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I'd hire him as my driver when I need a ride.....

PART ONE It all started innocently enough. I know that's what everyone says but it certainly wasn't my intention for things to end up the way they did. My wife died about 20 years ago. For around five years I didn't know what to do with myself, then I discovered the joys of gay sex and was fully-fledged in that lifestyle for a long time keeping it all hidden from my family who thankfully live a long way away. Over that time there wasn't much I didn't try or do to someone else, and we usually did it raw. Unfortunately it bit me on the ass in the end and I ended up poz. It didn't worry me too much as I knew it was gonna happen sooner or later & I was still taking pretty good care of myself despite the fact my daughter was still under the impression I must be living a lonely life. Far from it in fact! The house I had was pretty big though & I was intending to buy a smaller place, seeing it was only me living there aside from any overnight/weekend/weekly "guests" I might have had. My daughter had the great idea of sending her son to help me pack up the house over around a week or so. I didn't think I needed any help but she thought "it'll be good for him & you'll need the company". Great. I didn't have any problems with the boy, he was about 20 years old, straight and a lovely guy but by God the kid was dumb. I'd also heard that some of my "friends" were gonna be in town for a few days and I was intending to catch up with them. Timing! My sex drive wasn't a patch on what it used to be but I was looking forward to catching up with them for some drinks & a good gossip. I'd been up pretty late watching some porn so the banging on the door at 10am came as a bit of a shock. I staggered to the door and was greeted by Brett's smiling face. "Hey there gramps! It's so good to see you!" He stepped inside & gave me a big hug. I tended to only catch up with them round Xmas time and wasn't on social media so I had no idea how much he'd grown, or to be more precise, bulked up. The boy was in fantastic shape. "Thought I'd get here nice & early to get a full day's work in" he said. I can't fault the kid's attitude I guess. "You don't look ready though!" He laughed. "Is there anywhere you want me to start while you have a shower & breakfast?" "Um....sure...the garage I guess?" I replied in my morning haze. "Sure, I'll get straight to it!" About half an hour later with a full belly & a clean body I walked out to my garage. Brett had done a power of work and I could see a bunch of boxes set up for me to determine whether to keep, throw or store. His body showed at too as his young body was coated in sweat. "Wow boy, there'll be nothing left for me to do at this rate!" "I know gramps. Once I get to that part of the garage behind the sheet it'll all be done!" Oh fuck, I thought to myself, I'd forgotten about that this morning. One of the things I really used to love particularly when I was "entertaining", was to use a sex sling. It didn't really worry me too much if I was giving or receiving, I just loved using the damn thing. God knows how many times I seeded a guy or received it myself in that thing. The stories it could tell! I only just realised that my grandson was just about to reveal it. "Well Brett, looks like you could probably do with a break, I'll take it from here!" "No way Gramps, I'm just getting started!" and then the idiot walked over to the sheet and pulled it back. "WOW!!!! What's this Gramps?" My face went bright red (and it's a long time since I've been embarrassed) thinking the secret was well & truly revealed now. "You & Grandma must've got up to all sorts of stuff huh?" By God, how dumb is this kid, she's been dead for nearly twenty years! How sentimental does he think I am! "Ahhhhh yeah, well you know...I was hoping you wouldn't see that" I stammered, thankful for him being so naïve & stupid. "It used to get a bit of work, not so much any more." That part was at least true, he just didn't know that it wasn't his grandmother that was on the receiving end. "So how does it work Gramps? There's a seat & stirrups and a few things here." The dumb boy sat up in the seat, put one of his legs up into the stirrups and was trying with his other one. You know how in movies there's the cliché where a docile animal or person will get a taste for blood or something will just trigger a different side of their personality and then they'll become a maniac. As I looked over to the sling, it wasn't my grandson that I saw. My insatiable sex drive returned and it was a sweaty well-built young man in little to no clothing with his legs spread who was more or less totally helpless. I smiled and I could feel my cock hardening as I walked over to the sling. "I can show you how it works if you like..." END OF PART ONE

I made a quick visit to my favorite Las Vegas ABS video booths. I only had about a half hour before I was meeting some friends for an early dinner and a movie. When I entered the video arcade, I found 4 red lights on the 12 booths. I tried the occupied booth's doors and found one unlocked. I entered the booth and found a latino guy in his early 50's leaning against the wall, his uncut cock sticking from his zipper and he was stroking, while watching some str8 porn on the screen. I added a dollar to the machine and dropped to my knees in front of him. I took a deep drag on my poppers and went to work on his cock. I heard him ask for my poppers. I handed them up to him and he took several drags on them. He was a quick cummer. I very quickly felt the sweet taste of his cum as it filled my mouth. I got up, wiped my face and left his booth. I noticed that the red light was on over the door of one of the booths that had the only glory hole in this arcade. So, I went into the adjoining booth that was just being vacated by an older latino guy, and peeked through the hole. A young asian kid in his early 20's, with a very large, thick and rock hard cock was standing in the booth stroking. Some str8 porn was on his screen. I put a couple of dollars in my video machine and dropped to my knees at the glory hole. I'm an older guy, so I wasn't sure this young kid would want my offer of a bj? But, he quickly put his rockhard cock to my mouth at the hole. His cock was a pure joy to worship. I sucked and licked his cock and balls. I could tell that he'd get close to cumming, then he'd pull from my mouth for a few moments, before putting it back into me. He liked to fuck my mouth like a pussy. So, I'd put my face up to the large, oval glory hole and keep it there as he'd fuck my face. He continued to keep taking small breaks from his face fucking so he wouldn't cum. He was trying to make it last by edging. But he finally got to the point where I could tell he couldn't edge any longer. He was ready to shoot. I hungrily worked on his cock. Taking it as far to the back of my throat as I could. Finally he let out a soft groan and filled my mouth with a giant load of very sweet juice. It typical str8 boi fashion, he quickly pulled his cock from my mouth. Grabbed some tissues from the dispenser, wiped his cock, put it in his pants, zipped and quickly exited the booth. I heard the front door buzzer chime as he quickly exited the store. I always chuckle at how quickly str8 guys want to get out after they cum. I glanced at my watch, I only had another 10 minutes to spare before I had to head to meet my friends. I tried all the doors with red lights on them. All locked. Just as I was thinking I'd better get going, a man in his early 40's, nice looking, wearing dress slacks and a white long sleeve shirt entered the arcade. It's 116 degrees outside. The only reason to wear a long sleeve shirt in this temperature would be if he had just gotten off work and was on his way home. Our eyes catch each other as we pass by the display of all the movies playing. He enters a booth and locks the door. DAMN! Maybe he doesn't want a bj? He's nice looking and I do have 10 more minutes I can stay. So, I hang around for a bit near the movie display. I go to try his door a couple of times. But it's locked. I do rattle his door handle just a bit, so he knows that someone's interested in coming in. He's been in the booth for just a couple of minutes when I hear the door lock on his door being moved. I try the door again, Now it's unlocked. I go inside and find him sitting on the chair, his pants around his ankles, his 7" cut cock in his hands, stroking to some str8 porn. I lock the door and assume my position on the floor, between his legs. I take my drags of poppers, then go to work on his cock. He looks hard already, but I can feel it harden even more as I suck on him. He doesn't take long. About 4 minutes of cocksucking then I hear his breath quicken, his cock throbs in my mouth and he pulls the back of my head down onto his cock. I tighten the back of my throat on his cock as I feel it pulse and fill my throat with his load. He finishes cumming, then pushes my face off his cock. He and I both take tissues from the dispenser, wipe ourselves off. I get up, leave him and leave the store. In less than 30 minutes I've sucked off 3 str8 guys. All without speaking a word to each other. All totally anonymous. Just as I like it.

After leaving the Fickstutenmarkt, I was hungry and grabbed something to eat. Course my ass was hungry too and I wanted more dick and loads up it. I decided to try Mutschmanns. I never been there and knew they had a dark room, which is my favorite place to have sex. I love the semi anonymous feel of dark rooms and the fact that most guys are there to have sex. Got there about 12:30am and surprisingly, the place was dead. As they didn't charge me a cover, I got a beer and decided to at least check out the dark room since I was there. Maybe ten people...an older leather guy in a sling getting fucked with a beer bottle by another guy, One guy passed out on the bed, and another guy on his knees sucking two guys off. Nothing look too promising. However after walking around a bit I did notice this 30 something, scruffy, tatted up guy who sparked my interest. I watched where he went and when he entered one of the cubbies I jumped into the one next to his. I got down on my knees as he thrust his average 6.5 cock through the Gloryhole. Then I noticed the shine of a Prince Albert at the end of his cock. Score! I love getting fucked by Prince Alberts and I've never been fucked through a Gloryhole before so now I was excited to see where this was going to go. I took his dick in my mouth and got him hard and then turned around like I've seen in the porn movies to position my ass so I can get fucked by his Prince Albert through the Gloryhole. He thrust into my cum lubed ass and it felt so good to have that Prince Albert sliding against the sides. I moaned and he thrust harder. After about five minutes, I felt that sweet warm flood my hole and he began to soften. He pulled out and we both went our separate ways. Freshly loaded, I headed over to Bull where something always seems to be happening. Stripped to my jock and headed into the dark. I felt a hand feel my ass and leaned forward so they could access my hole. After the guy felt how lubed my hole was, The guy told me what a cumwhore I was and how I needed to get more loads. He started in German but switch to English when he saw that I didn't understand. Another guy started to feel my hole and was encouraged to use it. I got bent over with my head shoved between the verbal top's legs. The other guy started fucking me and soon a circle guys was around me. The verbal top in control of my head and body kept on spinning me around So that all the tops could use my hole. I think four or five more guys fucked me with a couple more loads but I had no idea who they were as my head was still stuck between legs. Had a few fucks after that but nothing compared to the glory hole and group scene. I left feeling very satisfied that my hole had been so well used.

-Spread your legs, bitch! A poppers bottle to my nose and some really deep hits made me comply. Or the meph I'd snorted just before entering the Sauna. I had some ready to be used in my little cubicle, too... stashed away. The anonymous cock buried itself inside me. In one stroke he was balls deep. A bit of a strain, but not too much - I am a good little whore when I'm high. My ass opens up wide, for even bigger cocks to slide right in. They feel the soft nice man's ass, and they pound me real hard.... just the way I want it. So I comply and spread my legs. And he fucks me mercilessly for a good 5 minutes before emptying his hot load inside me. He pulls out and I turn around to clean his cock. Without a word he leaves.... but I know I am going to get more of it real soon. The word will spread... Locking the door I dive down in my stasch. I make a couple of fat lines of meph - and snort them up. Leaving some residue on my nose... I then walk out of my cubicle and lock it. Anyone can see I've taken something, if they look. I walk with my towel over my shoulder to show off my ass real good, over to the darkroom. When I get there, I've got a couple of younger studs in tow. They follow me inside the darkroom and corner me. Their towels drop immediately and they press me down on their cocks. Ahhhh good hard young cocks, ready to fuck ... I suck them both... in turn, and then together.... while they obviously kiss ... I let my hands slip between their legs and squeeze some ass cheeks which seems to make them hornier.... I'm yanked up by one of them and he whispers "You high, man?" and I nod quietly. "Fuck, that's so hot. Turn around".... And around I go. First cock slams into me. Not the biggest one, but hard as a rock. I really love it.... taking some young stud's cock in a darkroom... it makes me feel so good. Grabbing my hips he pounds into me like young guys do. Only lasting one minute or so, he cums... and cums... and cums.... groaning real high, he pulls out quickly to let the last of the boy juices squirt over my ass hole which is wide open. And then his mate comes along. Equally hard, but bigger dick. Same thing. Pounds away for a couple of minutes and fills me with a hot load. All the while moaning real loud and telling me what a good ass I have. A bit dizzy I now stand up. I return slowly to my cubicle, my ass cummy inside and out showing off again. Back in my cubicle I ready my last two lines of meph, nice fat ones... Man, I need this... My ass needs it... I play with my index in the powder and put a good amount on it on my ass hole, mixing it a bit with the still runny cum there... and some lube, just for the sake of it. I crack the door just a little bit... anyone that is interested can now peer in, I turn around and I drag the lines into my nose as a good meph whore. Adding to the buzz... oh man. My ass just twiches for cock. I need cock ... hard cock...no, cocks! Many cocks! Now! Opening up, the guy that comes in is ... I mean... drop dead gorgeous. A short and stocky latino with a nice sized cock... He comes up to me and touches my ass hole... oohhh and pushing some of the meph inside - making it burn a little and me to moan just so. My nose is a bit white still from the powder that didn't go into it... and he leans up to my face and licks my nose off!!! Shit man, I am so fucking horny.... but I can't speak, nothing will be coherent. I'm just thinking.... fuck my brains out! He presses me backwards on the bed, making me go down on my back and spread my feet wide in the air. His face moves to my ass hole and he starts rimming it.... cum/lube/meph in all. I can feel him getting high, his breathing changes and he gets really much more intense. I twitch my hole for him. That does it. He stands up and plunges his cock in me.... pressing the rest of the concoction into me ... oh fuck it burns sooooo goood... I want his cum. I want his cock. Fuck me man... His fucking is furious. Then he slows down and takes his cock out again. My swollen ass hole needs more rimming. I'm in heaven. He rims me for a long time, then resumes fucking me hard and long strokes. Finally I get my reward, a fat load first on my hole and then inside me. After a little cuddling he gets up and leaves, only to be followed by the next guy, an asian dude that has an extremely good body, and contrary to the myth, a nice big cock. He doesn't waste time rimming. He just wants one thing - to put his dick in my hole and fill it with hot liquids. Dirty talker too - keeps telling me what a whore I am, his white bitch... how I'm taking all his dna inside me ... oh, man.... he's sooo hot. He takes his time and then does the unthinkable - he pulls out and cums over my limp meph-cock instead. Oh well... several hours and men later, my high is coming down just so much so that I can get hard again. My cummy body and cock is now ready to pound some nice ass too. I get outside the cubicle and walk to the dark room again. In front of me I see this "twink" - at least he's got a twink body. He notices me looking at him and stops very briefly just to spread his cheeks to show a perfect, hairless hole. Mine. I want that. Into the darkroom he goes, and when I enter I feel him dragging me to him... I smell his breath that reeks of the same thing as me, chems. he's obviously been smoking Tina. His dick is limp, as should be, because I'm just interested in his hole. We kiss for a while, my dick gets really hard from that. He drops to the dirty, cummy floor and starts sucking me real good. Man, I do love a hot twink's mouth in the morning.... Now I want his other end. I pull him up, and turn him around, he leans on the wall of the darkroom. My dick's built in radar goes to work, and I enter him, just like the other men entered me. Oh fuck he's good... man, soft, nice hole.... tina soft ... oooh... I soo want to fill him up now, so I grab his neck, and hold him firmly while I plant my cock deep in him, and keep pounding him hard. He yelps, he moans.... even sometimes screams a little ... (not that I'm so big... he's just high and horny) Finally, my release.... my cum.... my load after so many hours high on meph and poppers.... it feels almost like I'm pissing cum into him. Satistfied - I don't even clean up, I just put my clothes on and walk home.

Come to Portland!

Part 3: Unexpected visitor It's been a couple of days since Josh and Adrian popped my cherry and I've been having wet dreams of that night - I'd wake up into a puddle of cum in my bed (I sleep naked hehe) after dreaming of how josh and Adrian fucked my ass that night. Ever since then I've been trying to get my hands on some cock but to no avail - I created several craigslist ads but the guys there were flakes and no one seemed to pay attention to me in Grindr as well... Anyway it was a Saturday morning and my father and I were having breakfast when he told me Uncle Benjamin will be staying with us for a couple of days, uncle Benjamin has been having some problems with his wife and they've decided it's best for uncle Benjamin to stay with me and my dad for a while. Dad asked me if i was okay with sharing my room with uncle Benjamin since our spare room is pretty much unfurnished and I guess, dad wanted the master bedroom to himself (Mom works for an international NGO and is pretty much out of the country most of the time); it was as if I had a choice, so I said yes. But now that I'd have to share my bed with uncle Benjamin, I'd have to sleep with my clothes on, I just hope those wet dreams would stop for now - it would be very awkward if uncle Benjamin and I woke up covered in my cum. Haha. Just as dad and I were preparing the dinner table, we heard a car pull over our drive way and after a few minutes we heard a knock on our door. I opened the door and it was uncle Benjamin with a backpack and small suitcase - I must have forgotten how good looking he was, it's been at least a year since I last saw him, he is 44 years old, around 5'11 and has a fit body - not too fit but in good shape, he has salt and pepper hair and amazing blue eyes the seems to pierce right through me, amazing teeth and a well trimmed beard that high lights his well defined jawline. I could see his pecs slightly through his shirt, I couldn't remember uncle Benjamin looking this good. "Hey Jake!, what's up buddy?", he said as he pulled me into a hug. "I'm fine uncle benj, have you been working out?, you look great" I replied. "Oh, glad you noticed haha, I've had more free time lately so I've been able to jog more and hit the gym a few more times a week, anyway where's Alfred?"... "oh dad's in the kitchen preparing dinner, come on in uncle" As we had dinner dad and uncle benjamin talked about their good old days and how goofy they were when they were kids - we had a few good laughs but I really couldn't concentrate on my food or their jokes that much as uncle benj was seated right across me and damn did he really look good. I was having a hard on the entire time. After dinner, I guided uncle benj into my room, he apologized for the inconvenience and I said "oh, nothing to worry bout uncle Benj, dad and I are glad to finally have some company" and deep in my mind I was like... fuck! I'll sure be having hard ons as we sleep together. Dad and uncle benj had a few beers after dinner while watching a movie. I was already in my room, my eyes glued on my phone, when I heard a knock. It was uncle Benjamin, and he might have had a couple of beers, his face was already red but he didn't seem drunk. He took a quick shower and he got out of the bathroom with only a towel around his waist, and god! His body was amazing! He had well defined pecs and an amazing 4 pack. He had a smooth chest and he looked just really good! He must have noticed me watching him so I looked back on to my phone as uncle benj wore his boxers. "I hope you don't mind me sleeping like this Jake?" I looked up and it was uncle bench with only his boxers on. I said "sure no prob uncle benj, i usually sleep with less clothes as well and the A/C's hasn't been working as well, so go on right ahead, and make your self comfortable" As uncle Benjamin scooted into my bed, I removed my t-shirt to make myself more comfortable, and I noticed uncle benjamin look at me while I was removing my shirt, he then said "nice body you got their bud, you've really grown up" then I just said "oh, you're not the only one who's been trying to get fit uncle" then we had a good laugh. Uncle benj doze off to sleep almost immediately - must have been the beer. After a few more minutes, I went to sleep as well - turning off then lights and scooting over to bed beside uncle Benjamin. I woke in the middle of the night, must have been 2 or 3 am, uncle Benjamin was fast asleep hugging me, and to my surprise, I could feel his hard cock right up against thin pajamas. I was really surprised but oh this is getting me horny. His hard cock, I could feel his hard cock twitch every now and then as he his hands were wrapped around me, what do I do?

Soooooo Hot uncut cock ! i LOOOOVE that foreskin ! He needs to make it cumin ! Pllay with the tongue on that foreskin must be so nice .. and that guy seems young and has He seems young and has already a so wrecked ass ! it's like he was fucked by a donkey cock .. but would like to use him, and you ?

I think I was like twelve or thirteen when I watched Christian guzzle down cum for the first time. When I clicked on the icon to start it, of course I knew that this video was not appropriate for a boy my age and that I shouldn't have visited that kind of website in the first place. But at that point it was already too late anyway...about ten seconds into the vid I knew exactly what I wanted the rest of my life to look like...

OMG insanely hot. Both the tops seriously turn my crank.

...such a dirty whore... ...would love to be in his place now...

Nice to see something focused on us tops ;-) Here are some of my thoughts about what I like the most, but each fuck is different depending on the guy I'm fucking, the situation, etc... 1. Clean hole - yes. I like to eat a hole before I fuck it, and cleanliness is essential. And if I pull out and my dick is dirty, that's an automatic turn-off (for me personally, I know others on here would be into that) and I can't wait to get the bottom out of my apt so I can go shower. 2. Prefer to cum inside. I refuse to waste my load outside of a hole (mouth or ass, but prefer ass) unless it's the rare night that i jack myself off because I can't find anyone to fuck. Additionally, with certain men, I would swallow their load during or after the fuck instead of letting them jack off onto themselves. Also, I tend to be more of a dribbler than a shooter, so it's just easier to be inside a hole than to disappoint myself or the bottom without a "shot" on their face or wherever. 3. I don't like my holes too tight - I don't like having to fight to get in, nor do I want it so tight that I cum too quickly. That being said, I don't want it so loose that there's no friction either. Sometimes when I fuck a guy on a fuckbench or in a private room at a bathhouse, they're so loose and cummy that it gives me no friction and I can't cum (but mentally it's hot that they're slutty and cum-filled). 4. I like it to last as long as possible, but keep it intense without any "pull out" breaks. So, what I mean by this is, once I get inside someone, other than pulling out to change positions and getting back in, I don't want to have to take a break and pull out to prevent myself from cumming...I want to be inside him the whole time. This might mean slowing down or holding myself deep in him for a few seconds at a time to try to hold myself off from cumming, maybe lean down to make out with him to hold off, etc... This can be interesting, though. I've found with certain guys, their ass is just the right tightness/looseness, and the positioning is just right, etc... that I've fucked them so long that we're both covered in sweat by the time I unload in them. With others, I might only last 5 minutes or so. *shrug* 5. Poppers. I like taking a couple hits of poppers before I eat a nice hole. It just makes me that much more hungry for it. I also like taking a couple hits while I'm in a hole and fucking them. While fucking, the poppers will make me fuck that much harder/faster - which can either help me cum if the hole is loose/sloppy and I need an extra boost, or leads to an explosion deep in him as I pound away. Sometimes the poppers will make me deflate a little, though...other times they don't. *shrug* again lol 6. Threesomes/groups/bathhouses. I've found that in tag team threesomes, it usually ends after the two tops unload once in the bottom. So, in that case, I want it to last as long as possible and if I feel myself getting too close I'll pull out and let the other top take a turn. If the threeway was discussed in advance that the bottom wanted multiples from both tops, then I might not wait as long to give him the first load. Groups and bathhouses: I'll go around and try a few holes, with or without clean up in between, before I breed any. Then I may go back to the ones that I liked the best to unload in. Although if the ass is hot enough the first go-around, or the bathhouse isn't very busy or something, I may just let it go in the first fuck. 7. Multiple loads. In one of my ideal scenarios (fantasies?), a bottom would come over some evening and we'd fuck multiple times throughout the night with some making out and cuddling and chatting in between, and some sleep at some point...then fuck again in the morning before he leaves. That hasn't happened so far, unfortunately. There have been a couple guys that I've done 2-3 rounds with in one session, but it takes the right chemistry for that to happen (i.e. there have been a couple guys that have wanted multiples and I'm like, "sorry, I'm done for the night with that load I just gave you" even though I might fuck someone later, I just wasn't into multiples with the one). Only once or twice have I been able to go through the motions of cumming twice without pulling out or getting soft in between - it's more likely that I'll need to pull out, go soft, and then get hard again for multiples to happen. 8. You mentioned that you didn't want this post to be about the types of bottoms we fuck, but it does play a role in my enjoyment of the fuck and how it all goes down. A guy that I know is a cumslut whore will be a different fuck than a college undergrad who has only taken it a couple times. As a cub type myself, nailing a twink is different than slamming into a fellow cub/bear. I fuck all of those types, and enjoy all of them, but knowing who I'm getting into affects my mental preparation, whether I get into a more dom mood or not, and even the location/setup. Thanks again for posting this topic, I'm sure I've missed some things that other tops might point out...if so, I'll add more later.

Jon was acting weird after he got back from looking after his parents. It could have been the realisation that his dad or any of us are not immortal, but deep down you and I know the real reason why. He didn’t believe my tale of knocking over a bowl of yoghurt as an excuse for the stained chair cover or why my hole, in his opinion was looser than when he last fucked me. No matter how much I tried to convince him it was all in his head, he just knew what I’d been up to especially when I started to come down with some unseasonal flu like symptoms which I tried to pass off as hay fever, not daring to mention I ached all over and basically felt like shit!. He talked me into taking a few days off work to recover. As soon as Jon lefty for work I started to dial Adam & Scott boning up immediately just thinking of the fuck session we were about to have, but before I finished flicking through for their numbers the doorbell went. I scrabble to pull up my trackie bottoms but go to the door bare-chested. At our door was a guy I thought I knew but didn’t know where from...in a heavy French accent I hear, “Errrm, Hi, err hello I’m Jean-Marc, I live opposite with my wife Marie………” Completely off guard and in a thunder flash remember being fucked with him watching me as he ironed. “Ah, yes I remember” now it was my time to be nervous, “Errmm I’m sorry about a few weeks ago, err, I meant to close the curtains but we just got carried away.” Feeling brave adding, “I think you enjoyed it too if I remember correctly?” A big grin breaks across his face, “Yes you could say, thank you!” Come in, I feel like shit and will catch more of a cold staying in the doorway like this, “I promise won’t pounce, unless you want me to?” Sit down, can I get you a drink? “No, no I’m good thanks” he now nervously replies. “I’m not sure why I’m here, really. Marie is away with work and she loves to spy on our neighbours peeking in to their rooms hoping for a flash of nakedness or if they think no one is watching them engaged in sex. It’s a huge turn on for her, really gets in the mood. I know I like being submissive in bed with my wife, letting her take the lead in sex especially if we have spied someone.” His frankness has my cock twitching and I see him stare at my tenting track suit bottoms, especially as my cock is leaking like a faucet and there is already a sizable damp patch. I sneeze a couple of time, blow my nose as another wave of chills crash over me and teasingly he continues. “I love it when she rides my cock, pulling hard on my nipples, until I shoot into her. Then she turns around and sits on my face and tells me to, Clean up your mess, you cum sucker. Make sure you lick every drop of your hot gooey cum out of my pussy. I want to see cum on your face when you're through licking me clean." Fuck! I am so horny right now. I could easily rape his straight ass this instant so strong is my need to fuck and spill my hopefully potent seed. I rub my hands over my shivering body and adjust my lump of iron cock which just throbs and twitches at the lightest touch. Jean-Marc sits there open mouthed, watching my every move, his immaculate light fawn chinos straining to contain what looks like a sizable cock in his pants. My emotions were running wild and then he says “I have never looked at a guy like this before, yet here I am happily married yet checking you out. I can feel my heart racing in my chest. I love the taste of my own cum and since watching have sex with your friends” quickly adding, “not your husband…I have wondered what another mans cum would taste like.” My head was spinning. He looked cute enough, in that straight-guy way: well styled light brown hair, blue eyes to match his polo shirt and a slightly comfortable body. I guessed him to be in his early thirties. He was a little taller than I am, maybe 6’4”. We spent a few minutes on boring small talk until I had to run our bedroom to get more tissues and he followed. “Damn, that’s some bed.” If he wasn’t straight I’d have thought what a cheesey come-on line, I also would have explained that as a metal four poster it is great for bondage sex, but I didn’t want to scare him away just yet. “It’s a pain in the ass to move, clean and change linen but we think it’s cool.” “If I had the strength I’d show you It’s great for pull-ups too.” “Is that the secret to those huge arms?” If he wasn’t straight, I would have assumed for a second time he was hitting on me. “How big are your biceps?” Lying I tell him, “I’ve no idea” “Wow, I doubt my small hands could even get around them.” I decided to go for broke, flexed my biceps “Wanna try?” He was on me before I knew what happened. In a second he went from brushing his fingers across my bicep to kissing me so hard he almost knocked me over. He started maneuvering me towards the bed while making a terrible attempt at pulling my trackies off so I made it easy on him by stripping down naked and pulling him onto the bed with me. He chewed on my lips and neck for several minutes while roughly massaging my pecs and nipples, then sat up on his knees so abruptly I assumed our fun had come to an end. He stared at me smirked and winked with that look that says “I want more”, then slowly pulled his polo shirt over his head to reveal a smooth, muscular chest and a slight belly with the start of some love handles. My cock began to throb and leak a string of pre-cum it was harder than it had ever been and drew his attention. “J’adore ta bite. You have a huge cock,” he said, smiling a big broad smile. “Thanks.” “Can I try to suck it?” He was clumsy, too fast, and kept gagging every time he tried to deep-throat it. I grabbed a handful of his hair and forced him to slow down and I have to resist my building need to skull-fuck a load down his throat. I had to give him credit for trying, obviously no experience with guys. I rolled him over on his back, pinned him down, and licked his smooth chest. I was having fun and took my time, working down his torso until my face was hovering over his cock. I opened his chinos, pulled his cock out of his briefs, and tried to give him the best blowjob of his life. I lick around the shaft, causing his cock to bounce and produce a pearl of cum, then swirl my tongue around the head and swallow his cock whole until I press my chin against his balls. “Purtain!,” he cries, “Fuck” then moans as his eyes roll back, I tease until his gasps signal I’m bringing him close, over and over, edging him milking his salty pre-cum until he begins thrashing about, “Non!, non, “Je ne peux pas prendre plus!” “Sorry, I mean I can’t take this anymore, please let me cum?” As he strips out of his chinos my toes find the waistband of his briefs and he laughs when I yank them down around his knees. I feel him kick his underwear off and my cock is so hard it is pulsing with my heartbeat in unison with Jean-Marc’s. I lean up and kiss him again, my hands moving over the tight muscles of his arms and chest. I reach around his neck and pull him towards me as he again breaks into that ‘Cat got the cream’ look. Jean-Marc grinds his cock against mine. “We’re crazy.” He says. I nod, concentrating on not letting the touch of his cock make me shoot as I reached into our nightstand for lube and poppers, a brief thought filled my mind, I cannot do this, I am almost certainly Poz and we do not have any condoms, but the urge to breed and stealth Poz my first conquest just as quickly pushes that thought to the back of my mind. I lubed my rock-hard cock up, then grabbed his cock and pulled him forward before he could change his mind. Straddling me, he reached behind and maneuvered against me until we were finally lined up face to face. “I want to fuck you,” I growl. “Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” I wanted to grab his hips and thrust all the way in balls deep so fucking bad that I think my eyes were watering as much as my nose, but I allowed him to take his time and slowly push his tight pucker against the head of my dick. He huffed and puffed on the poppers, winced as his full weight is applied with the pressure and tension growing until my slimy cock tears through with obvious blinding pain. he can’t help but scream out, holds his breath as he slowly sinks deeper down the length of my dick as his oh so tight anal muscles gradually ease their vice-like grip, releasing a desperate gasp from Jean-Marc and only starts to breathe again once his ass cheeks are resting on my manicured pubes. His ass muscles tensed and grip with the initial wave of pain. I encouraged him to relax, to go slow. His eyes were closed tight and sweat began beading on his smooth chest and forehead. He looked so fucking sexy at that moment skewered on my cock waiting until the pain begins to recede. He senses I am waiting for his approval to proceed so he meets my eyes and nods. I kiss him again, and I couldn’t resist any more so push even deeper into his guts as I pump his ass like a piston. He has a look of amazement on his face “Purtain!…Fuck,” he cried out. “I can’t do it. I can’t take it.” I assured him he could. I continued pushing my boner up into his guts, he’s trembling with eyes closed tightly shut, I then slowly began raising my hips. Only after his pained expression eases do I begin to slowly pump his hole, he takes each thrust with a soft grunt, his hands clutching my pecs and never once does he try to pull away. I began pumping harder, producing copious amounts of pre-cum making for a slick movement as he finally begins to relax, loving the way he would make this little yelp every time I go too deep. He finally opened his eyes, looking at me as if for the first time in wonderment his now smiling eyes are locked on mine I wrapped my hand around his neck and pushed him to the side, rolling with him until he was pinned under me. Pushing his knees to his chest, I began slamming his ass as hard as I could. He tried to reach under his leg to jack off, but I kept swatting his hand away over and over until his breaths became shallow gasps. He grasped my arms as though clinging for life and shot a massive load all over his chest and face without even touching his dick. A second shot of cum went over his head and the third dumped across his neck and ran down onto our sheets. “Merde, j’ai juste cum!” The look of horrified wonder spreads across his face, “Putain, putain, incroyable” barely audible in a whisper Jean-Marc says to himself as a little voice inside my head shouts POZ HIM! POZ HIM GOOD! brought me over the edge I toss my head back and I shoot massive loads deep in his chute my cock is throbbing as ribbon after ribbon of red-hot life changing cum rockets out of my fat mushroom head. flooded his guts with a massive load and I relished every second of it. I came so hard I felt light headed and faint. I’ve never shot that hard before” I tell him omitting the reason why I came so hard. I’m hot, cold, sweaty and shivering all in the same instance euphoric in pleasure. It was fucking worth it, regardless of the repercussions.

I sometimes travel for work and while that can be a drag, it is great to turn on the computer or open an app on the phone to see who is cruising for sex. Without fail, every time I go to Singapore, Philippines or anywhere in SE Asia, there is a bonus to being a European. For some reason, these guys who are usually smaller in stature, like bigger white guys of all ages. On a few occasions in Manila I have met the same guys on different visits. I want to tell just one story. I saw this guy on one of the websites. His profile suggested a safe sex status as 'sometimes'. Usually, as we know, that means the rule is for this guy to bb. So, he came to the hotel and he was 160cm to my 179. He was slightly built to my big frame and he was a good fifteen years younger. Polite, friendly and happy to meet when talking over a drink, I got the surprise of my life when we went to the room. In seconds, he was naked and on the bed. His cock was not big but Im not huge so I don't get too hung up on other guy's size. He became powerful and dominant in the bedroom. What i like was that he was serious and not acting or putting it on. He needed to urgently cum and made it clear that he had to blow a load fast. I was ordered to my fours and he climbed up on my back and smelled me from head to toe while his cock just got rock hard. "you don't drink milk, do you.. I cannot smell dairy from you". and with that he just spat on my ass hole and plowed his very hard cock into my arse.. he was small but he fucked that cock of his in several directions inside me so that I felt like i was being plowed by a piston and he did it as if he was twice the size. I knew he was strong and he blew hard and heavy inside me... After that he relaxed for a few minutes and asked me to take him to the bathroom.. I did and got into the bath with him for the shower but I had that wrong because his shower was his piss in my mouth which he did to show me he was in charge of what happened. Once back in the bed, he took his time. He wanted to suck and be sucked, to rim and be rimmed and then fisted me gently until he was ready to fuck again which he did. First on my back, then he flipped me to my side and then flipped me over again on to my knees. he threw me around as if I was the little guy and he the big guy. Clearly a wrestler or something he was so strong. By the end of that first meet, he had cum in me three times. he came again on two of the nights that I was there. He told me that he was cheating on his boyfriend who would be horrified. I met him on any trip I have taken to Manila since but now he is in a new relationship with a guy who is as promiscuous and free as he is.. he continues to breed and enjoys it. It was one of my favourites because it was not just hot but unexpectedly so.

I went to the local bathhouse and rented a room. I was horny as hell and I needed more than just a one-on-one hookup. Once I got to my room, I stripped and lubed my ass to get ready. I practically had my whole hand in my ass, playing with myself and fantasizing about all the hard cocks I was going to take. My first stop was the glory-holes. I walked in closed the door behind me, got on my knees and waited. In no time, a hard cock appeared in the hole and I got down to business. I sucked hard, drooling all over it, and pushed my face up against the hole so he could fuck my throat until he squirted his load. I sucked three more cocks in a row, swallowing every drop of cum they had to give me. After that I left the gloryhole booth and went into the next room. It’s an orgy room with a big elevated cushioned area and a TV showing porn. I went and laid down on my back with my legs up and my ass just hanging over the edge and started fingering my asshole. An older man came over and replaced my fingers with his own. He licked his fingers and got me good and wet and then I pulled him close with my legs and let him put his cock in me. It felt so good going in. I guess he thought so too because he came inside me after only a couple of strokes. Not nearly enough of a fuck to satisfy me. I started walking around the place with his load still in me, looking for more. I found the sling room unoccupied and decided to try it out. I didn’t wait long before a man came in and started licking my freshly fucked hole. He got pretty excited when he tasted the cum that was already there and I begged him to fuck me and add his own to the mix. He happily obliged but shot his load on the outside after he’d fucked me for a few minutes. He pushed his spunk in with his cock but I wanted more deep breeding. I went back to my little room and wiped down a bit before opening the door wide and positioning myself face down ass up on the mattress. I didn’t have to wait too long before a stocky and very well-endowed man came in and closed the door behind him. He fingered my fuckhole and found I was all lubed up and ready. I told him I wanted him to fuck me hard and breed me. He climbed up on the bed and positioned his cock at my hole and I pushed back against it immediately, opening up for him, taking him deep. He didn’t need anymore help after that as he fucked me as hard as I’ve ever been fucked. I was a moaning, wild cumslut for him as he pounded my ass. My prostate was radiating hot flashes of pleasure every time he thrust into me, squeezing out thick gobs of precum or cum, I don’t even know at this point. And then his strokes got shorter and faster and he grunted as his cock burst inside me filling me with hot fresh seed. That was exactly what I needed.

Chapter Seven Almost all of my strength had come back by the time we entered the doctor’s office. The Priest went first, me following. Inside was a semi-lite room set up just like an exam room at any doctors office. Framed posters covered the walls - some looks like viruses taken from medical journals, while others were more obscene. Mixed in were posters of cocks, some hard, some soft, cut and uncut, some shooting cum, while others oozed what looked to be the clap - red with irritation as well as other sexual transmitted diseases. There was also posters of holes - some just normal, some puckered and red, while others were open, oozing cum. My cock was slowly rising after my look around the room. Standing in the middle of the room was the doctor. His hair was salt and pepper as well as his goatee. He was wearing a lab coat and combat boots. The coat was open, exposing his body to me - tanned, toned, and defined. His chest was covered in a mat of black and white chest hair leading to a “treasure trail” down to his trimmed dark crotch hair. His cock hung heavy over his balls, it was cut with a huge mushroom head that was about the size of a baby’s fist. The shaft of his cock was thick and veiny. His balls were smooth, hanging low in his sac, one higher than the other. “Conversion?” the sexy doctor asked? “Yes, phase one resulted with infection, bolstered the virus through feeding - six loads - from mid viral count HIV positive to two full blown.” replied the Priest. “Excellent” said the doctor. “Please take a seat on the exam table so the evil doctor can probe you” I moved slowly to the exam table, still studying the doctor’s body. My cock was hard as a rock, pointing my way to the table. As I climbed on, the Priest turned and exited the room. As the doctor approached, I spread my legs wide giving his access to my cock, balls and my aching hole. “Are you experiencing aches? Fever? Sweats?” the doctor asked. “Earlier Sir, but now it’s just aches.” I replied “Bar keep’s piss?” “Yes, Sir” “Hmmm, excellent elixir. Symptoms should return in time. ” His hands were cold to the touch, as he felt around my neck, just under my jaw. They warmed as he ran his hand over my shoulders and into my arm pits. I jumped a little from this touch, slightly ticklish in my pits. Pressing hard into my pits, he made small circles. As he was examining me, I was watching his cock, hanging between his legs. I fought back the urge to touch it, stimulating it until it was hard as a rock. “You like looking it my cock?” the doctor asked. I nodded yes, not taking my eyes off the head of his cock. “It’s okay it likes the attention” the doctor replied. “It’s pure poison boy. It has bitten many boys with out them knowing it.” “It starts by kissing the hole, ever so lightly, secreting a sample unto the skin, making the boy beg for my snake to slither in” “No protective skin can hold it, it sheds it quickly and silently. Writhing until it spits it’s venom deep inside a warm dark hole” As the doctor talked, his cock started to slowly thicken in girth and length. The head was resting on my knee when it finished hardening. It was so long, at least eleven inches if not a foot. His nuts pulled up as he made his cock jump off my knee and then drop down on it. “it likes you, boy” “feel it, hold it, let it slither in your hand” I wrapped my fingers around it, yet it my fingers did not touch. I slid my hand from just behind the head to the base of the shaft. It felt hot. I watched as the doctor licked his lips, knowing that he wanted to inject me with his venom. “you want it in you, don’t you?” the doctor asked with a grin. I just nodded as I continued to stroke it, feeling him trying to make his cock jump again in my hand. As much as my hole ached, I wanted to feel this massive cock deep inside me. I wanted a real cock fucking my ass. “there will be no skin to shed this time” I let go of his cock, slowly laid back on the exam table and raised my legs high into the air, presenting my hole for his use, his pleasure. I reach around my hips and spread my checks, exposing my hole more. He watched as he stroked his cock. “puffy and red, oozing death - just the way I like it” Stepping closer to the exam table, he removed his lab coat. I could feel his cock head just touching my hole, teasing me. The massive head circled my puffy hole, rubbing the cum that had leaked out all around. I pictured his cock spitting pre-cum as he played in the toxic cum that had escape from my fuck hole. “push out that fuck hole” I pushed out, opening my hole and at the same time squirting out some of the cum I was holding in, It squired out covering the doctor’s cock even hitting his crotch hair. “AGAIN” he shouted Concentrating harder, I pushed out my hole as he drove his cock in deep and hitting bottom, causing me to jump. He pulled out until just his head was inside my hole, pulling my hole outwards, then pushed all the way back in, this time penetrating my second ring. I had never felt such pleasure. His massive cock was hitting new pleasure points deep inside me. He pulled out again - this time all the way and drove all they way back in. He continued to punch fuck my hole over and over. His cock pumped air in me as he drove in, causing me to swell in my abdomen, until I couldn’t hold it and then it would blow out, expelling more cum all over the doctor’s cock and body. It was a sloppy noisy fuck. The doctor grabbed my ankles, yanking my legs open as far as they could go and then a bit more. The muscles in my legs screamed in pain as they were stretched. His cock continued to pump in and out of my wide hole, every time going balls deep into me, pushing the toxic loads from before deeper and deeper into me. I moaned more and more as he continued to fuck me, only to be drowned out by a deep growl coming from his chest, as well as the wet sloppy cum hole. I looked to my right to see a picture of a hole, opened, puffy oozing cum out of the red interior. “just like your hole” the doctor said noticing my gaze. The assault on my hole continued. I still wanted more and more. I could feel his nuts hitting my ass, I could feel the cum running down my ass to the table. I could feel his crotch hair rubbing my balls as he slammed his dick deep into me. I could feel his cock head as it penetrated my hole and escaped. My cock was hard resting on my abs, leaking a large pool of pre-cum in my belly button. The doctor scooped up some of my pre-cum onto his fingers and slid them into his mouth, savoring the sweet juice from my balls. “newly mutated seed. fresh poison - a new strain of AIDS……mmmmmmm” He continued to eat my pre-cum as he drove his cock in and out of my wrecked hole. His cock was hardening and thickening as he pumped my hole. I could only imagine his balls tightening up, drawling close to his body as hie prepared to shoot his toxic load into my guts. “snake is getting ready to strike - ready for my venom?” “Give it to me” “another AIDS load” He rammed his cock deep inside me, pushing his hips into me, as I felt his cock jump and pulse inside, shooting his AIDS deep within. As his cock slowed in pulsing he started to pump in and out of my hole, mixing his AIDS load with the HIV and AIDS loads already inside. The doctor slowly pulled his cock out of me, releasing me and allowing me to lower my legs. I watched his cum covered, dripping cock slowly deflate, returning to a hanging position on his body. I wanted to ump off the exam table, dropping to my knees in front of him. “hold your legs wide” I quickly grabbed my legs behind my knees, as the doctor went for a stool and tray of examination tools. He sat in front of my used, leaking hole, which was now wide open. No matter how hard I tried to squeeze it shut, it remained gapping. After the huge dildo and the doctor’s massive cock, I knew it would be a while before my hole would return to normal. I felt a coldness near my hole, something metallic. It circled my hole, as if collecting the leaking cum, until it slowly invaded. I felt it pressing against the puffy lips of my hole, slowly stretching them wider and wider. It was then, I knew the doctor had inserted a speculum into my hole. The stretching continued well past the point of comfort, past the point that the dildo and dick had stretched me open. “very nice” the doctor said. I watched as he stood up and walked over to a cabinet on the wall. Opening it revealed a phone. After removing the receiver and placing it to his ear, he only said: “it is time.” He hung up and returned to his stool and grabbed what looked like a pen off the tray, he bend over as to look into my used hole. The pen turned out to be a small flash light. The Priest entered the room and joined the doctor at my hole, silently standing behind the doctor. “cum has coated the walls which are irritated, mixed with the blood from my busting of your inner ring. Rate of infection should increase.” “Chanced of conversion?” the Priest asked. “98% or higher” the doctor replied. “2% chance of failure is still not acceptable, this one must jump the precursor.” “Escalation is still an option. We could add another method of exposure” My mind started to concoct how they would escalate higher than what I had bed exposed to. I had taken two homeless men’s cum loads, a mixture of cum from Priests - some dead, some living that was recycled, and the cum and possibly blood from a man who had put his cock in any hole he could find as well as taken any and all cock into his holes. I also took four loads of HIV positive cum and two loads of full blown AIDS cum tonight as well as the doctor’s AIDS load. What the fuck was next? “Plug him!” the Priest ordered, “I will determine if escalation is needed.” I heard the doctor open a drawer and then quickly shut it. The speculum was slowly closed and pulled from my hole. Without warning, a plug was shoved into my hole. I felt my hole give as the ball head pushed in, then it collapsed around the narrow base. I jumped and bite my lip. “Come with me” the Priest said. I obeyed without question, jumping off the exam table. I followed the Priest across the room and out the door, only to hear the doctor quietly say: “you will be back”

Predators and prey Michael was a good boy. He was a good pupil and always listened to his parents. He helped old people in crossing the street and was involved in his church. And Michael believed in God. Still there was a dark secret hidden in this otherwise always friendly guy. Michael fantasized of being sexually dominated by men. His parents didn’t know he was gay. To the extent either of them thought about it, both his mother and father assumed he was shy with girls, but that eventually he would grow out of it. Neither ever considered Michael might be a dick-taking faggot. Now, at the age of 18, having received his driving license, Mike felt an overwhelming urge to get fucked. The urge grew from day to day. In his mind he was ripped open by one, two, three, sometimes even four guys. He wanted to serve them with his body. He instinctively knew his role was to be on the receiving end. Living in a small village, where everyone knew each other it was impossible for Mike to stare at the other boys. He was always keeping his little secret to himself and never gave anyone the opportunity to think otherwise of him. He was the cute Christian neighbor boy, who was saving himself for the right girl. “Mom?” “What is it” his mother yelled from the kitchen. “Can I borrow the car, please?” he asked politely. His mother came into the hall. It was almost 10:00 o’clock in the evening. "Why do you need the car at this hour," she asked. "I forgot a school book at a buddy's house and I need it for an upcoming exam," Michael explained. His mother trusted Michael in all of his action and although she was worried about him, driving in the dark he convinced her, that he needed the book urgently and would be back soon. Michael’s father died two year ago from cancer. Since then he was ‘the man’ in the house. His mother smiled to him and asked him to drive slowly and to be home soon. Michael took the keys from the table and told his mother he would return soon and that he might chat with his friend a bit. Michael never mentioned a name and his mother didn't think to ask which of Michael's friends. In any event off Michael went in his mother's car. Of course his destination was not a buddy's house, but rather a cruising lot where gays met to fuck each other. He read about the place on the internet. His destination was a parking lot which adjoined a nearby forest. As he drove into the parking lot, Michael thought "Now is the time to get some action." In the forum he read about the cruising area. It was well visited and people wrote about their sex encounters which made Mike always horny. He read about the option of being fucked bareback. Mike knew about condoms, but sex was never a subject at home. He knew condoms prevent a girl of becoming pregnant, but he was not a girl. Believe it or not, but Michael was unaware of the dangers of STD’s or HIV. This was just not part of his world and although he needed cock, he was also full of doubts, if the path he walked would lead him straight to hell. He had to drive quite some miles and in the back of his mind was hoping his mom didn’t check the mileage after all. Finally he arrived at his destination. It was almost 11:00 pm. There were several other cars parked in a big parking lot. Although the parking lot was officially a rest area, none of the cars were occupied with passengers. Mike was hard. He was wearing a tight blue jeans and a blue shirt with an imprint of his school, St. Barnabas. His heart was beating so fast. He thought it would burst inside of his chest. His jeans almost did anyway, showing a nice bulge, although Mike had not the biggest gun for sure. He opened the car door and exited the vehicle. He couldn’t see anyone although the moon was shining bright. Slowly he started walking towards the forest. He felt his ass tingle in excitement. Tonight he wanted to take cocks into his arse. He wouldn’t mind if some guys would use him and although he had dreams about the only one, he knew this was impossible for him. His was expected to get married one day and have a bunch of children. But he also had this needs and for tonight he would let guys be in charge of him and his young body. Michael entered the forest and suddenly saw a first couple engaged in sexual activities. He was so horny. This was the first time, he saw two guys actually doing something. One male was on his knees and was sucking a daddy type. The bearded hunk was around 40 and observed Michael instantly. Michael was actually looking shyly at the big cock of this dark haired top but was too afraid to stand still and start jerking or so. So he continued his way deeper into the darkness while the guy who had just focused on Mike pushed the sucker away and told him to fuck off. He had set his mind on this young twink, who was obviously the first time at such a place. Maybe he was a virgin. He closed his jeans and followed Michael. Other guys had also noticed the fresh meat and like predators they surrounded Michael eye-fucking the youngster. Michael was so excited. He had the feeling he wasn’t almost able to breathe. He passed some guys on his way through the woods. Deep voices reached out to him, enticing him with open invitations, such as “Hey there young one, need some hard dick?” And “What’s up, puppy? Looking for a daddy?” and again, “Hey boy, let me fuck your tight hole.” The sweet invitations to partake of debauchery of which Michael had only passing knowledge. He was too shy to reply, but he smiled cutely at all of them and was always looking at their big bulges and that was quite inviting for all of them. Another hunk actually stopped Michael by holding him by his shoulder and asked "Are you looking for some dick? We are all here to give it good to you. All you've gotta do is to spread your legs, you little cunt." Mike looked at the front of this guy's jeans. The buttons were open already and a thick cock was sticking out of his pants. Without a word the stud increased the pressure on Michael's shoulder and pressed him down onto his knees with the simple command "Suck." “I don’t know…how," Michael replied in a quiet, reserved whisper. “Are you a fucking virgin?” Mr. Big asked loudly. Michael nodded, in abject shame. “A fucking virgin,” Mr. Big replied with a coarse chuckle, adding “You know, you're gonna taste and feel many cocks tonight, little one.” With this pronouncement Mr. Big grabbed Michael's hair, pulling him down closer too his cock. “Just open your mouth and suck my dick. And take care of your teeth. Don’t scratch me with your fucking teeth” With that Michael was got his first taste of cock. He tried to look up to this macho fucker, but sucking for the first time, took much of his concentration and so he tried to take as much of the fuck meat into his mouth. The big guy pushed his dick further into Mikes throat and he choked on his cock. This was fucking great Michael thought. He hoped he would get used hard tonight. He wasn’t able to see, but 6 other guys were already jerking off. They had all heard the news, that this fucktoy was a virgin obviously. “Do you want to take dick up your cunt?” the guy above him asked. “Yes – please” Mike answered and blushed. “I just used my last condom bitch – you got some?” he asked loudly. “No – my mom would kill me, if she found condoms in my room”. "Your Mom?" the guy snickered. “You take it bare?” he asked loudly, so everyone nearby could hear the questioning. “Yes if course, that’s not a problem. I would love to take it raw. I will accept everyone” Michael replied and continued sucking dick. “Good boy. Very good boy. Let’s go. There is a shack nearby with a mattress inside. This is just the place we need to fuck you hard and give you some charged loads. Let’s go!” the male commanded. He dragged Michael by his arm and forced him to follow him through the woods. Michael now saw some other guys who were grinning at him wickedly. He felt like the star of the night. He knew everybody was wanting him and he was willing to accept every dick in his body. There was a glade in front of them and there he could see the booth. He was scared, but also excited. He wanted to be used. He needed cock. Tonight was the night he finally would experience what it meant to be a fagboy…

SPEED BREEDING: Garrett was a self-proclaimed ‘ugly old troll’ but he had a fucking killer dick. His dick was long, thicker than a beer can - I know, I measured it several times and every time I stood in awe –his dick had numerous weird bumps and humps on it like some Medieval fairy tale, and spewed unmedicated POZ cum like an Arabian Stallion. I first met Garrett about 20 years ago at my very first “Sunday Funday” at one of the local gay bars. I don’t really do the whole gay scene, but the friends I was living with after just moving to town the day before took me with them as they were regulars and it was the place to see and be seen on a Sunday afternoon after all the queens had left church. We had not been on the patio of the bar for 5 minutes before my friend tapped me on the arm and held his drink forth like a royal scepter to point at a man sitting just in the shadows of the patio roof, “See him? That one? DON’T EVER talk to him. We NEVER speak with him.” He then proceeded to give the financial review and resume summary of all the ‘DC power queens’ in attendance - those he expected me to bow to, kiss their fucking hand, and pretend like I gave a fuck about their Martha Stewart Living chintz condo. I was at the bar, trying to get drink refills for my two friends and I to no avail. I had moved further and further down the bar trying to get the bartender’s attention and was literally leaning up on the bar on my forearms practically yelling at the jerk and was about to give up when someone squeezed my right arm, “Let me,” he said. It was Garrett. I shrugged, he said one word, “THOMAS!” and the bartender could not turn and pay attention to him fast enough. I was in awe. As Thomas was busy preparing my order I gave Garrett my thanks, “It’s nothing,” he said, “Thomas shows up at my door about four nights a week after the bar closes begging for my dick and load up his ass so the boy knows what’s at stake.” I blanched a bit at his bluntness, turned to see who else might have heard, then Garrett set his hand on my arm again, “I know what your friends over there say and think about me. I know what they all say and think about me. Ask me if I give a flying fuck! Half these fucking queens are ankles up on my bed at least once during the week as I fuck the shit out of them so here’s to you!” Wow - and I instinctively glanced down at his crotch and saw a fucking GIANT bulge straining his summer whites. Garrett’s hand was back on my arm, “You trying to get fucked?” I didn’t know what to say to that either. He spoke up again, “THOMAS! Double shots - Tequila - NOW!” The bartender bobbed his head, stopped the drink he was mixing, and poured four shots of Tequila in front of us. I’m more of a beer guy, but figured what the hell. I matched Garrett shot for shot and was soon stumbling through the crowd as I followed him to a door at the back marked NO ENTRY. He turned the lock, we stepped in, “YOU’RE NEW IN TOWN RIGHT?” GARRETT ASKED, “ I KNOW I WOULD HAVE REMEMBERED THAT ASS. PULL THOSE FUCKING SHORTS DOWN.” I obeyed without question, but once the pain of his raw cock ripping my hole open took the edge off the liquor I begged him to pull out and put a condom on. He just laughed, stuck a bottle under my nose and said, “Sniff this powder,” then kept fucking me. Before I knew it Garrett was rubbing my head like I was a pound puppy, “That’s some good ass boy. Just loaded you up. Here’s my number. Any time you need some good dick you just call.” The door opened and closed and I was alone. I tried to pull myself together, but felt pretty fucked up so when I left the stock room we had been in. I stumbled down the stairs, out to the curb, and caught a cab back to my friends’ place. I was together enough to call the bar from a pay phone, to have them paged, and to let them know I had come home and crashed and was not feeling well. I deflected their questions the next day and really did not think much about what had happened until I found the crumpled up paper in my pocket with the number. I called it. Garrett picked up on the second ring. There was no preamble, “Yeah I remember you. You need some more dick huh? Stop at the liquor store on your way. I need a bottle of Vodka.” Just over an hour and two shots of vodka later I was bent over in Garrett's hallway as he bred me with his massive, deformed, raw dick. With my pants still down around my ankles and his cum dripping from my hole, he led me to his bedroom pushed me onto the bed, undressed me, shoved some coke in front of my nose for me to snort, then handed me a bottle of poppers as he eased back up my cummy ass and started exploring. The coke made me high as fuck and one load was not enough. Two was not enough. Unlike my friends - and their friends - who I knew were prudes and would have had some snide comment, Garrett just smiled, patted me on the arm and said, “No worries. I know just who to call.” Less than 20 minutes later there was a horse dick sized BBC plowing my ass raw as Garrett sat quietly in the living room watching his TV. Once done, with BBC cum odor still filling the air, Garrett smiled, “Feel better? I’m sure you do. I always do after he fucks me. Yes, yes, I know I have a big dick, but as you know, sometimes there’s just nothing that feels better than a big black man fucking the hell out of you. OK. What are you doing Friday night?” I was fucked silly right then and could barely form two words, but Garrett went on, “Look. I throw a party one Friday a month at a parking garage over on P Street. It’s a sex party. Everyone thinks it’s Dean’s, which it is, but he’s the front man really. I own the garage, but that is neither here nor there.” (Not until a couple years later at the reading of his will would I come to realize yes he owned that property, which was bought by Whole Foods, as well as a majority of the club where I first met him, and a bunch of other shit in town that no one ever knew about). “The party attracts several hundred people over the course of the night, but a select bunch are invited into the VIP area. You can make some good cash if you help me. All I need is for you to offer that thick white ass to whoever wants to fuck and breed it - no questions asked. I will give you all the coke you need, it will be totally anonymous - your queenie friends and the fucking royal court will never know you are there let alone part of my Speed Breeding set up. You like? Speed Breeding? One of my guys manages it, but it’s my idea. There are two, maybe three bottoms - total cum dumps - who will have their ass up in a curtained off area. For $20, any top gets 5 minutes to fuck and cum if he can. The more cum you take, the more tips you get, the more money you make. You got a fucking hungry ass and you can still call me anytime you need some raw dick, but I’d really love to set you up for the Speed Breeding. I think you would be fucking perfect - what do you say?” HELL - I WAS DRUGGED UP, MY HOLE WAS FUCKED OUT, AND MY GUTS FILLED WITH CUM - WHAT DID HE THINK I WOULD SAY? Stay tuned for part 2. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

1992 I was in my early 20's and new to the city. I worked at a fairly okay job and lived in a nice apartment. My life wasn't all that exciting. I had a few friends, but because I was so bad at socializing, these were friends I'd accidentally accumulated only because they were drawn to me for whatever reason: The girl neighbor who was a stripper/prostitute, the crazy guy who worked at the bookstore and assorted hangers-on from here and there who were all defective in some way. No complaints on my end. I was a skinny gay man who was so far deep in the closet and so scared of AIDS that I'd probably never have sex. Ever. Whatever. The friend whose company I enjoyed the most was a 40-something guy named "Gene". I met him the very first time I ever went to the gay bar called "Bella" near my work. The place was never crowded -- especially in the 5-7 pm period when I usually stopped there to get a decent buzz. Almost immediately I found myself stuck next to a bar stool next to Gene. I got the feeling he'd been there since it opened and was always drinking mixed drinks while I just wanted mugs of beer. How to describe him? Well, he was not bad-looking and about my height. He had some gray in his hair and a gut that was a little bit bigger each time I saw him. I wasn't attracted to him at all and he knew that. When there's no sexual tension between two people, the conversation flows freely. He had lots of experience and a huge cache of interesting stories. I was never bored and we actually got to be very close friends. We'd go out to dinner regularly and that's when I started to realize why some men were attracted to him. He was warm and easygoing. Comfortable. Going to Bella after work and chatting with Gene became an everyday habit for me. After a while, he started admitting things and telling me more of his scandalous stories. In the course of one week I earned that he was a fan of amphetamines, HIV-positive and liked to fuck young bottoms with no condom and not telling them his status. He even admitted to poking holes in the condoms he'd wear so he could give them "his gift". I was a little sickened now. He knew from our many talks that I was a virgin and terrified of disease. I was just like one of the guys he had regularly bugged. As much as I tried not to react, Gene could tell I was shocked and also a little scared, but he kept talking and I kept listening. As time passed, the weather got warmer. I liked this time of year because men wore fewer clothes as the temperature climbed. I had an unspoken appreciation for guys in shorts and sandals thanks to my fetish for long, hairy legs and big feet. Gene could tell I was enjoying the scenery, and he used the opportunity to tell me which guys he'd victimized already. ""Yeah -- that one has my DNA in him", "He was so easy to fool...and he's a doctor", and so on. I tried to keep track of which ones were polluted now, but it was just too many faces, names and bodies to remember. I put it all out of my mind and wondered if I should find another bar to go get buzzed in since this place was obviously his hunting ground. He either noticed my disillusionment or ran out out of stories because he stopped talking and we just chatted like old times. I almost forgot about his dangerous side after a few weeks. Instead of bragging about his stealthing conquests, he started asking about me and my life. He became Therapist Gene and tried to get me to open up about why I didn't seem to have much of a personal life beyond Bella and him. Answers were slow coming but I eventually tell him about my lifelong shyness and fear of everything and anything. He turned out to be an excellent listener. The only advice he ever offered was "You need to get laid". He thought would fix everything...and I wondered if maybe he was right. The next time I walked into the bar I saw Gene sitting next to some younger guy and I assumed it was his latest target. I sauntered over to pinball machines and dug in my front pocket for quarters. Just as I realized I hadn't ordered a beer yet I turned around to see my friend right behind me with a sentence already forming on his lips. "Not even going to say 'hi'??" me asked. "It looked like you were busy" I answered. "Him? That's just Bradley -- a friend of mine. He's a top like me so we've never hooked up like that. And don't worry...he's super clean and a 'condom nazi'. It took about an hour of looking through my collection of phone numbers, but I finally found you the perfect date." I glanced in his direction and 'perfect' was a pretty accurate description. He was tall, had dark features and wearing a really nice suit. In other words, he was out of my league. Gene noticed my paralyzing shyness start to consume me again and just grabbed me and led me over to the bar where introductions were made. I felt awkward and could barely put words together, but a conversation began as Gene bought me shots and interjected his happy banter during pauses. Time passed and drinks were consumed and Bradley and I found quite a bit to talk about. He wasn't much older than me, had a job similar to mine and only wore nice suits because his brother was a tailor and had all kinds of connections. He was also a rabid "Walking Dead" fan and we discussed that show for a long time. Too long, probably - because my buddy had disappeared somewhere. "Where'd Gene go?". I asked him. "Oh who knows? He's probably passed out or on the hunt somewhere". I tapped my empty shot glass and said "Speaking of 'passing out', I think I've gone beyond my limit here. What time is it?" I felt a little dizzy. "11:30. I need to go home soon too. Let me walk you to your car". I followed him out the door and onto the sidewalk, but he headed in the opposite direction of where I was parked. Okay. I guess I was walking him to his car instead. As we got around the corner, he stopped and pushed me back against the big glass window of some lamp store I'd never been into. He was crushing me into it and mashing his lips onto mine. I mashed mine back as I barely remember ever feeling shy. His tongue was exploring my mouth and throat as he made some grunting sounds. I felt his insistent boner through his pants, prodding into my stomach. Within a few blurry minutes Bradley had driven me back to his tidy apartment where I was undressing (or was undressed) in under twenty seconds. We both standing naked in a tight embrace right there in his living room. I could not get enough of kissing him, but he pulled away and said "Check it out". Following his gaze, I looked down and saw his perfect erection pointing upward. Holy shit. He pulled a condom from nowhere and held it to my face. "Inspect it all you want and then put it on me". It was already unwrapped and I did try to look at it carefully, but my vision was a little blurred. The task of getting it over his engorged penis head proved too difficult for my uselessly shaky fingers though. He took over and rolled it down his magnificent dick as he led me back to his dark bedroom where I instantly found myself, face down, on his deliciously comfortable bed. He was moving around and fiddling around with what I assumed was lube after an oily blob landed between my ass cheeks. I couldn't see anything, but the feelings were more than enough. He was massaging the lube over and into my butthole. I relaxed even further into the bed's softness. "OK". He spread my legs a little and settled on top of me. That perfect, latex-sheathed dick moved in and struck my virgin prize. Yes, it hurt. It hurt very much, but the pain was as blurred as my thoughts and didn't last too long. And then this Bradley was moving his hips and cock inside of me. My first thought was how nice it felt and my second thought was that my virginity was gone forever now. Everything was slow and perfect until he got a little rougher with his thrusting. Rougher and faster."Tighten that ass, kid. I'm about to cum". I clenched as much as I could with a rectum full of big dick. I guess I did it right because he responded with tiny rapid pushes and a loud moan. He was breathing heavily and sweating all over my back. "Shit, shit, shit!" he suddenly exclaimed. Huh? "What?" "The condom broke". I was quiet and feeling warm. Also stupid. This Bradley guy used one of the tricks Gene told me he himself had used on a few of his victims. An unwrapped condom that 'mysteriously' broke at the moment of no return. I should have been outraged, but my whole body was tingling with pleasure. So what? Everybody had to die of something. At least he drove me back to the Bella parking lot so I could get my car and go home. Of course there was a light blinking on my answering machine and of course it was a message from Gene. "Well, it took forever, but I finally got my DNA inside of you. Brad was one of my early conversions and now the three of us are family. If you're feeling okay tomorrow, lets go have brunch or something".

Ok...so...I cant believe im telling this experience but...fuck it...no regrets, right? lol...anyway...I wont fuck around with the details...I guess I just want some opinions on this....but yeah...umm...when I was 15 I sorta seduced this 20something develop-mental guy that used to live with his grandparents at one of the apartment complexes we used to live at. long story short...I befriended him...ended up taking him to our apartment when my mom was at work...showed him some porn...and yeah :/ ...not sure how to really feel about that...all I can say is that his cock was nice and thick...and he seemed to really like it a lot...now...he wasn't like extremely "mentally challenged" he was just pretty slow...I guess you could say he had the mentality of around a 5yo...that's what his grandma said anyway...so yeah...I guess :/....go ahead...stone me......im pretty much going to hell aren't I

Half of this story is true. Half of it isn't. Everything's so different now when it comes to chat rooms. It used to be simple. There used to be just this one big chat site where you could go directly to your city or region and start a conversation with guys nearby. I'm in a medium-sized city and always found guys to talk to. It was 1998, and I was just a stupid kid messing around online. I was "out", but not really happy with the clubs I'd been to or the personal ads I'd tried. Somewhere around that time I discovered I was a "bug chaser". It was a surprise to me even though a therapist once told me that the thing you fear most is the thing you will eventually go after. So be it. I don't pretend to understand the human mind -- least of all, my own. So I'm chatting in my city's room and I started a conversation with this guy who called himself "a tall, tasty top". Just my kind. But he also had HIV that was advancing ever so close to full-blown AIDS. We chatted for a bit and exchanged some personal information. He worked at a big museum and did misc. artwork for the place. He was a musician and seemed altogether interesting. But then he moved things along to sex talk. I'd already told him I was HIV NEG, but he seemed to want to know how far I'd go with him. I admitted that I wanted to suck him off. "You'd suck a poz dick?", he asked. "Just yours," was my reply. "My doc is really concerned about my viral load. I'm getting my tonsils taken out in a few days because he thinks that will help,". Oh. OK. "Well, maybe we could meet for lunch later on?" "My operation is Thursday morning. Want to meet for a late lunch on Friday?" "Absolutely". I thought that seemed kind of soon after a surgery, but I suggested a little bar and grill that was near both our workplaces. He agreed and it was all set. After I signed-out, I realized that even though we'd set a date, place and time --- we had no idea what the other looked like or would be wearing. All I had to go on was 'tall, tasty top'. That'd have to do, I guess. Friday came around and I told my boss I was taking the afternoon off. At 1 o'clock, I slipped out and was at the place plenty early to see if I could spot him coming in. It didn't take long before I spotted him coming through the parking lot. He was super tall, very skinny and looking like Hollywood (in my opinion). Dark black hair and full beard and mustache, glasses, and dark eyes directed toward me. He knew me too. Amazing. he was dressed way more casual than I was, but he was an artist after all. Lunch. Well, I could have picked a better place for a date with somebody who'd just had throat surgery. They didn't even serve soup here, just hot chili which I doubt he could tolerate. I ordered a burger and he ordered a turkey sandwich. While waiting, we finally got around to basics like our names and ages and where we lived. He was so fascinating to look at, and his voice was low and friendly. His name was Kent. I took two or three bites from my burger and I couldn't eat any more. My stomach was doing flips like I was teen girl in love. He finished his food and half of mine before suggesting we go to a gay bar around the corner. "Just for a bit" We got there and I immediately ordered a large pitcher of beer. He was a little concerned that my stomach was too empty for so much booze, but I lied and said I'd had a big breakfast. We were sitting at the bar on two stools. He was wearing old jeans with holes everywhere - including the ones that let me see his white, white bony kneecaps. I wanted to touch one of them, but needed some beer first. I hated myself for being shy. We drank and talked, and at some point he took my hand in his. Life was perfect. I guess I should've eaten more and I guess I shouldn't have downed the beers so quickly because we were deep-kissing right there in front of everyone. I'd touched both knees and possibly even kissed one. I might have even have rubbed his crotch. It's all blurry ---even the part where he drug me out of the bar and drove me to his house. I was fairly awake and lucid when we went in his front door. He escorted me to a very long couch where I just knew I'd fall asleep. It was so plush and luxurious that I was prepared to close my eyes and let dreams come on. I'd forgotten all about Kent. He'd disappeared somewhere. And then he walked in and cleared his throat. "Wake up!" I sat up as my head spun a bit. "I want to play a concerto for you". he announced. He was completely nude and I noticed the scars on his neck, his fat dick and his long, long feet. He walked casually over to a fancy piano and started pounding out the most beautiful music I'd ever heard. Should I remain on the couch? Should I go stand closer? I opted to get closer and watch him. It was all so wonderful and my head was filled with colors and images from each perfect note. And then it was over. He sat up from the bench, took my hand and led me upstairs to his bedroom. Either I undressed myself or he did it for me, but I was naked under his covers. He crawled in beside me. "Still want to suck a poz cock?" "Oh yeah. I do." He was stretched out on his back and I immediately put his thick knob in my mouth. Did I realize what I was doing? No. I just did it. I moved as far down the shaft as I could. He started bucking his hips and I knew he wanted me to complete the task. I pulled off, took a deep breath and continued. I kept sucking and my jaw got tired when he suddenly thrust his groin up and shot a huge load against the roof of my mouth. I didn't spill a drop and swallowed it all. Bug cum. I took his sudden snoring as a sign I could sleep too. And, oh I did. I dreamed of birds and piano music. I woke up to two things: a desire for water and a prodding between my ass cheeks. Kent had woken earlier and had worked himself into full-blown hardness. He was pushing it into my hole. There was no way I could pretend to be asleep for this, but I needed to try. He got the fat head in and I yelled out. Very awake now. "Sshhhh". "It hurts too much. Maybe we shouldn't do this now". "Get on all fours. Pretend you're The Sphinx". I did as told...thinking of that odd monument in Egypt. And then he was covering me with his lean, furry body. He worked his way back inside with some lube this time. It nearly killed me, but it as it kept going I felt a little better. And as he slid in and back, I felt pleasure in my crotch area, I told him how much I was enjoying this and that made him thrust harder. And then he came. His poz cum was inside of me and I hadn't even mentally prepared for that. Too much to think about. I'd have so much to deal with when I woke up, but right now I just wanted to sleep. And dream.

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This could be a sort of a compliment. I had just moved to Columbus Oh. and was at a job interview for Lazarus Dept. store. The interview went well, but the interviewer and I kept saying we each looked familiar, but couldn't figure out where. But as I got up to leave, he suddenly said he remembered where he knew me. He had picked me up at a bar in Lexington Ky. and we went to his hotel room and fucked. He said, "I may not remember names or faces, but I would never forget your hot ass". I got the job.

I was on breeding zone and saw this guy clicked on my profile, he also lives in the same city as I do! Awesome a local, so I messaged him and he replied we exchanged phones numbers and started talking about our likes what our kinks were. Now of course we are both bug chasers currently still neg but I'm hoping for this coming weekend that all changes for me. I'm a bottom who loves cum in my holes and refuse no loads and he is a cum loving top that likes a really slutty cumdump! What a perfect match. We finally schedule to meet after talking for a week, he gets to my house and he as sexy as ever! I introduce him to my sister and we go upstairs to have fun. We talk at first get comfortable with each other and then he says to pull off those shorts and he unbuttons his. I start to rub his dick through his boxers then pull it out. I've been making him horny all day through texting making him really want it. Now he is finally going to get it. We kiss then I move down to start sucking his 7 inch cock I taste his precum and it's so delicious, I start sucking it more and then he moves to the poz talk tell me to suck that poz load out that once I convert this weekend we'll make a aids babies and waste away together all of this is getting me hornier I'm stroking my cock as I'm sucking his, he tells me to cum on his cock so he can use my useless neg load as lube, he asks how I want to convert him by him fucking me or me fucking him I say for you to fuck me. He'll catch my aids by fucking my toxic pussy and then converting with the same strain I'll be his poz daddy by bottoming for him! I'm stroking my cock so fast I'm about to cum he cups my load in his hand after I cum he strokes his cock with it I suck him again with my neg load now on his cock and he deepthroat fucks me and then has a powerful orgasm in my mouth and I swallow both of our loads. He then tells me to write this story and share it with all of you so everyone knows what a cum hungry bug chaser bottom boy I am and soon a poz one!

Your Nuts, an open sore is an invitation to infection from STD's. While I'll Suck Off most any Mans Dick, I wont if I have an open wound in my mouth!

Vacancy!

DP is my favorite!

The doorbell rings… “I’ll get that, it’ll be Adam back for another go at your sweet Neg, but soon to be Poz hole” as he slips his still rock-hard dick that has been plugging my hole from ejecting his precious load and swaggers to the door led by his steel like cum covered cock and opens the door butt naked. I feel pressure in my tummy followed by a gush of cum that floods out in to the chair cover, “umm not sure how I am going to explain the cum stained material to my bf Jon” I casually think to myself! It is Adam, who greets his partner with a sloppy kiss then asks, “Kept that hole primed for us to abuse further?” “Of course, is the Pope Catholic?” as Adam rips his cloth off leaving a trail right up to me still curled up in post fuck bliss. Scott instructs, "Suck his dick slut, you're gonna have to earn his nutt, our strain, our poison" he said as he grabbed the back of my head and pushed me onto this beautiful thick sweaty cock. I went to put my hands up and grab the dick but he pushed my hands way, "I gotcha, don't worry, just work on his dick." While I blew Adam to full hardness, Scott was biting my nipples using his free hands to reach underneath my ass to roughly flick at my raw puffy hole. He'd lick his finger, shove in my hole and pull it out for a taste of his cum and my ass juices. "babe you're gonna have to taste this hole" he says to Adam After fooling around like this for a while, they grabbed me, picked up from the chair, “Where’s the bedroom?” I was so horny at this point, I just wanted to be knocked up, fucked hard and deep, didn’t think about Jon and gave the directions to our big bed, was thrown face down as Scott immediately scooted between my legs, opened them wide and dove in with his tongue on my pucker. I feel him add two fingers that are now scissoring apart with his tongue in between. “Ummmmmm sooooooooo good” I whimper pulling off Adam’s cock just enough to get the words out. “Hey Negboy, we’re going to try something…make sure the deed is done before we leave.” “What? You should know by now I’ll do anything for you guys” I grunt as Scott continues to lay kisses around the outside of my puffy well-used hole with his fingers still pumping inside of me. “Gonna stretch your hole beyond belief” a he scratches and digs further in my abused cunt. “Oh yessss” I hiss not really knowing what I’m letting myself in for, “Yes I want this!” “Good boy, good answer, you were going to get it whatever the answer was tho’” I could feel precum oozing out of my dick. I couldn't help but smile at these two sexy pigs. All three of us laid down on the bed with me in the middle and took turns being on top of one another, kissing grinding our dicks against each other…Pig Heaven. I started to really deep throat on Adam’s gorgeous thick 6.5 cock spit and saliva drooling from my mouth and as I had hoped Scott moved to the other side of the bed and went back to licking and tongue fucking my ass. He was almost painful the way he grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them apart. He was the more verbal of the two and would say nasty shit like, "yeah, suck his sick dick while I eat your boi pussy, suck it slut, get him good and hard!" This turned me on even more and I was bucking my hips into his face as he chewed my ass lips scratching his scruffy facial hair across the delicate skin whilst Adam made my eyes water with his big dick forcing my throat wide as he skull fucked my mouth…and then all of sudden, the tongue fucking stopped and I heard him say, "He’s ready, just wet enough and still cum lubed, hey slut?" Adam rifled through the nightstand and found a bottle of poppers. “Here, you’ll need this” I heard the lid crack open and then being pressed under my nose, I took four huge hits of poppers as I got ready for more raw dick hoping for a positive outcome. Scott put his hand on the back of my neck and told me to get back to sucking dick and as soon as my mouth was around the head of his bf's cock, I could feel Scott pushing up against my slick hole. He took no time splitting me open rearranging my guts as I sucked his bf. The two of them seemed to really be enjoying this and as he picked up his rhythm, “This time we’ll wreck your hole, rip it up and flood the damage in our High Viral Load Poz cum” slap, slap , slap as his balls smack my ass. Adam was rubbing his hands all over my back and at times I sensed that he was leaning forward to kiss Scott. In no time at all he was pounding the shit out of me. So much so it wasn't possible for me to keep sucking. I had to use my arms to brace myself against this pig as his snake pistoned in and out of my ass. I heard one of them say something nasty and the Scott pulled out of my sloppy hole. It wasn't but a few seconds before I felt Adam pushing in. "oh yeah, fuck that boi pussy, rip him up with your big fat dick." I winced a bit in pain and scrambled around looking for my poppers. After finding them and taking a huge hit, he grabbed my hips and pulled me up on my knees and mounted me doggy style fucking me deep and hard while kissing his boyfriend, “Huff on those poppers boi, time for men to work your hole” and slides four fingers in alongside Adam’s cock. “Ah yeah, stretching your hole, let’s rip this up good and proper!” Scott flops down back first on the bed next to me as Adam nudges me on top of Scott, “Sit on his dick” I slid down it easily with so much cum lubing my cunt I took a bit of pride in going right down to his balls. As I moved my hips around getting him in me as deep as possible, he grabbed me by the back of the neck and roughly pulled me down to kiss and nibble my ear, "you ready for double the fun?" I think I gulped audibly at that point, realising what was to come. but Adam squeezed a nostril shut and held the poppers under my nose, as the rush hit me I arched my back, relaxed and pushed out as much as possible as I felt Adam’s thick but shorter cock pushing against my hole and stop. I thought to myself, there is no fucking way these two big dicks are gonna fit, but he pushed harder and harder until the head loudly popped inside. In shock my head shot up and literally screamed in both pain ecstasy as I was dp'd full of raw POZ dick. My ass spasmed and felt the skin rip and something trickled down my leg. Cum or blood I guess Scott lay there motionless holding onto my ass cheeks and Adam fucked me in a frenzy. Each time he went in deep I felt more of my guts rip, it felt like a traffic cone was being shoved up my ass…and yet I am loving it, pain and pleasure. "You little slut, you're the fucking whore, aren't you? Chasing, wanting Poz loads, as many as you can get" Scott whispered in my ear as he too began to thrust in unison with Adam. We fucked like this for a long while, at one point Adam leaned way forward and we all kissed. "you want some piss in that hole too?" Adam asked? I don't even think I had to answer because I could feel the sensation of something else filling up my well-fucked hole and it wasn’t long after that it was dribbling out all over the bed and Scott with each thrust. I never really knew who pissed in me but I was now and completely being tossed about by the urgent fucking, a total raw dick loving pig born and being bred. Scott started slapping my ass, “Yep we got a bleeder here, one well ripped hole” feeding me the information I needed to know. “Yeah massaging our Poz pre-cum in to your blood stream” My hole was now so wide open. Hot and sweaty we all disentangled and they pushed me into the piss wet bed, on my back, pulling my ankles above my head before Scott roughly slams his cock onto me. Adam swiveled round and rammed his cock into my throat in a frenzied sp(l)it roast! This went on for a long time and they switched positions, all the while, if I tried to move my hands or legs, they'd aggressively slap me, and I was back holding onto my ankles as they took turns fucking me raw with big hands holding onto my thighs and pushing my legs as far as they could stretch and his pumping was getting faster and faster until… Adam shoved as deep as he could and shouted "I'm gonna cum! Fucking killing you with my cum. Yeah pumping my diseased swimmers in you, knocking you up good!” His body tightened up and he kept slamming into my ass and continued with more thrusts, “Gotta get it to where it will do its duty boi.” he grunted and swore and pumped his deadly load into my guts. As he pulled out Scott jumped right in describing the sight of my ass dripping bloodied cum and slid his long cock in deep. In much the same way, he pinned me down and fucked me hard driven by desire and the job at hand he was pounding me hard. I was almost to the point of begging for him to stop when he tensed up as well and in a few more thrusts he jammed his dick in as deep as he could and unloaded another wad Poz sperm into my guts. "Here it comes!" he shouted. (sorry neighbors) "Your POZ baby!" I felt his cock throb and throb as he spurted in me as Adam stroked my hair and kissed my face, telling me what a good boy I was, and how I was being knocked up. As Scott continued with tender thrusts a sense of euphoria hit me knowing I was joining the club... let go of my legs, kissed me and said "baby, that was one good pussy." I was spent. They were spent. We all laid down on the bed for a short while, I looked at the clock on the nightstand and realized that I had just taken dick for almost 2 hours straight and I wondered, "surely now I must be nailed with their stain?" Almost as reading my mind they chime in with “That should have done the trick. We both have a very HVL the Doc wants us on meds right now but not until we know you are seroconverting bro.” “Bro” I think, “Yeah! Welcome to the brotherhood” as Adam shoves a pig-tail butt plug in my abused hole. “Gotta let our dirty cum soak in, you don’t wanna lose any do you?” I shake my head from side to side, NO. We shower together, we all went downstairs, they got dressed and as they kiss me goodbye "Call us when you’re sick, we’ll then know you're in the club and come back to celebrate.”

I tried to seduce my father

Went tp flex fpr the first time last week was very nervous went to the dark room i was already lubed up and felt a cock push against my hole still have been pretty nervouse of taking it raw from strangers so i handed him a condom he put it on and started fucking me hard pulling all the way put and slaming back in i must have drew a crowd because there was a couple guys i could bearly see watching. He did one mpre deep thrust i felt his cock pulsing then he pulled out threw the condom on my vack and before i could move and check another guy grabed the condom off my back and thrust in covering my mouth and holding me in place until he came and this repeated 2 more times when they were done i went to the bathroom and sure enough i pushed out what must have been 4 to 5 loads and when i checked the condom it was compleatly destroyed and i was turned on to the max cant wait to go again! Also going to get tested later this week.

Just took a load from my X in his garage playroom. Was in the sling he bought me for my birthday years ago! We haven't fucked in over 3 years, and was a nice early birthday present for me.

So here's a different take on making him piss himself (but not through fucking). I'll have a sub come over for a piss session, and we'll both load up on beer. But when his bladder is super full he gets a nasty shock (or pleasant surprise). I tell him we are going for a walk around the block in the dark, and he can choose to hold his piss, or he can choose to piss himself in his jeans as we walk around in public. He may try and hold it for a while, but we are not going home before he pisses himself and we see a growing wet patch spread from his crotch, down the leg of his jeans and leave a wet trail behind him. We then stop so I can fill up his bladder again with my piss which he drinks straight from the tap. Once he has cracked the bladder, further streams of piss start flowing so everyone we pass is likely to notice that this sub is soaking wet in his jeans. They might also notice my hard throbbing cock in my jeans as this play really turns me on and gets me ready for a huge piss fuck when we do eventually get back home.

I used to play with this guy. He was only into 1 on 1 anon scenes. He'd set the time, I'd go to his place, walk in the unlocked front door. He'd have me strip down to a jockstrap in the hallway, then go into the dark bedroom. I'd take a hit of poppers and bend over the edge of the bed and wait for him. He'd come in and start massaging my jockstrapped ass. then he'd kneel and eat my hole, alternating eating it and teasing it with his 9 inch dick. Eventually, he'd take my ass and pound me hard. He would fuck me bent over the bed, then move me up on the bed, doggy, then on the bed on my back, alternating between my ass and mouth as he saw fit. He'd eventually cum with a grunt after some really hard strokes and pull out. He'd roll over on his back and tell me to lick his cock clean, which I would. Sometimes he'd soften up, but usually, he stayed hard and he'd get even harder as he forcibly gagged me. He'd get up and leave the dark room and tell me to wait till he was in the shower to leave, which I always did. I've never left his place without my ass being stretched and pounded and flooded with cum. To this day, I don't know what he looks like, but I know that when he calls, I will answer.

Holy SHIT! SOOOO fucking HOT! Love to be one of HUNG DADDY's boys and/or Wills' slut! Even better...BOTH!

Why not? Your missing out on a great pleasure of life. I am a top, but suck cock and also felch.

A few months ago I moved in with a FB and a very old friend of his. I needed a new place and they had the spare space. At first I had a couple of apprehensions, knowing that it might be awkward, but things have a way of going well for me when my first impressions are good ones. This particular FB and I had played several times prior to his offering me a room in the condo he and his friend shared with no sexual pressure unless on occasion I might want his sexual company. This seemed an ideal offer in a nice area with good people. I moved in a few weeks later. He's a master bottom, my FB. He's a bottom that any top who knows how to throw a good,...an excellent fuck would like to have not only in the same household but in the same region of the continent. I'm not the greatest top with the biggest cock on the planet but I'm also not one of those piston-action adolescents who think they know what to do with a seasoned hole. I enjoy topping and like the fact that I've never had any complaints by anyone I've sunk my fatty into. I also know the difference between apprentice and master, and a master my new roommate definitely is. The first time we played after I had moved in was his day off and we had the place to ourselves. I happened to be off as well and he also had some enhancements to kick-start our morning from neutral to overdrive in the blink of an eye. Within seconds of blasting off from our hits my cock was harder, thicker and more vascular than it had been in a long time, but my new roommate's ass is one that asks to be eaten slowly, so that every tiny crevice, every dark hair, and every round muscle responds to the probings of my lips, teeth, and tongue. Sinking my cock into his guts would have to wait for the time being. When it was finally time to do so I put my tongue about half as deep as I knew it could go and I got the first vocal response from him, a high pitched squelch that faded into the yoga mat he had his forehead pressed against, his ass up where I could feast comfortably. When my FB does a good hit of tina the effect isn't a manic one but one that puts him into a totally submissive, Zen-like place where the only thing he wants is cock, man fluid of any kind, a fist,... anything or anyone up his hole. After several minutes of enjoying the taste and texture of his ass that day I noticed that my cock got even harder, if that could be possible, so hard in fact that even the hairlike spider veins were swelling. It was time for a little probing around in that master ass and I was curious to see if he would remember any difference in my cock from the last time we fucked. A few more delicious minutes of rimming and my cock and his velvety guts were ready to meet again. There was no need for lube. I had made sure to leave his hole slick with slobber (done easy enough since I was like Pavlov's Dog slobbering over those biscuits) and I knew that his hole puts up no resistance at any time, so I straightened up on my knees and lined the head of my cut cock up to his wet pucker and slowly pushed in,...no hands. Immediately his vice-grip hole took hold of my prick and seemingly pulled me in farther of its own will. Suddenly the head of my dick was being massaged by what seemed to be a triple ringed second door. Could it have been a third...fourth? He loosened his grip long enough for me to slip my nuts in there too. I had shaved them two days earlier and I had a feeling the stubble would cause another sensation within him. That's when I heard the second sound come from him, head still against the yoga mat. That's when that vice-like ring clamped down on all my now burning hot junk and became a cock ring of the best kind. That magnificent muscle pulled me in past that three-ringed circus and within minutes of getting there and by my just holding perfectly still, and him holding perfectly still, with just the gentle tugging of those insides of his that felt like moist velvet, like a warm comfort you don't ever want to leave, by just that subtle motion my brain went somewhere in there with my cock and I came like I had never cum before. When I shot it was a crescendo that seemed to last thirty minutes, though realistically it couldn't have been more than ...ten. I heard his third sound then, a faint groan, like a desperate hunger was at last sated. It was for the time being. Hunger for man fluid, perhaps, but the hunger for something to fill his hole was still there, I could tell. After about ten more minutes I was finally able to liberate my cock and balls from a place that I knew I would revisit and revisit. He was still in the same position, never budging, I thought it was time to investigate with the dexterity and sensation of my fingers just what that three-ringed circus of crescendos and cum was all about. I started slowly with my middle finger, then index, then ring, pinky, thumb, when he suddenly began to push back onto my hand. Quickly past the "point of no return" I was wrist-deep and happy within seconds. Before I knew what was happening I found that magic place that had so expertly, so masterfully pulled every bit of cum out of my nuts and it was at that time that I realized that half of my forearm had slipped into that safe, warm place as well. After opening my hand, pulling out, pushing back in, opening, closing, I had decided it was break time. I gently pulled my arm back, though that vice-grip was having trouble letting go of my wrist. Finally, and with a high-pitched sigh of regret in sounds we were both making now, my hand slipped out, dripping with my own bleachy-scented spunk. I wiped my hand down his spine from between his shoulders to the small of his beautiful back where the sweat had pooled. I bent over that place in a posture that was similar to the one I took while I rimmed him but instead I tasted my own sweet, bleachy cum mixed with the salty, t laced sweat that came out of him and was I refreshed. We have since had other adventures and plan many more; my cock, his hole, my roommate, and I. And roommate is a term that is out of date now in this place where many pleasures find many outlets, and cock feeds ass, and good feeds good. I'm home alright! On our backs and flying!

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Took 8 loads from random guys at a Cruise club yesterday... got told by first guy to get into sling, he fucked and then pop my fist cherry... then after he was finished the 7 other guys lined up and used my cunt to cum loads..

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

Chapter Eight. Now in the hall, I quickened my pace to catch up with the Priest, feeling the plug in my hole pulse slightly with every step. It felt as if the plug was slowly fucking me, causing my dick to harden. We moved silently towards another door at the end of the hall. I had so many questions I wanted to ask, but didn’t think it would be proper voicing them, even though every act that I preformed changed my life, bring me closer to death. At the door, we stopped. I could hear a rhythmic beep coming from behind the door. The Priest turned to me, staring at me silently, as if he knew I had questions. “Your curiosity is getting the best of you, but you must trust the Priests. We have longed for a neophyte like you, one that will convert quickly and fully. After which will be used as an incubator and master of conversion.” the Priest said. The Priest didn’t give me a chance to ask a single question, as he turned and opened the only door in the hall. I was taken back by what I saw. Everything in the room was white, so white it looked sterile. Two beds were on the wall opposite the door, surround by medical equipment. I only recognized the heart monitors, which were supply the beeps I heard outside the door. In each bed, was a man. So wasted away that they looked like they were just skin and bones, covered by a white sheet. As I watched their chest slowly rise and fall, the Priest lightly pushed on my back, steering me into the room, shutting the door behind us. Stepping closer, I could see the lump of their cocks and balls under the sheet, which looked huge against their wasted frames. Standing naked between the foot of the beds, I wondered just what was about to happen. “These men are at death’s door. They will be providing you with another strain of virus. We have given them a mixture of erectile medications to keep them hard as you fuck yourself on their cocks” the Priest said, “Your hole must stimulate them and milk their last load into you before death takes them.” The Priest pushed me forward, causing me to bend at the waist. He grabbed the base of the plug, pulling it slightly out then pushing it back in. Over and over he fucked my hole with the plugs. Lubing it the cum from inside. The soreness of my hole quickly returned and the muscles ached from being open. My cock jumped with each push in of the plug, which soon had me leaking pre-cum, until with one quick pull, the Priest ripped the plug out of my hole, causing me to whimper, afraid that I would wake the men, before I was ready to milk their virus filled cum from their balls. I watched both men slowly open their eyes, piercing my body from their hollow sockets. With out instruction I pulled the sheet back from the man to my left, exposing his naked body. He had the heart monitor pads on his chest, as well as an IV in his right arm. I rubbed my hand up his leg, slowly feeling his cold skin. His cock reacted to my touch, starting to twitch and grow, slowing inching up his stomach. His excitement grew, as well as his heart rate. Climbing on the bed, I positioned my hole over his cock, reaching down and lifting it up. Squatting down, I lowered myself until his cock started to pierce my hole, sliding in. I continued until my hole had completely swallowed his hard cock. As I raised and lowered my hole on this dying man’s cock, I looked over to see the other man’s sheet starting to tent up, knowing that his cock was getting hard by the live sex show in the next bed. I slowly rode the cock, rising up until I could feel his cock head at my hole, then I would drop down until I was pressing against his bony groin. I could feel him press up against me slightly driving his pelvic bones into my ass. I watched his heart monitor as the beeping increased more and more and I pumped his cock in and out of my hole. I grew increasingly alarmed as his heart rate increased, yet I did not stop riding his cock. As the rate increased, so did the rate of my bouncing up and down of his cock. His cock wast thickening and becoming harder and harder as I knew he would not last long. I felt his cock starting to jump inside my hole, and slammed it deep within, grinding against his crotch. His load shot out deep inside me, as an alarm on the heart monitor sounded. I watched the waves of heart beats change to a solid line. I panicked knowing I just fucked the last load out of this man. Did I just murder him by fucking him? I felt a hand on my shoulder, as I sat on the man with his cock deflating inside of me. The Priest stood next to me. “He is at peace. Do not bare guilt or shame, for this was his purpose, it was his choice, and he knew the consequences.” the Priest said. I lifted off the cock, looking over at the other man. He was pushing the sheet down with this legs, exposing his hard leaking cock. He licked his lips, jerking his head to the side, inviting me to his bed. I climbed off the now dead man’s bed and moved over to the next. I watched the Priest pull the sheet over the man I had just fucked, covering him completely. I climbed on top of the man, again squatting over his cock, which he held up, aiming for my hole. I looked him in the eyes as he nodded his head, giving me permission to sit on his cock. I could feel it driving deep into my hole. Pushing the cum deeper and deeper as it went in. As my ass met his crotch, I braced myself by putting my hands on his chest, being careful no to pull off the heart monitor pads. He pushed his hips up, driving his cock deeper into me. My mind was focusing on the alarm which was still signaling the lack of heart beat in the bed next to me. I lifted my ass off this man’s crotch as he grabbed my hips and started to pump quickly in and out of my hole. He was fucking me as if his life depended on it, maybe it did. I pushed down to meet his thrust upwards, causing a slapping sound that didn’t even drown out the alarm. His pumping grew slower and slower, as he tired out quickly, Repositioning myself, I took over riding his cock, riding him like I did the man before him. I watched him smile, feeling the pleasure of my hole riding his cock. His hands moved up and down my legs allowing me to feel his bony fingers. Moving my hands across his chest, I grasped his nipples, pinching and twisting them. He moaned in pleasure as I pumped my ass up and down his cock. “won’t last much longer” he whispered in between moans. I quickened my pace, until he pushed down on my knees signaling that he was about to cum. It was then that I dropped down completely, taking his cock deep in as it pulsed and shot his load inside me. I waited for the alarm to sound, but it never came. His heart rate was high as he shot, but never stopped completely. It slowly decreased as he calmed himself. I waited still for him to die while still on his cock. I could feel it slowly going soft inside my hole. I continued to press against his crotch, trying to keep him inside me longer, but as it grew softer and softer it slipped out of my hole. “Thank you” he whispered. I climbed down, moving back near the Priest. I watched the man close his eyes thinking this is it, he will be a peace soon. His breathing became slower, but was steady as he slipped off to sleep. The Priest pulled the sheet back over the man, shaking his head as he did it. I think he was disappointed that this man did not die as he shot his load. We left through the door and back out into the hall. I closed my eyes reflecting on what had happened. Thinking that when it’s my time to die, I want to go just like that, having someone ride me, and die as I shoot my last load deep into their hole. “I’m not satisfied that you will convert one hundred percent. Dr. Serpent was correct. Escalation is needed.” We quickly walked back to the Doctor’s door. Before the Priest could knock it opened. Still naked except for his boots, stood the doctor. “I knew you would return,” said the doctor. “A success and a failure” “Disappointing, good thing I prepared” said the doctor. The Doctor stepped aside, allowing us to move back into the exam room. I brushed my hand across his hanging cock, watching him smile as I did. I wanted his venom again, I wanted it deep in my hole. I made my was to the exam table as the doctor shut the door.

My asshole was waiting in anticipation of how these hot leather men were going to use my hungry hole. Slowly the sling was raised a bit higher so my twitching hungry hole was right at Joe mouth. He licked my asshole so,tenderly telling me how much he desired to taste a newly Poz hole and how it needed to lust for so much more.Deeper and deeper his tongue probed into my willing hole . Mark took a condom filled with Poz cum and gave it to Joe who proceeded to spread my hole open more lick it ,and then push the cum filled condom into my hungry hole. As Mark held my hole open Joe took a black candle and pushed the Poz filled condom deeper into my gripping hole. Then the sling with my ass end was raised a bit higher and Mark and Joe lit the candle hanging out of my asshole. The others all gather around and watched as the wax dripped and slowly dripped down the candle rigth to the base making a black ring around my hole. Dam this sure did hurt but at the same time watching in the mirrors above me was also turning me on in a whole new way. Mark and Joe came around to my mouth and were sliding their cocks across my mouth as they made out. Two of the other leatherman brought over a cup filled with Poz cum handed it to Mark and Joe who placed the cum on their out stretched tongue then engage in a hot Poz kissing with some of the Poz seed dripping from their mouths on to my eager lips. I sure was getting more and more into this and barely felt the accumulating wax that had built up around my asshole.Mark and Joe both bent down and together gave me a wet cummy kiss readjusted the sling to a level position blew out the candle and removed what was left of it . They used their fingers to draw with the black wax a biohazard. symbol around my hole and blew on my hot cheeks to harder the wax which was also doing a number on my cock. Joe stood rigth at my hole with his erect cock took the black another black candle and pushed it in my asshole till I felt it against the previously cum filled condom up my ass.He told me that it contained all these leathermen's Poz seed. He was going to punch a hole in the condom with the candle and let all the Poz seed lubicate my hole for each of the men to drill it in deeper and deeper . Joe was the first to insert his raging Poz tool into my hungry hole .at first I barely felt it with all that cum in me till he pushed deeper and deeper getting past my second asshole ring driving the cum deeper into me. Mark meanwhile was fucking my face as the other two leather men in leather hoods were chewing on my nipples. My erect 8 inch cock was fully aroused and beginning to leak precum . I watched in the mirror above me as one of the hooded leathermen placed a condom on my cock and rolled in down my erect 8 inch leaking Poz cock. Dam what was this for? I thought, but was enjoying Joe fucking my hungry hole to pay much attention to it .he would slowly back out of my hole and the quickly push back in my wanting lusting hole brining me closer and closer to shooting my cum , but the slow down and almost take his cock all the May out then plunge right back ?FUCK my cock was leaking more and more precum into the rubber . Joe asked me " what do you want ,TELLme ! " "I replied I need your Poz seed in me FUCK IT DEEP BRED ME" and with that JOE began to drive his Poz cock faster and faster into me as I was begging him to recharge my lusting cunt .I looked into his eyes as I could feel him getting closer and he bent over me kissed me and we both shot our hot Poz loads I laid there in excasty wondering what would come next???

Thx to the anonymous editor.... (again) Still here the original version.... which makes it easier for me to continue with the story line. Until death do us part (story a cheating boyfriend) It happened all on a sunny Saturday at Michelle’s wedding. She was a very good friend of mine and I was an invited guest to celebrate with her, the most important day of her life so far. We were quite a crowd, as we witnessed the solemn vows in the church. But I had no eyes for the holy ceremony in front of me. My eyes rested on a young guy who was sitting not far away from me. I recognized his breathtaking beauty, his innocent appearance. He looked almost angelic with his blonde hair and blue eyes. His body frame was athletic and still petite. He was not really tall – maybe 5 feet and 7 inches the most. Eventually he felt observed and after smiling shyly to me once in a while, he concentrated his gaze at Michelle and John who promised to love and cherish each other for the rest of their lives. It was obvious, that the guy next to my blonde angel was his boyfriend. He held his arm around his shoulder, like he was protecting him. It was a nice gesture and somehow it made me hard. The boy’s eyes wandered back to me, just to look away…. it was almost like a hot and dangerous game. We all got up when the bride and groom started to leave the church. And although my cock was extremely hard, I stood up just to show the little blonde darling, what was in store for him. The blonde guy passed me and saw the immense bulge and blushed. Since he couldn’t look away, I knew I had him on the hook. During the afternoon we had quite a ball and I made sure, that Michelle placed me next to the lovely twink. He and his fiancée were friends of her now husband. I learnt that his name was Dante. Later that evening, when the people were wandering around to dance or take a smoke or simply talk to others we stayed at our table and looked at each other. He told me he was with his partner for two years now and they planned to marry also in the upcoming year. I nodded and my right hand was at the back of his chair. My thumb was caressing his shoulder blade, while he told me how much he was in love with his boyfriend. With my left hand I massaged my bump unashamedly. No one saw it anyway, no one but Dante who tried to ignore my hands playing with my hard on. “Would you mind stop touching me? I am here with my boyfriend….” he said all of a sudden. I kept on caressing his back and told him I knew that, but I was not doing any harm by touching him. “Still…. it is not appropriate” he insisted. “So you want me to stop. I can do that. I can stop touching you and I can take ‘that’ away from you” I replied and stopped groping myself. Spreading my legs I gave him a good view of the tent, that was building up in my pants. Dante gulped. “It looks great… but I am scared someone could see me looking at it” he whispered. “You could take a closer look, somewhere more private” I suggested. Dante looked around frantically. “Meet me at the church yard…. tomorrow…. at 3 pm” I demanded. “But my boyfriend” he mumbled. “We will just meet and talk” I promised him, although I knew I would be the one talking. He wouldn’t be able to reply, since he would massage my cock with his throat. Dante nodded. “I will try to meet you there” he promised and with that I got up and made sure he got a good last look at my bulging pants before I left the table to get me another drink and to enjoy the rest of the evening with a bunch of my acquaintances. The next day came and I arrived at the church shortly before 3 pm. Dante was waiting for me already. He was sitting on a bench and texting on his mobile. Dressed in a washed out jeans and a skater shirt he looked even younger than his 18 years of age, which he told me yesterday. I walked up to him and build myself up in front of him. My dick started to stir again and since he was sitting at the right height, it was the first thing he saw. A nice lump was forming in my jeans again. “Hey Dante… nice, that you made it” I greeted him. “Yeah – nice to see…. you…. too” he replied staring at my jeans. Then his eyes searched for my eyes and he smiled at me. “Although - I am still not comfortable to be here. I even lied to my boyfriend” he admitted. ‘Nice’ I thought. “Why? What did you tell him?” I wanted to know. “I texted him I lost my bracelet at the wedding and wanted to check in various places if I could find it” he said. “Well let’s take a walk over the cemetery. We could talk and find a quiet corner to converse some more” I looked at him with a friendly face. “Okay” he agreed and with that we started walking towards the entrance of the wide cemetery. We chatted along and I kept looking for a bench to be a little offside. Sooner or later I found the perfect place. It was a bench positioned beneath a willow without any tombstones neaby. We sat down and since Dante kept on peering to my jeans I laid my arm around his shoulder and sat there with legs apart. “Well, why don’t start feeling me up a little bit, while we talk.” I suggested. “I am not sure if I should do this” he mentioned. “It would feel like cheating on my boyfriend and I don’t want to go that path. I am proud that we are committing ourselves into a faithful relationship” he told me. ‘Blah blah blah’ I thought. Of course I agreed with that and I told him it was not my intention to ruin anything. I could relate on that, since I was in a solid relationship myself (a lie) and would never be not loyal to my loved one (a lie again… since I cheated always on my partners. Come on, as if fucking the same old hole would make you horny after some times of usage. “But then again – it is nothing more than a human touch” I explained to him and touched his right hand. “See…. nothing more. No cheating, no lies, just a human touch – and I got the feeling you were quite interested yesterday to feel me up. And I can see it in your eyes, that you still are… ” I encouraged Dante. He didn’t look at my face. He stared openly at my bulge and his hand tried to fondle the clear outlining of my hard 9 inch long cock. He started at the base with one finger and followed the route up to my cockhead. There he used three of his fingers to get a grip around my glans penis and massaged it through my jeans. “It is so long and thick” he said admiring. “Yeah – most guys turn me down, because of that” I sighed deeply. “Are you serious?” he looked up at me, but kept on stroking my cock through my tight jeans. I simply nodded. It was unbelievable, how many guys were scared of the size of my cock. Of course this was a lie also, but I wanted to get this thing going. “I would love to feel it up my ass” he confessed. He told me that the cock of his boyfriend was only six inches long and was really thin. “I’m sorry – I shouldn’t have told you that” he apologized. “Nah – man we are friends. Who can you turn to, if not to a friend in such matters?” I asked him honestly and played my cards so hypocritically. “So you fuck your boyfriend?” I asked him? “Good lord – no!” he exclaimed. He was the passive part, which made it so critical for him. He loved his boyfriend, just in bed he was a whack. “Oh that’s bad of course, but love can overcome such problems” I praised him and really had to bite my tongue in order not to laugh out loud. “You want to take a closer look?” I asked him. “Here? Out in the open?” he sounded shocked. I got the feeling this twink was really a good one ‘as in’ playing always safe – meeting the love of his life – testing for HIV and that crap and then fucking without condoms like rabbits. He was a ‘Neg’ for sure, which made him even more desirable for me. “Nah – are you crazy?” I played the surprised. “We could use the church toilets and you could take a short glance. That’s it” I promised. I vowed I would not fuck him there and smiled my winning smile and so we agreed on walking to the toilets. He was supposed to walk in front of me and reserve a stall and I would enter immediately behind him and enter the stall if no one else was in there at all. I’ve watched him shaking his ass at me, while he looked for the right way back to the church. From time to time he turned around to me and grinned, while I followed him, giving him a dirty look. I even squeezed my bulge more than one time, when he took another turn, gazing at me. I was horny like a dog when I entered the church toilets and as we thought, we were the only ones in there at that moment. So Dante took the last of three stalls and disappeared in it. I followed him and closed the door behind us. Right after that the main door opened again and someone shuffled into to urinals section and started to pee. I signaled Dante to get down on his knees and to open my pants, while I pretended to concentrate to the stranger outside, but I hardly listened to the noises the other fellow made. Dante understood and so he went down and started with my belt. I looked down on him and it was like, he was hypnotized by the huge lump in my jeans. He opened the buttons swiftly and then he received his present of the day – my cock! He was mesmerized and looked at it closely. He felt the girth of my dick and enjoyed smelling around my dong, but he never tried to move to the next step. So I whispered to him, if he would like to hold it, while I took a piss, because I really had to go… He nodded and smiled at me. He aimed my dick towards the toilet porcelain and I started letting go a strong gush of piss. I sighed relieved and the luck was on my side, when I realized that there was no toilet paper in our stall. So when I finished pissing up, I told Dante about our dilemma and asked him, if he could finish the job. He looked up at me with big eyes and you could see his brain started working. But the tension was too much for him and so he focused his gaze on my dick head again and shortly after that I felt his tongue lapping at my glanse penis. Dante enjoyed licking my piss slit. His tongue wiped through my piss slit a lot of times. He even dared to take my cock head into his mouth for a couple of seconds and started sucking me softly. Then the magic moment was gone and Dante started jacking me off slowly, but without his mouth supporting it. I knew what he was trying to do, but it was my game and he had to obey my rules. So I stopped his motions and started to button up, while grinning at him cheekily. Dante looked like a child, who got robbed of his favorite toy. I almost felt sorry for him, but this jacking off would lead to nothing. I had to keep his tension up and so I apologized to him, and told him that I had to leave for a date with my lover (a lie, since there was no solid relationship for me) and if he would like to meet me for another chat, we could meet at the church parking lot on Thursday at the same time again. His face brightened up and he promised he would make it. We talked about ordinary stuff, as we walked back to the lot. Dante came here by bus and so we parted merrily. I didn’t suggest to him, that I could drop him off somewhere else and he didn’t seem to mind it, but for the next time I knew we wouldn’t end up in the church toilet. There were other places…. peaceful places we could go, to get engaged in some more action. Little did Dante know, that there was more about me, than just my handsome face or a big cock in my jeans....

Predators and prey (Part 6) Both hunks undressed and grinned at each other. “My name is Darren” said one. He was in his thirties and was quite athletic. “I am Tom” the other one replied. They were shaking hands and continued taking off their clothes. They tried to catch Michael’s attention by kicking him into his side, but the twink was somehow in a world of his own. Kneeling down Tom started slapping Mike’s face a bit, to force him back into reality. “Wake up cunt” he said. “It’s time to show you the joy of being double-fucked” Darren said and laughed evilly. Double fucked? The words lingered in his ears. His ass was on fire already and although he liked, being manhandled roughly, he felt exhausted already. “Can I go home now?” he asked instead with a tiny voice. No one replied, instead the guys started pinching his nipples. “Please…. ?” he sniffed. The guys didn’t seem to care. “You can’t go home now. We haven’t used your pussy yet and you need to be used…. you know that, right?” Michael had the feeling, he couldn’t take another cock. “What do you think? Should we sit him down onto your cock and I will force my entry from behind?” one stud asked his partner in crime. “The easiest way to go I guess. Let me lay down next to him and you help him lower himself down on my cunt basher.” the other replied. “Come on baby. Get up…. yeah…. give me your hand. We will help you…..” the blonde male told Michael who accepted the helping hand and was held up by the two fuckers. Michael stood up. It took a while, because he felt so wobbly. “Man. This guy is definitely not a virgin anymore” detected the black haired hunk. Michael was bleeding out of his cunt. The blood mixed with some cum he had already taken. Mike’s t-shirt was still nearby and so it was used to clean up his used hole. They wiped Mike’s ass with it. The student tried to step off the mattress but was held back by the two horny machos. “Where are you going Tinkerbell?” Tom chuckled. Michael was disoriented. They pulled him back while Darren was laying himself down and jacking his big cock to keep it nice and hard. He had a ten incher and he was looking forward to stick it into their little plaything. Tom turned Michael around and pushed him down onto Darren waiting spear. Michael bent his knees and straddled his legs above the raving guy. Tom continued jacking Darren’s cock and helped aiming it to the right angle to meet Mike’s well used snatch. Michael froze in place and let out a pathetic cry and his whole body shuddered. Both guys cheered while Darren entered the abused ass easily. Michael tried to defend himself and pushed away from the invading cock but Tom started increase the pressure on his shoulders and pushed him back down again. “No…. no no no no nooooo” he wailed, but both guys showed no mercy. “All the way down…. Don’t fight it cunt…. that is what you came for, now open your hole for us.” Tom whispered to Mike. The twink had not the strength to get up so fast and so his body accepted the next dick entering his ass cunt and he felt totally stuffed. Tom positioned himself behind the unaware twink. At first Michael felt only the fierce stabbing of Darren’s dick up is pussy but now it felt like something bigger was trying to gain access to his asshole. Tom’s dick was rocking hard but he had problems entering the twink’s body. He pushed his loins harder against Mike’s sphincter. Michael groaned pitfully as Tom’s cock was slowly digging into his rectum. “Relax boy…. relax your hole and let me in….” Tom demanded. But for Michael it was not possible to relax, while enduring such pain. It felt like his intestine would be ripped apart. Suddenly Mike’s head shot up and he let out a piercing scream. Tom’s cock had entered him. Holding is hands on his shoulders he pulled Mike’s body back and forced more of his cock in the 18 year old slut. “Gl glglgl gl…..” Mike blabbered unintelligible. “He is so tight” Tom moaned. Both guys started to find a steady rhythm. They did not seem to care, that Michael was probably damaged during the fuck. They simply enjoyed the tightness and the forceful act. Both guys fucked Michael as hard as they could. They wanted to double their pleasure and double his pain. While Tom was not the one who could hold back much longer, he signaled to his fuck buddy that he might shoot his load up Michael’s fuck tube. Since Darren did not complain he doubled his effort in pushing his cock almost all the way into Michael. While Tom reached his climax almost, Darren started working on Mike’s nipples. He began twisting the boy’s nipples around. He pulled and pinched them hard. Michael screamed loudly to the joy of the horny audience and cramped his ass cunt violently which gave Tom a great orgasm. Tom fired his seed into the bruised young hole. He groaned loudly and after shooting several times into Michael, he pulled his softening cock out of the violated hole. He patted softly on Michaels head, like he did a good job taking him to such a powerful climax. While getting dressed up, he high fived some guys on his way out of the booth. Darren was still enjoying the fuck while Michael still howled pitifully. Getting his nipples so bruised was extremely unpleasant for him. His body sent pain signals to his brain and while his ass was almost being ruptured, he felt like he couldn’t stand the tit torture any longer. “No more…. pleeeassseeee” he begged Darren. Darren started rabbit fuck Michael’s cunthole.. “Here it comes faggot. Take my seed…. take my toxic load you fucking whore.” He erupted into Michael’s ass and enjoyed the massage Michael’s hole was still giving him due to the tit torture, he was still receiving. Darren growled and pulled Mike down to him. The boy was glad the pinching had stopped but he felt still the slow fucking motions of the Darren’s cock, still buried inside his snatch. “You fucking whore…. stupid Bitch” he grumbled. “I'm going to see you in hell you dirty cumdump….” he whispered to Michael. Michael almost froze in place. Darren pushed the twink from his body and stood up. He snatched his pants and started dressing up while glaring at the young adolescent. Michael was almost paralyzed. He was on his back. On the dirty mattress. His legs were slightly spread and he stared at Darren with a lack of understanding. “You got what you deserved, you little punk” Darren hissed and spat onto Michael face. ‘See you in hell’, were the words that lingered in his mind…..

Not living in New York, LA or Berlin I have to say that attending a bareback sex party isn't really THAT anonymous . Als to the question at hand: Have to agree with bbalphaboy, 2-3 loads is a good rule of thumb. I however usually make sure that it's always different guys who get bred by me

Id love to have a bf who is a slutty bottom who i know is taking random bb cock

Although I anticipated Joe would breed me next, Mark had a different plan, explaining to the two of us that Joe would have to wait, that he, Mark, was determined to convert me. So each night, for several weeks, night after night, Mark drilled his poz cock deep into my aching, utterly consumed hole, torturing my ass with his amazing cock until I would end-up begging him to blow his hot poz seed into my body. In particular I recall one night when Mark commenced our session by blowing on my ass lips, instructing me to pucker them, and then rimming my hole, his tongue a sort of magical key that could open even the strongest lock. Slowly he would tongue-fuck me, deeper and deeper with each thrust, taking full advantage as my hole gradually opened. Moreover, as Mark had been chewing some mint, when he spat on my ass lips, the sensation was both cool and oddly warm, with the result my lips would relax even further, mentally preparing me to not only be penetrated by his poz cock, but also preparing me for certain conversion. In the course of our play sessions Mark enticed me to open myself to more debauchery, occasionally suggesting “All in good time your hole will be pozzed, but first we need to expand your level of experience in the realm of pleasures.” I was putty in his sick imagination, and as he rubbed his glistening cock head against my awaiting hole, he would prime me further, asking “How does that feel, boy? Is your hole getting hot?” Hot didn’t even come close to adequately describing the sensations that were permeating my hole. It was virtually on fuckin’ fire, and I told him as much. “As it should be, boy,” he replied, withdrawing his cock, and donning a leather sheath which, when lubed with some special lubricant, he re-inserted his cock into my ass. Somehow I found myself wondering if the lube contained paprika or chili powder – at least those substances would explain why my hole was absolutely in heat. Damn, my ass was burning with a level of intensity I didn’t know one could experience, an intensity which I properly or improperly decided derived from the fact that Mark’s cum was laden with HIV, a virus I had come to love with an irrational passion. “Sir, plant your seed deep in my ass! I need to be converted by your toxic cum. It’s gotta seep deep into my wet, fired-up ass walls.” Grinning, Mark could not be persuaded to release his seed, and tortured me saying “Not yet, boy, we’ve gotta cool down the fire that’s burning in your hole.” His suggestion made sense. My ass was virtually inflamed with desire, no, the need to satisfy Mark’s cock. And, of course, my ass needed Mark’s toxic cum as an ointment. Yeah, I needed it bad, but Mark had his own agenda. He inserted himself and remained there static, commenting “I can see you have never been pissed fucked." "No, Sir, but my hole is definitely on fire, so do what you’ve gotta do,” I replied. With that Mark initially hesitantly, then with increasing vigor, began to release his piss into my ass, definitely extinguishing the fire, even as he filled my colon, which in turn excited me in a new fashion as the pressure of his piss began to pleasure my ass in an unexpected fashion. Damn, my cock was so hard I was stunned. What an experience! I found myself wondering why had I never before explored piss play? Well, after Mark had emptied his bladder into my hole, he ordered me into his shower, telling me to move quickly, where, once we couldn’t do any damage, he ordered me to expel his piss so it flowed onto his body. Man, what a relief! Afterwards we cleaned-up a bit, had a smoke, and I wondered what was next, particularly since I was utterly fuckin’ horny as I had not yet cum, but Mark had his own pace, and succeeded in causing my erection to subside by repeatedly (and lightly) slapping my cock with a small leather tasseled whip. His magnificent cock, of course, never subsided. After all, he was the Alpha male. Now ready to resume, we moved into another dimly lit room, where a sling, red-ensconced lights provided an earie cast, and floor to ceiling mirrors, as well as additional large mirrors anchored into the ceiling, created an aurora worthy of the Marque de Sade. Climbing into the sling, Mark efficiently bound my arms and legs with an experienced touch, as in the mirrors I could admire Mark from all angles, and, of course, see much of my body. A sense of utter gratitude possessed me: I knew this time I would get pozzed, and sure enough, as Mark swung me ever so slightly to and fro, tapping up against his erect cock so his cockhead nudged my ass lips, which gradually enveloped him, slowly, with each swing, my hole opened wider, and Mark’s cock correspondingly slid deeper and deeper into my body. As was his normal practice, each time his cock breached my hole Mark asked “What do you want?” There was only one possible answer: “Your poz cum, Sir.” Looking deep into my eyes, Mark surprised me with a new tact, answering “Then we need to ensure your hole adequately prepared to feed my poz cum.” Withdrawing, he produced a small brush, a toothbrush, in fact, and tortured my hole until the brush head showed pink with my blood. “We’re almost ready,” he remarked, adding “watch in the ceiling mirror as I prepare myself to breed your hole so this is a successful breeding.” Following his instructions, I watched as Mark used a small, cylindrical, sharply spiked instrument to lightly pierce his erect cock in several locations until his blood oozed forth in a surprisingly erotic image. ‘Fuck,’ I thought, ‘this is amazing. What an image: Mark is dressed in full leathers, his cock dripping with blood. This time it’s gonna take. I know it will’. Now apparently satisfied, Mark again approached my ass, and slid his bloody, hot poz cock into me, pounding my hole with a diabolic frenzy. Looking into Mark’s lustful, all-consuming eyes, I repeatedly begged “Mark, please, please, plant your poz seed in my body, and let your toxic virus feed on my blood!” Wordlessly, Mark loosened the cod piece which had kept my cock under control. Almost instantly I sprung to a full erection. Smiling with genuine pleasure, Mark leaned over and kissed my raging cock, tenderly remarking “This will certainly be your last neg load.” “Oh fuck yeah,” I grunted as he pounded my hole, “that’s what I want. Poz me, Mark, fuckin’ do it, man. I’m tired of being ‘negative’ and wanna be special, just like you!” No sooner had I made my confession than his cock head hit my prostate one additional time, and I blew my load of neg cum all over my abdomen as well as Mark’s crotch. Mark also crossed the line of no return and blew volley after volley of hot, toxic sperm into my raw ass – the culmination of our combined intentions. As we slowly came down, we both smiled in mutual satisfaction, each completely convinced this time would work, that our mission was accomplished. The post lude? Well, life went back to seeming normalcy, until a few weeks later I came-down with an unseasonal bout of the flu, which when tested, proved to have been the fuck flu. I was now poz. I made it a point to see Mark, and he responded to the news by taking me into his arms and giving me a big hug and deep kiss, announcing “You are now part of my family, so let’s celebrate this coming weekend! It’s time for the seed of my poz brothers to also take root in your body, and I know Joe is up for the task. Yeah, Joe will be the first of many, boy." “Bring it on,” I replied.

This chapter is about my next boyfriend G. He is another amazing guy and once again my love of cock ended the relationship. Okay, to be fair, it was our mutual love of cock that ended the relationship. There's other stuff that happened, other guys that fucked be bareback, a lot of random sex during this time period; but I think this was my next step in my transformation into a cumdump. The timeline here gets muddy because I've already told stories that cross the timeline, so I hope you'll stay with me. As you know, I am an attorney. I work for a decently large firm with an international client base. This was about 3.5 years into working for the firm, so I was either on partner track or not by this point. I think I was because I was the 3rd attorney assigned to a case for a major client - partner, senior associate and me. It involved a decent amount of travel for depositions, client statements, etc. It was a total time suck. I was easily working 100 hours a week in order to bill out at 75-80 hours a week which means both weekend days as well as long weekdays. Granted, it's a U.S. law firm, not some jewel mine in West Africa - massages, free meals, gym, etc. It's at this time that I met G (manhunt, while working from home). Oh my fucking lord, he is gorgeous. People still refer to him as "that model you dated," even though he was a teacher. I was totally amazed at how into me he was. We met for drinks one night and drinks turned into dinner which turned into more drinks and dessert at another place and a hot makeout session in the car. He wanted to fuck me that night, but I refused. I was still thinking that guys don't want to date other guys who are too easy. But, I wanted to fuck so badly. That date turned into a second date and mind-blowing sex. I would tell you all about how I seduced him into fucking me bareback or how he seduced me into it; but it's what we wanted from the first time our clothes came off. We fucked 3-4 times every time we saw each other (no exaggeration). He almost always fucked me and came inside me. I was in total lust for G. He did ask me to fuck him a few times and I did. The first time he had the nerve to ask for a condom and I was like, "really?" He relented of course because it was a stupid request since he'd cum in me at least 30 times by that point. Then disaster struck. He called me one day and said he thought he had gonorrhea and said we should both get tested. I pretended to be surprised because I didn't want this to fuck things up with G. My doctor had told me the day before and I was literally, at that moment, freaking out about how to tell him that he should get tested when he called me. Later that week, we saw each other again and I thought he was going to break up with me. Instead, he was all over me the moment I got to his apartment. We fucked 3 times, as usual, in that 14-15 hour period. The next morning after round 3 I said we needed to talk about sex and the diagnosis. We hadn't talked about monogamy and I said it was time. I said we didn't need to stop fucking other people, we just needed to stop fucking them bareback. He agreed. I was really happy. And then disaster stuck again. The senior associate on the case was diagnosed with a rare blood/bone marrow disease, which I still never understood because my work load immediately doubled if not tripled. It was about time for summer interns to start, and I was worried about partner track, so I didn't immediate ask them to assign another senior associate to the case. Instead, we got another me (associate) and then a summer intern. But, my workload increased like crazy. I was sleeping in a hotel down the street from the office a few days a week. Travel also increased. This meant I couldn't see G as much and fuck did I want to see him. G and I started to see each other only on Fridays or Saturdays if we could. He understood and supported the partner track goal and we also still fucked like rabbits. One week we missed seeing each other and I had to travel the next week. I made up my mind to have sex on the road that week because I was now getting it all the time and totally needed to get fucked or I'd go crazy. I got online and found a dude to come fuck me. He was attractive and I was ready for it. I asked him to bring a condom and lube because I had made up my mind to do this while in the cab from the airport. Instead of going to the drugstore I got on Grindr while I was in the cab and had made arrangements by the time I'd gotten to the hotel. He got there and I had just finished showering. His picture must've been a bit old because he had a bit of a belly, but I was horny and didn't care. I wanted his cock inside me. We got naked and he sucked my cock and ate my ass and I was eventually begging him to fuck me. He lined his cock up to my hole and I was like, wait.....condom. He said he forgot to bring one and I said, then no fucking. I had promised. It was my fucking idea. I was not going to do this to G. I said, "Let's just do other stuff." He said sure and we sucked and he ate my ass some more and I ate his ass. His cock was nice, like 7" and perfectly shaped. He asked if I had any lube (forgot that too I guess). Genius idea - hotel lotion. I grabbed the lotion and hopped back into bed and we made out with me on my back legs spread and bent at the knee and him in between my legs and he put the lotion on both our cocks and we stroked and made out. Eventually my legs were on his shoulders and he was rubbing his cock on my ass again. I knew I was going to give up my ass this time if he pushed. He did. He slipped inside me this time and I didn't say stop. In fact, I moaned like a whore because it felt so good. He said he wouldn't last long and I said just fuck me. He told me when he was getting close and I said nothing. He came inside me and I blew all over myself. I had just cheated again - this time after it was my idea and had done it bareback, also violating my idea. The guy left and I felt kinda bad, but not too bad. Each other night that week, another guy came over and fucked me. Only one used a condom. That's 4 guys and 3 loads in my ass. I always told the guys safe sex only and then always gave in if they wanted it raw. I got back to G that weekend and we fucked like bunnies again. I said nothing to him, especially after I entered his bedroom and saw the lube/condoms/coke box out and open. I knew he'd fucked around too that week, but he said "Don't worry babe. I was safe." and he put the box away keeping the lube out. That night/morning I had to ride his cock 5 times. I was a cumslut for him and I loved it. When I was out of town the next week, I took the "safe sex only" out of all my profiles. I asked to get fucked bareback by every guy that hit me up and I got bred twice that week. The next week was the same. I even convinced a safe sex top to bareback me even though he was young and freaked out by the idea. He still shot his load in my ass though. This went on for a few months, but I didn't always have time to hookup so I wasn't always getting fucked on the road. Every weekend I couldn't get home from the airport soon enough to see G. I was falling for him and I knew it. He never took no for an answer and neither did I when it came to sex. If one of us wanted it, the other gave in no matter what was going on - the sushi delivery guy showing up while I was "load begging" was awesome. LOL One weekend, I was home but G was busy with his family. I was really horny, so I hopped online just to chat and jerk off. Instead I ended up talking to this average looking Latino guy who was into hot roleplaying. He asked if I could do anything what would it be. I said, "I want to pretend to be a safe sex only bottom. I want the top to convince me to let him in bareback. I want the top to make me admit I love bareback sex, that I only get fucked bareback, and then beg for his load in my ass." He said that was really hot. Then I said it - "Come over now and let's play." He came over and I was in my shorts and a tank. He immediately felt me up, but I said "roleplay" and we did. He talked to me about sex and slipped his fingers up my shorts. I pulled out his cock and sucked it. It was a nice fat cock. I loved feeling his cock stretch my mouth. I let him face fuck me for a while. He got me up and told me to strip. I did and he turned me around and rubbed his cock on my ass. I bent over and spread my ass for him. I asked if he brought condoms and he put them on the couch. I loved feeling his cock on me. He took me to the bedroom leaving the condoms on the couch. He bent me over the bed and ate my ass. He tongue fucked and fingered me. He said I had a sweet ass and was going to love fucking me. I asked if I had lube and I pointed to the dresser. He lubed his fingers and pressed them inside my ass. He lubed his cock and rubbed it on my ass. He said how tight my ass felt. He pushed at my hole with his cock and slipped his head in my ass. I moaned but said, "condom?" He said, "Let me just feel your ass like this for a bit. You moaned so it must feel good right?" I said, "Yes, but we should play safe." He just pushed in a bit more. I moaned again and bit my lip. I said, "We really should get the condoms." He said, "But I'd have to leave your ass. Let me just fuck you bareback for a while." I said, "Ok. As long as you promise to get a condom in a few minutes." He slid his whole cock inside my ass and said how good I felt. He started fucking me slowly and I was really loving his fat cock in my ass. I started moaning a lot. He said, "You like my dick in you huh?" I agreed. He fucked me some more and said, "Tell me how much you like it." I told him it felt amazing. He kept fucking me and said, "Feels good bareback doesn't it." I said yes. He said, "You don't want me to get a condom do you?" I said, "Just keep fucking me." He said, "You love getting fucked bareback don't you slut?" I said "Yes, I loved your bare cock in me." He then said, "You always bareback don't you? You were just trying to play safe because you just met me right?" He buried his cock in me as he said that. I said, "Yes. Guys always bareback me. No one knows, but I love getting fucked bareback." He asked me why I liked getting barebacked. I said it feels a lot better. He started fucking me harder. He said, "What else?" I was moaning and grabbing his fleshy ass. He said it again, "What else?" I said, "I like it when guys shoot their cum inside me." I actually felt his cock get harder inside me as I said it. He said, "Yeah you want my load slut?" I begged him for it. He slammed his cock in me and shot his load in my ass. I was so turned on that I came less than a minute later jerking off. It was so hot. He got dressed and left. I never saw him again. But, I did see those condoms still unopened on the couch. Fuck that was hot. It was a few weeks later that G and I broke up. He wasn't ready for the relationship with me. We'd been together for 6 months and the chemistry was awesome, but he could tell something was off. I had cheated on him bareback at least 2 dozen times and didn't feel guilty at all. Wow, I felt totally free from all that guilt I had from cheating on Michael. It was really freeing. I was sad that G and I broke up, but I was riding a cock in my hotel room down the street from work that night at 1am and begging for that guy's load, so I guess I didn't feel too bad. P.S. - I made partner

After Michael, I moved further into the city - an up and coming neighborhood with yuppies east of me, hipsters north and south of me, and a gentrifying Latino community to my west. I had a great apartment and I was a 20 minute walk and 6 minute train ride to work. I knew I needed to get a lot of sex after Michael. I needed to get his crying face out of my system. I thought if I could just get the "sex crazed" part of my 20s over, then I could settle down with the next guy. Seems logical, right? I also wanted to screen my guys and mostly meet them before we fucked. I had made rules for myself: 1. No guys with bfs(unless a 3some) because I still felt bad about Michael. 2. Always use condoms with guys you meet just for sex. 3. Poz guys are ok, but we have to use condoms. The following chapters will show how those rules slowly got stripped away. My Grindr, a4a, and manhunt accounts were always on and I was chatting online with a bunch of people. I met up with a lot of guys and usually kept to my rules in the first year or so. 1. No Boyfriends. I met this guy on Craigslist. He was a hot fireplug kind of guy and had a decent cock and was funny online and when we spoke on the phone. It was really late when he was leaving work and I suggested we mess around the next day/night. He said he really wanted to do it now. So I cleaned out and he arrived at my place about 30-40 minutes later. Turns out he has a socks and shoe fetish, so when we messed around he wanted me to wear my running shoes and then when we were going to fuck he wanted to sniff my socks as we fucked. I was ok with the fetish. It was harmless and he was nice. I slipped off my shorts, only in socks and runners now and he sat on my bed and took off everything but his socks and underwear. We made out a lot and he sucked my cock and I took off his underwear and sucked his. He had me sit on him and rub his cock on my ass crack and hole. He flipped me on my back, grabbed the lube and slicked both our cocks. He took off my runners and kept sliding his cock on my ass as we made out. He asked if I had any fetishes and I was so turned on that I said, "I like it when guys cum in my ass." He seemed startled but not for long as his bare cock was sliding in and out of my ass next. I moaned. He sniffed my socks and started fucking me harder. After 5 minutes or so he said he was close. I grabbed his fleshy ass and held him inside me and he came in my ass. That made me cum right then. We did it one more time that night and he bred me then too. After he left, we swapped texts about doing it again. After a few aborted attempts at getting together again, he admitted he had a boyfriend of 10 years that he was cheating on and the boyfriend didn't know. What's even worse is that I worked with his boyfriend. He was senior to me at my law firm, but not in my section/interest area. I was like...mother fucker, this is why no boyfriends. That no boyfriends rule didn't last at all. Cain and Abel entered my life. They are an open couple that had just moved to town from Florida. Cain was a solidly built, but gaining some weight/or losing it (depends on the month) guy with a great 6.5" thick cock. Abel was a lean Latino nerdy type with a 7.5" uncut cock. I hit each of them up - one on a4a and the other on manhunt. I never knew they were a couple. I met Abel for a martini at a local yuppie/hipster place and he was a great guy. During drinks Abel said he and Cain were a couple and that they had an open relationship. After Socks Dude, I wanted to meet them both together before I'd do anything with either one. I explained my cheating past and said how it weighed on me. Abel understood and called Cain, who had just gotten back from work, and they invited me over to their condo - about 1/2 mile from my place. We hung out, Drank wine and they explained how and why they were open. In their relationship, Abel was the top and Cain was the bottom; most of the time. When they fooled around, they could switch that up and not let it interfere with their relationship. They also said they always used condoms when they fucked other guys. I was cool with all of it. I stayed over that night and we had some awesome threesome sex and one-on-one sex while the other watched. It was great. And we played safe the whole time. I met up with each of them separately for a while. Always safe sex and I topped and bottomed with them. They weren't my fuck buds really, since they had others and I was still dating around. One night Cain was over at my place and we were talking. He said I had gone out with a dude they knew - Jon - and that he told them I let him fuck me bareback. I was a bit freaked out. This is the kind of information I didn't want getting around because people would think I was a whore and no one would date me again. I froze and didn't know what to say. Cain said, "It's ok, but why didn't you tell me?" I said, "I didn't want you to think I was a whore. And we always use condoms so there is no way I was putting either of you at risk." My response had stumbled out so fast that he could tell I was freaked out. He came over and kissed me and stood me up. He stripped me and said, "Baby you are so fucking hot. I don't think you did anything wrong. I think Jon was lucky to get to fuck you bareback." I leaned over, opened his shorts, got on my knees and sucked his cock. I wanted to make Cain happy and hopefully he wouldn't tell people about me barebacking with guys. After a few minutes, we went to the bedroom where he bent me over the bed, reached over and grabbed the lube and a condom, lubed us both and slid his cock inside me bareback. He had left the condom unopened. He said, "You're beautiful and I want to be one of the guys who fucks you bare." I pushed my ass back on him and started to fuck myself on his dick as he stood there. He eventually flipped me on my back and had me jerk off as he fucked me. After 10 minutes or so (not long for Cain), he asked me to cum because he wanted to unload inside me. I stroked faster and faster and came and Cain loved the tightening of my ass when I came shot his load in my ass. He said that was really hot. But also said I couldn't tell Abel. Cain was out of town for work and Abel and I grabbed a drink at the martini place (they are awesome martinis). Abel and I went back to my place after because he said he wanted to fuck me. I was always down to get his hot uncut 7.5" cock in my ass. On our walk, Abel said the same thing Cain had about Jon fucking me bareback. Abel was concerned for me. I said I get tested, etc, etc. He asked why I hadn't told them and I said it was because we always fuck with condoms so I didn't want them to judge me. Abel pushed me against a tree and kissed me. He said, "I won't judge you. Cain is the condom Nazi in our couple." I said, "You can fuck me bareback tonight if you want." He said that's what he wanted tonight and every time we fuck after. We got in my place and he fucked me bareback and came in me three times that night. I was in cumslut heaven. He said I shouldn't tell Cain. A month or so later, I was at their place cooking with Abel and waiting for Cain to get home. Cain called and said traffic is a bitch so Abel turned off the stove and said we have some time. He told me to suck his cock and I did. I loved his uncut 7.5" cock. I sucked it and got it all wet and sloppy because I knew he wanted to breed me before Cain got home. Abel turned me around and bent me over their kitchen island and slid his spit covered cock in my ass. He fucked me fast and hard. I knew I was getting the load soon and I was moaning and begging for him to cum in my ass. Abel exploded inside me and I came on the floor and the island. I was so turned on. Then we heard Cain's voice, "So you've been barebacking our friend too?" Cain came over and kissed Abel. Abel said yes. I slid to my knees and fished Cain's cock out of his pants and started to suck his thick 6.5" cock. Abel said, "Was he as easy to get raw for you as it was for me?" Cain said, "I bet he was." I alternated between their cocks, wanted to keep them in a good mood (there were knives out since we'd been cooking and I was afraid this could go sideways fast.) Abel's cock tasted like his cum mixed with my ass juice and Cain's was sweaty. They both fucked me again that night; spitroasting me most of the time and saying what a good slut I was. Whenever one of them was close, the other would make be beg for the load. We remained friends for a few years - they moved to California. I was frequently getting fucked by them and they subtly passed me around to their friends. They fucked around with all of their gay friends, so it was easy for me to hook up with those guys too. A lot of those guys were in open and closed relationships. I didn't care about their relationships anymore (that was their thing) and they all barebacked me. I loved being slutty for that group of guys. I see many of them around still and sometimes we still mess around, but I know they wouldn't spread rumors about me being a cumslut. Their circle isn't like that. More to come......

Epilogue My hole dripped cum for a whole day after Chuck, Chad, Johnny, Kevin, Wes, and a small host of other men who I didn’t know at the time were through with me. I accepted my transformation joyously and moved into the apartment the next week. From that point on I Chuck fucked me at least once a day, and Chad at least once a week. Johnny and I would take turns wrecking each other’s holes when we ran into each other on campus. The other guys I saw less frequently but still got railed by them often enough. I tested POZ a few months after moving in and by Christmas had gotten my own small biohazard tattoo on the front of my hip. I still met up with some of the bottom boys I had topped so regularly from time to time, some of them stopped calling after I got my tattoo, some though never asked about it and still took my loads happily. Towards the end of my senior year this sophomore who I had fucked a few times told me that he was looking for an apartment for the next school year. After I introduced him to Chuck the boy was never the same. He started out a sometimes bottom boy, and turned into a POZ cumwhore much like I had, but that’s his story to tell. As for me, now I’m living in New York City, and let’s just say I haven’t spent a day without at least one load in my hole in a very long time.