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I am a bottom, frequently going on and off my prep and travel the US, Canada, and the UK weekly for work. Would love to hear from you and hopefully meet up. Particularly if you are a poz top that likes to gift and convert. We can plan ahead to make sure my hole is ready for your gift. But today, I just wanted to say thank you to the guys who have taken their time and given us the stories on this site. You cant imagine how many loads (hundreds) I have unloaded reading your stories. Without amazing stories from folks like Pozpuppy, chi4loads, MackyJay, Rawdad4sons, Scorpion, vjohn90, Pigtoy, 1981virginia, logan43, newboy1689....and so many more....thank you, thank you, thank you. The literally gallons of cum that i have unloaded thinking of your creative and expressive stories has been amazing. It frustrates me a bit when guys complain or negatively comment on people's stories or get upset because they stop. WTF? But anyway..... you guys are amazing and thank you for sharing your gift. And for those of you willing to share with me your toxic gift. please get at me.

I was new here in town. I needed to get a physical exam for my new job so I asked around and one of my neighbors recommended I go see Dr. Kendrick, over on 10th. I called to make an appointment and a few days later I headed over there. Dr. K had an office right there in his home, a cozy-looking house set back from the street. Inside the front door was a small waiting area. A sign on the wall said to take a seat until I was called. After a few minutes a door opened. First, a young man about my age came out and hurried for the front door. I remember that his face was red and sweaty. Maybe he had seen the doctor because he had a fever. Next, Dr. K stepped into the waiting room and said, "You must be Larry. Larry Hicks? Come on into my exam room." I followed him into a bigger room. This one had a desk, a couple of chairs, cabinets and, in the middle of the floor, was a medical exam table. "Why don't you start getting undressed while we talk? You can leave your boxers and shirt on for now." So, I took off my socks and shoes along with my trousers, shirt and underwear and put them on one of the chairs. "Hop up on the table," he said, and tell me what I can do for you." As I explained my reason for the appointment he began making notes of our conversation. He asked my age, which was 19, and inquired about my medical and family history. All the while he poked and prodded me, working his way through the exam. Eventually the questions turned more personal. "So, are you sexually active, Larry?" I reddened a bit and said, "Not much. I've only done it a couple of times." "That's not a problem," he said. "Now...when you think about having sex...you know, when you get horny...do you mainly think of having sex with women or having sex with men?" Seeing the shocked expression on my face, he continued, "It makes no difference to me, young man. I just need to get a complete picture of your situation." "I don't know," I said, "I guess maybe I'm gay. I've only done it with two guys." "Well, if you're unsure, we can certainly help you figure that out. Do you like having your penis sucked?" I nodded. "Do you like it when a man puts his organ in your mouth? Do you like to pleasure him? Do you like him to ejaculate in your mouth? And do you swallow his semen?" Guiltily, I nodded "yes" to each question. "Well, at this point, I think it's safe to say that you are an homosexual." I blushed. "Now, as for anal sex...are you the insertive partner?" He glanced at me. "Hmmm! No! Probably not! So, you're the receptive partner, right?" My cheeks burned bright red and I could only look at the floor. So...you are what's commonly known as...."a bottom. In plain words...you accommodate the needs of other men. Excellent!" He smiled warmly! "Let's move on! Do you have any Sexually Transmitted Diseases? Herpes? Syphilis?" "No," I stammered. "Are you HIV-negative?" "Yes! I mean...I guess so." "Well," he said, "we have to be sure. We'll get you tested for everything. Then I can give you a clean bill of health." He did the pinprick and drew some blood. "Larry, I'm running a little behind. While we're waiting for your results, I'm going to put you in the next room. Bring your stuff. You can leave your boxers and shirt on for now." He ushered me through a doorway into the next room. "This actually is my bedroom," he said, and indeed, there was a large bed situated against one wall. "I use this as a second exam room when it gets busy. It's quiet and private. Have a seat there on the bed and make yourself comfortable. Mrs. Shaw is just stopping by to get her flu shot. It won't take long. I'll be back in about 10 minutes." He retreated to the first exam room and closed the door behind him. I sat down at the base of the bed and began to wait. In a few moments, I heard another patient enter the room next door and I could hear the murmur of their conversation. A few minutes later I could hear Mrs. Shaw departing. After a few more minutes, Dr. K came back into the bedroom. "Good news!" he said. "You're completely healthy. Your HIV test was negative. I hope you're not disappointed?" I was a bit confused. "What did you say?" He smiled back at me. "Oh, nothing...let's finish up the exam. You seemed a little unsure about your sexuality. You know...your preferences and needs. So, let's find out!" With that, he reached out and placed his palm against my chest as I sat there at the end of the bed. He pushed firmly, causing me to lie back on the bed cover. "I want to check your responses," he said as he began unbuttoning my shirt. When he was finished, the shirt fell open, exposing my chest and stomach. Without any warning, he reached out with both hands and used his fingers to firmly grasp my nipples. As he gave them a short but sharp twist, I moaned involuntarily, "Uhnh!" and my mouth remained open in an O-shape. My body reacted strangely in other ways as well. My back arched, pushing my chest towards the doctor's hands. Also, my knees jerked, pulling apart and upward towards my chest a bit. Dr. K stepped smoothly into the gap between my legs, thereby preventing them from closing. Dr. K's smile got bigger. "Well, well! That's interesting." He twisted the flesh trapped between his fingers once again and said, "When I apply pressure HERE, look what happens. Your legs spread apart and your mouth opens wide." And that's just what happened. As my legs parted, he pressed even closer to me. He leaned forward and placed his right hand on my face. Two fingers aggressively entered my mouth and started exploring. "This is VERY NICE," he said. "Even better than I had hoped for." I could only try to gurgle a response. Dr. K's voice remained kindly but his eyes seemed to harden somewhat as he looked down at me. "Raise your hips, Larry! Come on...haven't got all day! Let's get these off you." With that, I felt his free hand tug on my boxers. They slid off my hips and down my legs, finally brushing past my toes as they fell away to the floor. "There...that's better! You won't be needing them for a while." His fingers continued their rough invasion of my mouth and I felt his other hand cup my balls. He used his thumb to stroke the head of my dick in a circular motion. I response to his ministrations, I could feel my cock begin to lengthen and swell. "Your reflexes have proven exceptional," he announced. "Can you tell that your penis is becoming erect? And your nipples! My Lord,...we've already seen how responsive to stimulation they are." As if to prove the point, his hands descended on my nipples again, his fingers pincering them forcefully. I was helpless as my mouth opened again and my legs twitched further apart. Now, THREE fingers were jammed into my gaping mouth. "We've conclusively established that your sexual responses are HOMOSEXUAL! Now we should discuss your HIV status. I know that you tested negative this time, but it's well known that many gay men secretly regret being negative. For many reasons, every day, men like you choose to become HIV-positive. I imagine that you must have given it thought, haven't you?" With his digits swirling around inside my mouth, only garbled noises came out in response. "That's what I thought," he continued, as if I had somehow agreed with him. "Let's help you decide! Let's say you were gay...which you are. And you were a submissive bottom...which apparently you are. And your status is negative...which it is. And you desperately wanted to be HIV-positive instead." He now looked at me. "Is that right?" "Anngh! Gruhhh! Mmmpph!" He looked at me quizzically. "Does that mean, 'Yes'?" I tried to lurch upright, but his hand on my face kept me pinned to the bed. The doctor nodded, "See! I knew that deep down, you might want that for yourself. The question is...what can we do about it? Hmmm?" He stared at me. His eyes didn't seem very friendly any more. In fact, I felt like the doomed bird transfixed by the serpent's gaze. "Let's figure this out together. Here's a test for you. I just want you to answer honestly. Nobody's judging you here, ok?" Although the alarms in my head hadn't really stopped, I nodded my head. "Good! SO, let's say you come to me seeking my advice about becoming HIV-positive. I might ask you the following: "If you were to be helped in converting to a positive status, would you want to be infected, or 'assisted' if you prefer that word, by one man alone...or would you prefer to be infected by several men at once? Of course...you'd be in a sling for comfort." I was lying on the bed, unable to speak intelligibly and unable to sit up. My shoulders drooped in resignation. Maybe I should just play his game and see what happened. I gently prodded his fingers with my tongue. He got the hint and withdrew them so I could be understood. "I....I....," I whispered. He asked, "What?" As he leaned closer, his fingers gave each nipple a sharp little pinch. I gasped, "one man...ONE MAN!" He squeezed HARDER! "Say it ALL!" he commanded. Utterly under his control, I moaned, "I...I'd want...ONE MAN...one man to INFECT ME!" "I was hoping that's what you'd say. That's all you had to do, Larry...just ask!" I could hear his free hand fumbling with his belt. His other hand left my mouth and I heard the sound of a zipper being lowered followed by the whisper of his pants as he pushed them down. He cupped my balls again and my dick, no longer neglected, stiffened rapidly. Dr. K leaned over and covered my mouth with his. His tongue entered me, controlled me. "You don't have to be afraid, Larry! I'm going to take care of you. We're going to do this the right way, baby. His mouth trailed down my chest and belly. Upon reaching my cock, he engulfed it with his lips and began sucking up and down my shaft. Heavenly! Too quickly, he broke free and brought his face back up to mine. "You know...I've given many guys like you their first fuck...right here on this bed. And I given many guys their first condomless fuck...right here on this bed. In fact, I've given many men...men just like you, Larry... their first POZZING...right here on this bed! Pozzing...that means taking a man that is HIV-negative and introducing the active virus into his system, turning him HIV-positive. It's a privilege to be the one that helped you to understand your need to convert to positive like so many have done before you." He continued,"Nothing could be simpler, more natural and more normal than for two men to share their fluids like this, in order for the negative one to convert. Let me show you. "Open your mouth!" I didn't have a choice because his fingernails scratched across my nipples, making my mouth open. He leaned over me and slowly spit a few long gobs of saliva into my waiting orifice. "Now...Taste it!" I ran my tongue through his spit, letting his juices mingle with mine. "And Swallow it!" he ordered. I meekly complied. "See how natural that was?" I could feel the head of his dick bobbing around, pushing into my ball sac, leaving a trail of gooey precum wherever it touched. Suddenly, I felt warm liquid washing over my belly, running back down over my cock and balls onto the bed. "See, Baby! See how natural that is? How good my piss feels on you? I'm sharing that with you as well." My mind reeled with the thought that, by sharing his fluids, he was merging himself, his very DNA with me. ""The best comes last!" he hissed. His penis zeroed in on my hole. The head, still leaking precum, nudged a bare half inch into me, and stopped. "There!" he whispered. "I'm inside you and I've already left a tiny bit of fluid behind. A little HIV is already growing inside you. Do you want MORE?" All I could do was whimper! "You have to SAY IT!" he said. "YES!...I want more!" With that, he eased in and started up a slow steady pistoning motion. He growled, "You want my HIV? You want me to fuck my HIV into your neg pussy? SAY IT!" All the while his thrusts picked up speed and power. My voice got louder. "YES! Fuck me with your HIV! Make me positive! POZ ME!!" By now, he was banging into me furiously. "I want you to remember that someday....someday when you have AIDS...that it's MY AIDS inside you. I'm the one that infected you, put my virus in you. And YOU...you did what a Poz Bottom was supposed to do...you just SPREAD YOUR LEGS and BEGGED ME FOR IT!" He yelled as he began to blast his viral sperm deep within me. I could almost fell the bug attaching itself to my sensitive rectal walls, starting to grow. Dr. K rolled off of me and stood up. He bent over and gave my ass a loud smack. "I've probably knocked you up. I'm pretty potent because I don't take any HIV medications and my viral levels are always very high. Just to be safe, let's give you an appointment in 3 months so you can come in and get tested. My promise is that I'll keep fucking you until my virus has claimed you.

PARK CRUISE 　 PART 1 My divorce became final; then, I closed on my new condo. Of course, it was stocked with bits and pieces of furniture I had gathered together from an assortment of thrift stores and second hand shops. I didn’t care though. I had my freedom now. 　 No longer was I going to deny my sexual awareness and lust for men. Of course, my lust being tempered by the "gay cancer" that was running rampant through the country. Here I am thirty-six years old abandoning a fifteen-year marriage and setting out fresh in a new life. Yes, I had a huge amount of empathy for my ex. She just couldn’t understand how I couldn’t have known I was gay: That was her problem now to contemplate. 　 I had moved into my condo on Halloween. What a memory that makes. I searched the neighbourhood and found most of the places where I would shop and do business. I commenced to becoming a regular around the neighbourhood and started the hand waving, head bobbing, and just smiling that one does to those who are seen frequently. None of these people knew about my new quest in life which was to find men and have them fuck my mouth and ass. 　 Even now with my new life I on occasion let the memory of what precipitated my divorce flood into my brain. Len, my ex-wife’s younger brother, had promised to take care of me during the bachelor party for their sister. Len took care of me for sure. 　 Len was ten years younger than I. He stood eye to eye with me meaning he was 6 feet 3 inches tall, also. Len weighed 190 pounds to my 170. His dark brown eyes always sparkled with mischief as did my green eyes. His dark brown hair contrasted with my Irish red hair. And, that dark brown hair was everywhere on his body. My blondish red hair covered my body as well but it just didn’t make its presence known as well. 　 Len’s body hair was massive and thick as it covered his body. I was always amazed at how much hair he had and which he loved. Many times, he was told to shave but he always good naturedly would laugh and say he would catch a cold if he did that. I loved to see him during the summer months when he wore very little. I just didn’t realize why I loved seeing him. And, that’s a good thing, too, I suppose. 　 Well, Len and I went off to the bachelor party. It was held at a hotel that Len had arranged. The festivities went well. At one in the morning, Len and I saw the last of the revellers to their hotel rooms and went to our room. Upon entering, we found one bed and not the two that had been ordered. Len said let’s not get upset and just straighten the situation out when we woke up. That sounded reasonable to me at the moment. 　 The two of us began taking off our clothes. I admit that I stole a couple of furtive looks at Len. I saw his muscles flex and move as required to take off his clothes. I envied Len his handsome looks and all that dark brown hair that covered his body. We both finished at the same time. We each stood on opposite sides of the bed. Len grinned at me, lifted up the covers, and slid into bed. I stood for just a moment and did the same. 　 I had hesitated getting into bed as I was in somewhat of a shock at what I had seen. Len was wearing a white Bike jockstrap for underwear. The contrast of that white jock that ran through his dark brown hair was stunning. The huge bulge that I saw in the pouch was almost unnerving. I had not really thought about Len’s cock but had at some time decided that he had a nice cock but that was without any empirical evidence. 　 We lay there in stillness and silence and let sleep creep into us. My last thoughts were of my wife. I seemed to focus on her. As I dreamily thought of her, I began to get aroused noting that my 8-inch cut cock began to grow. I smiled. If I had been home with her, no doubt she would have found herself impaled on my cock as I rode her to completion. But, that night, there would be no such riding. At least not the riding that I was used to. 　 Sometime after we had gone to bed, I lazily realized that I was in that state of awareness yet not awake. I was on my left side. I felt a presence behind me pressing up against me. I gently moved backwards spooning my body into this other body. I then felt a hand grasping my cock which was obviously hard. This hand began to move very gently up and down my cock. I whispered a moan. Then, I felt kisses on the back of my neck as my cock was manipulated a little faster. I inhaled a slight breath of air. 　 I then awoke totally. I felt my neck being kissed but by someone with a stubble. My back pressed against a hairy flat chest as the hair pressed into my skin tickling me. The hand jacking my cock was big. LEN! It was Len who was pressed into my back, kissing me, and jacking my cock. Then, I felt a big pressure against my butt. Len’s cock was hard. 　 "Len," I whispered. 　 "Shhhhhhhhhhhhh," he hushed me. 　 I lay there feeling the kisses continue as Len continued jacking my hard cock. He attempted to move closer grinding his restrained cock into my butt cheeks as he did so. 　 "Len," I whispered again, "you need to stop." 　 "Shhhhhhhhhhhh," he hushed me again then said, "I’ve waited a long time for this . . . and so have you. All you have to do is take your hand, put it on mine, and remove my hand from your cock. If you do that, I’ll stop." 　 I lay there as Len continued to kiss the back of my neck and now began licking it. His hand felt so good as he massaged my cock. I continued to feel Len touching me with his lips, tongue, and hand. My eyes rolled upwards shortly thereafter, and I knew I would not remove Len’s hand. 　 PART 2 In short time, I was soon moaning quietly as Len continued to arouse me. I caught myself trembling as Len touched me. I pushed backwards into his body and began to reach behind me touching Len. I was conflicted on many levels: brother in-law; another man; arousal at a man’s touch; betrayal of my wife. I thought of these and more but waved them aside and pulled Len closer to me. 　 Len’s hand left my cock. I felt him fumbling between us. I at last realized he was releasing his cock from his jockstrap. His cock was wet from pre-cum. Len maneuvered his cock between us so that the shaft settled into the crack of my butt cheeks. He pressed hard and moaned deeply as he did so. The feeling was unreal . . . but welcomed. Instinctively, I pushed my butt backwards toward Len’s cock. I had no fight or argument now. I was a willing participant. 　 Len stepped up the attention and foreplay. His hand was everywhere on my body. He caressed my stomach, touched my nipples, stroked my face, traced my torso from my underarm to my hip, and finally began to pinch and squeeze my nipples before returning to once more begin jacking my fully erect and leaking cock. 　 I now had a light glaze of sweat covering my body as my libido grew in its intensity. Len no doubt sensed my abandonment of trying to stop him and increased his kissing and licking as well as his hand wandering all over my body raising my sensitivity level ever higher. He also increased his pressing his girthy wet cock into my butt cheeks which I now wanted to feel more of making me to push backwards. 　 "I’m going to fuck you, Jack. I’m going to fuck your ass so good and fill it with my thick cum load," Len whispered in my ear as he continued to kiss and lick my neck. "You want me to fuck you. Jack, tell me you want me to fuck you and fill your ass with my cum." 　 I heard the words. I recognized every one of the words. I knew the definition of each word. Yet, in my state of mind and arousal, I couldn’t swear that I even knew English as a language let alone understand what a message spoken in English meant while I was in the midst of such an unknown and totally foreign activity as I was. My mind focused on how my body and psyche were feeling at Len’s touch. 　 "Jack, I’m going to fuck you and fill your ass with a big load of my cum. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you and fill your ass," Len said almost in a menacingly tone as his hands inflicted sharp but brief points of emphasis by pinching me in several places. 　 My brain gathered its reasoning power and processed the words I had heard. There was no hesitancy on my part when I said, "Yes, Len. Fuck me. Fuck me now. Fill my ass with your cum load and fuck me some more. Don’t stop fucking me. And, don’t let me stop you." 　 Len grabbed my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard as he bit my neck. It hurt like crazy, yet, I restrained myself from yelling. It was a mating ritual I accepted. 　 Len released me, tossed back the covers raised up off the bed and ripped off his white jock. I stood by the bed and rid myself of my boxers. The two of us looked at each other in the dimmest of light that came in the room from around the curtain. We both were breathing heavily. 　 Len lowered himself back onto the bed resting on his back. I climbed onto the bed and straddled him as if I had been doing so for years. Somehow, I instinctively sat astride his hips as I moved his cock up from his body and let it rest on my backside. My mind began screaming as I had now touched his cock and knew how massive it felt. I had no clue how my ass could ever take his cock but take it I had to now. 　 I leaned forward cupping my hands behind Len’s neck. I leaned down and kissed him on the lips. Our tongues met and twirled around each other as we began our quest for completion. Len’s hands roamed all over my body once more sending shivers throughout me. At long last, I felt Len’s hand attempt to reach his cock. I stopped kissing him and pulled myself slightly upright as I moved my hand to my mouth. I dropped a great deal of spit on my fingertips which I moved to my ass wetting it as best as I could. 　 Len’s cock was taut from being so strained from arousal. Once more I doubted that I would be able to take his cock in my ass. I felt his cock in my hand and moved myself and his cock until at last I felt the sticky pre-cum coated head touching my hole. I held his cock firmly as I moved about adjusting myself. When I thought I was on target, I gritted my teeth and gave a quick backwards jerk of my ass. POP! 　 To say that I needed to scream and almost passed out is so very much an understatement. Immediately, I tried to move upwards to pull Len’s cock’s head out of my ass, but he had other plans. Len knew what would happen and was prepared to stop me. I was aware of his legs raising up so that his feet were planted on the mattress. At the same time that I was trying to pull off his cock, my hands went to my mouth covering it to stifle the scream I was attempting. This left Len with the leverage he needed. 　 Len grabbed my hips firmly and pulled me downward onto his blood-engorged mighty phallus of his manhood. The searing and burning pain raced through my body with each additional downward jerk as more and more Len impaled me onto his weapon of ass destruction. The pain was the worst I had ever felt, yet, I began to steel myself to accept it and soon did so. I was weak by the time I accepted the mighty invasion of my ass. I was covered in sweat from agony. 　 My hands slid away from my mouth and came to rest on Len’s chest as I leaned forward slightly over him. My ass was screaming and on fire. The fire I felt was burning away all that I had denied until now. My eyes were closed as I envisioned myself and re-lived what I had just experienced and tried to focus on what was about to happen. 　 Len decided to get my attention and did so by flexing his cock that was so adeptly planted in my now willing ass. My head jerked upright, and I gurgled a scream. Len’s commanding hands kept me impaled firmly on his blockbuster whopper. I thrashed about in excruciating pain as pitiful moans and whimpers escaped my lips. My mind was racing at what I was doing yet I could not stop. I didn’t know why but I had to experience this wherever it led. 　 PART 3 Len began softly and soothingly to talk to me. I heard his words of encouragement as the pain in my ass abated and the burning flickered lower. My head turned to face Len with conflicted eyes still reflecting the pain I had felt. I could just see his face. He was smiling as he now lessened his vise-like grip on my waist. 　 "See? It’s not that bad now. It’s going to get a lot better, and you’re going to beg me for more," Len whispered as he rubbed my thighs. Each time that he flexed his cock I winced and shook. "I’ve waited a long time for this. All you have to do now is to ride my cock and learn how much you love being fucked by me. And, when I blow my load in your ass, you’re going to have your mind blown away when you realize how much you love that feeling. You’re going to want more—lot’s more. Come on brother in-law; get your ass moving up and down on that big 9 inches of cock of mine. I want to hear that first moan that you make and know you are hooked on my big cock, and I can fuck you any time I want." 　 What the hell was happening to me? How did I get harpooned with Len’s cock? Why wasn’t I pulling myself up off his turgid cock? Why wasn’t I punching Len? Why had I stifled my screams when my ass was slammed down onto Len’s cock? Why wasn’t I protesting and stopping this? Why had I not fought harder to get away? These questions raced through my mind as I looked down at Len whom I could see from only the small amount of light coming in from around the drapery. 　 Some strength had returned to me as I had sat listening to Len and pondering my questions. I reached my hands out, and Len took them. I looked at him and then looked down at my own cock in the dim light. It struck me odd that despite being skewered onto a man’s cock my own cock was straining with lust and excitement. 　 My eyes returned to gaze at Len. Slowly, ever so slowly, I began to raise my ass upwards allowing Len’s gargantuan cock to slide out of my ass in small jerks. Shots of pain returned. Our hands grasped together tightly as an audible gasp escaped my lips. I rose up about 3 or 4 inches before beginning to slide down on Len’s cock again. I was gasping for air by the time I had re-taken all of his cock in my ass. My entire body shook at the sensation. 　 "Yeah, BJ, that’s the way to do it!" Len excitedly whispered. "Get that ass up higher on my cock this time. I’ll let you know when to start back down. I won’t let you pull off. Just a couple of more full-length strokes and you’ll be a pro at it!" 　 Again, I raised my body up off Len. This time was a smoother trip. As the head of Len’s cock neared my sphincter, Len told me to stop and slide back down onto his cock. I was panting now as a light coating of sweat had broken out all over my body. I eased myself back down onto Len’s rigid manhood. My heart was pounding in my ears with my excitement. Three, four, five, six times more I raised myself up and lowered myself down spearing my ass with his bloated fat cock. As I lowered myself the sixth time, my brain was swimming in ecstatic sensation of desire. I heard myself moan as each of his nine inches entered me. Len heard my moans also. 　 PART 4 　 Len whispered to me, "Good boy. Now start bouncing harder and faster. Make it feel even better." I started to pick up the pace. Up and down I rode his hard rod of steel. He impaled me so deep and I felt so full. His rigid tool was starting to really feel good as my ass opened more and more to his cock. My prostate was being rubbed harder and harder and I was moaning in exstacy now. My own cock was harder than I think it had ever been. I could not fathom the pleasure I was receiving. Len was moaning his pleasure now also. I could literally feel him getting harder and harder now. He was telling me, "take it Jack. Feel how good it is. I just knew you would love this. I'm getting closer to filling your ass full of my hot cum." I did my best to increase my speed even more, rising and falling down. Impaling my ass as deep as possible. I wanted every inch of that pole in me as far as possible. Len was now thrusting up as I came down on him, too, impaling me deep. His hands then grabbed me and another few hard strokes and he jammed upwards as I came down in one final smashing blow and I felt his cock expand and start to throb in me. I could feel his hot cum filling me up and heating my insides and then I erupted also, spewing my cum all over his chest. He ground into me and then rolled us over onto our sides, holding me close and keeping his still throbbing cock in me. We laid there in a pool of our sweat for what seemed like hours, but was really only about 10 minutes and then his cock slowly slid out of me as he went limp. My mind was completely befuddled by what had happened. Then we both fell asleep in each others arms. 　 　 PART 5 Several hours later I woke up, the sun shining outside, and my ass on fire. As I came around more, I felt the movement and Len was again in me and slowly fucking me. As I turned my head to look at him, he smiled and said, "It's about time you woke up. I have been in you for almost a half hour now and I am about ready to burst another load deep in your sweet ass, but I wanted to see your expression as you got another load of my hot cum in you." He then picked up his pace, faster and harder, and I found myself moaning with pleasure. I told him, "Go, go, pound my hole. Fill me up. I want to feel you erupt in me again." He told me to get ready, "Here it comes." Len pounde my hole really hard about 4 more thrusts and then I felt his cock expand and start to throb as he spilled his hot cum deep inside my sheath and then my own cock erupted again. Both of our bodies shook with the force of our ejaculations and then we lay in each others arms, kissing and caressing our bodies while we came down from our sexual high.

I was talkin to an alpha bull online recently who wanted to gang rape me with his buddies so fuckin rough and loud that the police get called so he could try to whore me out to em for having to come out and check on me..... got me thinkin of when i was 16 and i was at a rest stop back by the semis cruising for dick when a state patrol officer pulled in and asked why i was back there, he looked at my license N asked me to step outta the car N said he was gonna search it, he put me in cuffs N looked thru the car, he found a duffle i had condoms, lube N porn mags in, looked at me and threw it back in my trunk N said we both know what u were doin back here, he started grabbin his dick thru his uniform.... he said i had 2 choices, he arrests me for prostitution or we take a walk in the woods N work something out.... just as we got into the woods he told me to get on ur fuckin knees faggot! He told me i was gonna get what i wanted as he unzipped his pants N pulled his thick fuckin dick out. He left me in the cuffs N grabbed the back of my head and made me look in his eyes while he raped my throat so fuckin hard it felt like id pass out! He never let up till i swallowed 2 loads from him then he uncuffed me, spit in my face N walked towards his car. He saw a trucker who was watching N told him theres a faggot back there takin loads if u wanna rape the bitch... he got in his car N drove off and the trucker grabbed me and put me on a picnic table in the open N slammed his raw cock balls deep in me! He held me down by the neck as he raped me till another trucker walked up N held me down, by the time he bred me 3 guys had busted in my throat N another was about to rape my ass. Before he slammed into me he said he can either poz rape me in his sleeper so i dont get passed around all night or he can poz rape me right there till more guys line up.... he said its ur choice u fuckin whore, either way my fuckin poz seed is gonna be in ur pussy when im done with u! He made me beg him to rape and poz me in his sleeper b4 he drug me to his truck. He slammed the door behind us as we got in his semi N pushed me towards the bed, tellin me to get face down and spread ur fuckin legs whore! He stripped N shoved his fingers inside me as he stroked his dick askin me how old i was, i said 16 and begged him to use a condom.... he said he almost feels bad pozzing me but thats what happens to fuckin whores who beg for it and he slammed into me! He fuckin raped 3 loads into me as i lied there motionless takin it till he pulled out of me N said get the fuck outta my truck u nasty bitch! i got in my car and called a fuck buddy who was a doctor and told him what happened, he said to come over and he will give me a post exposure RX, when i walked in he was rock hard from what i told him happened and he fucked me on the floor of his entryway telling me 1 more poz load isnt gonna matter with all the seed inside me!! It was the first time he fucked me raw and the 1st time he told me he was poz! He unloaded in me, got up N tossed the RX's on the floor by me N told me i gotta go cause he had some 20yo neg pussyboy on the way over N he was gonna stealth the bitch and knock him up! I got hard as fuck as i passed him in the hall as i walked to the elevator knowin what was about to happen to him!

Just finished my first official professional adult film shoot. My hole is trashed,sloppy, achy and leaking come and Lube from the fucking and fisting by the two-legged stallion that topped me. The smile on my face is wide and the smile on my soul is even wider.

I was in the hospital for routine sinus surgery. I was in the screened-off area where patients are prepped. The nurses had finally finished the lengthy preparations. I lay on the gurney, naked except for the flimsy johnnie they had provided. The curtain parted and in walked two men. The first one had on a white coat and a name tag that identified him as "Dr. Graham." "Hello!" He said, "I'm Dr. Graham and I'll be the anesthetist for your procedure." He went on to explain that he would lightly sedate me now and then, in a half hour, I would be brought into the surgical suite. There, he would put me under completely. After the operation was finished, I would be brought back to the waiting area until I had fully recovered from the anesthetic. After that, if all was well, I could go home. The other guy was pretty young. Mid-20's maybe. Pretty good looking, too! He kept looking at me with a funny expression. I might have been mistaken, but I'm pretty sure that he winked at me! "Hi, my name's Davey! he said. "I'm your attendant. After you drift off, I'll be staying here with you until it's time to go into the O.R.. When you wake up afterwards, I'll be around in case you need anything." With that, they got down to business. After they put a drip into my arm, they plugged in a sedative and asked me to count backwards from 100. I remember getting to about 92 before I went under. Next, I remember coming awake and feeling confused. Was this what recovering up from surgery felt like? I noticed things that, at first, didn't make sense. It felt like my legs were up in the air, spread apart . I could feel the weight of...was that a person?...rhythmically pushing into the back of my thighs! And something was bumping into my butt. It felt strange down there. Was I losing bowel control or what? Still groggy, I opened my eyes. A man had my legs propped up on his shoulders while he rocked back and forth against me. He was wearing a surgical mask so I couldn't see his face but I could hear him breathing raggedly and grunting quietly in time with his thrusting motions. I knew I must be hallucinating, but I swear that it felt like he was FUCKING ME! I must admit...it felt GREAT, even if it wasn't for real. The only other things I recall was that he had 2 tattoos. The first, some kind of Celtic design, circled his left wrist. His torso was bared. He had pulled his shirt up to get it out of his way. Right there on the right side of his chest was a large black biohazard symbol! Great! My imaginary lover was HIV-positive, maybe even had full-blown AIDS. I couldn't move really, but I managed to croak, "What...?" The man looked quickly down at me. He didn't seem surprised or alarmed and his slow, steady pistoning cock didn't miss a beat. He whispered to me, "Sorry! You were meant to be asleep. Let me just increase the sedative drip for you. Rest now!" Immediately, as I began to drift off again, I thought I felt him shudder and from a distance I heard his voice say, "I'm cumming!" The next thing that I recall was the nurse in the Recovery Room waking me up. It took a while, but the world came back into focus. They told me the surgery had gone well and left me to rest up and regain my energy. All of a sudden, I remembered that strange dream. Wow! Getting pozzed in a hospital! What a hoot! Since it couldn't possibly have been real, I didn't feel upset. In fact, now the whole thing seemed like a really hot scene! Hospital or not, I began to feel a little horny! Just then a voice interrupted my thoughts. "Hey! How're you feeling, sport?" It was Davey, the attendant. Given my sexed up state of mind, I decided he was looking pretty good. I wondered what he might be like in bed. He said, "I'll be around for a while. Just holler if I can get you anything." It was then that I noticed the striking tattoo on his left wrist. My heart jumped as I stared at it. He had the same tat as the mystery man that pumped me full of his virus had in my "hallucination!" As I looked up into his eyes, he winked at me and said, "Welcome to the CLUB, Sport!

Saturday night the bb RT party ad for a dungeon fuck party had over 100 people respond. I got there at 9 PM when the party started, there were already about 30 people there. I went downstairs and there was a beautiful man being fucked in a sling by the host, he was in great shape with beautiful tan skin black hair and a beard. I watched for a while. The host had to leave for a bit and I stepped in and fucked this beautiful muscle man until I shot my load up his ass. I took some time to walk around, The number of people there kept increasing. After about 30 minutes I spied Chris, he's about 5' 7" lean wearing a jockstrap. He was bent over the bed being fucked, the guy fucking him stepped away and I stepped in. I hadn't fucked him in a while, it was nice to be deep inside of him again. I flipped him over onto his back so I could stare into his eyes as I fucked him after about 20 minutes I shot deep inside him. I took a longer break this time, when I went back downstairs I joined groups of guys took turns fucking a few of them then I ran into a friend. We started kissing, I led him to the bed and started to eat his ass. I came up and entered his beautiful tight hole, I fucked him for a while. Another guy wanted a shot at his hole so I stepped aside. As I looked around I saw Chris again and began to fuck him. Something about this guy just does it for me, he got my third and final load of the night. It was a great party with about 70 guys there

Honolulu, HI - A resourceful Uber driver drove and escorted me to a secluded cruisy area near Diamond Head when I asked where I could lay out nude and accommodate passersby. He stood by and watched while I spread out my towel, got naked and took out my sunscreen and lube, and offered to lotion my back for me (which included my buns), then automatically squirt my crack with lube, working it into my hole with his fingers. (‘Here ... you’ll need some of this for sure.”) I thanked him for his kindness and offered my hole for his use. Although no one seemed at first to be around, he was very vocal while fucking me, and we were immediately surrounded by three other men who watched and masturbated their exposed erections. After he came in me, he whispered in my ear, ‘You’ll do fine - have a good time’ and told the others, ‘He’s all yours, guys’ on his way back to his car. It turned out to be quite a popular area and I was thoroughly used throughout the morning ...

Today this building security guy I know had an empty flat. He asked me to take his load as well as that of his friend, about whom he wouldn't tell me much. I agreed, arriving at the flat at 1:15. The two of them tagged teamed my hole, the security guard breeding me first, then his friend, a hot young Asian guy with a nice thick seven inch cock. Then the security guard pushed his BBC back in and gave me his second load after a really rough fucking. Afterwards I was high as fuck on real poppers and dripping cum.

This is so well-written I had to bump it because it says so much of what I would say. The only thing it omits, that others have emphasized, is the importance of the audience factor. My awareness of all the eyes looking hungrily upon my naked body sharpens two senses in my mind. As they watch me in receptive coitus, I know that many if not most of them consider me submissive, a man to be taken, dominated and used by them, violated in intimate ways without consultation or consequence, and my humiliation is deep and rich. But so is my pride, because I know that I am the object of desire, and when each cock enters me, and its owner exclaims at the pleasure I provide him, I am exhilarated. Men enjoy watching me be fucked by other men; they have even gone so far as to light up my face so they can see my expressions in a dark campground. When I become the vessel that ChainedBoy describes, my humiliation and my pride mix together within me like the many loads churning inside me as each new cock mixes them and adds more.

Let's face it. Most gays shop for a mate based on looks and sexual compatibility. Looks fade and, after you've been in a relationship for a while, sex is oftentimes no longer exciting or what's keeping you together. What holds you together then? It's probably the fact that you've grown to love the person you're with (flaws and all). Most of us never get to that point because we are too focused on what he must look like, sex, what he must have and what friends and families will think etc. It's no wonder most relationships fail - we put entirely too much pressure on them to be perfect. And on top of that, we expect our potential mates to accept us the way we are, while we are constantly telling them what they must do to keep us happy. I think men of a certain age should look for companionship first. Find people who have similar interests and invest time in getting to know them. If someone has to be your idea of a sexual god before you will even allow them to speak to you, then guess what? You're probably going to be alone. That doesn't mean you have to date an ogre, but let's be truthful here. If what you wanted was easy to have, you'd probably have it, right? And I do believe if you present only the sexual side of yourself to the world, then that's all people will focus on. Your worth to them will only be based on if they find you sexually attractive. Understand that if you really do decide to invest in getting to know people, you are not going to hit the jackpot the first few times you play the love lottery. And by the way, there is nothing wrong with having a "list" of your deal breakers. If that list is too long (more than four or five things), then you probably need to take a long look at why it's so long. We make life so complicated sometimes. I've stopped trying to get people interested in me. You either are or you aren't. And I've starting loving the people who love me back.

I was cruising BBRT last night when I received a message from a guy who was visiting town and was at a nearby hotel. No pics but he said he had a nice hard cock that needed a hole for release. I said why not and headed over. Once at hotel I knocked on door he let me in. The lights were off and the guy was wearing one of those German shepherd dog masks. Closing the door, he pushed me to my knees and skull-fucked my face. After some time he was rock hard and slick with my drool. He pulled me up pushed me over the edge of the bed, pulled my pants off and then roughly fingered my ass with some lube, after which he drove his big cock in balls-deep. Guess I made too much noise from the shock of the sudden invasion so he pulled out a ball gag from somewhere and soon I was gagged. He roughly plowed me for probably 30 minutes until I felt him unleash his load deep up my ass. He then pulled out made me clean his cock, I got dressed and left. Hope he comes back to town soon!

I couldn't resist his hot mouth as he worked my cock with an expertise that had me blowing my load down his throat in no time. After he cleaned my cock off I looked down at him and let him know that we needed to talk. After my son had finished sucking a load out of my cock he disappeared into the bedroom as I finished drying off. I walked naked into the bedroom to find him lighting up my Tina pipe as I slowly walked across the room to join him on the bed. He took a couple big hits and handed the pipe to me. I followed his lead and took a could hits of my own. I asked him how long he knew. The question had a double meaning, one was about his own sexuality and the second was about his knowledge of mine. He answered both meaning by telling me he knew about my being gay from his mother’s conversations with her friends. Sean knew about his being gay since he was 13 when he was abused by one of my ex’s boyfriends who got Sean to suck his cock while his mom was at work and unavailable to take care of his needs. He went on to tell me that he found my pipe and stash when he was snooping around the apartment one afternoon and knew that we’d get along just fine. He also told me that he wanted me to take his cherry and breed him. I cautiously told him he may not want that from me only to be told as he took another hit from the pipe that he knew exactly what he was asking me. I looked into his eyes and knew he knew what he was asking. As I kissed him he wrapped his arms around me as he lay back and allowed me to climb on top of his slim frame. It didn't take me long to respond as my cock began to harden again. As we kissed he looked me in the eyes and almost pleaded me to seed him but not before he pulled out a couple points from under a pillow as he asked me to slam him up and use him all weekend. I didn't ask him anything more. As I prepped a point for him (and one for me) I explained how to prepare a point. I then asked him if he’d like to meet some of my friends. He shook his head yes and asked if I might take him to the local baths as well that weekend. A smile came to his face as I had his point in hand. I fixed the tourniquet on his arm and looked for a good vein. Sean watched as I explained to him how to administer. I stuck the point in his arm and drew back to register a flash of blood to make sure I was in the vein. I then emptied the contents into his arm and pulled the tourniquet from his arm and watched his reaction. Sean coughed out hard as the slam hit him hard. I prepped a good strong one for his fist slam. Sean began to suck me hardening cock as I applied the tourniquet to my arm. He had my hard 8” down his throat as I registered the flash and emptied the slam into my own arm. I pulled the tourniquet and coughed out as Sean was eagerly swallowing my cock. I flipped us around so Sean could continue sucking my cock while I began to rim his eager ass. He couldn't keep my cock in his mouth as he began to uncontrollably moan. I continued to lick his sweet tasting ass as he moaned and began to beg for me to fuck him. I wasn't one to disappoint my boy and flipped him on his back as I placed his calves on my shoulders. I placed my semi-slick cock with his semi-wet hole and began to push my way inside as I kissed Sean. As our kiss broke Sean looked up at my with a slight look of anguish and pain in his eyes. I continued to work my cock into his hole letting him know that that was all the lube he was going to get as I set to fuck away his cherry. As I began to bottom out balls deep inside my boy’s hole I grabbed the pipe and light the torch. I let Sean know that we were going to shotgun this hit and he was eager to try. I began to draw back a very big hit of Tina and then sealed my mouth over my boy’s as I exhaled the smoke into his lungs which Sean returned the smoke to my own lungs. The exchange went back and forth several times until we both were in need of oxygen. After a good shotgun Sean seemed to be more at ease as I began to fuck at his tight hole. I fucked away at Sean’s hole I could tell I was tearing him up a little bit, not too much, but just enough to be sure his hole would be more accepting to my poz seed. I could see it in Sean’s eyes that he was enjoying his first fuck and it didn't take long until I was really giving him a pounding he was beginning for when I couldn't’t hold back any longer and blew my poz seed inside his neg cunt.

Definitely this. Even if in a gangbang situation, my mind is on the cock inside me and the man attached to it; he has my undivided attention. For this reason I actually don't much like getting spit-roasted or having a cock in each hand while getting reamed - I aim to use my ass as masterfully as possible to leave that Top feeling that he just had the top-shelf fuck that he deserved. That way, the question of whether I'm a slut, or a whore, or public property doesn't really matter - all he will remember is that my ass was good enough that he'll want to tap it again.

5. Trophies “You fuckin’ idiot!” He heard a voice from far away. He coughed, threw his hands up to his throat. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You trying to kill him before he even does the job?” He heard the same far away voice, incredulous, like it was shouted in a long, echoing tunnel. Chris rasped in several breath before he trusted he was breathing again. He sat up in bed naked, still high as fuck, but was alone in the master bedroom. The men had left him, and sounded like they were downstairs arguing. “So I got carried away,” he heard Polanski trying to defend himself. “You get carried away. Look at the way you offed the Bailey family. One by one, Brody. One by one. You ain’t no Saint Sanity when you get worked up. How many pieces’ that Tony kid in now? How many fingers did you cut off, how many ears, and whatever, before you just went and slit their throats? That wasn’t just for the old man’s benefit and you know it. You liked it! You was enjoying yourself.” Chris was trying unsuccessfully to process the evening. How much time had passed since he blacked out? Johnny Carson was on TV doing his opening monologue. It couldn’t have been that long. Still flying, not a lot of things made sense. Then, like someone had flipped a light switch, the pieces of the night fit. The last he’d heard on the television news, the sewer pipe, the two cons, they were right here. Chris crawled off the bed. On hands and knees he crept to the staircase to observe the men. They were in their boxers again. “Listen, you dumb shit. That was to get the dirty cop to squeal where he stashed it. It worked, didn’t it?” Bailey, Don, Brody, whatever his name was, he was no cop. He smacked Polanski in his forehead. “Think, dumb shit. Be smart.” Then he said in a low voice, “If you want to snuff the kid, wait till he brings out the stash, then you can have all the sick motherfuckin’ fun you want. But you almost fucked up what was pretty complicated set up to begin with. Drax would have had both us skinned alive, and I do mean skinned! We seen him do it to that poor fuck Jackson.” Polanski shivered. “So what now?” he said, starting to pace nervously around the room. “So now you go up, and hope the kid recovers. Then you beg him to forgive you, hope he ain’t dead or damaged, and will still do the job for us. You kiss his ass, suck his cock, and do whatever it takes.” “We gonna be straight with him?” “We gotta, but he don’t need to know everything. I’ll do the talking. He’ll trust me more than you, but you gotta make it up to him. Be his pal. You been a mean fuck ever since we busted in on him. Play nice.” They both looked up the staircase. Chris ducked back quickly in the dark hallway. He scurried back to the bedroom, got on the bed, and played possum on his side as the men came back into the room. Polanski got on the bed and shook his shoulder. “Hey, kid,” he said, “kid, you still with us?” Chris faked like he was stirring, throwing his hands to his neck like someone was choking him and sat up in panic. “Nah, nah, you’re okay,” Polanski said nervously. “Things just got a little out of hand, but you’re okay now. Man, I sure am high. How ‘bout you?” “Yeah,” Chris said hoarsely. “You were choking me.” He shoved Polanski away with both hands. “Yeah, nah, I was just playin’, but like Brody knows, I sometimes get carried away. I play too rough.” “Brody?” Chris asked confused. “Ah, geez,” Brody, as Polanski now called him, sighed and put his head in his hand. He sat down on the other side of the bed and put his hand on Chris’ back. “Yeah, we gotta come clean with you kid. We ain’t no cops.” “What?” Chris said in disbelief. “If you’re not the cops, who are you?” Brody laid out it out for Chris. “Nicky and I are ex-cons. We were just released from upstate after doing our time. And the first thing we do is we come pay a visit to the guy who set us up, the crooked cop who lives here. He’d been skimming money off the top for years from the man we work for. A Mister Jones.” “Mr. Jones?” “Well, that ain’t his real name, but better you don’t know.” Brody went on with his story with Chris pretending to hang on every word. “So the dirty cop’s family is away, okay? So we bust in on him. We had to get pretty rough with him, but he finally admitted that he did a bad thing and that he had the money squirreled away in the house, in the duct work. So Mr. Jones instructs us to use Bailey’s uniform and police stuff to get you to come out to Flushing to help us get the stash. Seems like he had his little kid go deep in the ducts and hide the goods where big guys like us can’t get to it, so the only way to get it is for a little guy like you to get it for us. You’re like part of our gang now.” “Did you kill Manetti,” asked Chris, honestly fearing the answer. “Nah,” Brody said. “He hadda done it himself. You seen the place was chained from the inside. Mr. Jones used that as an excuse for us to show up.” “Yeah, and I’m real sorry. I was playing too hard. But it’s ‘cause I like you. I think you’re really sexy and hot for a little skinny guy, and I got a thing for breath control. It’s just a thing I got.” “Yeah,” said Brody, “and it looked like you maybe got a thing for it too now by how much you came all over me.” “Yeah, I don’t think I like it,” Chris said, rubbing his neck. “Nah, nah,” said Polanski. “Not a lot of guys do, and if you, I mean you, me and Brody ever was to, you know, go at it again, and I hope we do, ‘cause the dirty cop ain’t coming back anytime soon,” he said darkly, “so maybe, once we get the stash, maybe we can mess around again, if you want, but only if you want.” “And no choking,” Brody added, running his hand up and down Chris’ back. “Just fun stuff. I like you too. You’ve got a hot little hole like I rarely seen, and a real sexy little bubble butt, which if we didn’t have a job to do, I could right now, cause I’m still horny, right now fuck you again.” It was true. Both men were getting a rise in their shorts. “Yeah,” said Polanski, getting back to business. “But we gotta finish the job, right Brody?” “Nah, you’re right Nicky. So, kiddo, what you say? You part of our gang, help us pull out the money? Then we get back here,” Brody padded the bed, “and we go at it for round two?” “You’d let me be part of your gang?” Chris asked. Both men nodded. “Would I get some of the money?” Polanski raised a brow and looked at Brody. Brody gave him a look back and said to Chris, “Sure, sure. Being in the gang means you get a cut. But we have to give most of it back to Mr. Jones. You understand that, right?” “I guess. I never been in a gang before. And then we can get back here and have more sex? Cause right up till the choking, I really liked it. I never been double fucked before. I guess this’ll be night of firsts.” There was so much untruth dripping all around, as they all looked at each other they all knew they were full of shit, but had to buy it to keep up the ruse.“So let’s do this,” said Chris. They went downstairs and out to the garage. The men’s tools were laid out on the floor near a vent next to the washing machine. The grate was off. Brody gave Chris a small flashlight and a map of the ductwork maze where the cop had his son hide the money. Chris got down on his hands and knees and crawled inside. Even for him it was a tight fit. The two men leered as his ass scuttled away from them. Brody said, shining his flashlight on Chris’ butt admiringly, “Let’s get this done quickly ‘cause I gotta have some of that pretty pussy again.” “Yeah, boy,” Polanski called through the duct, “Taking both our kielbasas means you’re ready for another game I like even better than choking called fisting.” Brody hit Polanski on his forehead again, but Chris had already rounded his first corner and his head was busy sorting through his options. All that stuff his brother had told him came back. Plan B. Look for a way out. They were going to kill him, he was certain of that, so how was he going to make an escape. Here he was, naked crawling through ductwork. If he manage to get out he’d be running down the street naked yelling for help. Well, that was the least of his problems. From the moment both of the men had their hands on him, he felt they were never going to let him out of their site even for one second. Except now. It had to be now or never. Looking at the map there was one tunnel that led to the HVAC system’s main unit in the basement. If he got down to there, he might be able to crawl out one of the basement windows. He scurried the direction he was sure was the route to the basement. It didn’t take him long but once he got down to the basement level he found the only vent into the room was sealed with a grate. He stomped his foot at it. It didn’t budge. He tried again and again, making an awful racket. Brody shouted into the vent what was the matter? He kick against the grate with all his might and it popped off. Nothing, he shouted back. He saw a rat and had to scare it away. He slipped out of the vent and landed on the cold cement. The floor was kind of sticky and slippery. In the dim room he saw the basement windows glowing from the outside streetlights. He went over to one of the windows and unlatched it. It was a lot narrower than he thought, only about six inches high. He was small but not that narrow. Plan B. He walked over to the staircase and again felt the floor was slick and sticky. Once he climbed to the top of the stairs he tried to open the basement door but it was bolted. There wasn’t a latch he could open. A key had to be used to open the door on either side. There must be a key down here somewhere. He felt around for the light switch and flipped it on. The basement was a horror show! Four bodies in various stages of dismemberment were tied to metal folding chairs all facing each other. They were all naked. A blond woman with several knife wounds on various parts of her body was nearest to the stairs. The crooked cop, the one Chris now recognized from the Disney photo, was as big as Brody, was tied up next to her. His neck was sliced ear to ear. Most of the floor’s blood looked to be his, although each family member contributed to the gore. The oldest boy was the one Polanski had talked about. Three of his fingers on his left hand and all the fingers on his right were clipped by garden sheers lying bloodied on the ground. His neck was also sliced. But what was done to the little kid that freaked him out the most, caused him to give up on this particular plan B, of getting out through the basement. As Chris got back into the vent he tried to un-see what he’d seen. The kid he was so envious of? No one deserved a fate like that. In the dark, he follow the map again. He tried to keep his mind on the task at hand, but he kept seeing the kid’s agonized face. Both ears had been clipped, his blond hair matted in red blood. In his mouth, his ears peeked out. As Chris got close to his goal, where there was an X on the map, one glimpse, one flash he tried to push away, but couldn’t: the imprinted image of kid’s bloody crotch. His eyes refused to focus on the particulars of where the blood had come from. He didn’t need to. He knew. Then there, in front of him, was the black briefcase. What kind of psychopaths was he dealing with? What reason could they have to produce such a nightmare? He flipped the clasps and opened it in the narrow vent. Stacks of hundreds neatly lined the case. He was no math wiz, but a quick count of rows times columns times ten stacks deep. The crooks had two million reasons. There was a banging on the metal, and Brody shouted what was taking so long. While he gazed at the money, he shouted he’d gotten to a dead end and got lost. He closed the clasps and turned around in the vent. He added that the map wasn’t accurate but he’d found the briefcase. He was freaked but he knew he couldn’t show it. As he started retracing his steps, he saw there were streaks of blood he’d trailed in from the basement. He had to wipe it off. He re-opening the briefcase and took out a couple of hundreds and cleaned his feet. He had a couple of spots on his knees and hands too, so he took out another couple of bills and wiped himself off with those. It didn’t take long to get back to Brody and Polanski. He pushed the briefcase out and Polanski grab it. Polanski couldn’t help himself and cracked the briefcase. All three of them stared at the contents. Brody was the first to speak. “Holy mother of Christ.” He put his hand on Chris’ butt and started rubbing it. “I think this calls for a celebration fuck. Who’s up for a nightcap?” They flashed glances at one another, and Brody took his finger and felt up Chris’ hole. “Ah, boy. We’re going to have to give you a special reward.” Brody and Polanski shared an evil grin. While they were climbing the stairs back to the bedroom, Brody asked, “So the map was really off?” “Big time,” Chris answered. “The stuff wasn’t where the X was and the layout wasn’t right. That’s what took me so long.” Brody set the briefcase next to the door. “So,” said Brody, “whiskeys on the house.” Chris asked if he could have one. “Sure,” Polanski said. “You earned it, didn’t he Brody?” Brody gave a nod. Chris trotted into the bathroom and brought back a glass. Brody had taken off his boxers and was playing absently with his enormous member. Polanski was around. “Where’s Nick?” he asked starting to pour drinks. “Dunno,” Brody responded, staring at the TV. Johnny Carson was joking around with Joan Rivers. “Hey,” he said lumbering off the bed, “We need a better show. How ‘bout you entertain us while you entertain us?” “Huh?” asked Chris as he poured the final glass. “I want to see how Manetti played with you while we play with you. I got the tape downstairs.” He went to fetch it. He had only a few seconds. Manetti’s drug box was on the cart. He opened it and took out the bottle of G and spit the contents between two of the drinks. He replaced the vial in the box, just when Polanski reappeared. “Crisco!” the man announced. “Promise I’m gonna curl your toes.” Chris gave Polanski his shark smile. “I feel ‘em curling already.” He handed Polanski his whiskey. Brody came in holding the VHS tape and popped it in the VCR and pushed play. Chris handed him his drink, as the familiar grunts of Manetti fucking him played in the background. Brody held up his glass. “We, who are about to die, salute you.” They both looked at Chris and each of them downed their glasses in one gulp. The two men squished their faces. Chris followed suit and stuck out his tongue making a gah sound, which made the men laugh. Polanski grabbed the almost empty bottle. “How about a chaser for a job well done, and to the newest member of our gang.” He divided the remains between them. “Bottoms up!” They raised their glasses again and kicked them back. “Okay, bottom. Up!” he ordered Chris. “On your back, head here,” Polanski barked. “Knees up.” Not used to hard alcohol, the whiskey got to Chris’ head pretty quickly. Combined with the earlier crystal, he was starting to feel spaced and horny. He got on the bed, listening to Manetti fuck him on TV. He forced his mind not to think about Manetti, but focused instead on Polanski. Even though he didn’t like the guy he was a sexy fucker. Brody knelt next to him and pushed his head toward his erection. Polanski greased two fingers and slipped them into Chris’ asshole. It felt good to have Polanski in his chute. Not liking him somehow made him harder. He bore down on Polanski’s fingers and took them right down to the knuckles. Polanski said to Brody, “This kid’s a natural. Look at this.” He greased up four fingers and slipped them with no resistance into Chris. Brody gave out an excited moan. “How ‘bout being a real pig, kid. Eat daddy’s hole.” He raised himself from feeding Chris his dick and lifted one leg over Chris’ head and sat his hairy butt on his face. “Dig in there, pig boy. Clean daddy’s dingleberries.” He complied eagerly, using his hands to spread Brody’s cheeks further apart, using his tongue to untangle each strand of clotted hair. The closer he came to Brody’s asshole, the more hardened fecal matter he found. Polanski added his thumb and Chris felt his whole hand pressing at his entrance. Again, he bore down and his asslips swallowed all of Polanski’s hand. “Woo-ee,” shouted Polanski. He wasn’t patient or caring like Manetti, he didn’t wait for Chris to adjust to his hand, just began pulling his hand out and pushing it back in again. Chris yowled under Brody’s ass each time Polanski yanked out his hand. He raised his hand to tell Polanski to take it easy, but Brody grabbed them both. Brody’s ass was firmly on his face, and the big man started rutting impatiently for Chris to get his tongue deeper his hole. When Chris traced his tongue around his asslips, the man gave out a huge farted. The skin vibrated lewdly on his mouth and Brody grabbed his head so Chris couldn’t get away. The smell was foul but he was stuck smelling it. Polanski was picking up the pace, pulling one of Chris’ legs over his muscular shoulders to get Chris to spread of his legs wider. The violent punching was winning. The helplessness of being pinned up such a big hair butt and his legs force apart while his hole was being wrecked, caused Chris to surrender completely. Polanski took the surrender to increase his attack, pulling out fiercely. He stopped for a second to admire the red pedals of the rosebud he was creating. “That’s it boy, push!” shouted Polanski, tapping on the rectum that was coming out of its hole. “I want some of that,” Brody said woozily, getting off Chris’ face. He scuttled down to Polanski and each man took one of Chris’ legs and pulled him apart. “Look, this little fuck still has a boner.” He looked at Chris who was wiping bits of Brody’s shit off his face. “You gonna let us do whatever we want to you, ain’t ya, boy?” Chris nodded. Brody greased his big paw and stuck four fingers into Chris. His hand was too big to get, but Brody stubbornly kept pushing his paw against Chris’ resisting hole. “Give it up, boy.” “I can’t,” Chris said. “It’s too big.” That only made Brody more determined. He leaned into the boy, and forced his fist in. Chris gave out a cry of extreme pain. His torso shot up trying to expel Brody’s huge mitt, but Brody twisted and prodded his hole enjoying the spasms he was causing Chris to endure. The hand popped out of the boy as he fell back on the bed. “You pussy,” said Brody, with weary eyes. “Let’s try that again. Daddy likes depth. C’mon, open your cunt for daddy.” His hand shot into Chris again, and though it was agonizing, Chris felt his rectum was prepared this time to accommodate the invasion. Brody was even rougher than Polanski, more aggressively tunneling deep into his hole. Polanski watch amused, though his breath was increasingly labored and shallow. Brody laid flat on his side to reach into Chris’ hole, Polanski fell from his knees to one butt cheek. He looked at Chris’ hard on and reached out and smacked the kid’s balls. The kid jumped but Brody’s fist in his ass held his in place. Polanski slapped his balls again, then took a fist and punched him in the nuts. Chris’ ass muscles reacted by baring down hard on Brody’s wrist and that egged Brody on to go in deeper. Chris’ intestines could accept any more of the girth of Brody’s hand, yet Brody’s face showed that a little thing like Chris’ anatomy wasn’t going to stop him. “The goal is the heart of the boy, and you’re going to give it to me,” stated Brody as he pushed in another inch. Polanski didn’t let up punching Chris in the balls. Chris’ head was back on the bed struggling to resist these two psychopaths, his hands flying in the air. There was a bounce on the bed. He looked over to see Polanski laying on his side. Brody looked at Polanski laying there, said, “Lightweight.” He pushed himself up on his side and pulled one of Chris’ legs over his fleshy shoulder. He stop for a second and examined the bottom of Chris’ foot. His face displayed his puzzlement. “Boy,” he said having a hard time put words together, “why have you got a red foot?” His mystified expression suddenly sparked with a dull anger. He pulled up Chris’ other foot. “You been someplace you shouldn’t.” There was such an ominous tone, Chris knew the man figured out where he’d been. “I’m gonna fuckin’...rip your heart...out of your…” The big man went down. Chris laid there for a moment. Brody’s hand was still far up his colon. He felt his fingers slightly twitching. His balls ached painfully, he was sure Polanski had damaged him. He started trying to pull his chute off of Brody’s hand, but at first only managed to pull Brody along with him as he slid across the bed. Without realizing it he found himself on the bed’s edge, his hand gave out under him, and he fell backward landing on his back. The quick, forceful drop pulled Brody’s whole hand out of him in one go, and also pulled out of Chris a gut-wrenching shriek. He now had that empty feeling once again, but this time he was very happy about it. The bedroom phone rang on the nightstand behind his head. The digital clock showed it was just after two o’clock. He knew who it was. He picked up the receiver without saying anything, just listening. “Do you have it?” Master Drax said on the other end of the line. “Yes,” Chris answered. There followed a long pause so long, Chris thought the connection was lost. Then Master Drax continued. “Are they dead?” He leaned over Polanski who hadn’t move since he fell over. He got in close to see if he was breathing. He was, but just barely. His lips were blue and his skin very white. Brody was breathing hard, but Chris had noticed he was always breathing hard. “No, but they don’t look good.” “Bring me what you found in the ventilation system. Leave the briefcase. It will attract undue attention to you. Put the contents in your bag and bring it to me.” Brody started to stir. Chris stepped back in alarm. The large man raised up on one hand, then vomited all over the bed. He looked around the room disoriented, saw Chris, tried to focus, but his eyes closed and he collapsed into his mess. “Leave them. Move quickly, child.” There was a click, and then dial tone. Chris went in the bathroom and splashed water on his face, then all the mess off his ass. What was he going to wear? His clothe in the washer were wet probably. He ran into the large walk-in closet. Half the clothes were the wife’s, and the other half were the dead officer’s, all way too big for him. A bright red jogging suit with white stripes hung next to the door. It was also way too big, but there was a belt rack on the back of the door. He could cinched up the waist with one of them. He grabbed the jogging suit, which uncovered the officer’s holster and police revolver. He wished he’d found that before. Now it seemed after the fact. He put the briefcase and his gym bag on the bed and began transferring the money. He looked over at Polanski. He’d quit breathing. All the money fit with a little room left over. He ran downstairs to the garage and got his damp clothes out of the washer. Sprinting back upstairs he stopped off in Eddie’s bedroom, found his sneakers, and sat on the kid’s bed tying his shoes. He went back into the bedroom to fetch the bag, when Brody rolled over the side of the bed with great effort, but even more determination. He stood teetering, blocking the door. “You little fuck,” he said, looming menacingly, taking one step at a time toward Chris. Chris back up with each step he took, but there wasn’t anywhere he could run. He was cornered. He jumped up on the bed, but the big man grabbed his foot and Chris tumbled off onto the floor, banging his head on the closet door. The man stumbled toward him. Chris scrambled up and backed into the closet, closing the door behind him. He grabbed the holster and moved to the back of the closet, far away the door. The door flew open and Brody charged at him with a monstrous roar intent on tearing him limb from limb. Chris pulled the Glock out of its holster, clicked off the safety, and emptied six bullets in the man’s stomach. Brody was knocked backwards with each strike, but still stood his ground, taller and now madder than ever. “I’m fucking gonna reach inside you and tear out your lungs.” He charge again at Chris, grabbed Chris by the neck and lifted him to the ceiling. Chris unloaded nine more rounds, first hitting his shoulder, his arm, his chest, and, finally feeling his throat about to snap, shot him between the eyes. He kept pulling the trigger long after the gun was empty. Brody fell backward dropping Chris to the floor. His body made a loud thump. As he sprawled, arms wide, on the emerald green shag carpeting, red streams of blood slowly spread in all directions. Chris slowly stood up, still in shock. It wasn’t till the heavy revolver slipped out of his hand that his flight instinct took over. He jumped over the dead man, snatched up his gym bag, and sped out of the house never looking back. A black Camaro sat at the curb. Its engine gunned once as Chris approached it with mounting dread. At curbside he bent down to view the driver and his fate. Inside a large shark-tooth grin spread from ear to ear. “Nice work, Chief,” Manetti said holding the wheel, gunning the engine again. “Love the outfit. Red's definitely suits you. Get in.” Chris did. The car squealed down the street, wheels smoking, laying eight feet of rubber minutes before the cops arrived triggered by several reports of gun fire.

One of the great things about being gay is to create our own rules about love and relationships. We don’t have to do what the straight world does. My partner and I had 30 years together before his death. We were best friends. We worked together. We had the same interests. It was only in the bedroom where we were only sort of compatible. We were both great cocksuckers, but he hated to get fucked. I love to fuck. So, because we loved each other, we had to work out how we could make this work. Our option was to go our separate ways on set nights. He loved to hear me tell stories about who I fucked and how. It often led to sex between us. What the particulars of your rules and regulations has to be worked out between the two of you. But guys who truly love each other are going to want their partner to be happy.

Hungry Fox Hole ;3

I was turned out cherry popped by Black Bulls in prison, I became who'e and C um depositor!

I generally go without and try again later... the tension builds. I have a drawer full of toys that rarely get used because, for me, using them is like fucking myself and the way I am wired it leaves me wanting. For me there's just more to getting fucked, I guess I milk a lot out of the experience (so to speak). I need/want a guys energy and seed, not just a cock to fill the space. Same if I am at a bath house or ABS and a top fucks me but doesn't come or pretends to but doesn't (I feel like I can tell) because he wants to spread himself around. I end up feeling frustrated and needing more. How a top fucks me has a lot to do with whether or not I am sated. And though it's been discussed before, calling my hole or me a pussy can be a total turn on for me depending on how you say it. For me, it's not the word but the attitude behind it. It's a totally emotional thing for me, not rational at all. I am not effeminate and the only people who know I am gay are the people I tell... i.e., there is nothing 'traditionally' "pussy" about me. I am also feminist socially/culturally, so I cringe at patriarchal stereotypes of women. If the word is use derogatorily, or it's attached to mysoginy, I am turned off. But as the conversations on this topic reveal, this can be a very individual, personal thing. For me too. It's not the word, but what is implicit from the individual using it. So, why does it have a "turn on" effect on me? Again, it's the energy and attitude behind it. If I feel the least bit bullied, I turn cold. If I feel threatened, I'm liable to come up on the balls of my feet (the ready stance of a life long martial artist). That rarely happens though. For me the term usually represents a Dom/sub energy, and it pushes my sub button. The more expert the Dom, the more powerful the trigger. Lol, I tend to be a very engaged, cerebral fuck. The Dom tops that end up 'owning' me and leaving their mark are the ones who use the the terms affectionately, but matter of factly. I.e., they are asserting position for both parties. I love the feeling of power exchange, of being possessed by desire. Add intelligence and the skill of a top who is out to not just fuck, but capture and possess, and it takes the experience to a whole different level for me. Using those words is not a black or white deal for me lol.

Haha, ich liebe Deutsch.

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My Boy I hadn't seen my son since my wife threw me out 6 years ago after she caught me fucking our 20 year old brother. The only reason we got married was the fact that I knocked her up and I only fucked her cause I was trying to see if I could be with a woman. The entire time we were fucking I was thinking of her brother. So at the age of 18 we married and tried to make a go of it, but I couldn't resist a nice cock. After we split I turned to the wild side of things and began to party. I started off snorting Tina. After a short time I switched to smoking when the night came that a buddy of mine convinced me to try slamming. That night changed my life. Not only did I learn to embrace Tina I also got knocked up with my friend’s bugs. Now I was responsible for my 18 years old son since his mother was killed in a car accident. I kept in contact the best I could sending him a yearly birthday and Christmas gifts. I would get the customary thank you card back but my ex-wife never wanted me to have any more contact then that after she discovered I was really gay. After picking up Sean and bringing him to my one bedroom apartment he wondered where he would sleep. I offered him my bedroom and I told him I would sleep in the living room sleeper sofa until we could get a larger place. Since I lived in the same area as his high school he could have remained there but asked if He could change schools for the last half of the school year. I agreed to his request without much thought, but there was something about Sean that struck me, he seemed to be more family than by DNA. He wore a rainbow colored wrist band on both wrists and had his hair brightly colored. I decided not to pry and we went about settling into our home. As the work week ended I would normally be preparing to party with my friends but instead I was going to spend it getting to know my son. I came home from work early on Friday getting to the apartment before Sean got home from school. I decided to take a shower to wash away the hard day’s sweat that I had worked up that day. As I was relaxing under the spray of the warm water I heard the bathroom door pushed open. I casually looked over to see Sean watching me as I rubbed soap over my body. For a 37 year old man I was in good shape. I was still had a lean, swimmers build from working out at the gym a few times a week standing at 6 feet tall, I weighed a buck-eighty. I could tell Sean was enjoying what he saw as I soaped up my semi-hard cock that easily grows to 8” when hard. As I rinsed myself off I heard Sean knock and clear his throat. He let me know he needed to take a leak and I told him that we’re both men, he didn't need to knock if he needed to use the can. He came in and I watched through the cloudy shower door as he tried to piss with a semi-hard cock. I then began to see Sean in a different light. At just shy of 6’, he had a lean, thin build and looked to have a grower between his legs like his old man. I finished my shower before he could begin his piss and stepped out to dry off as he tried to hide his excitement. There was no avoiding it any longer, he turned to face me with his cock hanging out when he looked as my cock and licked his lips. I asked him if he saw anything he liked and he simply nodded his head yes and his eyes were locked on my growing cock. Without a word he dropped to his knees and licked my cock as I ran my hands through his hair. I wanted to take him right then and there but my status had me holding back. I couldn't resist his hot mouth as he worked my cock with an expertise that had me blowing my load down his throat in not time. After he cleaned my cock off I looked down at him and let him know that we needed to talk.

(Sorry for my English, it’s not my mother tongue) So that happened after work in Toronto, I was looking for an anonymous fuck to satisfy my eager hole. I’m 24, athletic, and it was not so hard to have full positives answers for an anonymous fuck on Grindr. One bearded, short, manly guy answers me and says that he could not host, but he know some spots in big shops around. One was a closed bathroom, never did that, so I said that I was interested. My dick was already leaking with precum, wetting my boxers as I walk. We finally find each other in the commercial centrer, he’s smaller and older than me, charming, manly, hairy, wonderful. We make our way toward the bathroom, putting his hand on my ass on the way in public. Very horny guy. i said that I wanted to play safe on Grindr, while being still very excited by bareback “teasings” and little risks, but I don’t say it. As soon as we enter the bathroom, he asks me to drop my pants and to suck his dick. He had a 6inches thin dick, hairy, with a fine man smell, and a huge precum leaking from his headcock. He’s playing with his precum with his finger in front of my face. While I’m now sucking him, making him even harder, he starts to finger my ass. I think about stopping him saying that I wanna play safe and that I’d rather not having his precum in my ass. But I see him now fingering my ass with his saliva so I just take it cool. he takes the control, and quickly turns me while I’m on my fours. I hear a plastic of a condom, And quickly feels his headcock close to my butthole. He starts slide into me, it feels fantastic, to be fucked by an older guy in a commercial bathroom. after few mins I noticed that my ass was getting more and more wet and the fuck feels better and better. Then somebody’s knocking on the door and we quickly stop the fuck, as I’m standing up I noticed his bare dick, covered in asses juices & his own precum, my asshole was so smooth because of the precum. He fucked me bareback since the beginning and he was pretending not having read that I wanted to play safe. I get a little nervous, we are completely silent and seeing his wet dick while waiting makes me even harder, knowing that it was purely and simply bare in my hole and mixing his tons of precum inside my hole. i finish the job while sucking his dick with a fantastic manly&sex smell, he cums on my face and I cum on the floor. he said that he’s on prep and he didn’t know, that i had nothing to worry. Few hours later he said that that was very hot, and he’s happy that there’s a little of himself inside of me right now. secretly, I was happy too ;-)

Question for guys in a relationship. Sometimes you meet someone who you really connect with and could easily see yourself being in a relationship with only to find out that you really connect on all levels except sex. Meaning you're a total bottom and so is he. Or you're a total top and so is he. Not talking about one of you being vers, just both of you being top or bottom. What do you do? Any guys here who are in such a relationship? Most couples seem to -conveniently- consist of a top and a bottom. But I can't believe "The Guy for You" always happens to be someone who has the opposite sexual appetite and role. If you meet someone like that, or if you already have, would you enter such a relationship? And how do you go about the sex issue? Each goes his own way when it comes to getting sex (I do include open relationships in this question. Most guys are not mongamous)? Or play together with a third (or more) all the time? Do you have sex together at all or never? Or would you assume the opposite role just for him in your relationship and start bottoming or topping just for him even though that goes against what you really like? I'm curious as over the years I have met some guys I really liked and I could see myself getting more involved with, maybe even start a relationship with (although I haven't really been a relationship type of guy so far) but feel myself pulling back going further because we're not sexually compatible and I think that could become an issue in the end. How do/would you handle this?

THE ISLAND Part One I wanted to get away, away from everything and everyone. Just me. Some place tropical, isolated from the main land - some place where a man can be alone with his mind and his cock. After an exhausting search, I found the perfect place, and island in the Pacific, just off Pitcairn Island - a UK territory. It was a small private island, just a thirty minute boat ride from Pitcairn. The accommodation offered a main house, which was stocked with all the essentials needed for one's stay. Thankfully, the two week period I wanted was available, so I booked my stay, my cock hard in my shorts as I did so. My vacation arrived quickly and the travel there seemed like an eternity. I had packed very light, practically nothing. I intended to be naked the whole time. With just my back pack over my shoulder, I walked from the air strip to the pier, a mere five minutes, and found the boat that was to take me to the island. The boat was The Todger. I called out and from below deck a God appeared. He was at least six foot five and close to three hundred pounds. My eyes went down his massive chest, down to his chiseled stomach to his waist, which was wrapped with a light blue fabric, which did not hide the mound of man meat hanging between his tree trunk legs. “Morning!” he said, extending his huge hand. “Morning,” I croaked in reply. “David?” he asked. I responded with just a nod, trying not to stare at this hunk so obviously. “Come aboard and we can be off” he said as he offered his hand, adding “I’m Jack.” I grabbed his hand and stepped aboard. I moved around to the front of the boat, to have a great view of where I was going. After untying the boat, getting behind the controls we were off. I tried to keep my eye on the beautiful surroundings, but they always came back to Jack. He was standing behind the controls, slowly rubbing his chest and working his hand down his abs. My cock was slowly growing in my shorts as I stared at him. The sun felt great on my body, so I pulled my shirt over my head and exposed my chiseled body to Jack. I wasn’t built like him, but I worked hard to look like I did. I felt the boat slow when we were about a ten minute ride from the pier. I turned to look toward the island and could make out the house, just steps away from the little beach. The boat slowly turned from our path to the house. “Going to take you around the island, let you see the sights and soak it in,” Jack said. I watched as the island grew closer. Palm trees and colorful flowers were every where. It was just as described on-line. I couldn’t take my eyes off this paradise, which was my home for the next two weeks. I glanced back at Jack and was surprised to see the blue fabric thrown across a box next to him. He was still behind the boat’s control, which blocked my view. “You like, David?” “Very much so," I replied, not sure exactly what he was referring to, but aware my reply would work for a myriad of situations. “Want to see more?” “Yes, please.” We made our way around the opposite end of the island. He stopped the motor of the boat once the pier and mainland island were out of view. I watched as he stepped out from behind the controls. He was naked. I could feel my eyes get bigger, my cock get harder and my hole twitch. His cock, at least six inches soft, was swinging between his legs, its head was covered by foreskin, hanging about an inch past the tip, tightening into a small opening. A smile slowly grew on his face. “Don’t be shy, strip down,” Jack suggested. I didn’t wait for him to tell me again. Jumping up I pulled my shorts down, my cock bounced out and slapped against my stomach. I kicked off my sandals and stepped out of my shorts. I quickly grabbed them and stuffed them in my bag. “You like what you see, don’t you,” Jack asked. “Fuck yeah.” He reached out his long arm and pulled me closer. I was now face to chest, his hands roamed my back, then shot down to my ass, kneeling my bubble butt cheeks in his massive hands. I could feel his finger tips sliding into my crack, gently moving across my hole. I pushed back into his hands as his his cock poked my stomach. I looked I was astounded by the sight of a thick ten inch cock jetting from his crotch, foreskin pulled back exposing just half of his massive head. “Let me welcome you to the island.” He quickly turned me around, lifted my right leg onto the side of the boat and dropped down behind me. Before I could move or say anything, his hands pulled my ass cheeks open and his tongue invaded my crack. As his wet tongue licked around my hole slowly, I sucked in the warm sea air. I tilted my head back, feeling the sun warm my face as this muscle God ate my hole. He slowly ran his tongue around the edge of my hole, then moved it into the middle, gently pushing it inside. His hot breath moved across my wet hole. Renewing his grip of my ass, he positioned a finger on each side of my hole, stretching it open. As he did his tongue invaded my hole deeper and deeper as it slid in and out. I moaned very loudly. My cock was hard and dripping pre-cum. I knew if I touched it I would shoot my load all over his boat. My hole was getting wetter and wetter with his spit. I could see his massive horse cock bouncing between his legs as he tongue fucked my hole. He was also leaking fuck juice, put it hung off his cock in a long string, getting closer and closer to the boat deck. He stood, gripping his cock in his hand, rubbing his massive hand across the head, coating it with the drool of fuck juice. He guided it to my crack and began to rub the tip against my hole, mixing his pre-cum with his spit, making my hole even more slippery. His free hand and arm wrapped around my chest as he held his cock at the base and pushed against my hole. I breathed in deep and pushed my hole back onto his cock head. I could feel the head slowly moving into my hole, stretching it open around it. His foreskin was pulled back completely. I felt the ridges of his cock head pass into my hole, then slowly inch by inch of his shaft entered me. My hole stretched more and more as he inched into my more and more. I could feel his hand pressing against my ass cheeks. He released his grip on his cock and slammed the remaining inches into me. I jumped only to be kept in place by his thick arm. I could feel pain coming from my stretched hole. I tried not to squeeze my hole, but I did, over and over adding to the pain "I'm gonna give you a proper welcome, something to remember me by,” Jack explained. Shifting his hands to my waist, he took a firm grasp, pulling his hips back until only his head was in my hole, only to suddenly, slam his horse cock deep into my hole. His grip on my waist kept me from flying forward as he pulled out and slammed in again. I grunted both in pain and pleasure. “Damn your hole is tight,” he commented with a growl, adding “Going to open you up.” He pulled completely out, then slammed all the way in. I let out a yelp which earned me his admonition “Scream you fucker, no one can hear you and if they did they would only come to fuck you too,” he said as he pulled out again, but before I could hold my hole open, he rammed it back in. This time I screamed loudly. My scream only made his cock harder and his thrusts even rougher. I continued to scream as he fucked me harder and faster, opening my hole more and more. “You’re going to be popular once I get the word out,” he said. “Fuck me,” I begged. “You’re going to get fucked, more than you know,” he said. He was pumping his cock in and out of my hole faster and faster, his balls swinging back and forth between his legs, grunting more and more often as his uncut cock slid in and out of my hole. “Here it comes,” he said, slamming into my ass balls-deep. I could feel his cock pulsing and jumping inside me, shooting his load deep into me. It was then that I realized that he wasn’t wearing a condom. I tried to pull off of him, I needed to push out his load. “Where do you think you are going?” he asked pulling me back onto his cock. “You fucked me without a condom,” I replied, adding “I only play safe.” “Not while you are here you don’t.” I watched him reach over and pull some thing out of a cubby near the controls for the boat. He flexed his cock, making it pulse more in my hole. My mind was panicking. “Squeeze my cock” he ordered. I tightened my hole around his cock as he slowly pulled it out. I was going to be sneaky and push out his load, but once his cock head was out, he pushed something into my hole deep. My hole stretched open around it then quickly tightened up. He pulled me up straight, holding me tightly against him. “It stays in until your next visitor,” he commended. "I will know if you took it out and there will be hell to pay if you don’t do as instructed.” I nodded wondering what I had gotten into. Only to have Jack mysteriously add "Need it to take.” “I don’t understand,” I replied. “You will” he said, “you will.” He released me and I moved to where I was seated before. He was still naked and started the motor again and we moved quickly to the dock near the house. I jumped off the boat and stood on the dock. “Guess you didn’t read the fine print of the site” he said laughing, “and it’s too late now - no access on the island.” He wrapped the fabric around his waist again, hiding his massive cock from view commenting “Don’t worry, I will shove it up your hole again,” as he clutched his soft cock through the fabric. I just nodded, standing naked, my bag over my shoulder. “Sun is good today. A good soak in it will help you relax,” Jack remarked. I watched as he moved to boat back out towards the main land, yelling “Won’t be long.” Entering the house, tossed my back pack on a chair, grabbed a towel from the bathroom and headed to the beach. I could feel my hole gripping the plug in my ass as I walked. I spread out the towel and laid face down in the sun.

22m auckland keen to be bred keen to katch diseases hmu

Starting out great MackyJay. Could be one of your best - and that's saying a lot! More soon I hope

I was 14 when I started smoking full-time — Marlboros. By the time I was 15 I was enjoying Camel straights and at 16, cigars ... good ones, not the gas station crap. By then I knew tobacco was always going to be part of my life as a man. Around that age I also discovered men sucked cock better than any girlfriend I ever had, and were more available. I could go to any glory hole or dirty/underground sex club (the mainstream "spas" were boring) and have a stranger make me cum hard. If I got to smoke while it was happening I came twice as hard. In my twenties there was no shortage of guys who wanted me to come over, kick back, light a cigar and relax while they took care of my cock. Harder to find these days. Also harder to find are masculine role models who enjoy smoking and don't give a shit. Miss seeing the Marlboro or Camel pack poking out of a work shirt or dress shirt. To this day I like no-strings, hard top sex as much as I like tobacco. When I find a true submissive who gets turned on by a smoking top who knows it's all about his own pleasure, that's the best. Anybody else?

Writing this with a nice load leaking out of my hole:-) A guy I've been trying to hookup with was finally able to get away from his family for an evening. He's about 50, 6', salt and pepper hair and beard, stocky and hairy. Just about my favorite kind. Our plans were to have a few beers, get naked and rub, suck, kiss. Nothing too intense as he's not too experienced. Fine with me, as I enjoy all that. Plus he enjoys a good cigar, so that made it better. So he shows up, and he's real friendly. I grab some beers and an ash tray for his cigar. I got my pipe going, and am already hard seeing this bear smoking his cigar. We keep talking, and I'm sitting next to him on the couch. He rubs my beard with his hand, and I follow suit and rub his hairy belly under his tshirt. I invite him to the bedroom to get more comfortable, and a few minutes later we're both naked on the bed, and I'm stroking his very thick 6" cock as we kiss. Soon we're 69ing and he's really rubbing my hairy ass as he's sucking me. He asks me to roll over, and he starts gripping my ass cheeks, and running his tongue into my crack. Damn I love a guy that appreciates an ass. I prop a pillow under my waist as he's licking me, so I'm at a better angle for his tongue, and soon I feel him slurping on my hole and tonguing me. I'm in heaven, pushing my ass back against his face, until finally I get up on my knees to show him what I want. He keeps tonguing me until I'm telling him to fuck me. He gets on his knees behind me and he starts rubbing his cock on my hole and up and down my crack. Next time I feel his head right on my hole, I push back and take half of it in me. He moaned a little and grabbed my hips, then pushes in me the rest of the way. Fuck yeah, buddy, I tell him. Fuck my hole. He fucked like an old pro, nice n steady and damn it felt good. He seemed to like my encouragement, so I'm telling him how good his cock feels, and telling him to not stop til he cums. He sincerely asked me if I wanted his load, to which I replied hell yeah try to knock me up. Sure enough he went to work fucking me harder, and soon he was pumping his load deep into my gut. I jerked my cock as he was cumming and came all over my blanket. Don't pull out, I told him, and we lay flat on bed with him on top, still in me. He stayed hard another 5 or so minutes, and I asked him to gently keep fucking me, which he did until he softened up and plopped out. I got him another beer, and grabbed my pipe, and we hung out on my bed for another 30 or so minutes before he had to get going. As he was getting dressed, I had him pause so I could lick him clean. Then we said goodnight and I walked him to the door. My kind of Saturday night- no crowds, no noisy bars, just some good ole raw fuckin in the comfort of my own home.

6 loads in 90 minutes: incredibly busy time at the cruise club tonight. I was fucked 4 times in an hour, and after a short break, got two more loads in a furtefr half hour. Not as rough and hard as I prefer, several guys slowly and gently pumping away, final guy had a great cock and knew how to use it. As well I topped a couple of times. Finally a guy sucked me through a glory hole asked to lick my ass, was so excited by the dripping cum he invited me into his booth to eat me out thoroughly pausing just to have me fuck him. Whole evening bareback, not a single condom suggested or used.

Many European cities all have their good times... Barelin in particular, but others can be real slutty, particularly on fri through sun. eg Munich, Hamburg, Amsterdam and Antwerp. Only problem with a lot of places is that Mon,tue,wed and sometime Thursdays can be dead. London can be interesting during the week and Barelin .. well that can be a 7 day fest, particularly on event weekends.

I've always enjoyed smoke sex. Marlboro, pipes, cigars. I smoked Reds for years, then switched to pipe full time a while back. I've fucked and been sucked more with a pipe in my mouth than not. The other guy was sometimes into it, sometimes not. Truth is I don't care too much. If you're sucking my cock or being my cumdump, I'll do what I want. If not, there's plenty other mouths and cunts in line behind you..lol.

Chris leaked when Manetti squeezed his dick. His still hard purple head was covered in spooge and Manetti wanted to torture the kid for a bit, polishing his nob, just cuz he could. The palm of his hand went back and forth as Chris squirmed in pleasure and pain under his control. “Stop! Nooo,” he laughed howling and thrashing. The wall phone in the kitchen immediately began to ring and light flood into their darkened room from across the airshaft. The light brought Manetti more in focus to Chris, breaking their intimacy slightly. As his mind settled back from his raging high, what they had just done started to frighten him a little. Manetti’s slimy cock slid out of Chris' ass like a fat slug. There was an audible 'plop' like a cork as it popped out of the grip of his sphincter, and he felt a small amount of liquid dribbled out his crack, down his tail bone and slide under his back. Manetti went into the kitchen and picked up the receiver and silently listened. "Thanks," he finally said. "Yes, he definitely has a hot pussy, Master," said Manetti into the receiver. The long phone cord allowed him to come back into the room talking. "We were that loud, huh?" He gave Chris an 'oops' look. "Well, I'm glad it enticed you, Sir." Manetti paused, then was quiet for quite a while, considering the proposal from the person on the other end of the line. He grew serious looking at Chris while the voice on the other end continued speaking. There was a pause on the other end, seeming to wait for Manetti to reply. Then the voice added a few words, which brought a smile to Manetti’s lips. "Well, we were probably going to bed, but I think our boy could be convinced otherwise. What do you say, Chief?" Manetti asked the bound boy covering the mouthpiece. "Up for a drop-by to my Master’s? Could be worth your while," he said rubbing his fingers together and wiggling his dark brows. "Even might be the beginning of a long term plan. A little for you, a cut for me, and the rest for Master. Maybe the plan you were looking for, Chief." Manetti’s teeth glowed in the light from across the airshaft. Chris gave him an I-don’t-know look in return. Frankly, he'd do what Manetti wanted him to do as long as Manetti was there. Back to the phone, he said, "Sure, the kid's psyched to meet you. We’ll come over right away." He paused. "Yes, Sir, I know what you like. I'll get him prepped just like that. Right, give us a little time then." Another pause, then a finger went up Chris’ hole. “Yep, he’s still wet but his hole is tightening.” Manetti sucked his finger smiling at Chris. “Sure, I have some G. Will do.” He went back into the kitchen and hung up. "Boy, to get through this night, I think we need to up your game." Manetti came back into the room and stopped by the bookcase and picked up the box with the orange tipped needles. He came over to Chris, who suddenly became alarmed, shook his head emphatically side to side. Manetti saw the kid stressing and put his hand on his face to reassure him. “Nah, Chief, nothing like that,” he said lifting out a little vial of liquid, putting a reassuring hand on Chris’ beating heart. “Only a couple of drops of G right now to prep you.” He took an eyedropper and counted out some drops in his water glass, swirled it around, and put the class up to Chris’ mouth. “What is it?” “Something that’ll take the edge of the booty bump I gave you. Makes you relax. Kind of like a warm bathtub. Nasty tasting though,” he broke into an evil grin. “But you like nasty, right?” Chris took a sip and made a face. “Yeah, I know. Here, I’ll take some too so we’ll be on the same planet, okay?” Manetti drank and made the same face as Chris. He got Chris to drink a little more. “Drink me, Alice,” Manetti said in a tiny voice. “You’ll need it to get through the door.” Chris gave him a blank look. “Never mind. Here, take this too. It’s a muscle relaxer. I think you’ll need it.” He put a white pill on Chris' tongue, and let him wash it down with a last sip from the glass. “Why do I need a muscle relaxer? Is he going to fuck me, Mike?” “Most definitely, he’s going to fuck you, buddy, and he’s a lot bigger than me, and I ain’t no small zucchini, am I?” “Oh shit.” Chris' head fell backward. “Yeah, but on the bright side look how hard you are. I gotta warn you though, if you come with me, Master Drax does believes in everyone slamming and doesn’t take no for an answer. So rule number one: never say no. He has lots of ways to make you say yes and they aren't any fun, believe me. Second rule: don't say 'I can't.' To him that translates to 'I won't.'" Chris looked trouble. Manetti went on, "Your Catholic so you'll get this: Saying no means he can always change your mind, so to him that's a venial sin. But refusing him outright, saying you won't? That's a mortal sin. And you don't want to do that. Ever. Got it?” “I think I wanna stay here, if that’s alright.” “You're scared of needles cuz of your ma, huh?” asked Manetti, with a note of compassion. “Your brother told me she was tasting even before Carl came sniffing around. He said last time he checked in with you guys, she was living with Carl, but she was married to her H.” “Can you untie me?” Chris asked. Manetti removed his cuffs and Chris slid out of the sling and sat on the futon crossed legged. He started looking around the room then looked at his boner. “Man, is this ever going down?” He tried to make a joke of it, but Manetti saw the G was making only a mild dent in his mood. He was playing again with himself, pinching his nipples, which seemed to be something new to him, was a tactic, thought Manetti, to try and take his mind off his family and this, Manetti saw, wasn't working. The Prior Puss was taking over the evening. Manetti knew he had to distract the kid for a while for the G to take full effect. “Hey, how’d you like me to shave you?" Chris perked up and looked at him curiously. "I shave Ben all the time and he loves it. It’ll really calm you down. It goes well with G too. Wanna try?" His caterpillar eyebrows wiggled. "I love shaving your brother.” “What do I do?” “Nothing but lie there. Just look pretty." Manetti went toward the bathroom. "Like you could ever not look pretty.” The words did their job and Chris laid down smiling. Manetti went in and made preparations. Chris lay there blushing and grinning to himself. He could see why Ben liked this guy. “But I like my bush,” he called out to Manetti in mock protest. He felt his small bush. Not much of one he had to admit. “You clip it, baby. Think it makes you look bigger, right? Ya’know you got nothing to be ashamed of.” He came back in with a bowl of water, shaving cream, and a straight razor. "I know you'll enjoy this." He sat next to Chris, and set out his wares. "Listen: Master Drax has special tastes. We're start with the simplest. He likes his new boys shaved. Everywhere." Manetti wrang out a wash cloth over the pan and soak the little bit of blond pubes Chris had. "You like keeping it short. But maybe you don't want them at all. Prefer to stay a boy." He sprayed foam in his hand and covered Chris' pubes. For pleasure or torture, he also coated his shaft and balls, massaging it in until Chris was squirming again in his hand. A few well-placed strokes of the razor and Chris' pubes were gone. He spent special time kneading his balls, flattening them out, squeezing them hard. Part pain and eventually part pleasure for Chris. "Lay your arms back." His pits were easy to shave. While on the second pit, Manetti said, "Man, how long since you showered, boy?" "A month, I guess." Chris was starting to float in his body. He succumbed the water and the warmth of the rag. With Manetti taking care of him, they were bonding closer. It was a feeling he didn't want to stop. "A month?" he asked incredulously. "Last gym class I took, I guess. After that I stopped going to school." "Well, no wonder you smell like a hobo." He gave a small laugh as he scraped the last of Chris' arm pit hair. "Master's probably gonna like your smell. Once I finish your butt, I should probably douse you with a finishing touch." Chris opened his eyes to see Manetti pretending to take a wiz on him. Chris mouthed silently, fuck, yeah, agreeing to whatever came into Manetti's dirty mind. "Up, Chief. Back in the sling." Chris got up slowly, then slunk back in the sling and put his legs in the stirrups. Manetti moved down below Chris' butt hole, pulled up a stool and started soaping his crack. To Chris, the feeling was sensuous; to Manetti it was salacious. He played with the boy's hole for a while, prying it apart with two fingers up and down, and then side to side. He spat in it and pulled some of his own cum out to use as lube. He stuck a finger deep inside, rubbing his prostate and generally feeling out the kid's hole. Chris head lolled to the side enjoying the sensations, looking up to the mirror occasionally catching Manetti brown head studying his anal anatomy. Soon, with a few deft strokes, his cheeks were soft and smooth. His purple hand prints were fading to pink. "Okay, hardest part. You're nicely stretched but I want you to remain totally relaxed." He took the straight razor and made micro-scrapes against the boy sphincter. Each stroke made the boy clench. He stopped for a moment, stood up, and smacked his ass hard. "I'm serious now, boy. Stop flinching or I'm going to slice you. I'm a lot more careful than Master would be, so you want me doing this, not him." Chris bit his lip. He liked when Manetti ordered him around, but he was apprehensive if he could keep his hole perfectly relaxed. "I'll try." "Rule three: there is no try, only do. Think Yoda. Seriously, I'm going to put this inside you," he said holding up the straight razor. "I'll be twisting it a full three-sixty. If Master finds even one hair in there I can guarantee you your ass is going to be a bloody mess when he's done. Trust me, I know. Picture my hole for a minute. Yours is a piece of cake." Chris felt the warm washcloth wipe the remainder of soap away. He then felt Manetti's tongue circle his hole, licking the edges then spiraling deep inside. It felt fantastic. His hole relaxed even more the deeper Manetti's tongue went. Then he felt the cool razor slide ever so gently and slowly into his hole. He concentrated on how relaxed he was under Manetti's spell, how much he liked him, put all his trust in him. Thought only of that. He felt the razor slowly twisted around his open hole. Six, then seven nicks of stray hairs he felt intensely as if they were being ripped out of him. Still he remained open. "Good boy. I'm coming out." The blade fell out slowly. It almost tickled. At the last moment of contact, however, he couldn't hold back a last minute flinch. The blade pricked him only slightly, but enough to draw a small trickle of blood. It stung and his sphincter went into delayed spasms, pushing some residual cum out his hole. Manetti lapped at it without without scolding him. His tongue was soothing though Chris knew blood, saliva and Manetti's cum was mixing in his wound. But the lapping tongue was hypnotic. Minutes went by silently. His sphincter stopped clenching and he lightly dozed off feeling Manetti tongue going on for eternity. Not caring what happened next. Remembering only Manetti's tongue lulling him to sleep. He would fall asleep every night like this if he was Manetti's. *** But he wasn't Manetti's. First one hand was pulled up and buckled in place. Then the other. Still he was content and floating like a baby in a swing. "Good boy. Now for your reward." From far away he heard the words and responded like he was still asleep. "What?" His words felt unnaturally slow coming out of him. "Wait." He realized his arms were again bound. "Wait. What...?" Through droopy eyes he saw Manetti take out a prepared point. "Just a small one, Chief. It'll put you in the right frame of mind to meet Master. He's expecting it." Manetti tied a rubber tourniquet around Chris' small bicep and began tapping the crook of his arm. It was pretty easy to find a vein on the skinny boy. He found a juicy one and told the kid to hold still or he might hurt him. Chris stopped squirming and watched with fascinated horror as the needle found it target. "Stick. Tell me if this burns." A swirl of red flooded into the vile and slowly Manetti unloaded the liquid into Chris' vein. The boy felt nothing immediately as Manetti withdrew the needle and pressed his thumb on the point of entry. His other hand unleashed the tourniquet, just as the boy coughed. Chris panicked. Manetti stood above him, his face easing into that large shark smile he'd had before. "That's it, my red blooded American boy." He watched the kid flush beet red, going through alternating phases. Panic turned to ecstasy, turned back to panic. "Just ride it. That's it. Enjoy it." "Too intense." Manetti leaned over Chris' face. He knew what would help the kid. He pushed his pec out to hover over his face, unleashing one of the boy's arms. Chris put his hand on Manetti's chest, felt the muscle flexing just for him. He caressed the hair, found the pierced nipple. Manetti bent even lower to the boy. Chris started sucking away, nursing like an infant, both metal and flesh. Chris looked up at Manetti and met the shark smile with one of his own. A smile shaded with a bit of evil he'd never let out before. He struggled to get up forgetting his other hand was still bound. Manetti helped him get it off. Chris buried his face in the man's chest, inhaling him, licking him. Put his face under Manetti’s armpit. Manetti took pleasure in letting him lick the pit, then helped him get up. Chris slid off the sling and began pacing around the bedroom murmuring fuck repeatedly. "How's that feel? You like?" Chris couldn't form any words but held up his thumb. "Go ahead and lay down. Enjoy the rush. Just ride it through." As he sat he fell back, feeling like he was falling down a rabbit hole, that the ceiling was rising above him, his vision was crossed and he felt the rush of euphoria jet through him. He was giddy, flush with excitement, he only wished Manetti's cock was back inside him. "Fuck," he grabbed onto the only words that made sense, confessing, "I feel like a little boy with you. I want you to molest me." He felt around his smooth, wet hole and stuck a couple of fingers inside. Manetti laugh. "You feel it don't you. Feel all those carnal urges you've buried. You want to suck a dog dick, don't you?" "Yeah. Big horse dick. Your dick. I want to be buried in cum. I want you to fist me like those guys are doing." He flicked his head at the TV where a black guy was punch fisting a young guy in a sling. "I want you to fist me like you and Ben fist. I want you to use dildoes on me and make me have a huge cunt like yours. I want you to fist me to your elbow and your armpit. I want to feel your hairy pit rub against my hole." "Looks like you like-y? And that's just a teeny bit. More to come at Master Drax." Manetti put the orange cap back on the syringe, and pointed the camera back on the boy as he rolled around feeling all his erogenous zones, spewing a watershed of perversions. Manetti left him to his pleasure, feeling his hole, pulling on his flaccid dick, tweeking his nipples, going at them all with abandon. He went over to the closet and pulled out chaps and put them on, then pulled out a chastity cage out of a drawer and put it in his pocket. He went into the kitchen where he took the metal lid off the bathtub. Fuck, he heard Chris repeating, unable to contain himself. He heard a never-ending stream of fucks and perverted ideas spewing out of the kid's mouth, that he wanted Jeff to fuck him, for Carl to fuck him. He wanted to have someone at work named Shakir cover him in Valvoline oil and fuck him. He wanted to get fucked in the gas station toilet. He wanted the gas station owner named Duke to fuck him from behind while he licked the urinal. “You think I stink, man? You should smell that toilet some time. It's righteous foul!” The kid had an imagination! He enjoyed how spun the kid was on such a little amount, how open he was to anything right now. As a test Manetti came back in the room and picked up a filthy jock strap, held it out for the boy to smell. "What do you think of this? It's your brothers." The boy sniffed it and then began to tear into it. He sucked it and his saliva made the jock wet and unlocked the odor of piss emanating from the stains. "You want to wear it over your face to meet Master? I know he'd love that. He's a nasty mother fucker like no one you've ever met." Chris was almost unrecognizable animal in his drug frenzy, nothing at all like he was when he first came in the door. He was so into it with the jock, it looked like he hardly heard what Manetti was saying. "Ya'know, you’re lucky I took your cherry. Master Drax wouldn't have been so gentle." "I don’t think," he managed to get out while chewing the jock strap, "that you were that gentle." He was high on piss fumes, high on the residual cum, reeling in lust sucking his brother's jock. He looked at Manetti like an idea had just struck him. "I liked it rough.” "I'll relay that thought, boy. C'mon, get up. You’re ready to meet Master. He's got a wide variety in his stable. The rougher, the more money he'll make off you. The less limits, the more we’ll all make. Think you'll like that?" Chris bobbed his head, agreeing to anything Manetti said to him. He sprung up and put the wet jock around his neck. Manetti steered him into the kitchen, told him to get in the tub. "You need a douse before we go." "Douse of what?" Chris asked, stepping in. "Master likes raunch, heavy raunch. Let's get you prepped and stinkin'. Open your mouth, pig. You know you want it." He hadn't thought about it but was susceptible to any suggestion coming from his idol. He laid down in the tub and opened his mouth. Manetti immediately covered him in piss, going up and down the kid's naked body. Chris ran his hands up over his torso like he was washing himself. He let out a low moan of pleasure. "Warm," he sighed. "Open." Chris stopped rubbing and opened his mouth, propping himself up on his elbows. Manetti took aim and hit his mark right on target. "Swallow." The boy obeyed. It was salty and bitter and came out of Manetti, so he guzzled the piss letting it splash in his mouth, and gulped it down into his stomach. "Good pig. You like that, pig boy?" Chris bobbed his head. Without prompting he leaned back and spread his legs to expose his hole to Manetti. "Okay, you fucking filth pig." With that, Manetti let a stream of piss hit his hole. Some went in and the kid pushed it out like a mini-geyser. "You stinkin’ fuck pig! Get up—you’re ready.” Chris scrambled getting up. They both stopped for a second regarding each other, listening to the remains of piss draining down the pipe. Two massive shark grins flashed between them. Manetti helped him step out of the tub; Chris' platinum hair yellow and flattened, his eyes electric.

He came over, was Perfect! Skinny Aids Body! POZ for 35+ years. Told me as he weas inside he was on Meds. But he knocks up a new Neg bottom or 2 every Month . Older but still kinda Distinguished cute. Anyway He's My Poz Master Breeder now!. He came 3 times in a row! Barely used lube, fingered my Hole up first though! almost got my First Fist lol. Then I asked him if he would finally Brush my Hole up, I will do it after HE LEAVES, IF HE STILL DOEN'T WANT TOO. BUT i'D PREFER HE BRUSHED HIS BABIES INTO MY BODY FOR GOOD! Begged him for a couple more loads. But he knocked up a Neg last Night. Shot in him 5 times was kinda drained when I messaged him,lol! Phone died at the end of the 3rd time he was about too cum, Stopped asked if we could use his phone. He agreed . He finally grinned and said O.K. He seemed too enjoy it after he saw Blood a 1/4 of the Brush the first time he pulled the brush out too check. Said it could use a little more. Then he Smiled and went too town under my encouaging him too tear it up good! I want all your B abies alive inside me FOREVER! Wanr to make sure! I believe at 1229 AM 1/21/2018 I took my FIRST POZ LOAD! I'm going too watch my Vids! Spank it like a Monkey in Heat! And sleep I think for the First time Happy in years! Can't Believe I was soo Scared all these years! He might cum back for a couple moere loads iaround 9am! I HOPE SO, I'M Already BRUSHED FOR HIS Gifts! Plugged in with My Butt Plug I got just for this occasion! I'm So Happy Thank You Everyone for your SUPPORT TO ACHIEVE MY FANTASY GOALS! Check another off my Bucket List LMAO! PEACE happy Hunting!

I had one of those days were productivity was seriously hindered by horniness. I found myself constantly browsing Grindr and Scruff, and was woofed on the latter by a huge muscled hairy older guy with a big dick looking for a hole to breed after work. Holy shit, I hadn't had a good lay in a while, so we agreed to meet. I got to his hotel right after work, using his bathroom to get prepped. The preparations took a little while, but when I stepped out of the bathroom, we immediately began an intense, wet make-out session. Thinking to myself 'He must like to spit', I extended my tongue and sure enough he gave me a couple of big drips from him - mid kiss. After a couple more slaps I went down to blow him. His dick was really nice, thick and veiny, with a big head. Oh, and it was really hard. I sucked it all the way to the base and he pulled it out and showed me how he was lubricating a lot. "Suck it," he ordered, which I did, deep-throating it again and again and again. I pulled off his cock, pressuring it from the base up to his head, and a big ass drop of pre-cum welled-out. Scooping the pre-cum with my index finger, I slid the slick cum into my hole. He gave me a sick horny look, forcing he to again choke on his big cock. I blew him for several minutes, and then gestured for him to lay back on his bed. When he was comfortable, I took a hit of poppers and went down on him some more, but blowing him was not enough. I needed more, so crouching over his cock, I centered his head on my hole, and allowed his cock to slide into my hole. His cock head entered my ass very slowly, as I worked my ass muscles, alternately giving it gentle squeezes, followed by relaxing and letting it go. Holy shit. Having all that man inside was the best feeling in the world. I rode his cock for a while while leaning on his huge hairy pecs, squeezing them hard, working to remember the details of the experience for future reminiscences. Initially we made out and I rode his cock, at which time I bounced up and down on his crotch, but at some point he took charge and fucked me as he wished: he lifted me with ease, positioned me on my back, and placing my legs on his shoulders, he unceremoniously slid into my hole. I had never before not have I since ever been fucked so hard. He didn't, however, maintain a regular tempo, but used a rough pounding in which the entire purpose seemed to be that of plowing his cock into my ass. I found myself groaning deeply, which seemed to motive him to intensify his thrusts. His hotel room had a couple of furniture pieces so we switched onto a big cushioned chair and, as I crouched on the chair on all fours, he drove his cock into my ass balls-deep, over and over. Returning to the bed, he positioned me on my stomach, and lay on top of me, pounding away, but this time his grunts and moans were deeper, louder and rougher. Sure enough, I could feel his shaft getting harder and harder, and when the loudest moan came I felt his stream push its way into my ass. He fucking came a lot as he lay on my back for several minutes, shot after shot of cum blowing into my ass, most definitely more than the average orgasm, shooting cum into me, moaning and groaning. I had also cum, but I focused on squeezing and releasing his dick, making sure every last fucking drop of cum was milked out of his balls and into my ass. After the last drop of cum had made its way into my ass, his cock softened and slid out of my hole, at which time he remarked "I cum a lot, boy." When I had caught my breath I thanked him for one of the best lays I had had in quite some time, dressed and left.

Definitely bring a bag with supplies. During Gay Days at Barcodes there was a guy in one of the "stalls" (they have lime 5 stalls at Barcodes with picnic benches in them) with a bag of toys, supplies, etc. I ended up being tied to the bench, ball gagged, toyed and bred by 3 guys. Several more were watching and stroking waiting their turn, but it started to rain like a mother. Fortunately the guy untied me after starting to walk away and tell me what fucking pig I was! I have never seen sex in bathrooms at Barcodes, but its pretty common at Hanks. Outside Hanks is a little less "formal" than Barcodes. The are several little 'nooks" surrounded by plants. In the far back, there is a tarp covered area, that gets pretty dark. You can pretty much just sit on a bench, whip your cock out, or put your ass up, and it shouldn't be long! The Parliament House resort is also a fun place, Its a gay resort. Don't expect 5 star accommodation's, but its inexpensive. There are several bars, disco area and theater for drag shows. They have different theme nights. Many nights there is a cover, but go in and get a wristband before they start charging (usually 9-10pm). Happy Hour drinks are reasonable, but they can get expensive afterwards, especially if there is a special event going on. Tip the bartenders well during happy hour, and keep your cup. Bring your own liquor for later, and just refill in your room. "Balcony Bingo" as its called happens there all the time, with guys cruising the outside hallways looking for fun. Its not uncommon to see guys laying naked on their bed, stroking, or their naked ass up. Just leave your curtains open enough to look in, and your door slightly ajar. If you want to be "choosy" don't leave door ajar. Interested guys will just hang close, and if you see what you like, let them in. Hanks and Barcodes are not too far from P House. Hope this helps!

In my entire "career" as a bottom I only once met a guy, big masculine muscle bear, who liked to smoke a cigar when I was sucking him. He actually continued smoking it when he fucked me. Very verbal guy too. That was years ago when I worked in the Boston area. Had several repeats with him and always the same scenario. Found it hot as hell at the time and he was a great top with an average but thick dick. Ever since then when I smell cigar smoke I have to think of him.

How many of you have ever gotten an idea stuck in your head and ran with it? It happened to me in the mid ‘90’s and led me to become poz, or as I was told: “knocked up”. My partner Garret was always the quick talker and instigator in our relationship. He had the ability to talk to people and glean all sorts of information—usually of a personal nature. He told me about this black ex-con named “Stone” who hung out at a particular park downtown who he had “befriended”. In a short time Garret knew a good deal about Stone—he had been in prison under drug charges, he had fucked and bred many a bitch in his years and his nickname came from his name for his fuck tool. Garret talked him into showing off his dick and Garret told me he was more than impressed! Well, being a horny younger gay man, this got me turned on. I decided to check Stone out for myself—just to see what he looked like, of course. I found Stone one early June Tuesday morning in his favored park and despite being rather introverted, I wanted to chat with him as he sure looked hot as I walked by. Somehow I struck up a conversation and I think Stone knew I wanted him. He got me to buy him a pack of cigarettes and buy him a 6 pack of beer. It was worth it to listen to his gravelly voice with a slight southern drawl and check out his hot body. Stone was in his early 50’s, had a perfect “fade” haircut with black hair and just the slightest touch of silver. He was also wiry, muscular, about 5’10” and trim. Did I mention he had a nice basket? When he told me about his hobby of going to a clothing optional beach at a lake just outside the city I said that sounded like a fun distraction! Next thing I knew, I was driving Stone to Hidden Beach and after walking some distance from where you could park, we arrived. The beach was a mix of gay and straight sun tanners…most nudists were in little natural alcoves along the extended and wooded beach. Stone picked a spot down aways and stripped while I made the rounds. Its not that I am bashful, but I didn’t want to come on to strong—I had no idea if Stone swung my way. I was also more or less in a monogamous relationship and mostly I rationalized I was just going to get as much eye candy as I could of Stone. On my first pass back the beach trail I saw Stone lying on his stomach with his muscular and hairy ass exposed. Fuck! I may be a bottom, but that ass made my mouth water. After about an hour and a half, I went to retrieve Stone for our drive back in town, I was most impressed to find Stone leaning against a tree in all his glory—tight abs, significant coarse body hair and a big floppy uncut dick. As he was smoking, I made a little small talk before mentioning we should head back. I am not sure I would say that Stone was easy to hang out with—he oozed sex and I got tongue-tied, but I was getting beyond horny fast! We repeated our outing on Thursday and the following Tuesday. Something had to give—I should have just walked away, but Stone was now the man I had to have. Tuesday proved to be a fateful day. Stone and I repeated our previous week’s pattern including having a chat with him showing me his hot body when it was time to return from Hidden Beach. Stone was pretty talkative after sucking down some of the beers I had bought him. He talked about life in prison and he was pretty candid about what it was like—including using men for sex. My dick was hard as a rock as he explained that he was mostly straight, but a man has needs and a prison punk could do a mighty fine job of draining his nuts. He looked right at me while he said that and I blushed. I noticed he was now fondling his impressive dick and he said all this talk was making him horny. I quickly chimed in that I felt the same way. Stone stared at me while he worked on a cigarette and slowly worked his tool to full glory. I imagine my eyes just about bulged out of my head! Stone just stated “you want it” and I nodded my agreement. Stone took one more long drag and explained the ground rules. If I wanted it, I would do as I was told with no questions like a good punk and he would use me as his personal bitch. Again I nodded my consent and he said let’s get out of here. I dropped him back at the park and promised I’d return in an hour with some lunch and I’d be prepared to be fucked if Stone so wished to do that. I felt rather guilty cancelling my lunch date with Garret, but I wanted Stone crazy bad and I was going to be the best punk he had ever had! I returned on time with sandwiches and we had a quick picnic. Stone was talking about having a big load and he hadn’t had any pussy in ages. Stone asked if maybe my pussy would do? I told him that it was clean, muscular and ready to go! Stone just smirked, sighed and grabbed his crotch and said there was nothing he liked more than knocking up bitches. “Sounds good to me” was my response. Stone lived in a run down duplex in a somewhat unsavory part of town. He was already walking towards his door as I was getting out of the car. Stone simply unlocked and headed in so I followed him. “Close and lock the door, bitch!” Stone commanded. He cracked open a beer as he headed to his shade drawn room and said “Strip, bitch!” This was followed by “undress me, bitch!” I carefully took his clothes off and folded them as he nursed his beer and cigarette while sitting on the edge of the bed. “Get to work, bitch!” he commanded. I guess I gave him a confused look so he just pointed to the floor between his legs and I was kneeling in a heartbeat! I fucking love uncut dick—a rare treat indeed for me, and I worshipped it by sniffing his musk, licking under his foreskin and chewing gently on the excess. This got me a satisfied grunt. I then showed him my talented deep throat. It was a bit of a struggle because Stone was very clearly over 8” and far thicker than average. Stone had an exceptional dick—a true cudgel with a slightly flared head lined in a velvety smooth foreskin. His dick looked like an angry club and I told him that softly. Stone said I had no idea how his club was going to punish my cracker ass and inflict major damage. It would be months before I knew what that really meant and his promise to “knock me up good”. “Time to toss the salad” said almost gleefully. I hadn’t really heard that expression, but as he spread his legs wider and pushed my head down from licking his hairy nuts, I had a pretty good idea what he wanted! Damn! His ass was coarsely hairy and I showed him that I was an A Grade rimmer! Rimming makes me harder than a rock and I was very good at it as Garret always wanted that as an extensive part of our foreplay. A wave of guilt washed over me at thinking of Garret, but this ass was perfect and I worshipped it to the sounds of Stone’s obvious pleasure. Stone was content to lean back and let me show my respect and subservience as I ate his ass and then tongue fucked him. I wasn’t sure if that was pushing it too far, but Stone let me work his ass over for quite along time. When stone told me to get on the bed, I could see my work had been appreciated—he had leaked a pool of precum by his belly button and the veins on his dark dick stood out in beautiful relief. I couldn’t help licking up his sweet natural lube. “Can’t help yourself, can you bitch?” he asked. I blushed and asked how he wanted me. I was more than surprised to hear him say on your back. I expected him to want me doggy or maybe flat on my belly so he wouldn’t have to think about the fact he was with a punk not a bitch. “Hold your legs apart and show me your pussy!” Stine commanded. He reached on top of his bed stand and grabbed a jar of Vaseline. Not my favorite lube, but it made a nice smacking sound as Stone smeared some over his dick as he shucked it. I like to see my bitch’s expression as I breed her pussy. I hesitated, but asked if he had a condom. Stone just glared at me and then drawled ”You are here to be my bitch and I can’t knock you up in a raincoat!” I wasn’t going to point out to him that I wasn’t likely to become pregnant anytime soon! Still, although Stone was mostly straight and sure seemed like a consummate top, I was a tad nervous going bare. I was about to balk when stone positioned his dripping head against my hole. I remember saying “ummm” as in Ummm…we should play safe, but Stone was already sliding into my initial ring. I swear I could hear it pop as he head was now surrounded by me. “Stone had a glazed look as he said “that’s it, bitch! I am in you and you are going to take your breeding like a good cunt!” With steady pressure, Stone drove into me and it was not an easy stretch for me. I grimaced and said he was going too fast but Stone just replied “this is about me and the sooner you get that, the better off you will be!” You hear stories about a guy hitting the second ring of an ass and it had never meant anything to me, but Stone was in deeper than I could ever remember and the girth seemed to almost knock the wind out of me as he started sawing in and out. I didn’t want to cry out, but I was whimpering loud as his fuck hurt. It took awhile, but eventually my natural self lubricating ass (thank goodness for that!) seemed to smooth out the ride. My hands were clenching the sheets and Stone surprised me again by telling me to hold on to his ass if I was “in such a way”. Feeling the powerful flexing in his muscular hairy ass made it easier to get into my fucking. I pretty much expected Stone to be a 5 minute guy, what with my tight ass clenching him and the fact that he hadn’t cum in days. I was wrong: Stone had major stamina! It was a warm summer day, but not bad with his ceiling fan going. Still, Stone was sweating up a storm and dripping on me within 10 minutes. Rather than finding that gross, I got off feeling his hot body steaming on top of me. I was still whimpering, but that sound was also a sound of pleasure. I was pulling Stone into me so I think he knew that I was getting what I wanted. “Bitch likes being bred” Stone noted. I surprised myself how quickly I asked him to breed me. “You want my seed, bitch? You want to get knocked up by our fucking? You want it, don’t you, bitch! I wasn’t blushing at his talk anymore. I was agreeing to his questions, asking for his seed, his breeding and being knocked up by his fuck. I was thinking of all of this as a metaphor and role playing so I was way turned on to go along. Truth be known: I could see how a woman could take the risk of an unwanted baby if taking an ex con like Stone was in the equation. I would have taken that risk, and, of course, I was taking significant risks from our coupling--far more than I dreamed of! Worries about safe sex were not currently on my mind. I was hard as a rock as Stone took out his needs upon me. Stone bent my legs about as far as they would go and varied how close to my chest they were. He also varied his fucking to make sure that I wouldn’t get too used to his fuck. Believe me, when he went for maximum penetration and force, I yelped and really felt it. Stone was kind enough, after close to 30 minutes to pound me in the way that brought me maximum pleasure. I never said “do me like that” as nobody likes a pushy bottom, but Stone seemed to read my cues well. I don’t know if it was the pressure on my prostate, but with that perfect rhythm now ensuing, I started to moan and milk him as tight as I could. “Bitch gonna cream from my breeding?” Stone asked. I just moaned louder and begged him to keep breeding me. “You want me to stop and pull out?” Stone asked as he slowed down and went shallower but I just grabbed his ass as hard as I could and pulled him deeper into me. “Fuck no! I declared. “You wanted to breed me and knock me up and you can’t do that if you pull out. I want it, Stone. I want your fuck, I want your seed, I want to be knocked up by you—please! I begged “Bitch wants it and is going to get it.” Stone snarled. He was wailing on me and the countdown had started. It was an amazing feeling to have Stone fuck the cum right out of my nuts. The crazy milking that my orgasm created was not lost on Stone. He was huffing and groaning and saying it was time. “Take my nut you fucking stupid cunt! I am breeding you and you will get knocked up for sure! His eyes never left mine as Stone rammed as far as he could and I felt him throb. I swear I could feel the actual jets of cum hitting my walls. The weird part was I felt this feeling of connection—not emotional, but physical. Like power was flowing from Stone to me. I have never done drugs, but I was on a natural high and told him that I could feel him shooting in me and I loved it! Stone wasn’t affectionate, but he sort of collapsed upon me with a loud sigh with his head looking away from me. Fuck it! It may not be Stone’s thing, but my hands moved up and down his sweat slick back. I have strong hands so they naturally gravitated to massaging him as I held him close. I think it felt good and not overly awkward because I I worked him over well before he slid off and out of me. “Fuck that pussy felt good!” Stone beamed. I just smiled and said nobody had ever fucked me like he had—and that was the honest truth. Stone just muttered “you have no idea, punk.” Like a lot of guys, Stone was way sleepy after his strenuous activity and he just said close the door behind you and I’ll see you Thursday. I noticed that the small amount of cum oozing from my ass was tinged pink from blood. “Shit, I’m bleeding!” I moaned. Stone said “looks like I popped your cherry, slut!” With that ado, I nodded, threw on my clothes and let him be. One hot session lead to another and I was taking Stone on at least twice a week. I got off thinking my ass and skills in bed were equal to any woman Stone could have and Stone still seemed obsessed about the act of sex knocking me up. It was a hot expression and it turned me on. Stone injected his baby batter at least a two dozen times over the summer and after Labor Day I came down with the horrible aching flu. It felt like a Mack truck had hit me and I was as sick as a dog for over a week. Garret nursed me back to health and the following weekend he said that he had seen Stone again in the park. My ears perked up and I nonchalantly said “oh yeah?” Garret continued “Yeah, I saw him shooting up last night walking back from the fundraiser at the bar. Guess the rumor is true that he got pozzed from sharing needles.” I felt sick to my stomach as the pieces all went together. Stone had been in prison for drug dealing, must have been a user and no wonder he hadn’t had pussy in ages and why he kept talking about knocking me up like a bitch. I can’t prove it, but I think the power I felt flowing from him to me was the instant of infection in my torn ass. I tested poz that fall and as I had only cheated with Stone and Garret was neg, it was pretty clear that Stone had succeeded in knocking me up!

It all comes in knowing what you are good for. I am a hole. I want to be treated as a hole and used as a hole. So ... fuck me any way you want!

Knowing that my hole MADE all these men cum is the best feeling in the world. I don't care if anyone is watching, I only care that each top is getting what he needs. Does he want me sloppy and loose or milking his meat? Does he want me to squirm or cry out? Does he want me to suck a guy off while he's breeding me? Does he want ATM? Whatever he wants, that's my job. Feeling him cum, I KNOW I am the reason he came. So, there's a certain amount of pride (plus a stretched out hole dripping cum is AMAZING)!

I love both places. I agree that Hanks is sleazier, but I think more play goes on there as well. I don't know about earlier in the day, but from 5 on there usually is some action going on. Late night on weekends, can be very busy. I have gotten totally naked there.

It's been three weeks since the last post. We've been fucking the young guy for the last several weeks. I was the first to gift him as I was newly converted. Last week one of the black guys came down with gono, and has the the drip. So we all let him fucking is. Scratch our cocks and drip on the cuts.

Great Story. So what happen now to the old AM? Maybe some FFun is possible?

I went to BZ bathhouse in Detroit last night. So many times I wished I lived near Steamworks Chicago or Flex in Cleveland. BZ is very run down. But the great thing about BZ is that there is a ton of BBC on Friday and Saturday nights. I don't specifically seek black guys, but I seem to attract black guys more than white guys. I had 8 black guys and 1 white guy fuck me in my 6 hour stay. Some of the black guys came back for more. Since I love love love BBC, I found that I am satisfied with BZ in Detroit. It may not be Chicago, but there is less competition here for dick, and I never have a problem getting as much BBC as I want. I just get in my doggy style position to prominently show my ass, and black guys know they are going to fuck a clean ass as deep as they want and for as long as they want. I have a reputation at BZ for having some of the best hole in the D. I'm the resident whore, and black guys know they have some guaranteed good ass to breed anytime they want. I don't discriminate. My hole is open to all.

Part 5 My rock hard cock bounced freely between my legs as I rushed away from the hot tub towards the changing rooms. I struggled to get my towel back round my waist. It was hard enough to cover myself when I wasn't so hard. I had to make due with walking around with a very noticeable bulge. I could feel the heat on my face, and could only imagine that I was as red as a strawberry. I got my phone from my locker and sat back on the bench away from the lockers. I was still dripping, and cursed as I got my phone wet. My friend hadn't sent any further texts, so I text him asking where he was. I thought more about what had happened while I waited for a response. I tried to remember, but the details had already gone blurry in my head. How did I manage to get there, with them? It felt like I blinked, and suddenly I was inside the guy, fucking him. There were scenes missing in my memory,where my instincts had taken over. I remembered fucking him though –I could remember very vividly the sensation of my cockhead slipping into the guy's hole. The way his ass ate my entire cock without any problem. I thought of thrusting in and out of his warm hole, while the older guy egged me on, calling the guy a whore and telling me to'fuck that hole'. I looked down at the bulge in my towel.Not going anywhere. I sighed, and checked my phone again. Still nothing. I saw a few people looking my way as they changed into and out of their clothes, but no one seemed to bother me while I was in there. I saw one person who apparently just arrived as he was stripping off. He was impressive! Dark brown skin, and must have been 6'6”. Even before he dropped his tight boxers, I could see the massive bulge, but when it flopped out as he pulled it down, my mouth fell open. It was huge, despite being only semi-hard. And I saw a shiny string of what I guessed was precum drip down from it, before he quickly wiped it off. I looked up and realized that he'd saw me staring. He smirked at me. Quick as a light, I shot up and rushed out of the changing room, as if I had somewhere to be. Only at the last second did I realize that I still had my phone in my hand. I sheepishly turned around and headed to my locker, realizing it was right near the the locker that the black guy was now loading his clothes into. He smirked again as I came up close to him and opened my locker. I tried to smile back as I opened up my locker, though I imagine it just looked like I had wobbly lips. He seemed to take it for an invitation though, as he reached out and took one of my ass cheeks in his hand, cupping it and squeezing it through the towel. I froze. His hand slipped down my leg then back up underneath my towel, and squeezed even harder. He was still naked, and as I looked, I saw that his cock was getting a bit harder. Some of the other people in the changing room had also stopped to watch. “You're not leaving, are you?” he asked. I swallowed hard, and managed to stammer out "No." Suddenly, there was a sharp pain. It took me a few seconds to work out what it was – he'd drawn his hand back and spanked my ass cheek, knocking my towel off as he did. It piled at my feet as I yelped. He gripped my cheek so tight in his hand that it hurt, especially right after being hit like that. He leaned over asking “Good. Then you're gonna come give me this later, aren't you?” “Yes!” I said, without even thinking. I didn't want to respond that way, but I knew it was the response he wanted. He relaxed his grip on my cheek and began softly stroking it instead. “Good boy,” he replied softly, as he leaned over, which caused me to flinch, but all he did was kiss me on the cheek, just shy of my ear. “Then I'll see you later, and you'd better bring those," nodding at the bottle of poppers I had placed on the bench by my locker. With that, he let go of me, wrapped himself in his towel – which I noted was definitely bigger than mine – locked his stuff away and headed towards the entrance of the steam room. Once he had gone, I quickly picked up my towel, and tried to wrap it around my waist. The people in the changing room started going about their business now that the show was over. My dick was obviously unbothered by the stinging pain in my ass, and still stood rock hard out from me, which made getting my towel back on difficult. I checked my phone – still absolutely nothing from my friend. I felt like I should leave, thinking I'd already made enough mistakes, and my friend would certainly understand. But my cock was still throbbing, and the memory of how had felt when it slipped into that guy's ass kept popping into my head. My ass was tingling, my mouthwatering. I took the poppers out of the locker and locked my stuff away again. That was the last time I checked for messages from the perfect guy.

As the three recovered from their little 'trist' (Austin needing to recover more then the couple) Matt spoke to his sex partners, "Seeing that Austin its feeling better we should be on for Ron to stop by Friday night." John looked up at Matt with a smile, "Sounds like a plan." Austin had no clue what the couple were planning, but had an idea he'd like it. The couple pulled their cocks from Austin's hole. Austin rolled over on the bed as the two got off the bed. Before Austin could get up Matt told him, "Stay where you are till I get back." "OK, but I wanted to take a dip in the pool before we start to make dinner." John barked out, "We're going out to eat tonight." Austin sat in his bed as Matt slipped out to of the room and was back before he knew it. Matt had a tourniquet, needle, a couple small vials and an alcohol wipe. Matt told him, "I'm going to draw a some blood for testing. " Matt drew off enough blood to fill every tube about half way. He pulled the needle from Austin's arm and placed a band aid over the site. "Go ahead and take a quick swim. We'll be leaving in about an hour." Austin went out, hoped in the pool and relaxed. He swam around and felt refreshed. He climbed out, took a quick shower and dressed for dinner. The three pulled into John's car and drove off. John took them to one of the nicest restaurants in the city. They had a nice dinner then went home and before bed Austin sucked load from both men. All three went out by the pool, stripped down and swam around. Then John sat on the edge of the pool as Austin stood in the water and worked on John's cock till he received his 'reward' of a nice load of tastey cum. After John was done Matt took his place on the side of the pool and Austin got his second load of protein to eat. All three swam some more then went to bed. As the three walked into the house Austin asked, "When can I decorate my bedroom?" John answered, "I think that we'll go get the supplies this weekend and you can start working on your room next week. First you need to paint it, then you can pick out pictures for the walls." Austin was getting excited at the idea of finally getting to have the room he's always wanted. The next day Austin resumed his daily routine. The days passed by as John & Matt awaited for the blood tests to return. Come Friday Austin made his call home to his parents. His rents seemed to be more at ease and accepting his new life. While Austin was on the phone with the rents, Matt got a call on his cell phone. As Matt listened to the person on the other end of the call he got a big grin on his face as John looked at him, then both of them looked at Austin. When Austin hung up he was told, "Get your ass out to the play room. Ron will be here soon." Austin stripped down and headed to the play room. When he got out there he was instructed, "Fix yourself a small rig and wait." Austin went about fixing the rig as instructed and waited. He didn't have to wait long when a thin man around 30 walked in with a black bag in hand. Austin was introduced to the man, "Austin, this is Ron." Austin shook the man's hand. "Ron is here to give you something give been working very hard for. We're so proud of you Austin. You're little sickness that you had was what we call the 'fuck flu'. It's something you get when you're sero-convering. We we're like proud parents when you got sick and even prouder when your blood test came back positive." John and Matt were smiling down at Austin as he sat there with his rig in hand waiting to administer it to himself as he processed what they were telling him. "Does that mean I'm HIV+?" "Yes my boy you are poz like us. Ron is here to give you your tattoo. It will be placed on the right side of your chest while a second one, our house brand will be placed on your right ass cheek. This one is similar to the we have on the left side of our chest." Austin had a big grin on his face when he was told that he had not just earned one, but two tattoos. He was very excited at what was about to take place. He was then told to administer his slam and to lady down for the biohazard tattoo. He wasted no time in giving himself his slam then rode the rush as Ron got to work on the biohazard tattoo. The Tina made it easy for Austin to manage the pain from the needle as Ron worked on a nice red and black biohazard symbol on his left pec muscle. Once Ron completed the first tattoo, Austin fixed another small slam and administered it in his arm as he lay on his stomach with his ass up to receive his second tattoo. Austin was strapped down so he could not move. As Ron began to work Matt gave Austin his cock to luck and suck. This distracted Austin as Ron worked. He licked Matt's balls and then Matt's cock from base to tip just before Matt fed him his tool. Matt slowly fucked Austin's face as Ron worked on the teen's ass tattoo. Once Ron finished he and John admired the work. Ron commented, "Looks like he's got a nice ass." "He sure does, care to try it?" " Fuckyeah!" Ron then drop his shorts and pulled out a nice cock, about 8" with a 0 gage PA. He stroked it a few times as John added lube to Ron's cock and some to the house boy's ass. Ron got on his knees behind the teen and eased the tip of his cock in. Austin moaned as Ron inched his way inside. Soon Ron was hammering away at the boy's tight hole. Austin was enjoying the fuck he was getting and as he got fucked his own cock was getting hard beneath him. Ron didn't last long and soon he was filling the boy's ass. "Thaks John. You've got a nice poz house boy there. Sorry I missed your party last week. I bet it was a lot of fun." Austin lookd back at Ron with a big smile on his face, "It was." "I need to get going. Have fun you three." John walked Ron out as Matt removed the straps that were holding the teen in place. When Austin stood up Matt noticed that the teen was boned up really hard and said, "Looks like someone wants to fuck?" as he slowly stroked the teen's 7". Matt then laid on his back and lifted his legs giving Austin access to his ass. John came back in the play room as Austin was sliding his cock inside Matt's ass. "Look who's topping?" John quickly dropped his shorts and stepped up behind Austin. He stroked his his hard prick and as Austin bottomed out inside his partner, John slid inside Austin's already lubed hole. The three worked up a good rhythm as Austin felt the precum flow from his cock and coat the inside of Matt's ass. As John fucked Austin, he was able to able admire Ron's work on the teen's ass. Matt looked up at Austin, taking a finger to the biohazard tattoo on the teen's chest. Austin smiled at the act and leaned in to receive a kiss from the stud he was inside. He the turned his head and looked back at the stud fucking him to get a kiss from John. As the three spent the rest of the weekend fucking and sucking Austin knew he was where he belonged.

Guess I'm a real perv. I was sneaking into my dads room while my parents slept when I was like 12 to blow him, by 14 I was getting fucked by him 3 cousins an uncle and a great uncle. My dads dick was the first cock I swallowed a load from. I know it was long ago but I wonder if he remembers. I'm in my 20s now. He always played asleep but the sounds daddy made when he flooded my throat with his sperm let me know he was awake and loving his boy serving him. Thank God mom takes sleeping pills.

This is my friends experience. So, I went to the baths last night and got a room just as I have been doing for the past several times I’ve visited the baths. There wasn’t much happening as there weren’t many guys there, but I noticed a good looking hispanic guy leaning on the wall a short distance from my room. We noticed each other so i stopped and gave him some attention. He invited me to his room, and immediately asked if I “partied”. I said “no” but I had poppers, and that’s about all I had ever done. We played around a bit, then as I stepped outside his room I told him that I had never partied, but I understand that it makes you really horny. He agreed, and asked if I wanted to find out what it was like. I followed him back into his room and he pulled out his pipe. I immediately got nervous as I wasn’t quite sure about crossing that line in my life. I started thinking about my job and how i could lose it, and my worries became stronger. He said that the drug is out of your system in just 5 days so I shouldn’t worry about detection. He proceeded to put a flame under his pipe and he sucked in a good sized hit. He, then, pulled my mouth to his and blew the smoke into my mouth. I pulled what I could in, but wasn’t really sure what I was doing. As I exhaled, I waited for some sort of effect, but got nothing. He repeated about 3 more times, each time guiding me on what I should do, but I never got anything from it. I also realized, there was no taste or even any smell from the smoke. Is that normal? My question...if he never felt anything from this experience, is it because he really didn’t inhale properly? What should he have felt? This was his very first time doing any kind of enhancement, and he's just not sure about the whole thing. Of course, the guilt is overwhelming as he had never done this before, but even though he may not have “done” it, he still had the intention of doing it. Any input is welcome. Well, the rest of the story goes like this. We hung out pulling tops into his room and they fucked me; he fucked me; we walked around and I found a few more tops to service too. He asked if I wanted to go back to his room and try some more, but I declined. I didn’t stay too much longer before I left. I kept thinking, I didn’t experience the extreme horniness that everyone talks about; I didn’t have any rush like I’ve read; NO problem sleeping last night and I can say my appetite wasn't effected either. Again, it will be interesting to hear comments and input. Thanks guys.

Started out with my dad when I was a kid... He was a cop and no one woulda guessed the sick shit he was doing at home with me. Went on for years... Now I find that all kinds of 20 year olds here in LA suddenly see me as Dad... Always try to help out... OINK