – I’m working him hard to get it. “Ohhhhh fuck boy ... ohhhhh fuck … you needed Daddy’s cock huh?” I let out a long moan, “Yeeeeeeeeess….” “Do it boy… ride Daddy’s big cock.” The sounds of sex in the room is obvious as we could both hear the sloshing sound of a raw cock fucking a cummy ass. “Is that cum in there, boy?” “Yes, Daddy,” I replied, trying to sound younger than my 22 years since I know it makes him a little crazy. “FUUUUCCCKKK that’s hot!” Dad seems so horny, but he also seems completely happy to just lie here and let me do all the work for to get his spunk. I start wondering if, having had a great deal of sex with Sam and his friends, I was HIV+, and then the thought also crossed my mind “If I’m positive from Sam having fucked me, will Sam also have converted Dad? "Ohhhhhh…. Ohhhhhh…. It feels so fucking good Dad." “Yeah boy… ride me… I’m getting close." I knew my Dad was about to cum inside my ass, if only because he never lasted long after he says the magic word 'close'. The thought of Sam fucking me flashed through my mind, especially the several occasions where I begged him to fuck poz cum into me, which he was more than happy to do. If I was now positive, what could I say? I had asked him for his poz load far more than once. “Dad … I … I …., “ but the words weren't forth coming, which was fine anyhow, as my next (quite involuntary) utterance was “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……… ahhhhhhhhhhhhh…. Oh fuck … Daaaaa…..” and my ass clamped down on his cock as a huge load comes flying out of the business end of my cock. “Oh fuck…. Oh fuck…, “ as my orgasm racked my body. “Cod! ... FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!” Dad's cock was obviously releasing its pent up load. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck Cod…. Ohhhhhhhhhh … Ohhhhhhhh.” Our grunts, moans, and ragged breathing were heavy as our orgasms subsided, and we gradually came down from the release. “That is so fucking hot,” I moaned between deep gasps. “Yes it is baby boy … needed that so bad,” Dad gasped, adding "…and I’m soaked now.” We both laughed. I climbed off his cock and lay down beside him, kissing Dad. He leaned into me, squishing all of my cold, wet cum into my stomach. I loved him so much, and couldn't think of the words to explain I might be infected, even if I knew Dad had always been there for me, and been open with me. Still, I had to find the words. “Did you have a good time with your friends last night?” I asked him. “Yeah it was good … this is better,” he replied as he kissed me. “You?” "Same with me …, “ pausing, and adding "Dad, I’ve been having sex with .…” "It's okay, Cod, I’ve been having sex too.” “Sam?” I blurted out. “Yes," he answered, pausing, only to add, “Sam … how did you too connect?” “Uhmmm… well saw a message from him on your phone once, and then didn’t know it was him, but met him on BBRT and we started talking and well ... He’s fucked me a couple times.” There was an awkward pause, then he says, “Same with your old man, I guess. I don’t ‘always’ go jogging.” A laugh escaped us both, giving me the courage to say “Haha… uhmm yeah … figured. Dad it’s just that … well, I’ve been fucking bareback.“ Another pause. “Me too, baby boy… always hated condoms. I got tested last week.” “You did… what did…?” “Negative.“ I looked at him, paused, ran the thoughts through my mind and resume saying “I haven’t actually tested poz … so who says I am until they tell me otherwise?” Then Dad piped in, suggesting "Why don’t we go this week? We can get tested together.” “But you just ….” “Doesn’t matter. Besides, the guy that works there.…” "Oh, I know. You mean 'Chris'." "Yeah… how did you?” "Fuckbud brought him over once. He’s hot.” "Yeah he is ... anyways, not that you’re positive, but you can see how easy it is to test, and maybe it’ll put your mind at rest.” “Yeah … uhmmm… okay” was my only reply. The day went by and Dad and I spend it together. Then next morning Dad was out for a jog when it hit me "I bet Sam is fucking him right now.” Part of me was jealous. I was really horny, so I decided to find out. Me: I’m horny Sam: Me too Sam: Busy today though Me: Breeding my Dad? Sam: Maybe: P Me: Fuck! I want Sam: What do you want? Me: + cum Sam: Dirty boy Sam: Jake asked if he can text you, gave him your #, hope that’s ok Me: That guy you told me about before? That’s cool, can I have his # too? Sam: Yeah I’ll send it, one sec Sam sends me Jake’s # and I decide to message him instead of waiting when literally a message from an unknown contact appears on my phone. Jake: Hey this is Jake, … Sam gave me #, hope it’s cool to message you Me: That’s weird Me: I was just going to text you lol Jake: LOL Me: Yeah it’s cool … Sam told me he gave you my # Jake: He talk about me? Me: A little lol Jake: Oh really? What’d he say? Me: Nm … just said you guys had some group fun Jake: Yeah we did … that it? Me: He said you’re HIV+ … prob from that night Jake: Yep I’m poz Jake: About a month now Me: Hope its ok he told me that … don’t wanna seem nosey Jake: Its cool Me: So you got it from him? Jake: Always bb’d here Jake: We think his hot friend Sergei is the one that actually gave it to me Me: How do you know that? Jake: I’m horned. Can we get together? Horny? Me: LOL… always Me: Yeah that’s cool Jake: HOT (includes a pic of his cock) Me: Damn… that’s a hot cock! Jake: And it’s poz … sure it’s ok? Me: Hell, yeah -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jake: Cody gave me his address and I told him I was immediately heading out to his place. The thought that we were both HIV+ left my cock leaking. But then he'll confirm as much at some point when he gets tested. I intended to make him beg me for poz cock and then when he does test poz, we’ll hopefully discuss it, and I’ll let him know he got it from me. The thought of watching him fuck and breed a few guys before he got tested, just so he could still claim to be neg, was perversely exciting, especially knowing when he finally learns he had converted, he might get weird about being poz and fucking raw. Or even worse, he might go on meds right away. Personally I didn't intend to take any meds until I had to. I wanted to share the bug with as many guys as I could. On the drive to Cody’s house the thought of Chris, the hot guy at the testing center crossed my mind, specifically the way he flirted with all the guys there. Was he truly an incorrigible flirt, or was he actually poz, and using his job as a way into other guys' pants? Or perhaps, was he still neg and chasing the bug? I decided I would just have to find out.

Hi all, this is my first story, based on real events from last night. I hope you enjoy! The Bi Virgin It was a Friday night and I had had a pretty long week at work, leaving me exhausted and horny as hell. On my way home, I stopped at a fast food joint to grab a bite to eat and popped up Grindr to see if there were any loads around that I could take. The usual old faces filled my cascade rather quickly. However, a pic-less profile sat right next to my picture. He had listed his stats: 28, 185 lb, 5’8”, neg, looking for bigger guys. As a larger cub, this piqued my interest. I popped up his chat and just as I was about to hit send, his message popped up: Him: Hey there! You are close. Me: Yeah man, just at X restaurant. How are you? Him: To be honest really horny. I am stuck in this hotel and really want to play. Me: MMMMM. Fucking hot man. I’m here horny as fuck. What r u into? Bottom or top? Him: So not really sure… I’m a virgin. Only jerked off a cock before. I think I’m a bottom though. I hesitated. I really wanted to take some loads tonight. But I also was boned at the idea of being the first cock to slide up this virgin’s ass. I could feel myself leaking in the restaurant. Suddenly my phone vibrated again and I noticed he sent me a face pic. He was fucking adorable! Shaggy blond hair, cool blue eyes, light scruff on a semi-baby face. I needed my cock in him soon. Me: Fuck man, you are hot. You are close, are you staying at the XXX hotel. It was the obvious choice. It was the only hotel within a mile. Him: Yeah man, wanna come over? Got lube and condoms in case it gets there? Me: Sure. I can be right over. Him: Room 228. I stopped at my car where I have a little first aid kit box repurposed as my sex go-bag (lube, silicon cock rings, condoms for those that insist, hand sanitizer… the basics I want with me at all times). I walked over to the hotel and was to his room in less than 5 minutes. He answered the door in basketball shorts and a tight lycra shirt. He was obviously tenting at the thought of being with another guy. After exchanging pleasantries, he began giggling nervously. I put my hand on his waist and pulled him close. I brushed my lips on his and then began to kiss him deeply. “Did you like that?” I asked. “Yeah,” he said with his nervous giggle. I began to rub his hard cock through his shorts. He let out a light gasp of pleasure. I let my hand wander under his elastic band. Damn, he had a thick cock. Hopefully one day he will use it to bred willing bottoms. “I have something I’ve always wanted to do with another guy… do you want to shower with me?” he asked. I could see in his eyes he really wanted to. “I’d like that a lot” I responded as I lifted his shirt over his head. I bent down to slide his shorts off, and on my way up gave his cock a nice little lick. He shivered. He then stripped me and led me to the hotel shower. After starting the water and getting the temperature just right, he turned and grabbed my hardening cock, stroking it and staring at it while licking his lips. I put my hand on his shoulder and gently pushed down, and he got the message to get on his knees and suck it. As the water bounced off his back he let my hard cock slide deep into his throat. He was gentle as one expects from a fairly novice cocksucker, but it still felt damn good. He bobbed his head up and down on my cock, taking it deeper each time and sucking a little harder each time. Finally he took it a little too deep and found his limit. He gagged on my cock, which just made my cock jump harder and gag him more. He stood up still stroking my cock. Without saying a word he turned around and started rubbing my cock on his tight bubble butt. He traced my cock head into his crack and started rubbing my precum on his tight, puckered hole. That made him moan. However, as much as I wanted to thrust forward right then, I could see he was nervous and I also knew he was far too tight and I would tear him. “Have you ever been rimmed?” I asked. “No, at least, I don’t this so. I’m not 100 percent sure what it is,” he responded. With that I switched spots so the water was to my back (this isn’t my first shower rodeo and I don’t feel like drowning while eating ass) and bent him slightly, spreading his cheeks. His pucker looked so tight. I pushed my face into his ass, darting my tongue in and out of his hole, sucking a bit on the pucker, digging my tongue deeper each time. He let out an amazing moan that made my cock jump. I backed away to admire his growing pucker. I rubbed it with a finger and using my spit as lube slid it in deep. More moans came from him, and I got even harder knowing I’m the first guy to explore this virgin ass. I went back to rimming him more, getting more of my saliva in his hole and getting deeper with my tongue. His ass tasted so good. This time, when I pulled back, I tried getting two fingers in. It was still tight, but luckily I put my little pack next to the shower. I grabbed the lube and slid both fingers in. His ass took them deep and squeezed hard. Fuck, it was tight. All I could think about is how much I wanted to breed this tight hole. I stood up and started to rubbed my cock on his loosened hole. “Please fuck me,” he begged as he ground his ass on my cock. He grabbed it an lined my head up with his pucker. I felt him lean back, and the tip started to enter. Not wanting a freaking-out virgin on my hands after, I asked, “Yeah you want my cock? Do you want it wrapped or raw?” He paused but continued to grind his ass on my cock. Finally, he moaned out the single word I really wanted to hear. “Raw.” With that permission, I slowly pushed forward. His hole was so fucking tight, and slowly I got my whole cock head into his hole. It felt so good. He tensed up. “Breathe,” I coached, “Just breathe, it will feel really good.” He began to relax and slowly I continued to slide my cock into his virgin hole, every inch feeling good in his unused tight ass. Finally, I got all 7 inches in him and felt him grind on my pelvis. I slowly withdrew and then slowly slid my cock back him. He let out an animalistic and unconscious moan of pleasure. His tight hole was milking me and I knew I wouldn’t last long. I picked up the pace of my strokes, and I could feel his tight ass loosening. It felt so good to be breaking in a future bottom slut. After a few minutes, his tight hole got the best of me. I was close. “I want to bred you, boy.” He panted, “Yes, yes, please, I want this. I really want your cum.” That pushed me over the edge. My body tightened and my load flooded his guts. I was washed over with a feeling of pride knowing my DNA was the first to be bred into him ever. He was panting and stood up. He had a huge smile on his face and kissed me deeply. “Thank you man. I never thought I would do that. I fucking loved it.” After that we finished up in the shower actually showering. He let me know he was in town a few more days so we exchanged numbers. Let see if he wants a second load. No matter what though, I’m glad I could welcome a nervous bi boy into the club of being a slutty bareback bottom.

This is one of the best stories on here. Hot and twisted. Love all the poz and incest. Hope you continue for awhile

Posted for a Poz twink top, Viral not on meds. Got a reply, getting picked up in a few hours. Getting brushed cum inside as many times as he can for 2 hours. High Viral Load, off his meds for over a year now! Then were going too use a vibrating Butt Plug, too keep all the millions of babies she gifts me overnight! Can't wait, never been so Horny/Excited in my life!

"Feel that, you dirty little bitch? That's my fucking AIDS cum coating your insides. Gonna work my toxic bugjuice deep into your worthless teen cunt. You've been begging for my POZ load and now you're getting what you deserve, you little piece of shit!" He was right, I had been begging for his POZ cum. Up until today, it had all been a game. Jerking off while chatting with strangers telling me what they'd like to do to my negative virgin boyhole. Don't ask me what happened exactly, but here I was, on all fours with a stranger's fat Poz cock balls-deep inside my no-longer virgin boypussy. It had sounded so hot as long as it was a mere game of make-believe. But now that my naughtiest fantasy had finally become reality, I didn't know if I felt more like cheering or more like crying... So I just muttered FUCK...FUCK...FUCK as the stranger's throbbing AIDS cock kept squirting his virus into my battered boyhole...

Fuck, son. You've not been lying about being an anal virgin. So you really want me to be the first to breed your pussy? God, that's one tight boyhole. Can't wait for your daddy to break it in for you, huh? But why haven't you told me earlier? If I'd known you were a cock-hungry faggot , we could've started our special dad/son bonding game years ago...

How about "That was really hot the other day. Are you up for a repeat?" The sex was good, and I want more is a pretty good reason to reach out to a trick. The way you approached him (I looked awful. No wonder you wanted me gone.) is totally the teenage drama queen approach. Just tell him what you want (to see/fuck/breed him again). It is WAY too soon to talk about feelings or anything, but you seem to have made a good sexual connection. After you fuck a second time, ask him if he would like to get a drink or coffee some time. If he is happy to fuck you but doesn't want to hang out, then at least you are on your way to a good fuck buddy.

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!

The Stables (Part 2) “Oh fuck…. oh God….. sweet fucking Jesus…. fuck me harder…” Greg moaned. The invading cock painfully penetrated his body, still he struggled to push himself onto the hard piece of flesh, determined to give the guy in the other booth the best possible experience. Greg also took pleasure in knowing the man penetrating his ass would shoot a big load into his body. The barback also worked to assist Greg in accommodating the full length of the invading cock, applying lube and some gentle pressure to Greg's body, and sure enough, before too terribly long Greg felt the cold wooden wall against his ass cheeks, a sensation that brought a real sense of achievement to him. The top, meanwhile, realizing he had reached full-depth, vigorously churned his rock-solid cock into the accommodating cunt, mumbling "Fuck, man, nice - your virgin pussy is so fucking tight.” Greg could hear other voices encouraging the stallion to increase the speed, calling out ‘Wreck his cunt’ and ‘Make him bleed’ and ‘Use him like the whore he is' were tossed about. ’ they cheered. By this point Greg was breathing heavily, and truthfully wished the experience didn't hurt so much, but he considered by advice the barback offered, that by the fourth or fifth dick the pain would subside, and he would readily be able to accommodate the biggest dick. Taking comfort in the advice Greg voluntarily reached behind himself, forcibly separated his cheeks, thereby allowing the stallion's cock to slip in just a bit deeper. “You stupid whore, I’m gonna spray my poz load into you soon” the guy on the other side grunted, adding “Come on, milk my cock. Use your greedy cunt to pull the poz load out of my balls.” Greg felt the stallion's cock punching in and out of his twat, and it seemed as if the top was loosing his self control, a suspicion which was ratified when the stallion groaned and snorted loudly, announcing “I’m shooting my junk into you, you whore… Do you feel my dirty cum, bitch?” The barback smiled, giving Greg a thumb up for a great job, also admonishing him to remain still for a minute or so, allowing the stallion's balls sufficient time to shoot their entire load into Greg's hole. Greg complied, standing still, his ass chute centered on the hole in the wall. After the guy withdrew his cock from Greg’s cunt, the twink turned around and knelt in front of the hole, thanking the poz fucker for his cum saying “Thanks for giving me your poz load, Sir. Feel free to reload me anytime.” Tom, the barback, couldn’t believe it. He watched the boy kneeling in front of the glory hole, thanking the first AIDs bloke to demolish his cunt. He almost felt sorry for him, that he and his buddies had taken advantage of an innocent in this fashion. Tom had worked as a barback for two years, but had never experienced a scenario such as that in which he had just participated. Tom, like virtually every man with whom he crossed paths, knew about the risks of bareback sex. Still, Tom considered, there are always guys who are completely innocent and inexperienced - such as the mare in the booth. This feeling didn’t last long, as another cock pushed through the glory hole and a grumpy voice told Gregory to stop this fucking advertisement and get his twat back to the glory hole and onto his cock. Greg was excited feeling the next guy required attention to his cock and so he got up and turned around. He reached for the dick behind him and led it to his freshly pozzed cunt. This time the pain was more bearable this time. Greg’s eyes were closed while he enjoyed the feeling of being fully stuffed again. The bartender told him, he had to take care of other things outside, but would be back later on. Outside he saw the fucker, who just unloaded his toxic seed into the adolescent guy. He was talking to some pals about the slut they were corrupting right now. Tom congratulated him for the great job and saw the bloody streaks on the still semi hard cock. “I hope, you don’t mind” he said and knelt down in front of the bloke, starting to lick the virgins ass juices away from the dick. He loved to taste the innocent boy’s ass for the very last time. Everything was going as planned. Meanwhile the second guy ripped Greg’s cunt open mercilessly. With the first deposit he had enough lube to fuck the whore. “Slut - Push your ass against the wall bitch… where are you going? I said, against the wall you low life. Don’t make me come over there. That’s better, dick ditch,” the guy snorted obscenely. The fellow enjoyed Greg's tight slit and concentrated on his mission to damage the mare on the other side of the partition so a different strain would get a chance to contaminate the young mare. He knew once his venom would be in his victim another guy would work his cum into the slut’s system. He wouldn’t know what had hit him….. Greg tried his best to satisfy the stallion, now convinced he had been born expressly to be on the receiving end. He wanted to actually move his ass, but it seemed to be the best to keep his asshole close to the wall and let the dude take all the action. He tried to imagine the guy on the other side, but in the end it was not important. He was just another hole - right next to the hole in the wall. Greg gasped for air. The guy on the other side hammered his prick hard into Greg’s body, which lead Greg to beg “Fuck me harder. It hurts so good man.“ “Yeah… I will seed you with my cum. You deserve it” the guy on the other side chuckled, adding “Do you want me to breed you now bitch?” “Yeah man…. breed me. Give me your load man…. Give me your fucking load please.” Greg begged. He got his wish when his ass was flooded with hot and sticky cum, while the stallion on the other side of the partition wall cursed loudly. That morning Greg hadn't been truly certain that his decision to seek-out The Stable had been the right decision, but at least at this moment Greg was convinced he existed solely to get fucked. Even as the stallion in his ass was pumping his poz load into his ass, Greg couldn’t wait to get another cock up his cunt. Oh, and his cunt was already leaking. It felt great…

My mouth was watering for big black cock and my hole was absolutely on fire. Scott grabbed a butt plug and inserted it into himself with a quick eyes-rolling-in-the-back-of-the-head effect. "Feel good, pig?" I asked......he just nodded and licked his lips and walked over to add more crystal to our pipe. We definitely wanted it ready for our hung black guest of honor. The torch heated the pipe and and that familiar crackle sound and the hum of the torch filled the room when a loud knock hit the door. Neither of us had checked messages recently. Scott smirked and handed me the pipe and torch and headed for the door. I hit that pipe and blew out a huge cloud. I heard a very deep voice introduce himself as Tyrell and heard his belt buckle hit the hardwood floor practically before the door closed behind him. As I walked over to the foyer, Scott was doing what he was born to do....on his knees deep throating that beautiful thick black cock. Tyrell loved it and motioned for the pipe. We passed it back and forth and he was telling us that he had come from a gang bang. Scott groaned at those words and I have to admit it turned me on, too and we both looked at each other wondering if there could be more in our near future. Tyrell got comfortable and motioned toward the bed. Clearly he was ready to fuck some white ass. He bent me over and ate my hole for a good four or five minutes. I had to have that huge piece. I crouched down a bit and offered him my pink fuck hole. He spit on his cock and slid the head in past my hungry lips. I felt that monster disappear deep inside me and he started to droll me with deep deliberate strokes. Scott hit the pipe, egging us on. We decided to switch up and Scott got on the edge of the bed and grabbed his ankles spreading his legs wide for our new buddy. Tyrell stepped a couple feet to his left and started plowing that hungry cunt. It wasn't long before his breathing became more intense and he grunted every couple of seconds.....finally dropping that sweet nut that we were so fucking crazed for. Tyrell assured us there'd be another round or two and I exited to prepare some G/gatorade cocktails.

1. Jason I didn’t know what to expect when Nathan opened the door, or, for that matter, whom to expect. I didn't know his name. I didn't know what he would be into. Even so, even although I hadn't been mentally expecting any type of guy in particular, his actual, physical presence shocked me a bit. It was finally happening, for real. He was a bit on the short side compared to what I had imagined. He was also very cute. Even through his t-shirt, I could tell he was rail-thin, as there wasn't an ounce of fat on his body. He had short hair, blue eyes with just the merest hint of stubble, like he hadn't shaved that morning. "I'm Sean," he said, standing just inside the door, introducing himself. Nathan closed the door as Sean began to speak, and we were alone. "I'm Jason," I replied, feeling a little self-conscious at this point. I was in just a jock strap, but Sean was still fully dressed. "Nice to meet you," he said, smiling at me. I felt a little more at ease with him, thinking he seemed easy-going enough. "I guess I'm a little over-dressed for this," and with that he removed his shirt, revealing, as I had guessed, that his body was quite wiry and thin. He was not very muscular but there was a spray of hair over his pecs and the hint of a treasure trail disappearing into his shorts. "I guess this is always a little awkward at first, huh?" "Yeah," I replied, not having moved from the bed. "Want to break the ice a bit?" He put an emphasis on ice that was a bit unusual. "Sure," I replied. With that he pulled down his shorts, revealing a swimmer's jock, just like the one I was wearing. There was a spray of pubic hair poking out of the top and the pouch looked to be very well-filled. "Cool," he said, reaching into his bag, and pulling out a case for sunglasses. Opening it, he extracted a glass pipe and lighter. "You cool?" he asked, gesturing at his pipe. Remaining in the sunglasses case was a fat bag of crystal. "Yeah, I am" not knowing what else to say. It had been a while since I had partied, but I hadn't given it up. "Awesome. I love this stuff." He sat down on the bed next to me, and carefully wiped off the bowl of the pipe. He took the torch and slowly melted the drug already in the pipe. He did a long hit from the pipe and then motioned for me to shotgun it from him. I leaned in, letting our lips lock, and inhaled a thick cloud. Even after I had taken as much as I could, he continued to exhale the smoke into the dim bedroom. It engulfed our heads as we continued to kiss. "You party a lot?" he asked me, breaking off the kiss. "Not really. Once every few months, I guess. You?" "Every weekend, usually." He did another long hit from the pipe, and held it. This time he just exhaled it. "It's how I got into barebacking. No one ever uses a rubber when they are partying, you know." I smiled, agreeing, and enjoying that initial tingle of the drug with the promise of so much more pleasure. "You ever do a booty bump?" Sean asked. "Never," I answered. It had been only a year or so ago I had even smoked it for the first time. Hearing my answer, he dug into his bag again and pulled out a needle-less syringe as well as the baggie of crystal from the case. "Water?" he asked, looking around. I pointed to a glass of water on the bed table. "Perfect," he said. He pulled out a large chunk of the tina, and forced it into the body of the syringe. He put the plunger in and then filled it with water. He flicked the syringe a few times before sitting back down next to me. "Ready?" he asked me. He was gently shaking it and its powerful contents. I guessed it was to force the crystal dissolve. "I'm not sure about this," I said. I had been with him for less than five minutes, and already, I wasn't sure about how fast this was going. "Maybe just smoke it?" "Don't worry. You'll love this," he said. "Get on all fours, with that beautiful fuckable ass up in the air." I didn't protest any more and got on my knees. Sean knelt down between my legs and spread my cheeks. "Hand me that bottle of lube," he said. I grabbed it and handed it to him. I felt a drop or two of the cold lube on my ass and a slight poke as the syringe plunged into my hole. "This may sting a bit," he said, and suddenly, there was a cold feeling in my ass. "That's it?" I asked. "Yeah. Just hold it there, and let it soak in." I heard him light the torch again, and he took another long hit from the pipe. "You're poz?" I asked him. I wanted to know more about him. "Yeah, of course. Years now." He did another hit before continuing. "Nate tells me you're still neg?" "Yeah." There was now a tinge of warmth in my hole, like a big load had just been planted up there. It seemed to gradually radiate out from my butt, and it was beginning to envelope my entire body. "How did you get HIV?" "Same way you're going to get it," he said. "Letting poz guys fuck me." He rubbed a finger against my ass. "You're good. Roll over." I rolled onto my back; Sean was still kneeling between my legs. He did one more hit from the pipe, then leaned towards me. "Take it," he said, letting only the smallest cloud escape. I locked lips with Sean, and he forced the drug into my lungs, once more completely filling me up with the cloud. I was a light-weight, he was a heavy-weight. I was already in over my head. But still, I held the crystal for as long as I could. "Good job," he said, finally giving me permission to breathe it out. He put the pipe and lighter on the bed table. "You want my poz load?" he asked me. "Yeah, I do," I answered. I was feeling no pain and no shame. The idea of a hard poz cock sliding into my hole was filling my mind, crowding out all other thoughts, including any thought of self-preservation. "I need some fresh poz cum in me." "It's hot to hear you beg for it," Sean said. He reached down and pulled his jockstrap to the side, letting his cock hang out. He was already semi-hard, and I could tell it was a nice sized dick. It wasn't as long as some I had played with, but just the girth and weight of it was impressive, especially in contrast to his short, skinny body, which made it seem even bigger. I must have been staring, since Sean noticed me and said, "Yeah, it's a big one for a skinny runt like me." Sean poured some lube on his cock, stroking it and slicking it up. It didn't grow much bigger, which I was glad for, but just got harder. As he rubbed the lube over his shaft, he started to press the head against my ass, teasing it. I pushed back against him, wanting it inside of me. "Please man," I begged. I didn't want it; I needed it deep in me. "Patience," he answered, adding "you'll get it soon enough." He poured some lube down my crack and slid a finger in, pushing the slippery fluid into me. "You're opening up really nicely," he remarked, asking "You ready?" I nodded. I grabbed the bottle of poppers and did a hit. Sean poured a little more lube on his tool. I offered him the poppers, but he shook his head. "Give me that hard cock," I said. He grinned at me and lined his cockhead up with my hole. Right as the poppers hit, Sean pushed into me. Feeling my hole stretch open to fit his thick cockhead, I knew this was going to be another intense fuck. Sean took his time entering me. He didn't go very fast, but it was also clear he wasn't going to take no for an answer. "Damn, that's tight," he said. "How long have you been getting fucked?" I thought back to when I had first met Nathan. I realized that it had been less than a week ago. Now here I was, tweaked out, with my legs up in the air, and a relative stranger forcing his poz raw cock into my hole. "Only about a week," I said. In my horny, tweaked-out state, I couldn't keep up with any story more complex than the simple truth. "Damn, man. No wonder you're so tight. And you're already chasing?" "Chasing?" I asked. I had never heard that phrase before, especially for sex. "You know, bug chasing. Looking for poz guys to infect you." "Yeah. I guess I am chasing." Sean had now gotten his cock all the way in my hole, and was starting to slowly stroke in and out. Between my insatiable desire for raw cock and tina's effectiveness, I knew my hole was opening up nicely for him. "Hot," Sean said. "What about you? Did you chase? Or was it an accident?" "Naw. Once I started seriously partying, and of course, barebacking, I knew it was only a matter of time." He shoved his cock back into me. "I was playing with all kinds of guys, poz, neg and unknown. All raw. I knew it was pointless to try to avoid it." "So, what did you do?" I reached down and grabbed his bony ass. He was small enough that I could grab both cheeks, and pull him deeper in my hole. His body felt so small on top of me, yet his cock was so large and hard inside of me. "I went for it. Whenever I saw a poz guy online, I'd ask him to fuck me raw." He took another of his deep strokes and his eyes closed in pleasure. "Did anyone refuse?" I was wondering how common it was for poz guys to knowingly fuck neg guys. Nathan had fucked me, but then, he had also asked me repeatedly if I knew exactly what I was getting myself into. "Hell no. Every guy wants to fuck raw, no matter what he might say." I had to agree with his assessment, as either a top or a bottom. "Only one guy wasn't sure about it, that is fucking me raw." "And, what happened there?" "I said I'd get him high. And he fucked six poz loads into me over the weekend." "Sweet," I said. "Yeah." Sean leaned in and kissed me. I was having a good time. There was an easy connection developing between us. He was also just fun to talk to, not to mention how good his cock felt buried in my bare ass. We lay there, kissing and fucking, working his cock deeper into my body, and then fucking and kissing some more. He was dripping pre-cum into me the entire time, further lubricating my hole. "How long did it take?" I asked, breaking off our long kiss. "Getting pozzed?" he asked. I nodded. "I don't know. I never got sick. And I waited six months before I got tested." He thrust in deep. "Of course, I tested out poz." We went silent again. He was fucking me harder now and I could tell he was getting close, but I didn't want the fuck to end quite so soon. "Any regrets?" I asked him. "About being poz?" he asked. He shook his head no. "You know that feeling, right as the crystal is hitting, when you have that feeling of complete freedom and total desire for sex?" It was my turn to shake my head, this time agreeing. "It's like that. All the time. I don't worry about who fucks me. Or who I fuck." I smiled. "It sounds nice." "And sometimes, just sometimes," he said, "You get a fucking hot neg guy, with an amazing ass. Who. Wants. My. Poz. Cum." With each word, he thrust his cock into me, emphasizing just whom he was talking about. "And it makes all the petty discomforts completely worthwhile." We took another long pause from talking in order to make out some more. Then he asked, "And you? Why are you doing this?" I paused. It was a question for which I didn't have a good answer. Nor would Sean be the last one to ask me either. I delayed answering by pulling him down and kissing him again. He probed my mouth but after a few moments, he broke it off. "You can't get out of answering that so easily." "I don't know for sure. A week ago, I would have said I was totally top. Bareback, but still a top. Then I met Nathan. And I had to get his cock inside of me." Sean was watching me, smiling. I could feel his cock stiffening slightly in my hole. I continued. "And that he was poz wasn't a worry. It was almost a bonus. Now I just want to not be afraid anymore, to get the inevitable over with. And enjoy the process as much as I can." "I understand. Nathan's damn amazing," he said. It was an interesting comment, said in a tone that implied much more was being left unsaid. I expected for him to be jealous, but there was no trace of it. "Any regrets so far? Any uncertainty?" "Some. It's big step, but so far, this just feels right. The first time Nathan came in me was the most intimate experience I've ever had. And your cock in me raw is almost as amazing." I pulled him into me deep again, and kissed him. "Fuck me. Cum in me, Sean. Breed me good, Sean." "Fuck Jason, I don't want to cum yet. I want this to last." Almost simultaneously, we both turned and looked at the clock on the bed table. Forty-five after. Time had flown by for us, twisted by the crystal into an encounter that was far too short. "Damn. Time's almost up." "I know. Seems too short. Is this going to be the only time?" "Not at all. Nathan knows how to find me. But let's focus on the here and now. Which means getting you bred." "Sounds good to me," I said. Sean grabbed the bottle of poppers and held it under my nose. "Do a good hit, Jason," he said. I took a long hit, before Sean took the bottle. He did a hit and then offered it back to me. I shook my head no, but he insisted. "Let yourself go," he said. Reluctantly, I inhaled more of the sweet scent. "Right on, Jason," he said, doing one last quick one himself. "Now, what do you want?" "I want your poz sperm inside of me, Sean." It was a true statement. I was having a great time with Sean, and it seemed perfectly alright and perfectly natural to have him shoot in me. That it was deadly sperm was only an added bonus. It was such a small, intimate thing to give him as a top: to let him cum in me. I couldn't make him pull out. I couldn't think about how it could change me forever. "Please, breed me." "Oh yeah, Jason," he grunted. "I'm gonna shoot. I'm gonna cum in your sweet raw ass." He bent down, stuck his tongue in my mouth, and shoved his cock in deep. "I can't hold it any longer," he said. Deep inside of me, his cock stiffened, spurted and injected his toxic cum into me. "Take it, Jason," he said, between frantic kisses. "Please, Sean, give it to me," I said. I was clenching my ass around his cock, trying to milk out every drop of his poz jizz. I was totally in the moment, unable to worry about the danger of this simple fuck. The danger was a part of the turn-on; this innocent-looking young man had a cock that could kill, coupled with a serious drug problem. "Fuck yeah, I'm breeding that hot hole of yours now," he said, pistoning in and out of my ass. I could feel his cockhead rubbing his sperm all over my hole, making sure it smeared across my hole, ready to be absorbed by my body. There were a few more shivers racking Sean's body, as he pumped the last of his load into me. We stayed linked with his cock connecting us. We made out a bit while the last drops of his precious spooge slowly dripped into me. "Thanks," I said. "That was hot." "Fuck yeah," he said. "I hope you get what you need. And I'm glad I could be part of the process." "Me too. I really enjoyed this." We were quiet a bit, kissing while his cock softened. "What's your plans for the rest of the day," I asked. "Not sure," he answered. He shifted slowly, finally letting his cock slide out of my hole. Soon I would need something back in me, but for now, it was enough just to feel his warm semen in my hole. "Still early. Probably head to a bath house and see how many loads I can get." He grabbed a towel from the bed table and wiped off his cock. "You?" "Nathan's got my afternoon planned. You're the first of several. But no idea of who." "Fucking hot. You're gonna have fun." "I hope so. You've set a very high bar." He laughed. "Let's do a hit for the road," he said as he picked up the pipe again. He lit the torch, and held it under the bowl. As the crystal smoked, he did an expert hit, draining the bowl several times. When he finished, he motioned for me to shotgun it from him. I took the hit. It was huge and it filled my lungs. "Hold it for me, Jason," he said. As I held it, he put his cock back in the jockstrap, and pulled on his shorts. "Now," he said, and I got to exhale. The cloud filled the room. "Your turn," he said, handing me the pipe and torch. I lit it up, and started sucking on the stem. I wasn't sure how big of a hit I wanted, but Sean told me what I needed. "Do a big one, Jason." I kept on inhaling, filling my lungs the best I could. "Nice," he said, as I finally pulled the pipe away. "Hold it." I held it as long as I could and motioned for him to shotgun it. We locked lips as I pushed the hit into his mouth. He only took a bit of it, making me exhale the rest. "Fuck Sean," I said. "I'm going to be feeling fearless this afternoon." "That's what I want. You need to enjoy this afternoon." He put away the pipe and lighter, and gathered up his things. He gave me one last kiss. "I want to see you again soon. Hopefully you'll be poz by then." He headed out the door, and I lay back down on the bed, waiting for Nathan to bring the next guy.

Hey, everyone. My boyfriend and I have been dating for about 4 months, and he is aware that I'm positive and undetectable. He's negative himself and has discussed starting Prep to reduce his risk of getting HIV since neither of us use condoms. Lately, though, I have been really turned on by the idea of going off meds and converting him. Is this bad? Of course I would give it to him if he really wanted it and asked me for it, and it would be so special if he really did want it from me. Any thoughts? Thanks. LP

1999 I'm a raging liberal and have voted for Democrats in every election I've ever participated in. Maybe it's because I grew up poor or gay... or both. I'm an activist because I hate injustice. I want more equality and fairness in the world. Before you label me some kind of good person (I'm flawed), I have always had a dark side that I usually ignore or deny. After spending a weekend in jail for something stupid I'd done (that's another story for another time), I was suddenly way more interested in reforming the judicial system. It was a harsh process and human beings were treated like shit. I also noticed that there were way more blacks than whites locked up. I wondered how many of the black guys would even be here if they were a different race. It was an awakening. I wanted to be an advocate for prisoner's rights. Or maybe I developed too many crushes on guys while I was there. I didn't want to lose them to the black hole known as the Department of Justice. It seems so naive and overly-idealistic now, but I was determined. I never really found an opportunity to be an advocate, but I did find a website where you could become pen pals with incarcerated men. Well, good. At least I could provide friendship and emotional support to some of these men. Just use Google and you'll find several sites that let you mail letters to prisoners --- not just dumb dudes like me who spent 48 hours behind bars, but men who were serving sentences of 2,3,5,10 years. Even guys on death row. Well, I ended up making connections with a dozen prisoners from all over the country. I was writing pen pal letters every night for weeks. Most of them asked for money orders or gifts and were pretty transparent about it. I weeded those guys out pretty quick because I was not a rich man. But Aaron seemed genuine. He and I wrote about our lives and our dreams and everyday stuff for months. He was a white kid who was in prison about a thousand miles away, He was convicted of armed robbery and assault. He'd burglarized his uncle's house and then beat him up pretty severely. He seemed to really feel bad about it. Maybe I showed my gay cards first or maybe he did, but our letters soon became more "romantic". And then they just got X-rated. He sent me a trace of his hard cock and talked about all the things he wanted to do to me. At the time, I had no sexual experience but had read enough porn that I could come up some sexy things to write. I sent him a card or a letter everyday for months. I even sent money and gifts. He only had a year left on his sentence, and we talked about living together. We fantasized about our first night. It got really erotic. But then he started asking for more and more money and Amazon stuff. I decided I was being scammed. Liberals can be way too trusting st times. I stopped writing him altogether. A few more letters came, but I didn't open any and just put them on my bookshelf behind a clock. I was done fighting for these guys. After a crummy Christmas season, I felt kind of lonely and decided to open the last few letters Aaron had written. He expressed regret for being so needy. "It's not fair to you...especially since you've been so kind. I hope you know how much I appreciate everything you've done for me. If you stop writing me, I'll lose any trace of hope I have. I get out of here in a few months and I want to be with you. Please write back," The next one: "I have nothing now. You were my one bright spot. I look at your photo every day and night. Write me back in the next week or I'll just move on with my terrible life options." The last one: "You are a motherfucking asshole. How much more honest can I be? You should thank your lucky stars I never got a chance to fuck your sorry ass...because I've got HIV. It would be great if I could ruin your life by just cumming inside of you. I got it from my roommate who was the boss of our block. I wish he could infect you too. We could double up on your butt and make sure you never break another heart. Asshole. I hope you die." Well that was sad, but then why did my cock get hard? I told you I have a dark side. I wasn't supposed to be back at work for three more days....that meant more TV and sitting alone with my dark thoughts. Nothing new except now I was thinking of Aaron again, especially at night. I needed to let it go because he hated me now. I was getting late and I'd had enough of CNN for one night so I turned out the lights and got ready for bed. And then there was a knock at the door. I thought about ignoring it. but it didn't stop. Suddenly I knew it was HIM. He obviously had my address. Aaron! I opened the door and standing there was a pale white guy who was nearly a foot taller than me and close to my age. He was not "cute", but he was hot in a way I couldn't find the words for. He had a giant suitcase with him. "Aaron?" "Hi Kevin. I took a bus here because I had no other options. I'm sorry. I really need a place to stay". "Come in". "Are you sure?" "Absolutely. It's cold out there". "I'm sorry. I don't even know if you read my last letter, but I regret writing it". He drug his suitcase in and I quickly put it in my bedroom. "Get comfortable and warm yourself up a little". "Maybe later. I've grown fond of being outdoors in the free and open. Want to take a little walk with me?" His coat was too thin for this weather, but I agreed -- my heart leaping. I put on my shoes and a coat and off we went for a walk around the block. It was below freezing out here, but he seemed to be in bliss. "So you read my letters? All of them?" "Yeah. I thought you hated me. Was it true about you being HIV positive?" "Yes. But don't worry. I'm not here to hurt you. I just had you on my mind". "OK. Are you sick?" "Not yet. This happened to me just two years ago. I guess it's still brewing inside. I'd still like to make love to you, but with a condom". "Let's head back". We got inside and he immediately grabbed my neck and kissed me deeply. Without thinking too hard about it, I opened the fly of his jeans and release his giant boner. It was still cold from the outdoors, but fully hard. "Can we go to your bed?" I didn't even bother to answer -- I just motioned for him to follow me. We got inside and I stripped in record time...mainly because I wanted to watch him undress with no distractions. He unlaced his long tennis shoes (which had seen better days) and slipped his socks off. Once he was naked, my only instinct was to pull him under the covers with me. His cold skin warmed up and we kissed for a long time. Things heated up nicely and I was in heaven. He was on top of me thrusting his long, skinny cock between my thighs. "Shit. I'm about to cum. Let me go get a condom out of my pants". "I tell you what -- you forget about the condom and I'll make you a big breakfast tomorrow morning". "Are you nuts? I'm infected". "Maybe I'm nuts. But that last letter of yours gave me the biggest hard on of my life. You were so mad. Think back to that and take your revenge now". "Give me a second. Oh yeah. You pissed me off so bad". And then he lifted my legs in the air and plunged that spear into me. Damn! Pain! "Now you pay for ignoring me, Bastard!" "Don't stop talking, Aaron". "I'm going to give you all the poison built up in my balls...and you'll have it until you die. You'll waste away, and I'll always know I caused it". I reached around and grabbed his ass. I thought if I touched him there he'd ejaculate quicker, but he was already jerking rapidly...and cumming. I wish I could say I felt him filling my ass, but all I felt was his weight on me and his organ still inside of my ass. He and I were both asleep within minutes. In the morning, I made about twenty pancakes. A deal's a deal. We still live together. He got a job at a convenience store and neither of us have gotten sick so far. So far.

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.

it was the last day at my condo in Pembroke Pines, Florida, where I was spending a spring vacation this past April. I had an afternoon flight the next day and needed some fucking sex before I went home to my co-op and job in New York City. That evening I prepared myself and headed out to Slammers on Sunrise Blvd just north of downtown Lauderdale, wearing a pair of trashed jeans, a t-shirt, no undershorts, lubed some Vaseline deep up my asshole and put a small rip down the crotch of the jeans so men would know I was a bottom anal pig. The night went by really slowly as it was a weekday, and most of the action at Slammers is on the weekend. I got plenty of one-on-one action but no real group action. After several hours I noticed it was approaching 1:00 A.M., and I just about had it, so I made one more pit stop and was about ready to get my ass out of there when I heard a commotion in the side room next to the exit before the bar area. I walked in and three hot muscle studs were jacking and sucking each other. I was just planning a walk through from one side to the next when one of the men started to finger my hole through the rip in my jeans. He shoved his finger deep inside me and hit my prostate and I just stood there and moaned out loud, "Oh, fuck yeah." He then started to rough finger my asshole, unbutton my jeans and stroke my prick up and down at the same time. The second dude then pulled out some poppers and shoved them deep up my nostrils and just held the bottle under my nose. It must have been a new bottle as I started flying and just bent over the table next to the wall in the room as the third dude gently pushed me face down and with his feet spread my legs apart. One of the men then ripped open my jeans and quickly pushed his lubed prick deep inside my crack. He just started gently rubbing it up and down, up and down, until I began moaning for more. The poppers went up my nostrils again and his prick started pushing into my asshole. One of the guys took out a bottle of liquid lube and must have poured it right over my crack as I felt it leaking into my ass and down my legs. The poppers, the lubed dick sliding up me and the force of the men pushing me down relaxed my asshole until his prick was up me raw balls deep. Then I said "Wait, I'm NEG and not really into taking raw dick tonight, pull it out and don't put any sperm inside me. I kept repeating to him, "just don't cum in me, just don't cum in me." Then he took out the poppers and shoved it deep inside my nostril, holding the bottle in position, and asked me again, "Don't what, dude?" I repeated, "Don't cum in me man, I'm NEG, just don't cum in me." Again he said "Don't what?" Don't what? Don't what?" I replied "Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me." One of the men bent over and looked me deep in the eyes and said "When you walked in here with those split open jeans and let me put my cum lubed finger deep into your prostate and started moaning for more, you knew our baby juices were going inside you. It was just a matter of how willingly you were going to take them." Just then I felt the prick in my ass expanding and pulsing right before the warm rush of fluid filled my fuckhole. My first tensed up reaction was, Oh shit!, I'm fucked, but I rationalized What was done was done. He then starts long dicking me deep inside and then outside, pushing the sperm out of my ass and into my crack. I felt warm and wet and I knew my ass was really creamy. As he was long dicking me, the same man that spoke to me before bent down again and whispered really softly in my ear, "calm down dude, you were just had." He put his tongue to my mouth and my tongue met his and we wet kissed and shared some warm spit. At the time I was not really sure what he was telling me, but I realized my ass was creamed and I just relaxed my hole, laid face down and rested my head on the corner of the table, spread my legs apart fully and willingly let each of them flood my hole with their sperm. In fact, at one point I reached into my front pocket and took out my own bottle of poppers and started sniffing hard each time they ripped open another part of my ass walls. Each of them pushed deep up my manhole and I pushed out to meet every fucking thrust, just laying there and repeating "Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me." After they fully fucked the shit out of my butt they left me there face down on the table alone. I felt the warm creamy semen dripping slowly out of my asshole. The back of my jeans were split open and cum was seeping into what was left of the crotch of my pants and running down my legs. I quickly walked out of the club feeling like a slut and into the parking lot to my rented car. Standing in front of my car attempting to unlock the door, the man that bent over to chat with me came out of a nearby parked car and approached me. He told me I had a very fuckable asshole and that he hoped to see me there again soon. I asked him point blank "What's your HIV status, man?" His response was the same as he told me at the fuck bench "Calm down dude, you were just had" and with that he kissed me deeply and shared some more warm spit. He also wrapped his arms around me and felt deep into my crack and roughly finger fucked the semen back into my creamy hole. Driving home on I-95 to my condo, I felt a stream of warm sperm start leaking out of my manhole. I was so turned on, I unbuttoned my jeans and jacked one out right on the I95 south and 595 west interchange. When I got to my condo, I took a hot shower and once again felt the sperm leak out of me and jacked another one off. I never really was given a straight answer about their HIV status, but I have a feeling my ass was tagged. It was spontaneous, not really giving me a chance to think through what I walked into, but worth it, and now I can't say my last night in Lauderdale was dull. Back in New York four weeks later, I got the nastiest virus. Coughing, sneezing, runny nose, night sweats, headaches, sore throat, the works hit me. I am NOT going to suggest here in any way it was the fuck flu, because this time of year in New York my allergies act out all the time. I went to see my doctor and was put on antibiotics for ten days, decongestants and a shit load of other meds. I'm fully recovered now, but I can't help thinking what he really meant when he said, "calm down dude, you were just had." My next vacation is this July, and I'm looking forward to going back to my condo and to Slammers and to that warm wet kiss that "had just had me."

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!

@barecubtop : So good to hear! I've got a good feeling about this! Just don't jump the gun - if he enjoys being with you as much as you do being with him, he'll put two and two together sooner or later. Just enjoy your time together and see what comes from it. But please give him the time to make this realization on his own - that way he won't feel rushed or pressured... @GoodExercise : As if you hadn't knocked him up anyway... First rule of good parenting: don't give the boy what he wants, give the boy what he needs... (preferably hard and deep)

Yeah, I know. :-/ Yep. Adulting sucks. LOL. @drscorpio, @NLbear, @tallslenderguy, I appreciate your suggestions/comments. I have texted with this guy since I posted and it seems as though we're both interested in another sexual encounter and possibly more. We've left it so far at letting each other know when we are free next.

It's my first time at IML. I carry my latin hole to be used by the hot men of IML and Chicago. I will be staying at the host hotel. Some tips for this event? What are the best parties and events? Are the best places to get BB sex?

When you're horny you want to get fucked. Then you cum and are embarrassed. Why? You obviously want it but are held back because you think you cannot face your friends. Who cares about your friends? Do what you want to do. They won't know unless you tell them. Maybe it is just a fantasy and once you are fucked once you realise it was just that. Or maybe you like it enough to get some more. Act upon it and do what you want to do. Nothing wrong with that and you just give in to your horniness. If it's not for you you'll find out soon enough. You won't know until you have tried.

For the past couple of years, i have been fairly consistently, every couple months, sucking off a VERY thick 7.5/8 inch cock of a guy in his early thirties, who responded to a craigslist ad for anonymous walk in head. He always insists on late night/after dark and always wears a hoodie, sunglasses and hides his face even in my dimly lit living room. Even though, I think I have figured out who he is....a local Baptist preacher. This preacher is ALL man. The head on that cock of his is the biggest I have ever had in my mouth. It is easily the size of a baseball! The shaft is only slightly smaller, and I cannot get my fist all the way around it. He never speaks, but emails me telling me what a good job I do in sucking and stroking his cock. I have only gotten glimpses of his face as it is dark when he comes in for service, with the only light coming from the laptop computer screen I have positioned on a shelf behind me playing porn with 'huge titty blondes" which he has requested. He never touches me other than occasionally holding my head while he pumps my mouth until he cums. He also has a very distinct pube color. I always swallow his load. How have I figured out who he is? His truck. I live out in the country where it is dark as all get out....and have only caught a glimpse, and could tell what make and color. And I can hear it running as he pulls into the driveway and hear its distinct start up when he leaves. So, last Sunday I was running late to morning church services and had to park out a bit further in the lot as usual. After service, I got to visiting with some friends out front as everyone else was leaving. After saying goodbyes, I headed out to my car and saw the preacher and his family getting into a truck like the one that I caught a glimpse of in my driveway....and heard it start up with that same familiarity. I got in my car knowing that I am the preacher's oral bitch! I wonder if the preacher wants to fuck my ass? Hmmmm, I know that is one way to get me to pray....

Went to the baths in Providence last night. Figured a Friday night should be fun and it was! Pimped out a muscle boy who just wanted to kneel and swallow as many cocks as he could. The group that formed around us was getting too big, so I left and walked around. A few minutes later, I passed the kid on his way to the bathroom and couldn't help noticing that his entire face and neck were coated in cum that was turning to liquid and beginning run. I know the feeling, how hot it is to be marked like that. I nodded and smiled. Fucking hottie! In the sauna, I was sitting on the upper bench, not much was going on. I didn't really notice the big guy sitting below me until, out of the blue, I felt his hairy arm under the back of my leg. He was reaching up and put his big paw around my cock. No fumbling from below, it was like he had perfect aim in the dark. There's something incredibly sexy when big guys are gentle (or small dudes are rough?!). We went back to his room and he did something really sexy that I should remember. I was kneeling on the bed, showing him my ass. He reached under my balls (hairy forearm felt amazing all over again) and pulled my cock back. When he pulled it farther than it wanted to go, I had no choice except thrusting my ass way back and up in the air. Duh! That gave him total access to my hole, and that fucker took full advantage! Rimming, teasing the outer edge, sliding a lubed finger inside, and by that time he must have felt me flexing on him. He actually asked, "You want me inside you, don't you." Ok, I guess it was more observation than question. He fucked the cum right of me--no hands. Love that! I could feel him pumping a load inside. He was so gentle pulling out, and then he patted me on the ass and was gone. I was in heaven.

It had only been a month since my last breeding, but the guys with whom I have had a couple of rounds were not available and my desire for cum has become a constant craving. There is something extremely thrilling and satisfying to be opened up by a man and feeling him unleash his desire inside me. It is so natural, primal and satisfying. With this ache in me I was determined to wade through the flakes and time wasters of the internet sites and find what I needed. The advertisement that caught my eye read "Masculine, dominant bi-total black top, discreet and looking 4 nasty submissive cum loving bottom, bottom must be height weight proportionate and love to service dic. Must be willing to suc cock to completion or take loads up your Cum living hole. I will be rough. Aggressive, no nonsense top who loves eating tight azz/pussy, fucking and droppinnut." I am a sucker for dominant black top guys. I am also aware I'm a typical white bottom in this context, and that for every BBC top there are droves of white bottoms from whom to choose, but hey, the first guy who bred me was a black guy with a cock so awesome he made me cum just by fucking me, so as far as I was concerned the die had been cast: even with the odds against me, I reached out to him offering up a willing, submissive, bi total bottom who would take his load wherever he wanted. And I waited. Waitied, and waited and waited. I could see he had read my response to his advertisement, but there was no reply. Part of me assumed he had chosen a different guy from what was undoubtedly a large number of better offers. It also occurred to me that perhaps I simply wasn't his type, but whatever the case, I was horny as hell and was going to fight like the third monkey on the ramp to the ark. I send another message describing how much I loved getting fucked and bred, selecting a passage I had posted on this site, and to which numerous guys had given me positive feedback, figuring I should use my strengths to get what I wanted. However, still there was no reply. So I added an element of convenience, providing him with my text number, letting him know I was mobile and already prepared. Still no response. I then sent him a message apologizing for sending so many messages, adding what I thought of as a 'throw away line', namely, that when I become obsessed with bbc like his, I find myself willing to do anything for a chance to pleasure it. Sighing deeply, I decided to move on and go about wanking off on bb porn and call it a night, assuming I wouldn't hear from him, only to have my phone ping me with the single word "Anything?" Gasping in shock, I absolutely lost my breath. It was him. "Yes," I replied, although I had the presence of mind to add "except blood, poop and drugs." "I understand," he replied, but then added "but prove it." "How?" I replied. "Show up at my door in 30 minutes and be prepared to do what you are told. If you don't you're a flake. If you say no I'll kick you out." I was there in 20 minutes, but waited until the 30th minute before I approached his door, all the while all too aware I had said I would do anything and I had no idea what that would mean to him. I was aware, however, that there was a definite thrill in giving oneself over to the desires of a dominant top man, in fact I find it a huge turn, but there is also a risk when one doesn't know the guy on the other side of the equation. Still, my internal worries didn't slow me: I rang his door bell exactly on time, all the while I was hard and aching, my shorts were damp with the pre-cum my cock was drooling. The door opened and a ruggedly handsome black man towered above my 5'9" frame. He said "Good you are not a flake, come in." I could see he was in his mid 40s, as was I. He had the semi athletic build of someone who was an athlete when younger but who, in middle life, had eased up on working out. He was still solid and fit but not magazine cover. Still, he was clearly physically powerful and I all but swooned. He led me into his living room where he gestured for me to take a seat. "So you are a cum loving pussy boy aren't you?" "Yes," I responded. "Answer me in full sentences," he snapped. I complied, immediately enjoying my core subordinate identity in this encounter. "Well, a lot of guys make that claim, but you need to prove it if you want my dick and cum, so start by stripping right now, right here." Immediately rising to my feet, I hastily removed my clothing, fumbling a bit with the buttons and hooks, especially as my hands were shaking in excitement. "Are you scared of what will happen or that you want get this cock?" he asked. I realized he had me pegged, it was both, I didn't want to get this far and fail him. The submission was happening, My desire was starting to tune into his demands, so I gave a full response to his question, which seemed to please him. He rose to his feet, stepped forward, and examined my body, ordering me to bend over and spread my cheeks for him. I complied. "Tell me how much your pussy wants my cock and cum," he demanded. Thinking quickly, I repetitiously recited this perverse mantra: "My pussy is yours. I want your cock in my hole. I want your cum in my body. I will do anything to please you. I am a cunt, a slut. My cock is nothing. Your cock is everything. I will do what you order." It was torture and heaven. I wanted to get to feeling his cock in me, I was hungry and getting crazed. I loved the sensation of when a top succeeds in getting under my skin. I heard his zipper and was thrilled! Finally! "On your knees," he ordered. I dropped to the floor on the spot, fighting my inclination to reach for his cock. He noticed my self control, and barked "Tell me how much you want my cock." I responded with a version of my earlier mantra, but he halted my proclamation, with his own: "You said your ass and your mouth were mine. Now I'm going to mark my territory. If you resist or don't exactly obey me, I will throw you out." As he made this declaration he stepped closer so his eight inch, thick, semi-erect cock was close to, but not quite within reach of my tongue. Briefly I though he would force me to deep-throat his cock, but instead he grunted "Don't touch my cock until I give you the okay." Gazing up at his face, I waited his pleasure. Locking eyes, and he ordered me to repeat my mantra. The anticipation was driving me nuts. My whole was being focused on his magnificent cock. I could feel his heat on my mouth, smell him and virtually see his cock growing as I spoke. I was transfixed. "If you want my cum you have to prove it take my piss first. Don't say a word. Just open your mouth and look up at me." FUCK! I hadn't thought of this possibility. I had never swallowed piss before and I hadn't thought about including it in my 'no go' list. This was a potential crisis, but I wanted him so much I was aching and oozing precum like crazy. I had never thought I would be commanded to swallow piss, but hesitation would result in expulsion, and I had come too far to accept that outcome. Gazing up at hi, I opened my mouth and waited. Within seconds his warm liquid filled my mouth. I almost gagged at the thought, but instead swallowed as if his piss was an elixir from heaven. A strange smile combining conquest and satisfaction crossed his face, which led me to remember I had accepted his challenge, and if this was what he wanted, I was not in a position to reject his demands. By now his cock was fully hard and his head pushed into my mouth as he relieved himself in me. I was surprised at how easy it was to do this. What I was not surprised at was how turned on I was by doing this. He finished and I instinctively tongued his cock to get the last drop. "Now that you have some of me in you that is a start, now you need to get rid of your cum, stroke you little cock for me, show me how much you loved being marked, tel me how much you want my cock. It was humiliating to stand there and stroke my cock when all I wanted as his. I repeated how much I wanted his cock, how much I crave his cum and how I swallowed his piss because I am a slut. He seemed to like this display. As I was stroking for him he said "as soon as you cum you get rid of your manhood, you will be a true pussy for me and the only way to be restored is to take my seed get on the bed on your hands and knees." I did and he put a towel under my cock. I kept stroking and I heard him take off his clothes. Tell me when you are about to get rid of your cum he commanded. I was nearing orgasm, usually I cum after I get fucked or better yet during! I knew I would clamp up and probably not be as open to getting fucked after I shot my load, but yet there I was about to drain myself in order to take another man's cum. I told him I was cumming and as I started to shoot his cock pressed into my hole his hands griped my waste and he plunged into me! Cumming and first penetration was intense! I screamed and nearly fainted. I would have fallen away but he had a grip in me and pulled myself and my ass back onto him. There was no build up, it was an assault on my ass, I was clamping down on him as he was forcing me open. I couldn't feel anything but where his cock and my ass met! This was me being fucked into submission. I was reduced to crying and moaning and breathing like I was giving birth. His cock was thick and throwing in me, I could hear the sound of the lube being whipped up into a froth and hthe unmistakeable feel of balls slapped against my as. I heard him moan and grunt and he gripped me tighter. I felt myself opening up, not just the outer part but that inner part that only happens after a whole or a shot of poppers, both opening up almost simultaneously was incredible! The pleasure hit me like a train! No build up just from zero to 11 in seconds. My whole body was alive, nerves tingling at my nipples, toes curling, my skin bristling and shuddered at his touch and what was even more incredible was how my ass/pussy was quivering! I couldn't match his thrusts but I didn't have too my hole was naturally taking him and matching him. I was so proud of how my body was naturally taking care of his cock! After we'd both worked up a sweat and we're breathing hard he slowed down his pace making me feel his full length. I moaned like a bitch and found myself saying how much I loved his cock in me. A different mantra. He pulled out and I whimpered, he flipped me over on my back and put my legs on his shoulders. We both moaned as he slid back into me. I want you to see me as I cum in you, he growled. His powerful arms pinned my shoulders into the bed as I opened up for him. He had complete control of my body, I couldn't go anywhere. I didn't want too I want to be there taking him. His trusts changed and I guessed he was close, I didn't want this to end but I really wanted to feel him cum. I wanted to know I had pleased him and I wanted his masculine seed in me. I needed it. I started telling him so. I want your cum, I need you to breed me I repeated. He didn't reply because he didn't need too. He kept at my with an aggressive pace. He built up to a fevered pitch, pounding away at me, crumpling my body under his weight. I took it and took it and loved it. He shouted look at me bitch and I did, our eyes met and he reared up in all his glory and pushed himself balls deep into me. His body shuddered as his cock spammed inside me, warmth spread through my tenderized hole and a differed pleasure washed over me, soaking into me and filling me from deep within. What started out scarey, humiliating and rough turned into a deep peaceful pleasure that radiated from his cock and his cum to my whole body. He pulled out and I tucked my legs to my chest and tilted my ass back so his load would not fall out of me. Stay here, he said, I wasn't going anywhere. He was gone about a half hour. In that time I relived the past events and I was happy. I still glowed from the experience and my cock grew again at the thought of what I dad done and the still fresh memory of the pleasure I was recently awash in. He came back in and I was still on my back and holding his cum in me. He sat on the bed next to me and told me I was a good. He asked how I was feeling and I told him how good I felt how turned on I was and how much I loved feeling him in me. I said I still wanted more and asked if I could suck his cock. He said I could. I rolled over and found his cock with my mouth an took him in me. I felt hi grow inside me and I was thrilled. I was happy to have him in me again and I lovely suckled on him. He moaned his pleasure and I shifted so I could deep throat him. Again pleasure throughout my body from taking his cock in me. He stood up and I kneeled on the bed and kept him in my mouth. He said "That is good, but I am going to help you out" and with that he pulled out of my mouth and started stroking. I kept my mouth on his cock, I know what he was helping me out with, another load, this time in my mouth for me to swallow. I got hard again and stealthily slid my hand to my cock. I used the pre cum as lube and stroked my cock as he did his. I could have cum immediately but I want do cum as he did. His breath got quicker, his body stiffened and he put his hand on my head. I heard him grunt and he pushed my head on him pushing his cock deep into my throat. I felt his cock jerk inside me and tasted his cum on my tongue. I came as he did so we matched. He pulled out and I swallowed. I laughed and rolled over on the bed, spent, filled and satisfied. "Proof enough?" "Yeah," he replied, adding "you'll get more of my cock. Oh, and by the way, feel free to use the shower" he offhandedly commented as he left the room. I took him up on his offer, and after I had cleaned myself, dressed and went home, feeling completely proud of myself. I hope to return.

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.

Since you guys are in a relationship and have bonded on a different level I think you should discuss this before going ahead with it. This could be something so beautiful if done properly. If he were some random fuckbud that knows your status then I would say knock him up. But this could be an amazing bond between the two of you. I fantasize often about knowing and loving my gifter and am pretty sure many others do as well. BBRT- fucknfeedme

Even though he is your bf, a discussion needs to take place on this issue. I would be willing to be bred with undetectable loads, but not so sure about someone not on meds. It sounds more like your fantasy at this time, and I get it totally. You know him best, so initiate the conversation and see where it takes you.

The guy sought out PrEP because he knew he was at risk and didn't feel he could change his behavior. He was being responsible under the circumstances. The "shame, shame, shouldn't have done all that sex and all those drugs" attitude from some posters here -- members of a group that is devoted to highly stigmatized sexual behavior -- is really hard to fathom.

my ex loved fucking me after I had been loaded four or five times - he called it "riding the silk trail" and as a bottom cumpig I love the feeling of having a mixture of mens' seed in me

Thanks man! Hope our paths connect so that load can get in my hole

I work in the direct patient care, non-administrative side of health care. I have a doctorate in pharmacy as well as other degrees, so you can bet i know my medicinal and organic chemistry as well as my pharmacology, microbiology and immunology.

Grabbing the meaty cheeks of the young hot pig pushing his ass out toward me I spread them wide and almost gasped with dark hunger as his pink hole smiled at me thru the tufts of black hair surrounding that still-innocent pucker. This boi's hole was MADE to be eaten, fucked, bred....and knocked up! And with the tina in my system ratcheting up my own piggy hunger I was ready to take care of the first penetration....my eager tongue into the depths of that virgin bi pig hole! Along with a good number of tina shards once I had him wet and loosened. And leather daddy and Miss T had him distracted. I moved my face within a couple inches of his hole and gently blew across it. I felt his asscheeks quiver in my grip as I did so, and heard his muffled moan as daddy had his entire dick buried in the cockpig's throat. I blew one more time on the hole then could not hold back, and moved my head and neck forward, my tongue leading the way as it made contact with his sweaty and quivering asslips. DAMN!! Did his hole taste good....and that was just the first taste. I couldn't wait to really taste him as I would get him loose enough to take my tongue past his hole into his chute. And I wasted no time! I grabbed his asscheeks more firmly for a better hold, spread them wider and noisily began licking, lapping and probing at his sweet never-before-fucked hole. His moans though still muffled became louder and his whole body started shaking as he pushed his ass back eager to get more of my tongue into him. I gladly obliged! "You like your pig brother's tongue on your sub pig cunt boi?" Daddy asked him. I heard an eager muffled response which I knew was a definite "YES!". GAWD! I couldn't get enough of this boi's hole on my tongue. It was going to be even so much sweeter once daddy and I worked him at both ends with tina to get him flying. As I feasted I heard daddy tell him to take a couple hits off the pipe. As he took daddy's dick from his mouth, just before taking the pipe stem between his lips he spoke in a heated half whisper half moan to me..."Oh fuck yeah dude! Eat my hot hole. Fuck it with your tongue! Damn that feels so good!! Never had anybody do that before...oh..yes..please!" I slapped one hand on his hairy asscheek to let him know I heard him, as I heard daddy tell him to take a couple of really big hits off the pipe and it'd make my tongue feel even better in his hole! I was only vaguely aware of their actions as in my hunger I was lost in worshipping this pig's ass with my tongue! I knew too that I needed to get it good and slicked up and loosened for the tina daddy wanted me to slide inside that hole. I heard daddy compliment the sub pig on his cloud then heard the click of the lighter as I redoubled my piggish drilling of this sweet hole offered to me. I ate him for about another 5 minutes or so before I reached over to the bag of nice chunky shards of tina and grabbed a 2 or 3 good sized pieces between my wet fingers. I pulled my tongue from the spit drenched hole and my face from the sweaty hairy crack as I moved the fingers with the tina just above his crack. I heard him whimper around daddy's dick in disappointment. "Don't worry, pig," I told him. "I'm not done. Just need to catch my breath. But I'm gonna slide my wet fingers in that hot hairy hole of yours. I think you're needing something in there don't ya?" I saw him bob his head up and down as he mumbled another yes around the meat in his mouth. I winked at daddy then pulled on one cheek with my free hand and slowly slid the 2 fingers covered with the t into his receptive hole. he winced and flinched as he felt the burn of the tina but I held his waist tight and daddy held his head. "It's ok, boi," I said reassuringly. It's just burning cause your hole is so tight. You'll start to feel real good in a moment when you get used to it. Why don't you ask daddy for another hit off the pipe in the meantime?" I finished as my fingers moved further into his heated hole and the tina began to melt in to him. Now the REAL pig boi was going to come out!!

hey, writers, may I suggest the obvious option, just writing 'he was young' and leaving the specifics to the imagination of your readrers? if for creative reasons in the name of artistic freedom you must include an exact age which may or may not be legal in all areas, send your story to the Nifty Archive, not here.

LOOKING to find a Bareback bottom that LOVES COCK and CRAVES LOTS OF CUM and likes to parTyee ,, I'M LOOKING to experience my ULTIMATE fantasy ,, I want to find a BB bottom that likes to parTyee and get good and high and he LOVES to worship cock , I want a bbottom that loves to get down between my legs and work my cock , playing with it and massaging it and sucking it , and stroking it , building up lots of cum in my balls and then slide down on it , take my hard throbbing cock deep up his hole , I WANT TO FEEL A BB BOTTOM MILKING ME WITH HIS HOLE as he slowly pumps up and down until I shoot stream after stream of hot white CUM deep up inside and breed his hole . And then work my cock and balls to build up another load to milk out . I have a major sneaker fetish for CONVERSE ALL-STAR high tops , and love the bbottom to wear a pair of them too while he is riding and milking my cock ,. ITS MY fantasy to kick back watching hot BB porn and have a COCK OBSESSED BBOTTOM ADDICTED TO CUM take control of my cock and milk it over and over and over , Milk out every drop my balls produce

I'm feeling needy this Friday morning... I desperately need some cum in my ass - and hey; I'm needy enough that I'd even accept a cock in rubber, just to get fucked! (But it's no secret that I obviously prefer it raw...) So far the only candidate for fucking me is a 68-year old man with quite a mediocre penis (16cm / 6 1/4 inches) who wants to fuck me safe. Not really ideal in any way but if I can't get anything else, I'll take it. Gotta have some cock in me - and perhaps I can convince him to cum in my mouth at least... Hopefully, though, something raw will turn up.

How do guys get these great videos of their asses dripping fresh cum? I just had a fuck buddy plant an enormous 3 day load in my hole but when I try to film myself pushing it back out, now matter how thoroughly I cleaned out beforehand, the end result is shall we say less than camera ready :/ is there a trick to it??

This puts me in mind of those Czech porn vids of the sex houses with the guys that are only visible from the waist down and are strapped in getting bb and bred by whoever pays. Super hot

When I bottom I make sure and tell him to shoot the load inside me, when I top I make sure to shoot the load inside him. And when I suck I make sure to have my lips around his cock when he shoots.

I've been reading many stories and thought it might be time to share a few of my own. This is a true story. I've been with my BF for a few years. We're really good in bed together. We started out fucking with condoms, but after a while we ditched them with each other. I'm a top who gets hard quick and stays hard even after I've shot. He's a great bottom / versatile who is always ready to go. Every now and then we do a threesome to keep things interesting. My BF always insists that when we play in threesomes, we play safe, not bare. Usually a threesome consists of the two of us tag teaming a cute bottom, and sometimes it will be a versatile guy who gets to fuck my BF while I fuck our guest. A few times I've strayed a bit and had a little fun on the side, but since my BF frowns on that, I keep it to myself. Yeah, I know that isn't the best policy, but sometimes I just can't resist. He works evenings and sometimes overnight, so it isn't hard to play around. We have a typical Sunday routine. Go to a local McDonalds to grab a breakfast sandwich and coffee to deal with the hangover from a good Saturday night before. The food is terrible for you, but so tasty when you have a hangover. About a month ago there was a new employee there. Most of the McDonalds staff are not really noteworthy but this guy stood out right away, as he was a cute blonde guy with a great smile who running back and forth between the drive through window and the coffee bar area. He had more energy than all the staff combined and actually kept things moving. His shaggy blonde hair even bounced a bit as he ran back and forth. I felt the BF nudge me with his elbow to point him out, but I'd already been watching the guy. When we walked-up to the counter, the blond guy stopped running around to take our order. He was all smiles and overly pleasant, and wore a name tag that read Kaleb. He took our order and we went to sit down. The BF and I talked about how cute he was and, give how flirty he seemed to be, we both assumed the guy was gay. In addition, I remarked "It's name is probably actually spelled with a 'C', but he likes to try and be different" and my BF agreed, adding he thought the spelling was cute. As we were talking we saw him come over from behind the counter carrying our tray. Rather than just calling out our name, he decided to carry it over. He dropped it off asking if there was anything else we needed. I was thinking yes, but just sent him on his way. For the next two Sundays, he was working when we went in. He made a point of always trying to be the one to help us, but at the very least being the one to bring out our tray. I noticed his biceps were nice and developed, but in the toned way, not the bulky way. His work shirt was also just a bit too tight showing off his tapered form and an obviously toned chest. His pants didn't hide anything either. There was always a healthy pouch in the front and when he bent over to get something behind the counter, his ass strained his those pants very nicely. A week later, my BF was stuck working night shift and I got out of work too late to make anything to eat, so I decided to swing through McDonalds to grab a quick bite. I entered the store and stepped-up to the counter. A woman took my order and I took a seat by the window. A few minutes later I saw Kaleb darting out with my tray. He came over and set it down on the table. I smiled, saying I hadn't seen him when I came in. He smiled saying "I didn't know you looked for me when you came in." I smiled back. He asked where the guy I always came in with was. "You mean my boyfriend?", I responded. He laughed and said, "Yeah." I explained he was working the night so I decided to grab a quick bite. He said he just got off work too, but thought he'd bring out my tray before he left. I invited him to sit and chat while I ate. He accepted my invitation and in the course of our conversation I found out he was 18, and moved here to go to college, but he hadn't decided on a major yet. The McDonalds job helped him have some spending money and was actually pretty good pay for something so simple. After chatting a bit, I finished my meal. I asked him since he was off work if he wanted to come to our place for a bit and hang out. He smiled and said, "Sure, I've got nothing to do tonight." He followed me to the house and parked his car out front. I let him in and we went downstairs where the TV and bar are located, and also gave him a quick tour of the backyard where the hot tub is located. "God, I bet that's relaxing," he remarked as he looked out at the hot tub. I laughed, "Yeah, it definitely loosens up tight muscles after a long day. Want to go sit in it for a bit? There's spare swimsuits in the bathroom closet." Without hesitation he replies with a 'yes' and disappeared into the bathroom to change. I run upstairs, slipped-off my work clothes and into some board shorts. When I get downstairs, I found Kaleb awaiting me, a towel in hand. He was dressed in a square cut Speedo that I recognized from our stash of guest suits. I couldn't help but stare: he didn't have a hair on his chest, but a nice blonde treasure trail dipped into the waistline of the Speedos. His legs were perfectly toned. "What sports do you play?" I asked, trying not to stare. "I played baseball and ran track in high school, but I'm not on any teams now, although I still like to run," he replied with that perfect smile. "How about you?" he shoots back. "I do some running outdoors in the summer, indoors for winter, and also play hockey on a local league," gesturing to the hockey sticks hanging in the open closet. With that I opened the door into the back yard and led the way out to the hot tub, hung his towel next to mine on the side of the privacy fence, and without ado, we climbed into the tub and I hit the jets. We chatted for a while, talked about his home town, my job, and random things. Pretty soon he's asking about the BF. I explained we'd been together a while and that he sometimes worked odd hours. I noticed as we started talking about the more personal stuff, that Kaleb's foot was brushing mine. Pretty soon we're both quiet with just the noise of the jets around us, as Kaleb's foot now brushed-up my leg, rather than just my feet. I looked over and smiled at him as I put a foot on his leg, lifted myself up a bit and yanked my board shorts down and off, placing them up on the side of the tub. Kaleb smiled broadly and joined me in placing his square cut trunks on the side of the tub. The game of footsie resumed with the both of our feet moving steadily higher up to each other's thighs. I leaned back into the headrest, just relaxing in the pleasure of the moment when Kaleb slid over to my side of the tub, and wrapped his hand around my hard cock which was bobbing around under the water. "Damn, that's a nice dick," he said. I reached over and grabbed his, which was not quite as thick as mine, but, at about seven inches, was the same length as mine. "Yours is too," I managed to sigh, in between my moans. I pulled my hand away and got up on the edge of the tub, and without a word Kaleb dove his cute blonde head right down into the water and took my cock deep in his mouth. Either he wasn't very experienced, or just had no idea how to give a blow job, 'cause I pulled his head off after a few scrapes of his teeth. "You haven't done this much have you?" I asked, smiling none the less. With a slight pout on his face he responded "No, only been with one guy since I came to college. I played it straight before that. I guess I'm not very good at giving blow jobs, am I?" I just pulled him up and took him in my mouth. He started moaning loudly after a bit. I pulled off and grabbed him with my hand. "Want to go inside?" I asked, hoping he would since the neighbors might hear him outside. He nodded and got out of the tub, dried off, and after I shut the hot tub, we went inside. I promptly led him upstairs to the bedroom and crawled onto the bed with him where we started making out as we felt each other up. I kept stroking his cock and pretty soon he pulled back saying with a yelp "Oh shit!" as his cock started jerking and cum flew out onto his abs and into the palm of my hand. He panted and apologized for cumming so fast. I smile and grabbed a handy towel, gently wiping him off. "Try sucking me again, but watch your teeth a bit," I told him. He nods, gets up on his knees and dives down on me. While his teeth were still hitting me, but he was marginally better. I looked over, noticing he was getting hard again. He pulled off my cock and looked up at me, asking "Can I ride it?" His eyes had a look that clearly were saying 'please, pretty please'. I reach up, opening the night table drawer that contained condoms and toys, he reached in, selected a rubber, opened the package and fumbled with it until I was suited-up. Once it was on, I pointed to the lube pump on the headboard, and he took the hint, pumped some into his hand, and lubed-up over my cock. He may have been bad with his teeth, but he was good with his hands. With his other hand, Kaleb lubed-up his ass, and when he was ready, he crouched over my crotch and attempted to align my cock head with his hole. Fortunately my head knows its way around an ass, and popped into his ass without difficulty. He sat there, sliding slowly down on my cock, his ass as tight as a vice. Then his muscles relaxed and his weight drove all the way down on the whole length of my cock. He looked like he just been punched in the gut. I put my hands on his hips to hold him steady as he tried to catch is breath. "Just relax, sit there for a minute," I suggested. He nodded his head as he struggled to accommodate me. After a bit, he started moving, just a little, grinding himself down on my cock, remarking as he did so "I'm glad you asked me over. I've been hoping you two would say something when you came in," lifting himself and settling himself on my cock once again, adding "I'm glad you came in, and that you are the top. How do you guys usually fuck?" he asked as he slowly road up and down my covered cock. "Lots of positions, he rides me, him on his back, doggie style. Whatever we're in the mood for," I replied. He looks me straight in the eye asking "Do you wear a condom when you fuck him?" Ok, this just got interesting. "No, we don't wear them with each other. Only if we we're playing with a third" I replied. With that he bent down, kissed me, and at the same time slid forward too far with the result my cock popped out of his ass. Kaleb didn't pause. He reached back, stroked my cock a few times, and again slid back down on me. He road me for a bit, then again bent down for another kiss, and again I popped out of his ass. Again I felt him reach back , stroke me, and easily slid back onto my cock. We repeated this several times - just a nice slow, comfortable fuck. Then the next time he bent down to kiss me, I popped out again. I could feel him stroking my cock, but this time he was pulling tighter on the upwards stroke, and I could definitely feel it when the condom came off. He looked down at me, smiled, and as we looked into each other's eyes, he slid back down again. "Please, don't stop. I've never had a cock bare. I want to feel what your boy friend does," he said. I didn't say anything in reply, but let him do what he wanted. He kept backing himself onto my bare cock, and soon enough he was down on it again, and then he leaned back and started bouncing on me. By that time we were both moaning in pleasure. "How's it feel?" I asked him. "Mmmmmm wonderful," is all that came out of his mouth. His ass was so silky. So tight. I started thrusting upwards into him at random times, making him groan each time I did as much. I reached forward to stroke him, but he knocked my hand away. "Don't tough me - I'll come, and I'm not ready yet," he cautioned. So, I just kept thrusting up into him as he rode me, the pleasure he was experiencing plain on his face. After a bit was I'm starting to feel it. His bare ass getting me too close to the edge. That feeling of his skin against mine was just too much to take. "I'm getting close. Where do you want me to cum?" I blurted-out. He said, "Cum where you would if I was your boy friend." That did it. I rammed upwards into him and started shooting, grunting and moaning as my cum blasted deep up into his ass. Mine was the first load he'd ever taken up there, and he was clearly a natural bottom. He must have felt it or been turned on too much, 'cause his cock started shooting without either of us having touching it. He got up and rolled off me and onto his back. We both just laid there panting. I don't usually go soft after I shoot and he looked so sexy laying there full of sweat, so I got up, rolled him on to his side, and pushed one leg forward as I straddled the other. Then I lined myself up and shoved my dripping cock head right in that slick hole. He moaned and gasped a deep breath. I started thrusting into him hard and deep. I alternated between deep thrusts and some rabbit fucks. His ass felt amazing, lubed by my cum and so wrapped silky tight around my cock. He couldn't even get a sentence out, just little grunts and moans. I occasionally leaned down and nibbled on his neck and shoulder as I slid in and out. I gave him a good fuck until I was ready to cum again. I shoved in deep and blasted my second load into his cute ass, then I pulled out and he turned to me and snuggled up, my cum pooling deep in his body. We both dozed off and woke up an hour later. He was hard and so was I, so I positioned him on his back, placed his feet onto my shoulders, rubbed my cock head around his hole, noting how slick he was from my loads and my cock head popped right into his body. His eyes rolled back and he reached down to stroke himself. We went at it for a bit, then he started arching his back. "Oh shit! I'm going to cum again!" That was all he got out before I felt his ass clamp down tight on my bare cock, his cum blowing onto his abdomen. The tight grip of his ass brought me right to the edge, but not before I announced "I'm gonna cum!" He looked at me in pure lust and said, "Do it, man. Cum in me." So, I did. There might not have been much force behind it, but he definitely got a third load from me. Again I pulled out and again we collapsed. Afterwards we chatted a bit, and I told him it was very rare for me and my boyfriend to do something apart, and even more rare for it to be bare. Kaleb and I agreed to keep this incident between ourselves for now. Eventually he got up, showered and then went home. I'm not sure if it will happen again, and I'm not really not sure how or if to tell my BF about my experience with the little stud from McDonalds, but I knew next Sunday at McDonalds could prove very awkward.