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Growing up as a kid in the city was awesome with all the sights and sounds that you could see and hear. Our family was big with myself, my sister, our parents who between them had ten brothers and sisters or aunties and uncles to us kids. At the age of 10 I loved the holiday season and the big family get togethers. I looked forward to it and hoped that my parents would enjoy it as they had endured a year of hell caused by one of my dad's brothers. They had been careful not to talk about anything in front of us kids so we did not what was really going on or with who. We set off to our grandparents' house for the family shindig and, by chance, we were more-or-less the last to arrive, as all of our cousins and older relations seemed to be present. We gathered in the lounge, chatting and enjoying pre-dinner drinks. I noticed that the atmosphere was somewhat subdued. Vinnie my older cousin was sat next to me. He was 16 and, at least in my eyes, a bit of an idiot. Still I turned to him and quietly asked what was going on. Fixing my gaze with a stare, he mouthed the word 'later'. An hour or so later we sat down for dinner and things slowly got back to normal. By then I noticed that Uncle Pete was missing from the gathering. Uncle Pete is my dad's youngest brother. At 20 years old he had gone college and landed himself a pretty good job. In terms of family dynamics Uncle Pete always seemed to be the odd one out. He was also physically somewhat different as, unlike most of the family, he had black hair, piercing blue eyes, at six feet was taller than most of us, and had a jock build as he had played quarterback in college. Being 10 the curiosity got the better of me. Desert was being served when I asked across the table "Where is Uncle Pete, is he not coming?" Spoons dropped into bowels as the adults looked over at me and my grandma replied "He is coming over later for an hour, his work is keeping him busy." Conversation was swiftly moved on to other subjects so us kids finished and left the table and went to the lounge. Vinnie came over and asked if I knew what was going on. Learning I was out of the loop, Vinnie quietly told me Uncle Pete had fallen-in with a bad crowd of people, and had come-down sick as a result of 'doing things his way'. "I always liked Uncle Pete," I told Vince. To my astonishment he replied "Don't get let him like you too much in return," as he turned and walked off to chat with another family member. I was somewhat mystified by Vince's mysterious remark, but when, at 9:00 PM Uncle Pete turned up in the lounge with all the adults, he extended a general greeting, dropped off his presents, and in short order was off. That was the last I saw of him until I was 19, at which time I was in college, living in the dorms as it was an hour drive from home. In the years between the somewhat mysterious Christmas party and my 19th year, I had developed in a lot of areas: I was tall, my hair was jet black, and my eyes, like Uncle Pete's, were an odd shade of piercing blue. Moreover, during the last three or so years I had been going to the gym, consequently buffing up a bit, but more so just to keep myself looking fit. I decided to take up swimming a bit more, so joined a gym that had a pool and was only a 15 minute bus ride from campus. The swimming time also gave me a little escape time from college and friends, although I often was accompanied by a couple of college mates who were gay, and who would lightly flirt with me to and from the gym. I certainly didn't mind their attention, seeing it as harmless fun. We got along very well. One day returning to the campus from the pool one of the guys mentioned 'Bluey the sex god' and how his absence from the pool was an occasion for disappointment. "Bluey... what sort of name is that?" I laughed at them. The guys described 'Bluey' as exceptionally fit, with deep blue eyes and mentioned he openly gave the other men at the pool the once-over, including, as it turned out, me, although I hadn't apparently registered him. One of the guys also remarked "You know, you have the same blue in your eyes as Bluey." Quite involuntarily my eyes widened, and I found myself staring at my buddy until he smacked me on the arm remarking "Any way, Bluey is a tainted lover. He's forbidden fruit." With that the guys laughed as the bus arrived at the campus. I finished lessons at 4:00 PM one Wednesday and decided to head over to swim a couple of miles. As I walked in to the pool area I was surprise to see it was quite busy but still I got in a set of on my two-mile swim. As I finished I stopped in the shallow end of the pool to take five, just as another swimmer pulled up, "Hi", he said as he caught his breath he removed his swim goggles to piercing blue eyes. "Matt?" Returning his gaze I immediately recognized Uncle Pete. "I see you ended up with the my hair as well as my eyes," he laughed. I was overwhelmed to see him and gave him a hug. We exited the pool, moved to the locker room where we changed as we chatted away. I explained I was at campus down the road. He mentioned he lived a scant three blocks away, inviting me to catch-up over coffee at the little coffee shop across the road. We sat down with our drinks and I asked him "Why have you never been back to see us?" "It's complicated" he replied but I kept pushing him as I reminded him I was not longer a kid, "You don't need to tell me your no kid anymore you are quite a stunner now, how many girlfriends have you had?" he asked, he caught me off guard with that question "Oh, I have a few girls that flirt with me constantly at college, I went on a date with one of them but, I don't know, it just didn't seem to be right so we just remained friends. How about you? Are you married yet?" "No, I had one relationship but that went sour big time so I am just playing the field at the moment," Uncle Pete replied, giving me a quick grin. I couldn't get over how attractive uncle Pete was at 29 and how he had kept his fine physique. We exchanged phone numbers but he was careful to remind me not to tell anyone in the family we were in touch otherwise they would flip out. I decided to stay on campus more and more at weekends and this Saturday I was going to Uncle Pete's for dinner and as promised I told no one in the family as our relationship had grown stronger and I loved being around him. Uncle Pete answered the door, surprising me somewhat when I saw he was wearing nothing more than Lycra shorts. Of course I undertook a surreptitious glance at his body, buy my eyes stalled at his crotch as the Lycra outlined a bulge that looked like it was trying to free itself from the Lycra confines. "Hell I feel overdressed!" I joked. "I have another pair if it will make you feel comfortable" Uncle Pete replied laughing as we moved in to his beautifully decorated home. Two wine glasses appeared and a bottle of red wine, "Are you allowed to drink?" he asked. "I guess I can have a glass," I replied, he sat down next to me and we clinked glasses, he still made no attempt to get dressed properly. I kept ribbing him about it so he got up went to down the hall to the bedroom came back and threw a pair of Lycra shorts at me. "Here put these on then maybe you will shut up," giggling as he said so. Setting my glass aside, I stood, stripped off my clothing, all of my clothing, and was pulling-up the Lycra shorts when Uncle Pete exclaimed "Wow!" Chuckling, I responded "Hands off until I'm drunk," which Uncle Pete apparently found amusing as he chirped in reply "Deal." Hell, the Lycra was tight as it slipped up over legs and around my waist. I felt quite exposed, yet simultaneously incredibly sensual. Somehow it was easy to get used to the Lycra, perhaps because we were similarly dressed. In any event we had a delicious, light dinner and as we sat at the table I interrogated him again as I sipped on my third glass of wine feeling overly warm and giddy. "So are you going to tell me what is going on, no one in the family will talk about it?" I asked in a serious slurring tone. "Well the family don't accept my lifestyle and the choices I made." I leaned back in the chair "Do you fuck around with guys?" I blurted out and blushed at the same time. "That's one way of putting it," Uncle Pete replied, adding "You know you are in so many ways like me when I was your age. Perhaps you haven't found out who you really are." I contemplated his statement as the alcohol crept throughout my body, leaving me slightly dizzy. Suddenly the name Bluey bounded to the front of my brain as it all started making a drunk kind of sense. As we moved in to the lounge he sat on the sofa and I collapsed next to him and he put his arm around me and pulled me close. In one movement I found my hand stroking his chest as his lips touched my forehead. We sat in silence for a few minutes in our drunken state "You will have to stay here the night, I can't let you go back to campus in that state or you will be expelled." I let out a low sigh and nuzzled in closer. I move my hand across his shorts and his cock which by now was even more pronounced through the Lycra. He stood up and dragged me to my feet as he guided me to the bedroom where I promptly collapsed face down in the middle of the bed. I felt the Lycra slipped past my thighs and crotch and hear them as they fell to the floor in a muffled sound. Suddenly I felt the hands running up and down my legs as they were being gently pried apart as a warm flow of air ran over the hole of my arse, a sensation of deep pleasure erupted in my body as my Uncle licked at my arse hole, caressing in slow circling motions. I lay there, clawing at the sheets, as the intensity grew as low guttering mumbles escaped my mouth. I was powerless to resist. A sharp pain erupted from my arse causing by body to twitch as he aggressively penetrated me with two fingers twisting his wrist around. As the pain grew a burning sensation hit me, causing me to snap back to reality asking him to stop what he was doing, but I felt his hand pushed in to my back holding me down as he twisted his wrist left then right in rapid succession as his fingers were digging in to my arse scratching sharply at the anal wall. Just as suddenly as it started, Uncle Pete withdrew his fingers. A sense of stillness enfolded around me even as he pushed me my legs apart, his body enveloping mine, his arms wrapped around my neck and chest as I felt his hips rising up. I felt a stabbing at my hole. An increasingly excruciating pain shot through my pelvis up my spinal column, causing my hands to clench a fist full of bedding as his hips came crashing down. I may have screamed and bucked, but his power was overwhelming. He tightened his grip on my neck and chest, his cock now fully embedded in my arse. His body rocked back and forth over my back and arse as his hips pushed down and up in a continuous rapid motion. "Stop, please," I slurred, but not a word escaped form his lips as he continued fucking my arse, gradually picking-up speed and intensity, his feet now hooked around my calves, pushing them further apart, which gave his hips more leverage. His pace accelerated as his cock ripped through me with every thrust. Uncle Pete gave a jolt as his body shuddered he moaned loudly as he released his tainted seed in to my body, his hips pushing my arse down and deeper in to the bed, my tears flowing freely on to the pillow. Even now he still had me pinned down - I couldn't move. He rolled on his side still holding my body tightly in a spooning position he feel in to a deep sleep. The alcohol had subdued my pain and agony and I drifted off in to a induced sleep. I woke as sunlight streamed through the window my head felt like a brick. I tried to move, but Uncle Pete's arms were still wrapped around my chest, although his cock had slipped out of my arse at some point in the night. As I moved his arms he mumbled and turned over. I sat up and noticed a pink dried patch on the bed where we had been laying. Stepping into the bathroom, I threw up several times as I knelt on the cold floor tiles I placed my head against the wall tiles for the coolness. Beginning to return to normality Uncle Pete came in to the bathroom and gave me a glass of water "You will be dehydrated, you drank a lot of wine last night." "What did you do to me?" I asked shyly. "Actually we sort of made love." I got in the shower and as I ran my hand over my arse, feeling a soreness such as I had never before experienced. I kept trying to run through what had happened but the pieces wouldn't fit together. I dressed had a coffee and made my excuses to leave heading to the bus stop back to campus. I kept a low profile for the next few weeks but gradually became aware the odd person would stare at me in the canteen. Judging by the way groups would look over at me then hudde back together, I suspected a rumor was circulating that somehow involved me. One day I was seated with one of my gay friends, so I thought to ask him if he knew of any rumors that involved me. My friend took a deep breath and replied "The rumor is you slept with Bluey from the pool." "Actually 'Bluey' is my Uncle." "Yes, everyone knows he is your Uncle and that you had unprotected sex with him - for which he is quite notorious about amongst the gay community." Thank god it was the last day of college for the summer. Although Uncle Pete texted me, I didn't reply to him. The next day I had my belongings packed and was ready when my parents arrived for the ride home. "How was college?" they asked. "Fine. I passed all my exams. Oh, Dad, would you put the air-conditioning on? I feel light headed and hot." By the time we pulled up the driveway I was sweating profusely, so I went to bed, and then spent a few days laid-up with flu symptoms. By now I began to realise Uncle Pete had set out to deliberately to enact his revenge on the family for having ostracized him. It was simply my bad luck to have been chosen. Still, over the following years my resentment cooled and he helped me through a lot things personally and professionally. We became very close and would have sex on a regular basis. I even raped him one night and now it has turned in to a game of who can rape who.

I'm a full-grown adult now, but that totally happened without my consent. I was never ready to be an a grownup and take responsibility for my own life. This would be particularly embarrassing if I were to admit my real age now -- which I won't. Let's just say that I was a child of the 1980's, and leave it that. Was it because I was an only child, born to parents who'd wanted a big family? And treated me like a baby for far too long? People think only kids are spoiled and that's certainly correct. Or at least it was back then. That status comes with a price, though. All of my parents' expectations were put on me instead of spread out among three or four siblings. I was pushed to read books before I was even fully comfortable with the alphabet. It was a confusing. I remember Dad handing me the evening paper when he came home from work and telling me to be prepared to discuss what I'd read at the dinner table. Pressure. Oh man. I couldn't decipher much. "Well?", my dad would ask as he forked meat loaf into his mouth. "There's a movie coming to The Twilight called "Tron". It looks good. Can we go see it?" His expression told me that we would not. "Did you read any of the news stories? We need to get you a tutor. I've already got some names. Meanwhile -- finish your plate, drink your milk and the go watch CNN. Soak up some real news for once." For once? They were always watching that channel. None of it was very interesting to me. I gave no shits about politics or Reagan or any of stuff. But an emerging story did catch my attention. There was a deadly disease spreading around gay communities that they couldn't figure out. All they knew was that Africans had started it and it had something to do with monkeys. Possibly. I just wasn't old enough to dissect this information. As horrific as this story was, it did help me strive to learn more. My reading skills improved rapidly due to my interest in AIDS. It was a medical mystery that had elements of horror and sex. Gay men were getting sick and dying after sucking or doing other things with an infected dick. Sperm and blood seemed to be part of it. By sixth grade, I was going to the public library and poring through periodicals for more information. Would I get this disease? I was probably gay -- was that enough to doom me? I read the articles with a chill running up my neck and over my scalp. A year or so later, I read about the Patient Zero. He was supposedly the guy who introduced the disease to our country. His name was Gaetan Dugas...a Canadian flight attendant who had brought the virus to New York. He was handsome, blonde and athletic. I looked at his black and white photo over and over. He was responsible for this mess, but that didn't make him any less beautiful to look at. He died in 1983. His kidneys had failed because of the AIDS virus. I skipped Junior High altogether because the administration decided I was "advanced". If they only knew I spent all my free time lusting after an older blonde man who was dead now. You can only guess how hard it was to look ten years old and be in a classroom with teens who were developing adult bodies. I was made fun of and picked on every single day! Miserable...but I kept my head down and advanced. Most of the teachers seemed to dislike me too, but were still giving me good grades. When would I ever fit in anywhere? Never? The Summer before junior year, I grew into a man. My voice got deeper and my height increased by almost a foot. "Growth Spurt" was what hey called it. I don't think my spinal cord was ready for it because it started to curve a bit. You couldn't tell unless my shirt was off -- which it never was. I'd been lucky enough to miss P.E. classes. I spent my time reading or daydreaming. AIDS was of no concern to the kids around me. It was 'a fag disease', and it happened 'somewhere else'. I was still obsessed with it though. Maybe it was the sexual aspect of it. I sat in the library and read all the magazines that featured stories about the emerging epidemic. I remember one piece in "Newsweek" about the devastation in San Francisco. There was a black and white photo of a solitary man wearing only a white towel, sitting alone on a bench. It was taken in the city's only remaining bath house. I had no idea what a bath house was...it seemed like a big locker room. Was this the kind of place where sexy Gaetan had gone to first spread the viral load he had between his legs. I'm sure they had those kind of places in New York. Maybe he went to one of those gay bars...like 'The Dark" which was in our town. I imagined what it was like back in the early 80's. I knew a lot from reading, and I knew that over a decade had passed since The Stonewall Riots. Gays were fighting for rights and (slowly) becoming a presence in American culture. They didn't have to worry about unwanted pregnancy, they fucked with no worries. I imagined a smoky bar full of hot gay men, drinking beer from bottles and touching each other. Lots of leather. They'd think nothing of a dashing blonde walking in and ordering a drink. He was handsome, but there were probably a hundred handsome there. Competition. He had a ticking bomb inside him that would change gay life for many years. Inside of his balls was a virus that would claim so many millions of lives, but on that particular night he was just a face in the crowd. I thought about who he'd meet first, who would buy him a drink and flirt with him. Did he have a French accent like some Canadians do? Is it weird that I wanted to be the guy who found him first? If only I could go back in time and be 'Patient One'. I guess the responsible thing would be to kill the both of us afterward, but I don't know if I could do that. I was leading such a sexless life then that I would take whatever from whomever. You could say that I was a 'bug chaser' before the term existed. If only. Did death and disease turn me on? Possibly. Fast forward to my 18th birthday. I was in my third year of college and had changed quite a bit. I lived in one of those "progressive" dorms. You know -- artists, hippies, Wiccans. etc. I was smoking clove cigarettes and took a drink from time to time. My roommate was a 'performance artist' and was usually on a mushroom trip. We got along. I was working on a double major and didn't really pay attention to what went on around me. There was a smoking room in the school's giant library. and I'd go there every hour or so to get my fix. Of course there would be one or two gay dudes there. One of them would always make eye contact with me, but I wasn't into him. Not at all. I had a 'type' and he wasn't even close. I liked the menacing, dangerous type. He had a man purse, for Christ's sake. I was coming back from the library when I first felt the pain in my chest. I thought it was from the cold air. I continued on back toward the dorms, but they were so far. Maybe if I just sat for a minute... blackness I remember feeling so much better a few minutes later, better than I'd ever felt. I remember bits and pieces of falling to the sidewalk on campus. I might have hit my head...or had heart failure. Whatever -- I guess I died. Right? Was there any kind of official confirmation from an angel or something when you passed on? Did God chime in with a "howdy-do"? Maybe that happened for normal people, good people. I was alone in darkness, listening to loud traffic and footsteps and crowds talking. Maybe if everybody shut up for a minute, I could hear the tiny voice of my deceased grandmother. Maybe... "Oh, Honey! Did you start too early? Let me help you up, OK?" A drag queen in a blonde wig with shoulders like a linebacker lifted me to my feet. I was in a city that I guessed was New York based on the skyline. Yep. I was dead. This was too unreal to be not unreal. "Can you walk? Do you need a cab?" I suddenly felt just fine. Perfect, actually. I was aware that I was dressed differently...very differently. I was wearing black leather boots with small silver chains across the tops of my feet. My jeans were grubby and torn -- as was my white t-shirt. I had on a leather jacket that was boss as hell. Yep. This was either a dream or a post-death illusion. I turned to the drag queen and 'her' companion. She was tall and dolled-up to the max. She might have been going for a Mae West look, but was too tall and thin to pull it off convincingly. Her friend was a short, dumpy little guy who looked bored and on the verge of a making a run for it. I just walked with them for a block or two. "What year is this?" "Lordy! Are you that far gone? Did you drink too much tonight?" "No. I think I'm dead. I'm supposed to be in 1992." Mae West stopped and grabbed my arm. "Dear me. Eddie -- we are in the company of a time-traveler here!" The dumpy dude just looked at his watch and sighed. "No. I'm just a little confused is all. Please tell me today's date and I'll leave you two alone." "It is May 1st, 1981. You are probably headed to 'The Eagle's Nest', right? You've got the look. We're going further up the block to someplace a little more friendly. Come join us later if you get a chance. Here you go, Sweetie. That black door under the light bulb is your place. Do you still have your wallet with you?" Fuck if I knew. Yeah. I did. It was thick with cash, but no credit cards, no student I.D. . "Yeah. I'm good. Thanks for your help, Beautiful Angel." She blew me a kiss and moved on. I was here the same night Patient Zero had arrived in town on a layover. I was getting my chance to be his first 'victim'. I guess that was why I was here. To let the AIDS virus begin and end with me. He'd be sick and dying in a short tine and I was already dead -- so what would be the problem? Once inside the door, I was immediately struck by how many hot men were there. New York. All the beauties migrated to this city. Where was Gaetan? Had he not arrived yet? I had no idea what time it was, but it seemed early. I got a beer from the bar and maneuvered through the crowd of men until I found a space to lean against the grimy wall. A handsome man - dressed just like I was - came up and offered me a cigarette. "Hi. I'm Tommy. Are you new in town?" "Very." "I thought so. You like it so far?" "Yeah. I'm waiting for someone, but this place is so big. It's just important that we meet." "Well..this place has four levels. This is the main bar, and there's a dance floor upstairs. The top level is completely dark and you can get into the heavy stuff. The basement is only open for brown or yellow parties." "What are those?" "God, you really are new. 'Yellow Parties' are for men who like to piss on each other and drink piss and stuff like that. 'Brown Parties' are pretty much the same except with shit instead of pee. It's invitation only, but I can introduce you to the guy who works here and makes the guest list." He arched his eyebrows and looked at me with some sort of flirty expectation. "Uh. No. I don't think so." He probably regretted buying me a beer. Did he do it so I'd later urinate it on him? Who knows. This was like being in a foreign country and dealing with locals who knew everything already. I decided to move more toward the entrance so I could catch a glimpse of Gaetan when he entered. I also needed to find the restroom. I'd drank that beer a little too fast. Jesus -- who knows what I'd find in there? I asked a big fat guy with a tattooed neck where the restrooms were, and he pointed me in the direction. My bladder was about to burst as I found my way inside the dimmest, grossest bathroom in the world. Was I in Hell now? I knew I was dead but that thought took a backseat to my my desperate need to piss. Normally, I'm one of those 'pee shy' guys who can't go if anyone else is near. Fuck that now. I let loose a long, thick stream in the only empty urinal and groaned a little. I knew there were men all around me...and maybe they had thoughts or comments about me...or maybe not. It was probably pointless to wash my hands, but I always did it back when I was alive. Habit. Then I saw my reflection in the smeared mirror. Who the hell was that?! I guess it looked like me in some ways, but I was older (28? 29?) and the shape of my jaw had changed. It was more square and had a cleft in my chin. I looked like a guy I'd be attracted to. The afterlife wasn't so bad after all. I moved back through the crowd to find a spot close to the entrance. There was a table that looked like a strategic place to sit and watch for Gaetan. There was another dude sitting there, but the confidence I felt from my fake new looks. He wouldn't mind. He was a bearded big guy in full leather drag...including the cop cap. "Howdy. Mind if I sit here for a second?" "Not at all. I've never seen you here before..are you new in town?" "You could say that." "I did say that. You don't have a drink....let me get you one. What's your brand?" His big brown eyes crinkled when he smiled. "Anything. I'll have what your having." He stood up from the bar stool, looking all tall and massive. It occurred to me that I could suck this stud's dick and let him fuck me, and there would be no consequences...except maybe a few of those STDs that weren't life-threatening. I wasn't really here, so why not just have as much fun as possible? The music from the dance floor upstairs got louder all the sudden. Donna Summer...'I feel loooo-ooove' . My big grizzly returned with a two bottles of a weird beer I'd never seen before and two shot glasses. I knew how it worked. You downed the shot and the drank the beer. Right? I have no idea what the liquor in the shot was, but it had a nice burn. We sipped the brews and got friendly. "I'm Burt. What's your name?" "Ross. Nice to meet you. It's getting loud in here all of the sudden." "Midnight. So I guess you've never been here before." "Nope. I talked to some guy earlier who told me about all the levels. I'd like to check them out...but not the basement." He grinned. "It stinks like an outhouse down there. There's black garbage bags covering the floor and walls...and weird stuff like random bathtubs and ...it's not my thing." "Do you dance?" "I LOVE to dance, but I usually don't because I look like a giant circus animal on the dance floor." "Nah. I want to dance with you, Burt." He warmed to the idea and led me up the stairs to where disco beats were still alive and thriving. And so loud. Blondie started cooing out an extended version of "Heart of Glass". Even though only about ten guys were there, I grabbed Burt's giant hand and led him out under the spinning lights. Songs like that get inside your body and make it move for you. I was really enjoying myself, but felt like I was overheating. I moved my mouth close to his ear and asked if there was a safe place I could leave my jacket. He nodded. We both took our leather off and he carried them somewhere. Such a cool relief. When Burt returned he made a comment about my body. It seemed like he thought I should remove my t-shirt too. Uh, no. I was very shy in my old life and never exposed my underdeveloped torso -- plus there was that curve in my back. But what the hell? I was in a death dream or something anyway. My face had changed, and so maybe my body did too. "I will if you will." That's all it took for him to rip the shirt from my body as he also removed mine. He tossed them over his shoulder like pieces of trash. I might have been upset if not for the sight of his abundant body hair and impressive build. Big bulge as well. I'd forgotten all about Patient Zero now. I wanted to have sex with Burt. Soon. Sadly, the Blondie song smoothly transitioned into a thumping disco song I'd never heard. Burt said something I didn't quite hear. I gave him a look that was supposed to say "what?", but he just got closer and wrapped me in a big sweaty hug. Then the music stopped (or so I thought) and the room went completely dark... "Open your eyes, Ross. ROSS! Wake up and look at us!" My mother's voice. "I think his color is better today. A little. Open your eyes right now, young man!" Dad. Another voice mumbled. A woman. I'm almost certain it was my aunt Bev. Maybe. "Do they know yet? Do they know what caused this?" "Not yet. I thought for sure it was speed or some other drug, but I checked his computer at the dorm and his phone. No clues there." Good old dad. "His heartbeat is almost regular now and he can breathe on his own, but he won't wake up." "The doctor is supposed to check in before noon." Mom sounded hopeful. Then it was back to the dance floor with Burt all over me. We weren't even dancing, just vertically humping. "You stumbled. Are you wasted?" "No. Just halfway between life and death." "That's all of us, Ross." He grinned and I was now certain that I wanted to have sex with him...while this dream/afterlife lasted. "Show me the upstairs, Burt." Another wide grin. "You sure? There's no light and usually crazy shit going on." "Yeah, I'm not really here anyway. Lead the way." For whatever reason, Burt seemed to like my cryptic words. Or maybe he just thought I was drunk. Fine line. "The stairs are a little steep...and completely unlit. I'll go first, but grab my belt so you you can follow safely." "How about I just grab your ass?" "That works, Buddy!" Total darkness. I thought he was giving me further instructions, but I couldn't make out what he was saying. "Ross! We know you can hear us, Honey. Your brain waves and blood pressure are almost normal. Talk! Wake up!" My poor mom. If only she would leave me alone for a little longer. "It was a heart attack," my dad said. "Apparently he's got a faulty valve. It has a name, but I can't remember it." Dad. "Can it be fixed?" That was my cool aunt again. I was glad she was keeping my joyless parents company. "He's gay, by the way. There is some shit on the laptop that confirms it. He was apparently obsessed with the guy who brought AIDS to North America." God love my aunt...her own brain waves were always amped to the max. "He may have been working on a term paper...and would have found out that the guy they called 'Patient Zero' was not the real culprit. Apparently, HIV came to the United States in the 70's. and it sprang up in several cities at about the same time." "Who gives a good goddamn?! He's a gay kid in a coma. Don't say one more word for now, Bev." Count on Dad to always have my back. "Damn, kid. You stumbled again. Are you sure you're up for this?" Burt grabbed my hand with his giant paw. "Yeah. I don't see so well in the dark." "We're in luck. There's a little bit of light. Little camping lanterns or something. Too bad we're here already...I liked you holding my ass." "The pleasure was all mine, Burt." He wrapped a massive arm around my shoulders. "The bar is right up here in the front. I need something strong just now...you?" "VERY strong." I heard all kinds of sex noises from every direction. 'Enjoy it while you can' was all I thought. Burt left me alone there in the semi-dark. That's when I saw him. Gaeten. I knew it was him because I'd memorized what his photos looked like. He was striking, with that blonde hair and mustache. He was standing (maybe shorter than I'd thought), right next to one of those little lanterns because I guess he knew he looked good lit from below. It made his jaw look stronger and sharper. He was not at all muscular, but his features were striking. I considered my situation. I had Burt - who was fetching me a drink, and who I was attracted to -- and I also felt as though I was here on a mission and had to do this...get his infected seed somehow. We locked eyes and I smiled in his direction. He responded instantly and motioned me over. I went right to him like I was in a trance. "Hi. I think I know you. You work for a Canadian airline, right? He was taken aback a little... "How did you know? I've only been to New York four times before, and I never met a guy that looked like you." I was either drunk or cocky ... or stupid when I said "You're famous." That somehow made him feel good about himself because he put a small finger to my face, "Ahhh. Thanks. I'm a real blonde -- just so you know." I was about to say another flirty thing when Burt found me, and wrapped me up in his big,bare arm. He pulled me to the side a bit... "He's a dud. I've fucked him twice -- and he fucked me once. Smallest dick ever. I barely felt it, but he does have that French passion. The accent was the only reason I let him fuck me a month ago. Twice. I don't like getting fucked, but I was okay with it." So I guess I wasn't going to be 'Patient One' -- maybe not two or three either. Did this mean Burt was infected? It didn't make sense. Why was I here? Why now? I knew from some movie I watched once that little brain adventures like this happened for a reason. Was I suppose to learn a life lesson? What was the end game? "Let's go somewhere and talk, Burt." At first he grinned like 'talk' was code for 'fuck', but I think he could tell by my expression that I was troubled by something. "What's wrong? Did you want the French guy to join us? I'd be open to just about anything tonight." "No. Do you know what's going on? Are you part of this? I just need to know if all of you here are in on it." "Uh oh. You're on something, right?" "No...I mean...I'm not sure." He took my hand and led me through a maze of guys getting blow jobs and doing other stuff. We were at the far end of the room with a little battery-powered lantern on the floor. "Guys always steal these things and take them home. That way they see some sponsor's logo every day. I'll grab one for you if I want." "Sure -- but I don't think I live here in New York, or even have a place." I was about to elaborate a little more but I stumbled again. Backwards. I'd stepped on and fell back on a large gym mat. I remember these from P.E. class. Burt plopped down too. "I think you need to just clear your head a little. Relax. At least this mat feels relatively clean. Rest for a minute, Ross. I'll be right back." I was flat on my back, looking at dancing shadows and listening to grunts, moans, and "Fuck yeah!"s. I had to be dead. That was the only explanation for this. For all I knew there could be gateway to Narnia nearby. Then Burt was back down on the mat with me. He had two more beers for us and some things in a plastic baggie. "What's that?" "I scored some lube and poppers from a friend of mine who works at the bar. Am I assuming too much? I just want to fuck the weirdness out of you, Buddy." "Yeah. I want that. I've never done poppers before, but I know what they are." He opened a tiny little bottle and sniffed the opening. "Sit up a little. There you go. Now inhale through your nose, deep. I'm going to take your boots off." It reminded me of some smell from a mechanics garage. And then I felt my head spin...in a good way. Burt had taken off my boots, socks, pants and underwear. Good. And the he took off the rest of his clothes and it was a sight to behold....the lantern light made his naked body look otherworldly somehow. His big sweaty boner looked like some sort of beautiful monster from where I was viewing it. Hell, that thing made a long shadow that reached all the way to his chin. Wow. All man. "Yeah. I knew it. You're an angel of some sort." "Never been called that before. How do you like it? On your back?" "However you want. I've never done this, Burt. Take over." I didn't need to say much more because already working a fat finger covered with lube into mt butt hole. My friend Arna from high school told me all about her first time. She said it was the same kind of pain as if you pulled your earlobe really hard. His big finger was already causing me some discomfort, and he was breathing heavily as he worked deeper into my ass. I think he had two fingers up there by the time I took my third sniff from the bottle of poppers. Maybe three fingers. I felt open and free of worry. "Lift your knees up as close to your chest as you can. Good. Just like that. Now...get ready." His full weight was on me and I was thankful for the cushion beneath me. Burt's erection was poking all around my hole, trying to find the prize. He found it. DAMN! It hurt when he snaked it in, but I didn't complain at all. "Ahhh. Wow." "Damn, boy. You are so tight down there...it's like a fist is grabbing my cock. If you don't loosen up a little, I'm going to fucking cum too fast..." "Do it, Burt. Get me pregnant!" "You can't open a little? Just a little?" As much as I willed myself to relax, it wasn't happening. Burt was thrusting and sweating as his shadowy expression told me he was close to an orgasm. Was he about to infect me? he had to..or this "journey" was pointless. He went all the way to the end of my insides and groaned loudly. He was emptying his load into the center of me. "FUCK! I....I hope I didn't hurt you too bad." I answered him with a deep kiss and let him rest on top of me for a minute. We'd drawn a small crowd of guys in various stages of arousal. I can almost remember being shy and easily-embarrassed. They moved closer. As soon as Burt stood up, another dude was on top of me. I didn't agree to this, but I was in no position to fight back. I wondered if Burt would rescue me, but he seemed to not care. "Go ahead and get a piece of that...he's a mental case and probably high as hell." A total of seven guys fucked me as the night went on. The lanterns were losing power and the room got darker, but I still recognized the face of the slender guy fucking me...it was Gaetan. He did indeed have passion in his hips. "Thank you for doing this." He was confused. "Uh. My pleasure. Remember me when you get back." That was an odd thing to say, but I was in an odd world. Then all the lanterns finally died out and I was in blackness again. I felt used and abused, but it didn't matter. "He's awake. His eyelids are fluttering and he looked right at me for half a second." Mom. "Ross? How do you feel? Can you speak to me, honey?" I tried to open my mouth, but I felt completely dehydrated and unable to form words. "You're in the hospital. You had an episode with your heart, but it can be repaired with surgery. You'll be good as new after that." Well, that was good. "They have to wait to do the procedure until your fever comes down. Hospitals are so full of germs -- you never know what you're going to catch." "You have no idea," I thought.

Sorry, but I have to disagree completely with what @bdbottom said above. Having a healthy immune system in no way shields a person from becoming infected with HIV. The only way you could resist the virus is if you had developed immunity through exposure, and what makes HIV so treacherous is that by the time your body develops antibodies to it, it’s already hijacked your immune system. The idea that you can avoid HIV through healthy diet and exercise alone is rubbish. Ditto with other STDs, by the way - you don’t develop immunity to gonorrhea or chlamydia from having had it. You can get it again. There is some debate about whether effective immunity can be developed to syphilis via exposure. Herpes and genital warts are both spread by shedding virus, and if you’re not already infected, you have no immunity (younger men may have been vaccinated against HPV in recent times.) Hep A and Hep B are lurking, and you can be vaccinated against those - but Hep C is as present a danger as HIV, and there is no cure, Crabs, of course, are simply pubic lice, and can leap onto anyone, no matter how clean and healthy you are. Sorry to be the square dildo at the orgy, but you asked about STDs, and them’s the facts, my friend. To answer your original question, my gangbang experiences have landed me exactly one STD: HIV. And yes, I was quite healthy at the time.

The doorbell rang at 8:30 PM on chilly wet Thursday evening at the start of long four-day Easter weekend in mid April. I left work at 4:00 PM that day and headed home, where, upon walking through the door, I witnessed my housemates, Chris and Will frantically rushing about preparing for a trip they had booked at the last minute to Greece. When they decided to look at going away I couldn’t get all the time off work and I would go with them later in the year. Their cases packed they ran out the house to head to the airport, closing the door behind them. I looked forward to four days of bliss and doing nothing. Will sent me a text telling me they were boarding the flight, followed by a text from Chris which read "Sorry to do this as it slipped my mind at the time. A guy called Barry may come at 8:30 PM. Please give him my apologies and I will contact him when I get back.” Typical, I thought. How typical I should be asked to clean up his messy arrangements. I had some dinner and sat down to watch a film. Chris was a bit of a put it about town guy, whereas Will quieter but still a sex maniac. I was 26 and just a normal guy at 5’8", average build, not such a sex maniac but enjoyed a good love maker. Just after the opening credits had passed, and before the main action commenced, there was a knock at the door. Opening the front door I was greeted by a male voice asking “Oh, hello, is Chris here?” “Are you Barry?” I asked. He nodded in reply, and, noticing he was wet from the rain I invited him in explaining “I am sorry but Chris is on a flight to Greece, last minute holiday booking.” As he looked and muttered thought it was to good to be true, I explained again that it was a very last minute thing. I offered him a chance to dry off and made a coffee. Barry was late 40’s 5’11” slim build with a mohican style haircut cut and goatee beard. He took his coat off and sat down as I handed him his coffee. We chatted a while and he had travelled five hours on the train and was set to spend the weekend with Chris. “That’s unusual for Chris to invite someone to stay the weekend. What were you planning on doing?” I asked out of interest. “He wanted to spend the time having me breeding him to knock him up.” Not quite fully understanding what he meant I asked him to explain it a bit more. “He wanted me to bareback fuck and shoot my toxic seed into his arse all weekend,” Barry replied. “You was going to poz him?” To my shock he nodded in affirmation. Being in his presence was quite intoxicating and dangerous I thought, still I asked “Are you heading back tonight?” “No, last train has gone.” “Well you could stay over and head back in the morning,” I offered, thinking that it should be fine. He gratefully accepted my invitation, stepped over to me and thanked me with a kiss on the cheek and a cuddle. Did I linger to long or did he as I still had my arms wrapped around him as he looked at me and smiled “Do you like to make love or fuck?” he asked, taking me by surprise. “More love making,” I replied as he gently caressed my cheek with his hand and his mouth moved towards mine he kissed me on the mouth tenderly several times. “I don’t bareback at all though,” I pointedly explained. He continued his tender kissing moving down my throat and back to my mouth where his lips parted as they rested on mine his tongue flickered in to my mouth and I was swallowed up sexual prowess. We made our way to my bedroom as he kissed me more deeply our mouths locked together as he started undressing me and himself till we stood naked. He gently pushed me towards the bed until I fell on to it, looking up at his hairy chest flowing down to a beautifully erect eight inch thick cock. I felt his cock on my lips as I gladly took the head in to my mouth licking and caressing moving up and down the shaft I noticed a slight salty taste of precum as I continued to massage his cock with my mouth. He pushed me back till I was laying flat on my back and climbed on top of me and continued to kiss me deep and slow. By now I was totally in his power and finding him more and more sexually attractive. His legs started to move mine up around his hips into the missionary position, as he did so I felt the head of his cock rubbing against my hole as my hips pushed upwards. Still lip locked he took my responsiveness as a sign I was ready as his hips gyrated positioning the tip of his cock on my hole, the pressure increased and my hole parted as his head slipped in my back arched up at the pain. His kissing arousing me even further as I felt a bigger surge of pain as he started pushing his thick shaft deeper into my arse until the searing pain stopped and I relaxed. He positioned his arm around my neck to hold my head as he moved his head towards my ear breathing hot air he whispered “I am going to make love to you properly,” he murmured, looking into my eyes as he started slow gently rocking of his hips against mine. Catching my breath I involuntarily moaned. His mouth sought mine with a new tenderness and we became one as our bodies entwined his paved quickened. The pain began to hit again as we had been making love for nearly half an hour and his hips were thrusting forward with more power and speed, he released me from our kiss as his mouth moved to me as his arm around my neck pulling me in tighter he began moaning and grunting louder and louder as his hips bucked and pounded into me. I was lost in ecstasy begging him to make love to me, he let a guttural moan “I’m breeding, yeah, I'm planting my seed in your beautiful body." His hip slammed against mine grinding away as I felt his cock give a big jolt as my arse filled with his warm seed, pulsation after pulsation of seed shooting in me as he held me tight and deep on his cock. He kissed my neck and found my mouth again as we locked together again. We lay together as he turned the light out and fell asleep. As morning came around I woke up to find him lying on his back, as I turned on to my side I felt him roll on to his side coming up behind me his arm went around my body he kissed my neck. I felt his stiff cock rubbing at my arse before he gently eased it in to my hole and pushed me on my stomach. He positioned himself and fucked me hard and rough. The discomfort I was feeling made me struggle slightly which he seemed to enjoy as he started pounding harder. As he moaned and kissed my neck as I felt his cock twitching as it released another toxic load in to my body. Laying on top of me, his cock buried deep inside, panic came over me as I considered what I had just done. Sensing as much, he cuddled me, calming me whispering sweetly in my ear “You're mine now, I own you." Completely seduced by him he asked me if I wanted him to stay until Monday as he enjoyed making love and knocking me up. Against better judgement I agreed, knowing that I was letting this real man make love to me planting his toxic seed inside me. The weekend turned out to be amazing as the sex was very spontaneous as there was no fumbling around for condoms.

Was staying in a hotel for a work trip and found a guy on grindr that was really close - turns out he worked at the hotel. His profile said he was straight and just looking for some boy pussy so I invited him to my room once his shift ended. I greeted him naked at the door and let him in. He is latino, pretty short (about 5'6) with an average build and average sized uncut cock. He told me he doesn't do this often and that I can't tell anyone - that's fine, I say, I just want his load. I lead him back to the bedroom where get gets naked. Unsure of whether or not he expects foreplay, I stand still for a moment before he tells me he just wants to fuck. That's fine, I say again, before bending over the bed and arching my back, ready and waiting for his cock. I have no lube and neither of us makes any mention of condoms, so he spits on his cock and then on my hole and begins to slide into me. It hurts at first - my ass is tight, but he tells me my hairy hole feels good and I can feel his cock get harder in my ass. He begins to pick up his pace, and compliments my boy pussy before telling me to lay sideways. After a few minutes of this he must've been getting close as he pushed me back on my stomach and begin pounding away at my ass mercilessly. I could only lay there and taking it, moaning quietly every time his cock stabbed at my prostate. Finally he grunted and heaved himself deep into my ass and I could feel his rod pulsing a warm load deep into my guts. He pulled out and cleaned up quickly before dressing and leaving. After he was gone I went and pushed his load out into the toilet. I wasn't too surprised to see some blood in the water as well.

Yesterday I fucked an American Student who lives in a halls of residence not far from my office, this is the second time I fucked him, hes friendly, a ten minute walk away and cum hungry which is all good. I had had a stressful day and emptying my balls into his ass felt good before I went back to the office.

Just to qualify, the gangbang experience that I believe got me my HIV was a 34-load event. A personal best.

Posted an ad on BBRTS for no loads refused breeding session. Ended up having 8 guys show up and breed my neg ass. Mixture of negative and undetectable poz guys. But the best was a Toxic poz guy who just left. He pounded my ass hard and could hear the sloshing of the other loads. Me made me beg for his toxic cum as. he bred me deep with his very thick cut cock. He was about 7" but he really knew how to work it, and had a big mushroom head. Pulled out and put in a butt plug to keep his precious poz seed in me. I then sucked him clean and he left. That's all for me tonight, I'm going to jerk off and hit the sack.

Reminded me of Manetti

Ethan Wolfe is back at Treasure Island Media having just shot a scene with Ace Era in Portland, OR directed by Dice. No release date is yet known but here is a picture that was posted on twitter from the shoot. I cannot wait to see him and his big cock back on the screen. Hope he has more new scenes lined up!

Dry spell for a long time. I thought I would have to stop trying... I met up a guy on Grindr who I have been trying to get to fuck me but seemed to not be interested. He was 400 feet away. So I inticed him over and he came. I sucked his dick once we got into my apartment. After that I go o. The edge and let my ass fall over the end of the bed. He went out of town on my puffed up ass lips and ate it like it was a pussy. Moaning on how good it was. He then stood up and began to enter my hole. Tight at first but went in with his hard 6”. He rode my cunt and talked dirty to me. I sensed he was about to cum but he stop saying, “I wanna use that ass for as long as I can.” I continued for 30 mins and dumped his week long load up my cunt. My hole was juicy and I could just leave it as it is, so I posted it on BBrt. “Who wants seconds” My FB who has me in his closet for anon message me and asked me if I had a load. I love his 8 inch black clock! I said yes and I needed more. He too lives a loud 500 feet away. He usually watches porn in his phone while fucking be. He took his time and my ass was making slipping sound of a lot of liquid if mushing around. He dumped his load in me and off I went with now cum dripping down my leg. Im keeping it in me.

Two loads last night. Was feeling crazy horny so posted a BBRT ad for anon pump and dump loads before my bf (who doesn’t know what kind of cum slut I am) got home. First guy was a kid that I had forgotten about. We had fucked a few months ago. He came by and found me ass up. He wanted to lube my ass up while I huffed poppers deep, and slid his cock in eventually. Not terribly thick but he held me down and fucked pretty hard. Lasted a while too. Was kind of hot hearing a younger guy in me progressively losing control as he got closer to shooting his load. Turned into a nasty talking top breeder too. Decently hot fuck and nice thick load deep. As he left a semi regular fuck buddy messaged and said he wanted to breed but my bf was already on the way home. Plus my buddy’s bf was home. So he made up an excuse to head out and I raced over to meet him at the video store. He bent me over and started fucking me hard. I was moaning loud. He didn’t last super long but was nice and verbal, calling us both cheating sluts and commenting on how great my cummy ass felt. Finally he grabbed me the shoulders and pile drove me until he nutted. And we both split right away to head home. My BF got home, we had dinner, and went to bed... him having no idea that an hour prior I was offering my ass up to all takers, and that two big raw loads were soaking into my slutty hole.

His name is Bradley. I met him on a craiglist ad which I thought was bullshit. He had a swimmer's build, nice cut cock, and hairy buns that just perfectly formed around his very tight looking boy hole. He was 21, me 35. Perfect. So, I reach out to him and we start chatting. He tells me that he's only fucked one guy before and I instantly get rock hard. So, we exchange numbers and we start texting. Then all of a sudden, no responses. So, I'm like, well, another craigslist pussy. Then about 3 days go by and he tests me a picture of him with his shirt off. He seemed drunk so I take advantage and ask for his address. After about 20 minutes he responds with an address. He literally lives 5 blocks from me. So I respond that I'm on my way. OK, he says. I walk over, ring the bell, and he let's me in. He is kind of drunk and smells like it a bit. Anyway, he cracks me a beer and we sit down on his couch. He immediately starts to kiss my neck and rub my bulge. One think leads to another and the next thing you know we are all over each other rolling on the ground. I pull my throbbing cock out and he starts to worship it and taking all 7 inches down his warm throat. I tell him to turn around and bend over. I start stroking his cock that is leaking pre cum and start to stick my tongue in his ass. He tastes like pure virgin meat. At this point I have my arms around him and my cock is starting to prod his hole. Pre cum getting his hole even wetter. I want you RAW. He is hesitant and tells me he's never fucked bareback. I tell him that it's amazing into his ear and my lips sucking his ear lobe. I tell him to take his precum, and rub it on his hole. He listens and abides. I take some of my precum and start to finger him. My fucking god what a tight hole. I can feel it sucking my finger into his guts. I spit on my cock and slid my dick into his hole. He lets out a loud, painful moan so I sit there letting him feel it. I start to pump him slow, grabbing his thighs and forcing him onto my dick. My cock is flying out of his tight hole struggling to stay in. I'm in heaven. We start fucking like wild fucking animals. I flip him over and fuck him, watching his cock fly around and slap on his belly. I squeeze his balls and stroke him until he cums on his belly. I take some of his cum, taste it, and put it on my cock. Perfect fucking lube. I slide back in until I unload rope after rope of my DNA into his guts. I slide out to look at the sight of two men's cum all over his stomach and leaking from his ravaged hole. I move in to give his hole a taste. Great dessert. His pussy is red, leaking my load, and sticking to his hairy ass. It was one of the best fucks I've ever had and honored I was the one to breed him for the very first time.

I was supposed to meet up with this one guy I had been talking to, big cock, and was going to be when I got up. For some reason that fell through. I was on Adam and browsing the guys when I got hit up by this younger guy. About 25ish, Asian, not my normal type, but I was horny and saw that he was a versatile top and had nothing listed for condom/bare. We chat a bit and I tell him up front I'm looking to be a BB bottom, and he immediately replies he needs to fuck me. Off to a good start. We chat some more, make arrangements and after he gets off work I find my ass in the air waiting him to walk into my darkened apartment. This boy goes to town on eating my ass out. He's incredibly talented at making me moan with just my tongue. He eventually jumps into bed and has me start sucking him. Not the biggest cock, but decent girth, and tastes like pussy. I'm thinking he's been in a woman earlier? Hmmm..... He pulls me up to him and tells me to sit on his cock, I lower myself onto it and it feels so good. He starts pounding me from underneath, and I'm amazed he can fuck so much while I'm on top. We switch off positions a couple times, he says he's not ready to cum and pulls out a few minutes into it so I know he's doing good. I start telling him to give it to me and all of a sudden he starts to pound my ass like a jackrabbit. Hard, fast, rhythmic. He keeps this up longer than I thought was possible, and then suddenly says he's gonna cum. He shoots a nice big load in my ass! He pulls out, we chat some, and he makes a comment asking why I don't have a line. He he.....can't wait til next time with him, So little did he know, a fuck bud of mine, the one that gave me my last load of 2017, had messaged me when the guy that had just left had initially contacted me. I had strung him along a bit, and didn't commit, wasn't sure if I could do more than one tonight, but when chatting with me he told me a time he'd be free. I realized it was an hour after the first guy was supposed to cum to my place so I figured, what the hell. Maybe I can give him some sloppy seconds. I know this guy doesn't like fucking used hole though, so I have to be coy about it. He had been texting me while guy #1 was fucking me, and of course I hadn't answered. I smoothed it over and made a few comments to make him riled up and sat there ass up waiting for him. He arrives and our usual fucking around is me sucking him while I'm blindfolded and he eventually pulls my ass up to play with and then slides in. This is of course how we start. Now the last time this guy has cum by and I had a guy before him, he's made a comment about the sign-in sheet at the doormans desk having my apartment listed by another guy. This time he hadn't said anything. When he slides into me it is heavenly. I have not let on that I had taken a load already. He probably fucks me a good 10 minutes when I start hearing that tell-tale sound of cock going in and out a sloppy-hole. Yikes, the jig is up I think. He doesn't say anything. A few minutes later he finally says, "you got another guys load in you don't you" and I tell him I do. At first I think he's gonna pull out, but he keeps going. As a matter of fact he's fucking me even harder now. This guy tends to edge a little when fucking, pulls out every now and then, or stops his thrusting. When he stops thrusting I give his cock a little squeeze, and he says "Trying to make me cum?" I make a joke about that "of course, I need us to go on to Maury so that you can be told you're the father." He chuckles then starts thrusting again. Once again he is pounding me harder than usual. He's almost as rough as guy #1 was. Finally he says the words that are music to my ears "I'm cumming" and I feel his cock pulsating in my hole! We kiss, hug and say goodbyes and I feel fulfilled. Before guy #2 had shown up I had been messaged by a fuckbud that is a goldstar barebacker! I had told him I had a load in and might be getting #2. Well, after #2 was in I quickly popped on and messaged him I had just gotten fucked. I wanted him to cum over and give me #3 but in the end he was more persuasive and I went to his place. This guys BF is usually home, tonight he wasn't there so we were able to fuck in the house instead of a few other places in his building we've found. He doesn't last long in my ass, and again the goodbyes and hugs, see ya next time and this time I'm off to go home. When I get home I let it out, I swear this wad of cum was almost the size of a baseball! The perfect number of loads in a 24 hour period! Off to bed now, hope you enjoyed

Part 3 　 My new neighbor and his friend went at it for a good hour. I could not believe the time. Then I finished up my room and got around for the day. It being Sat. and a nice day, I decided to mow the yard like normal for me. I went and got out the mower and then decided to clean it before. I sat down on the lowest step and tipped the mower over on its side. Then started to scrape out the old grass and dirt from the underside, which I had not done before putting it away last time I used it. I was concentrating on it and then it dawned on me someone was watching. I looked up to see Hank standing there watching me and I had not heard him walk up. Being down so low, about the first thing I noticed was that he was wearing old style shorts, the kind men used to wear and very short in the legs. I found myself, basically, looking right at his cock almost hanging out. It was huge. I, being straight, didn't linger there though, it was just a passing thought. I looked up to see that the shorts were really all he had on. He was well muscled, I noted, and had a smile on his face. I told him hi and he said hi in return. He asked what I was up to and told him I was just cleaning the mower and then going to mow. He knelt down and wanted to know if I needed any help? Kneeling like he did, with those short shorts on, his cock practically fell out entirely. He said, "Oops, sorry about that, I just kind of threw these on and didn't realize how short they were anymore. Didn't mean to put on a show." I just laughed and said, "No problem, the neighbors can't see back here with that fence around the back." I went on to tell him I could get the lawn ok, but thanks anyway. I soon had the mower ready and got the yard mowed, working up a good sweat by the time I was done. I went in the house and threw off my sweaty clothes, took my shower and then before getting dressed, went to the kitchen to get a cold water out of the fridge. As I turned to go get dressed I heard a soft whistle and turning found Hank standing at the door. He said, "Sorry about that, but you left the door open and I was just about to yell when I noticed you bent over in the refridgerator. Sorry, also, about the whistle but couldn't help it as you do have a nice bod there. I just wanted to see if you had a hammer I could borrow. I'm going to hang some pics up and can't find mine?" I was a little flustered at being naked in front of a gay man, but regained my composure and told him that I did have one, just give me a minute to get some clothes on. He told me he would wait. I threw on some shorts and a Tshirt and went back to the kitchen. I dug in my tool drawer and got the hammer for him. We stood there a bit and made some small talk. He then said, "Oh, by the way, do you have plans for tonight? If not, I am having a few friends over for some drinks. Nothing fancy, just sitting around gabbing and you can come over if you want to. I am sure they would all welcome you." I told him, "I planned on going to a couple of bars to check on friends and see what else might happen." He said, "We will still be up late and the offer still stands if you want to stop by later." He then left and I started getting ready to go out and see if I could find a hot girl for the night. As I was leaving I noticed about 5 guys walking up to my neighbor's door. They each seemed to be, like him, about 35 to 40 years old and all seemed to be decent looking guys.

Part 2 - Bend Over for Daddy I could only stare in wonder as the Uber driver fished a mammoth dick out his shorts. His cock was even longer and thicker than the one that had just bred me. In a flash I had pulled-off my pants and was grunting face down in the back seat as he mounted me and raw fucked my ass, using the fresh cum that had just filled my guts as lube. “Give me that hole,” the driver demanded as he pushed deeper, “You like black dick? Huh? Maybe I should drive you around and find some street dudes to breed you. How much you pay me for that? You’d like that? Getting creamed by anonymous dick? Anonymous black dick? Hell yes you do! Cummy ass right here - cummy hole needing some more nutt. Ready for another breeding?” I could only grunt in affirmation and pleasure as he spurted his load and doubled my total for the morning. There’s just something fucking hot and amazing about a man who does not even ask about using a condom, but who just whips out his raw dick expecting a bottom will take it then, there, and anyway he wants. I was definitely game for that. The Uber driver grabbed some paper towels from underneath the front seat, wiped up a few streaks, leaned back, powered the window down a little and lit up a cigarette to enjoy that post-orgasm chill. I left my pants off, but put them under me so I would not spot the leather seats, and sat there gently playing with his semi-hard dick while he chilled and smoked. His dick would twitch, drool, get a little hard, then soften again as I touched and stroked it. I was eager for more and focused on working him back up when there was a sudden rapping on the window and I about pissed myself and said, “SHIT!” The Uber driver eased the window down a crack more and saw the guy from the house that had fucked me. His head turned at an angle so he could see in, “Yo slim, saw you were still here and lit up. Thought I might ask to take another crack at that as I got some more daddy juice to spill. You up for killing a few?” He then pressed his face close to the window so all I could really see was his mouth as he said more quietly, “Chill like a couple of real nasty Gs? Do that homie down low thing?” The Uber driver laughed, “Yeah man, sure,” then turned to me and said, “Scoot over.” He then reached into my pants, pulled out my phone, handed it out through the window to the daddy on the sidewalk, “Just so you don’t any ideas. I’m your ride remember.” The daddy stood by the car as we both got dressed, then climbed out of the backseat. Positioned between the two of them as we walked up the broken walkway, I asked “Don’t I get a say in this?” They both looked at each other, at me, and busted out laughing like I had just said the funniest joke ever. When we got inside the Uber driver asked where the bathroom was so he could piss. As his stream echoed off the porcelain, I asked our daddy host, “Do you guys know each other or what? I mean you said hi to him when he dropped me off and now...like how do you know he’s cool with...you know.” Daddy laughed as he paused, stripped, grabbed a crumpled box of cigarettes and tapped out a fresh one, lit up, inhaled and replied “Naw, but we from the same hood. Seen him around here and there and when I looked out and saw his car still parked, well - I knew he was a brotha that’s into sloppy seconds and freak shit and up for some more creep-and-roll. Now get the fuck out of them clothes and BEND OVER FOR DADDY!” I was getting naked when the Uber driver came out, “Hey slim,” the daddy host said as he waved the driver out of the room and into the kitchen. I could hear them speaking in hushed tones and was tempted to edge closer to the door to try to hear, but then they came back in. The Uber driver unzipped his pants, sat on the edge of the couch, lit up a cigarette and said, “Get that mouth down here. I need some sloppy head.” I eagerly bent forward, resting my hands on his firm thighs as I started to slurp on his hefty shaft. The daddy had shucked his pants back off, walked around us, dug around in the pile of filthy clothes on the couch and hauled out a couple more black, dirty caked socks and chuckled as he held them up to the light to inspect them. He then reached down onto the floor and grabbed the t-shirt I used earlier to wipe myself off, which he tossed to the Uber driver. The driver held the shirt up to his face, inhaled, “Oh yeah, smells like used pussy. I dropped a hefty nutt in there, so you don’t need no lotion man.” The daddy dropped the bottle of lotion back onto the floor that he had been preparing to slather me up with and with my throat busy, the daddy grabbed my hips and slammed into my open hole. I lifted off the driver’s dick, “Fuck me with that raw dick!” I pleaded, “I want all the dick you can give me.” In reply the Uber driver said, “SHUT THE FUCK UP AND SUCK THAT DICK!” while the daddy banged me, priming my engine with that BBC oil. The daddy handed the Uber driver the filth-matted socks and he immediately knew what to do. First he reached around and set his cigarette on an ashtray amidst the trash on the couch, then he held the back of my head firm with his left hand and with his right, wadded them up under and over my nose so the only way I could breath was to inhale the sharp, ripe, rank. I started gagging, sputtering through the spit onto his dick, which made him just press the socks tighter, and which made the daddy slam my hole harder. The Uber driver gripped my head, forcing the socks into my nostrils, cutting off all fresh air. I gagged and wretched. Apparently taking some pleasure in my discomfort, the driver demanded “Fuck, yeah, smell that shit! Chew it up. They stink to fuck'in bad! Come on, make them pussy walls talk. if you scrape them right they'll chatter back. Long dick that shit! It's good and wet for you. Fill that hole up. How 'bout we 'gag the fag? Open that mouth. Don't fuckin' fight. Mutha-fucker, I said 'Open that mouth'! If you bite my fingers I'll knock the living shit out of you. Now, goddammit, open that mouth! That's right. Choke on them dirty man socks. Fuck yeah. That shit's nasty! Gag on it, bitch! Wretch. Bet that wasn't the first black you was expecting in that throat, hug? Oh, no you don't. No breathing through that nose. You work that mouth. Only through your mouth. Swallow that filth. HERE THAT BRO? HE TRYING TO GAG UP IN THEM SOCKS - SO MAKE THAT ASS BOUNCE AND CLAP - COME ON FUCKER - SLAM THAT SHIT - POUND IT OUT - BITCH SHAKING GOOD - WANT ME CHOKE THE BITCH OUT? THAT’LL MAKE THAT HOLE CREAM ALL OVER YOUR DICK - COME ON G, FUCK IT - FUCK IT - FUCK IT - YEAH G - NUTT IT GOOD - THERE GO - HELL YEAH I HEAR THAT PUSSY GETTING WETTER - YOU FILLING IT UP MAN? CHRIST YEAH!” The daddy grunted and groaned as he bred me and I continued to struggle to breathe through the unclean air filters stuffing my throat. Once his bone was dry, he slid out. The Uber driver released his grip on my head and I stood up and reached to take the now slimy socks from my mouth. I got slapped hard, “No you fucking don’t,” the driver said. He reached down and picked up the dirty red t-shirt back up. Our daddy host plopped himself in the middle of the couch, lit a cigarette, and let out a contented sigh. The Uber driver stood behind me, spun the t-shirt into a cotton binding then wrapped it around my mouth and head, tying it tight. “There,” he said proud of his MacGyver styled handiwork, “Time to put those dirty socks on another spin cycle in that mouth. I want to hear you trying to puke that grit and dirt back up because it ain’t going nowhere so bend the fuck back over and bury that head in them dirty clothes, no one needs to be seeing you, all I need is that hole.” With that, I was unceremoniously upended, my hole jammed with a new, raging boner, and as he took advantage of me all I could do was struggle to keep my breathing focused. The blackened cotton in my mouth was mixing with the filth and saliva to create the foulest punishment. My stomach and throat wanted to push it out, but the tied t-shirt around my head ensured it stayed in place and stewed and brewed. The Uber driver was banging my ass hard when we heard a voice from the front door, “Hey bro, got your text. What’s...OH DAMN!” The driver paused, I set my hands on the couch arm to try to push myself up and got my head slapped, “Where the fuck you going?” I felt the couch move as the daddy host got up, I heard hands clasp, then he said, “Yo slim, this my neighbor Coop. Told you he’d be up for it.” More greetings made, then the new voice said, “Bro - you know the deal with this shit.” Our host said, “Yeah, yeah, fucking chill man. Hang on.” I then felt him rummaging in the pile of dirty clothes. He then pulled another t-shirt over the top of my head but instead of pulling it down over my body, twisted and wrapped it so it so it was like a hood with the neck hole positioned over my nose/mouth. He then took a belt and wound it around my neck and cinched it so my homemade gag and hood wood stay in place. Once his handiwork was done, the driver - who’s dick was still buried in my ass and I could feel the blood in it pulsing - said, “Why they call you Coop?” Before our new guest could answer, the daddy laughed and said, “Cause he be fucking the grannies around here for nothing more than a handful of grocery coupons with that magnum freak dick of his so we call him Coop for short.” All three of the BBCs laughed. The laughter was cut short as I heard a zipper. The Uber driver whistled and cursed. The daddy said, “And that shit ain’t even hard yet,” and Coop added, “You know there’s no worries on that front. See - it’s already coming to life seeing you got this freak’d out craziness happening and I can smell that creampied ass from here. That’s good cause you know I don’t wear fucking condoms and only fuck raw. So he’s good with that?” The other two laughed, “Like he has a choice?” Hmmm - just what I wanted to hear. The Uber driver yanked his dick out of my swollen, used hole. I grunted from the shock of being left gaping and the frustration of not being stuffed. He then took both hands and spread my ring open like he was trying to peek inside a clam shell, “See? Fucking slut right here and let both of us just climb right in raw and dawg it out. All that nicca milk, coating them guts, but I’m about ready to bust again - you down for that?” Coop quickly answered, “Hell yeah, let’s get it on!” I heard some rustling, a few quips, our host turned up the volume of the porn flick a little to which Coop said, “Yeah, luv hearing them bitches cry as they get dicked down.” The Uber driver - or maybe it was the daddy host - I was not real sure at that point, grabbed my right arm and walked me closer to the TV. I figured they would have me get on the ottoman or something, but no. I was guided so I stepped over someone lying on the floor as my left foot brushed his rib cage as I stepped across him. I was then made to kneel and get on my hands and knees - on all fours doggy style - over the body on the floor, which I knew was Coop when he said from underneath me, “Jesus, there’s nicca nutt coating them balls like glaze on a Krispy Kreme,” before he proceeded to start licking and slurping on my nut sack. That shit makes me squirm - can’t help it - have very sensitive balls - but that clearly did not bother him as he smacked, suckled, slurped, and rolled my balls around his mouth like he was shooting 8-ball corner pocket. The Uber driver smacked my head, “Put that face down there, get a feel for what’s coming.” I blindly bobbed my head around like I was dunking for apples at a Halloween fair, not sure what the fuck he was talking about. I then bumped into something long, thick, stiff - Coop’s fucking dick. I paused and the driver chuckled, “Fucking right. Nicca’s got that 12-inch eggplant. You think we busted that cootch open? Fuck no. G is swinging that king dick hole wrecker. Too bad you can’t taste it.” I could only grunt and moan in frustration and awe at what he said as the filthy sock gag in my mouth and t-shirt hood made anything else impossible. I felt hands position themselves on my lower back, then grunted as a big dick slid in my wet hole. The Uber driver started banging my ass again then paused as Coop’s mouth moved from my balls, followed the skin trail back towards my hole, and with a shift of his body underneath mine, he started lapping at the base of the driver’s shaft as he fucked me. “FUCK YEAH - WORK THAT TONGUE. TASTE THAT PUSSY AND DICK MIX - HAPPY TRAILS RIGHT HERE. YOU TRYING TO TASTE THAT DEEP TANG? YEAH? SCOOT BACK A LITTLE MORE - HELL! YOU GOT A MOUTH ON YOU BRO - LICK IT CLEAN SO I CAN DIRTY IT UP AGAIN - FEED YOU THAT HOLE NUTT.” It took me second to guess what was going on, but as Coop has adjusted his body and as his monster dick bounced and danced around my head I figured out he had moved on from just orally working my hole, to sucking the Uber driver’s dick. Coop was tasting my ass - freshly fucked as I coated the driver’s dick. Back and forth the driver went - full length into my arched ass, then dropping down a little to gag Coop. Frankly, tops who suddenly become dick suckers because a big dick is nearby is usually a turn off, but Cop’s donkey dick promised things to come so while he gargled and slurped I could only moan in frustration wishing I could remind them both that load was for my ass - not Coop’s throat. Our daddy host - who must have been back on the couch smoking, chimed in and said, “Yeah, Coops got some mad throat skillz too.” Clearly more than the grannies in the neighborhood were getting serviced. “HERE IT COMES - READY TO SEED THAT WHITE PUSSY AGAIN - LEMME FEEL THAT TONGUE TOO - YEAH - GET READY TO SLURP MY SHIT BECAUSE I GOT ANOTHER NUTT SACK FULL OF CUM - GONNA BLOW IT DEEPER IN THAT HOLE - YOU BETTER GET A STRAW G CAUSE THIS SHIT IS GOING DEEP - FUCKING HELL! BREEDING THAT ASS! RAW DAWGING IT! UGH - UGH - U...YEAH! OPEN THAT MOUTH, IT’S GONNA COME RUSHING OUT WHEN I PULL BACK.” Gagging and slurping filled the room as Coop cleaned off the driver’s dick and then went to town sucking at my gaping hole. He had a fucking Hoover mouth and as he cleaned up the creampie his dick swelled and got as straight and stiff as a Redwood. Coop stopped his deep tongue action, pushed at me; I rolled off to the side and heard him get up. I worked my tongue around the slimy-filthy-cotton-mass in mouth and inhaled through my nose. I would never get the taste or smell out! “I need to put something long and hard in that ass,” Coop warned. I stood up. Multiple hands grabbed me, feet entangled as I was wedged between two legs. Warm hands grabbed my hips, “Here,” Coop instructed, “Put one leg over mine, then the other, I want you to straddle me - don’t worry, I got you. Get in that cowgirl position - time for some black bull dick making you taste some nutt from the back door.” I wasn’t quite sure what he meant, but he and both the daddy and the Uber driver got me into position. In my mind I could see Coop sitting on the ottoman, me straddling his legs, my torso facing his. Coop guided me as he lined up his jumbo 747 for my runway, “That’s it, squat some more, put your arms on my shoulders and hands around my neck - that’s it. Don’t worry, my Gs are holding you up - you won’t fall, I got you too. You trust me? Huh? That’s right - you a good pussy hungry for dick. Good thing these homies opened that cunt up - otherwise - THIS - MIGHT - HURT!” As if he had said, “On 3” all at the same time, he pulled me downwards with his hands, the driver and daddy pushed me down from my shoulders, and Coop slammed up with his hips. The result? Well my ass split and even with all that cum his 12-inch Mandingo dick tore me open like a zipper as he raped my ass. My cries of pain were muffled in the dirty socks in my mouth and the t-shirt hood covering my face pulsed as my breath quickened. I tried to push off from his chest but Coop’s dick had impaled me like a spit through a pig and now he planned to roast and baste me. His two accomplices reached under my arms and lifted me up a bit - Coop slammed his hips up again - my hole split more - he moaned, I cried - they dropped me. I was gutted. Over and over they raised me back up and dropped me back down. All resistance broken, all flesh scorched and burned as Coop broke my walls down into utter destruction. Once Coop was buried as deep as he could go, he leaned back a little and I could hear him sucking someone’s dick again. Damn! I wanted that! I mumbled into the rags in my mouth, to no avail. Having got the taste he wanted, Coop sat up, “Aiight. Ease up off it - that’s it - stand all the way up. Here - turn around and sit. OK, now lean back - you OK. See? You’re on the stool. Scoot forward a little - good - good.” I was on my back on the ottoman and as Coop adjusted my body, the other two Gs started slapping their dicks across my hooded face and talking shit - the warm up for the grand finale as Coop pushed his 12-inches in. One voice mixed into another - yet the message was clear: “SLAM THAT BOSS DICK IN THAT PUSSY!” “MURDER THAT MAGNUM DICK WITH THAT SLOPPY CUNT - RIDE THAT RED BONE” “THAT HOLE DONE YET?” “TUCK THEM KNEES BACK - TIME TO GET THAT WOMB WRECKED!” “HUNGRY PUSSY FOR NICCA SEED - SLURPING THEM BABIES - FUCKING WHORE!” “SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU LET INTRUDERS RAID YOUR HOME?” “PUSSY BLEEDING FOR IT GOOD NOW - THAT’S IT - TAKE THIS MOTHA-FUCKIN-DICK BALLS DEEPS - READY TO BREED IT - READY TO FILL IT WITH HOT NUTT!” Some time later the Uber pulled over to the curb. The driver put his right arm across the back of the front seat, turned, smiled and said, “How bout I help you inside? You look a little worse for wear. Maybe I should stay with you for a while, make sure you OK.” Yeah, the weekend was turning out alright after all. I smiled. Then he snapped his fingers, smirked and said, “Oh yeah. I almost forgot. You asked me to drive you around and find some street dudes to fuck you. What say we go grab your wallet and head out. I know just the place to get that hungry hole stuffed with more anonymous, black dick. Who knows? Maybe I’ll decide to tap that hole some more too.” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

The patient was young, smooth, and high on pain meds. He had surgery to repair a hernia. The dressing was in his groin and when I was assessing after surgery I saw he had a nice thick cock that stretched across his hip. When I felt his balls he sucked in a quick breath and when I picked up his cock and moved it around he moaned so soft and sweetly. I gave that cock a gentle squeeze and played with his balls some more and he got hard though he did not get much longer. I caught up on charting as he was waking up and noticed his hands had gone under the covers and were slowly moving. I glanced at his face and his eyes were closed so I pulled the covers back and his gown up and watched him slow jack that cock for awhile. After he woke up a bit more I asked him who came with him to the hospital and he said “his dads”. I asked again and he said his dad and his bf brought him. When it was time to get him ready for discharge real dad had gone to the cafeteria but the bf came back to the room. I told him everything went well and told him I was going to show him how to care for his dressing and check his progress. I once again pulled the covers down and the patient’s gown up and there was that big cock stretched across his hip. The bf said “well he is definitely his dad’s son with that big cock”. I reached over rolled his balls around and squeezed his cock and the patient was hard again quick. I showed the bf what to do and then had him demonstrate back to me. He looked at me and quickly reached out and got a handful of cock and balls. The patient opened his eyes and said, “Whoa dad that feels so good”. I just smiled. The precum was flowing but we waited some until his dad came in and after telling him what I had told the other dad I showed him how to check his son and when his hard cock came into view I said we have established he gets this big cock from you which made everyone laugh. Then I had him demonstrate for me. Watching him touching his sons cock and balls was so hot. The patient was still high from the pain meds and then I had the dads alternate back and forth demonstrating and I occasionally got my hands back on the patient a few times too. Then I said I would get them ready to go. I covered the patient back up and commented that they both seemed worked up indicating the tents in their pants and told them they could step into the room next door which was empty. They looked at me and just laughed though I could see they were thinking about it. I showed them that there was a bathroom that connected to the other room and that no one was going to be using that room. At that time of day it was just us and one other patient who was across the department on another hall. I stepped out and worked on some paperwork but didn’t take long and when I went back in the room the patient was alone and the doors to the bathroom were open and all the lights off except for in the room with the patient. I saw the patient half sleeping and jacking his cock I watched the dads in the other room. One was sucking the other as they watched their son playing with his cock. I uncovered the patient so they could see him working his big cock and the dad getting sucked motioned me over. I walked towards them freeing my cock and stood next to the one getting sucked and fed my cock to his bf. Then they both took turns sucking me until I had them both stand where they could watch their son and I got down and sucked them both, alternating back and forth. The patient certainly did get his cock from his dad and it stretched my mouth as he fucked my throat. There was a lot of back and forth sucking and then the one dad said he needed to fuck to cum. I said I would love to take that big cock of his and the bf said if I fucked him while his bf fucked me he was all for it. Who was I to argue? Soon I had my cock fucking in and out of the ass of one of the dads while his bf fucked that big thick cock of his into me. We found a rhythm that worked and took it slow at first quickly speeding up. All the while we were watching the patient still high on pain meds slow jacking his cock eyes closed in the other room. The dad fucking me shot into me first but stayed in me as I continued to fuck the other dad. I leaned over and whispered pretend it is your sons cock fucking you and damn if that didn’t push him over the edge which caused me to blast inside of him. We all got cleaned up and I got them discharged and sent on their way. The dads and I have met a few more times and it has always been hot. The son never remembered a thing about that day but the dads and I will always remember the fun we had.

I was working some later hours for a friend who needed to be off. I was the only nurse in the department and when the OR staff brought the patient out he was yelling and in obvious pain. I knew the hospital was full and I would have to keep this patient longer than usual so quickly worked on making him comfortable. After some pain medicine he started to relax but it also made him very talkative. He asked about his scar and I told him where the surgical site was and how big the dressing was. Even though it was on his back I pulled up his gown and showed him about where it was on his stomach. I made sure to brush his cock which looked very plump. He started talking about manscaping and how he shaved his stomach and his balls—which I had already noticed as I watched him squeeze his cock. He started talking about would he be able to walk, would he be able to do this and that and then he got quiet and tearful. I asked what was wrong and he said he was worried that his dick wouldn’t work anymore because he couldn’t get hard and that he loved sex and that he was 44 but he has to have a lot of sex and with all the pain and now the surgery he was worried. I rubbed his stomach and talked with him until he calmed down then I slid my hand lower and rubbed his cock. He moaned and seemed to relax so I continued. And said we should put his worries to rest and get him hard. I asked what usually gets him hard and he told me he loved to get head. I had one hand on his balls rolling them around while I stroked his cock which was getting thicker and longer. I asked if I should suck him some to see if it would get him the rest of the way hard and before he answered I leaned over and sucked him all the way in. I pulled up and worked my tongue around the head and felt him get thicker. I sucked for a few minutes and when I had him full hard I stopped and stroked him and told him he had no need to worry anymore about getting a hard on. He reached down and jacked himself off while I watched and encouraged him. I asked what turned him on and he told me of some of the things he had done. That he had been with guys and they gave better head and he loved head. Giving and getting. I took his hand and placed it on my cock and as I stroked him he stroked me as we talked about what turned us on. I would occasionally lean over and suck him. He reached around and felt my ass and said he wished he could fuck me. I had been thinking the same thing. Since it was late and he was stuck in the recovery room until they found a room for him I knew no one would come by and check on us so I gave him some more pain meds and lubed up his cock with some surgical jelly and climbed on the bed. I straddled his hips and lowered my ass to the head of his cock and I told him to not move and let me take him. I squatted down and felt the head of that thick, fat cock push into me. I took a second to get used to it then slowly sank down on him taking everything he had. He was moaning and had his hands on my hips guiding me up and down his length. He told me he cums quick sometimes but with the meds he was lasting longer than he thought. I rode that cock until he told me he was going to cum talking the whole time about how much he needed this. I milked his cock until I felt him blast his load in my ass and then I slow fucked myself on him until I felt him start to get soft. He fell asleep soon after. He was not kidding when he said he was a sex fiend I sat there with his load in my ass and watched him play with himself all night. I sucked him off in the morning before I was able to take him up to a room. He is a patient I will never forget.

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.

I was out of town on business. Of course, I stopped in at the baths. It was half price lockers and rooms that night. So even though it was a weeknight, the place was packed. I had a lot of fun. Sucked a couple of cocks, got fucked by a so-so guy...just to get things going, and fucked a couple of willing holes in the steam room. But I held my nut. Still, I was feeling very randy and my inhibitions, if I had any by that point, were fully suppressed. I had just finished fucking a boy and headed to the shower. And there he was...barrel chested, massive arms, broad shoulders, a bit shorter than me, red hair, blue eyes, MAJOR beard, and random tattoos EVERYWHERE that seemed to float above his pale skin. Stunning. And the fucker had a damn thick fucktool hanging between his legs and HUGE balls. Just scorching hot. He was standing there in the shower rinsing off and chatting-up who I assume was either his buddy or his most recent fuck. I wasted no time. None. Too much competition around for me to play it cool. He didn't even see me walk into the shower area. I walked directly up to him and grabbed his fat swinging meat. He turned to me. And before he could say a damn thing, I leaned in close, eye to eye, and said "Room 221...NO LIMITS. ANYTHING you fuckin want!". I held his cock and his gaze for a moment longer, letting him know I meant what I said. The look in his eyes and the feel of his fuckpole told me my message had been received. I turned and walked away before he could say a word. I went back to my room and waited. Stroking my cock in anticipation. I didn't have to wait long before he walked in, his towel dropped to the floor and so did I. I hit my knees and sucked his beautiful thick meat. He seemed to like it, but it wasn't getting him too hard. Abruptly, he turned around, put one foot up on the mattress and parted his ass. NOT what I had expected. But OK. I started licking his freshly washed fuckhole. Pink, tender, and oh so warm. I rarely eat ass, but this guy made me want it. (His being freshly washed certainly helped.) "Fuck, man - put it in me" he growled. OK...not what I was looking for, but also not a problem. As I had laid down some good spit and I was rock hard, I slid right in and pushed my entire weight against his. Be began cursing me. Actually growling. Ordering me to get on with it. Commanding me fuck him. So I did. Oh yeah...I did... I fucked him standing, bent over, legs up and a couple of other ways I cant even remember. And as I fucked him he became super hard. All the while cursing me out like a sailor. The more I long dicked him, the filthier his language, and the harder he got. And I mean, that cock was hard as steel - a nine inch wrecking bar. Suddenly, he ripped himself away from me. Quite violently, really. Then pulled me up to him. There was fire in his eyes. “Gonna pound your fuckin’ cunt!”. He spit those words at me. “Understand?!”, it was NOT a question. He smacked me hard across the face. I was stunned for a moment. He took control of my body; with absolute authority he pushed me to my knees on the rack. “Gonna split your fuckin pussy!”, he hissed as he brought his cock up my crack. I had no time to lube his cock or my hole. In a hot second he punched himself into me and was all-out pounding my hole from behind with THE HARDEST DAMN COCK I've ever taken. Sweat providing the only lube I would get. I was breathless. Overwhelmed. Pinned down by his steel rod pistoning into me without mercy, I flailed under him. He got loud - I got loud. He got louder. My senses were overwhelmed. I was sweating like I never had. The room was an oven. I opening the door. I was getting the fuck of my life and I needed to be seen...seen being used like meat. The doorway quickly filled with admirers. “Game On, Fuckhole!”, he sneered wickedly at me as his holewrecking intensifed. And he absolutely ravaged, RAVAGED, my cunt...viciously fucking me. Urgently, savagely - like a piece of meat - he yelled out “You like this, fuckhole? You like being used like a BITCH?!” He was a man posessed. He was assaulting my hole. Angry fucking with a vengeance I had never experienced. I fought to catch my breath. He slapped my ass - HARD. This was an animal charging up my hole. A force of nature, unstoppable. His rail splitter destroying my cunt. "THIS WHAT YOU WANT? THIS HOW YOU NEED IT?!”, he yelled. “Yeah...yeah...use it...take me...breed me...”, I stammered. My hole being absolutely wrecked. ”Oh you’re gonna get it, fuckhole....and you’re gonna get SOOO MUCH MORE!” As those words passed his lips, a long string of precum practically poured out of my turgid cock. I moaned at the prospect of this animal charging up my cunt. “Do it, fucker! Do it! CHARGE ME UP!!” I cried...I begged. ”You want it?! YOU WANT MY TOXIC LOAD, FUCKHOLE?!” I could tell he was barely holding it back. ”DO IT, FUCKER! PAINT MY GUTS! POZ. MY. FUCKIN. CUNT!” That’s all he needed. He dug his fingers into my flesh and he let loose an primal yell as he filled my wrecked pussy with his toxic load. Over and over he spasmed and spunked inside me. He churned his cream into me. Then he leaned in and growled in my ear, “I just fuckin’ POZZED your ass”. And that’s all it took - for the first time (in a long time) I shot a hands free load. Mind blown. I was gone. We, both of us, fell onto the rack - panting. My hole destroyed and distended. Wrecked. Beleive it or not, a smattering of applause came from the half dozen of so men watching at the door. We both had forgotten about them. “Thank you...thank you...don’t forget to tip your waitress!”, I announced as I closed the door. We had a really good laugh at that. An honest hearty bellylaugh. He was smiling sweetly through the thicket of his beard. The demon that had destroyed my hole was gone. The fire in his eyes was quenched - now a beautiful cool blue. My god he was beautiful. He pulled me against him. We lay there catching our breath. He ran his fingers on my wrecked, distended pussy...making me moan...making me whimper. We chatted awhile. Turns out; he is a natural top, actually hates getting fucked. His cursing me out? Not a show. But he can only get hard enough to fuck if he's been fucked first. Takes all kinds, huh? I told him how hot he looked in the shower, how fucking majestic his cock is, and how awesome a fucker he is. He actually blushed at that. This bull of a man BLUSHED at a compliment. Wow. All the while, his finger circled my pussylips...absently...like he owned it. And in fairness, he had every right to do so, for this bull of a man had claimed it like NO man ever had. He told me about his tats. He said he liked to my no nonsense attitude and complimented me for not pussying out on my no limits promise. That he rarely got to go balls out savage like he just had with me. He said that sheepishly. I thanked him for the recharge. He liked hearing that. After awhile, we stood...there was that awkward moment when he was about to leave. And then, he leaned in and kissed me for the first and only time...tenderly. His hand, that earlier had felt like a vise, softly caressing my face. It was a sublime moment. And then I watched as he walked down the hall, his towel draped over his right shoulder...the bare bulbs overhead causing his red hair to intermittently blaze, and his perfect white cheeks to glow as he passed under each one before turning the corner and disappearing. Neither of us asked the others’ name. I still think of my Red Bull.

Craigslist ad was Chub for BBC. Pic of my ass I hope was alluring. Me in a jockstrap. Big, beefy, pale ass. Guy responds with body and dick pics, one of five or six responses. A couple flakes, and one pic exchange where I wasn't his type after all. Honest mistake, and good luck out there, buddy. So this guy responds, and he's got a good sized cock. It's pretty big in the photos, but 8 or 9 inches, can't tell and honestly, doesn't matter as long as it's owner is proud of what he has and what it can do. We exchanged emails and he said he could come over as soon as a friend picked up keys. Less than a half hour. Something like that, one of those things guys say when they intend to flake out. He seemed okay and into me during our meager exchange, so I said sure. Hit me up. I also thought the encounter may not happen because I asked for us to use condoms. I know that this makes part of the story unpopular, but I wouldn't be posting this story if things didn't go as I had asked. I love bare--always prefered. But I'm not a bathhouse guy. Not that there's anything wrong with that - I jerk off to those stories too and admire those dudes. Warriors. But I'm uh...shyer. I fantasize about having three guys loads in me at once, because I haven't even had two different guys' cum in me at once. And I'd love to make this fantasy come true. So, I asked if condoms were okay. I didn't want to tell him that if we hit it off, maybe we'd end up condom-free somewhere down the road, two or three encounters later. I dunno. I love raw. But my brain sometimes doesn't adjust to the possibility of doing it immediately. And I love those stories on this site. He texts me and said his friend obligation was complete. He didn't live far and I had given him the cross streets, so he texted me, "I know it's later than we said, but it's Friday night, so I know you're up. Give up that fat ass. I'm a block away. Address." I liked his attitude. 28 to my 50. Big dick and a no-fuck-around attitude. He showed up and I was pleased. He was too. I could tell as soon as he walked through the door, a knowing grin that was, "this is my type." I led him to the bedroom. Got him some water. We made a little small talk while we undressed. He was pleased, because this was the first time in a month a craigslist ad had worked out for him. He described three incidents going to someone's house who was a no show and, of course, disappeared from text or whatever communication. He shrugged it off, while I helped peel off his underwear. His cock was thickening and I thought to myself, "We might not use condoms." It was bigger than the photos, both of them, and it wasn't fully hard. I sucked and he loved it. It took me a minute or two to accommodate his whole cock in my throat, but I like to take my time getting there anyway. I like surprising the guy that, yeah, I can take more of this fat dick. More than that. Surprise! I can take another inch and a half more. His hands were on my head, pleasantly surprised and exclaiming, "Oh shit." I thought he was cumming, but he was just getting ready to push deeper. I sucked him this way, luxurious deep strokes and then 'holding position,' when his shaft was at its deepest. He loved this and so did I, getting him throat-slobberred. At one point, he pulled out, slowly, inch by huge inch and I realized it was probably 11 inches. Fat. In our brief emails, he never said, "I have an 11 inch cock." I wondered how many guys would flake out if he had volunteered that detail. But it was a fuck monster, and it was fat, and bloated, and at that same moment, we both knew it was time for him to be inside me. I think I knew at that moment, we wouldn't use condoms. They were sitting a few inches away. I crawled up on all fours and he liked what he saw. Growled without trying to be an ass about making sex noises. I get that chubby guys is not for everyone, but it was for him. He ate my ass, and when I pushed back and made my own growling, grunting fuck sounds, he pushed his tongue in further. I could hear his hand jacking his cock, because I had slathered him in my throat spit, so it was juicy as he jacked it. I thought about how big it was. He pushed the head into my crack with intention. I said, "What about condoms?" He pushed a little more and when he popped in, I think he was again, pleasantly surprised by how deep he got on the first push and I could take it. Not all the way, no. But more than six inches. I felt him keep going, and I knew he was talking me out of condoms, but not using words. He pushed deeper and then slowly pulled out, some longer strokes to let me know what I'd be missing if I insisted. I didn't insist. He fucked me more. Deeper. Slow, and then sometimes fast jabs so I knew to open up when he encouraged me to open up or he'd get his way jackhammering me. Either way. So, I opened to him. He pounded me good, and I felt him tense. Not "cum in four seconds" tense, but he had completed a few laps and had now worked up a good sweat. He really liked my ass and I felt like that 11 inch dick was maybe more. I dunno. I was ravaged. I said, "You're gonna cum in me, aren't you?" He said, "Yeah. I am." Maybe he had assumed he always would. He was probably used to men giving up their ass easily to him. Once I stopped asking questions of him, he could see that he would reach the goal line, he got more intense, excited to release himself in me, now that he had gotten the permission he may not have waited for anyway. He fucked harder, yelled, yelled again, and said, "Oh, shit," in a louder voice, followed by repeatedly saying, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" He dumped his load in me. Before he had even gotten soft, hadn't had time to pull out, he was pounding my ass again, so I talked dirty to him. Now that he had done it, why not? I described the creamy froth he was creating in my pink colon, fucking his own cum into me deeper, and how his sons would swim further than other men, because he was stronger. He loved this kind of talk, and it wasn't long before he dumped a second load in me. We took a break after that, lying around sweating, both of us, "wow-ing," and me kissing and licking his balls and saying, "thank you." He liked that, too. A lot of things I did were getting to him. Soon, he was inside me again. He didn't cum inside me that time. He jerked his whole body hard as he began to cum and his cock jumped out of me, spurting along my crack but he couldn't get his cock inside for the full cum. The fourth cum was inside me. I was admiring his still half-hard penis, sucking it, worshipping it with my lips, and that's how I swallowed the fifth load. Sixth load less than twenty minutes later. Took a shower before leaving. We walked to the front door, me talking about how crazy this was, and how did he know he was gonna breed me? He didn't answer, just said, "That was hot. We need to do this again soon." I talked dirty to him about how his sperm was inside me, would be all night, and he used my hand to show me he was hard again. I led him by the cock again to my bedroom and he fucked the sixth and seventh loads into me. I kept sucking his cock after he came to get all the drops of cum out, which turned him on even more, and so...I swallowed the eight load. He admitted he had never experienced anything like this before. He had dumped up to four loads in a guy, but this was a new record. I walked him to the door and we laughed about the craziness, how Craigslist had some incredibly frustrating experiences, but sometimes there was this, a connection that was so intense that incredible things happened. We've been texting all day. I bought a thong because he likes thongs. It's Saturday, around 8:30 pm. Central time when I'm writing this. Not sure when this will actually appear in the posts, but that's what time it is now. He's coming over in an hour.

It was a hot sultry summer Sunday afternoon and my chores were done so I headed out to my local gay sauna for a bit of relaxation. Don't get me wrong it is the place where you can spend hours getting as much sex as your body can take, but for me I just enjoyed meeting with friends I had made there and enjoying the sauna and steam room. Changed and towel wrapped around me I headed downstairs and sat in the steam room for about 20 minutes, there was a few men enjoying themselves and one sat on a bench who showed no interest in any one else. He had a rugby build and was quite muscled but not gym wise, a hair chest and a type of 5 day old beard which looked neat and trimmed, close cropped hair and at a guess must have been just short of 6 foot. He had made his exit from the steam room at the same time just ahead of me, the cooler dry air hit me as I closed the door behind me and my body was all wet so went to the shower room to rinse off. I was standing under the shower closest to the entrance with my eyes closed and I let the cool water run from my head all down my body, at 28 I had an average body but a natural V shape from when I was doing gymnastics and sport at school but was not a gym person as I could never find the time. As I enjoyed the feel of the water I felt a body move past me but kept my eyes closed, when I opened them to finish my shower I noticed he was under the shower head next to me doing practically the same as I did. With no towel around him I had to have a cheeky peek to see what he was packing, average but generous I thought but what struck me was just above his pubic hair was a tattoo of a scorpion and the tail part was drawn down along his cock shaft and ended just short of the head with the stinger. Certainly it aroused me so made a quick exit, dried off I headed up to the reception to grab a cup of tea and saw a couple of my friends in deep conversation so I joined them at their table. "What are you two so deep in conversation about?" I asked plodding my arse on a seat, "The American is back, you must have seen him he has the scorpion tattoo." one of them replied, "Oh yes, he was standing next to me in the shower", they went on to tell me about his reputation when visiting being calculating and sought out his prey carefully and warned me to steer clear of him as he was bad news. I thought to myself for a moment mulling over what they said as a rumble of thunder went overhead. My friends decided it was time to up and leave. "About time we had a storm to break this humid weather" I called to my friends as I past them in the locker room, thinking I would just have a sauna and head back home before the storm hit. After 25 minutes in the sauna I showered off and went to the locker room to get change as crashing clap of thunder and the unmistakable sound of rain starting to fall could be heard, the scorpion man came in to the locker room and started to get dressed. As I exited the building the rain was coming down hard and it was a 50 meter dash to the bus stop across a busy road, standing under bus shelter I wiped my face and was soaked to the bone. I noticed scorpion man exit the building and was heading towards me at the shelter as he arrived he was soaked as well, "lovely British weather we are having" I commented, he laughed and said "I should have just waited it out.". I then did the very British thing "Oh you are not from around here?", "No, San Francisco but I spend several months in the UK working." he replied and then introduced himself as Dave, he was very charismatic as he chatted. "Do you have far to go?" I asked, "Fulham about 25 minute on the bus and then 15 minute walk" was his reply, he seemed okay but not heeding my friends warning and I told him I live just 5 minutes on the bus and your welcome to dry off and wait the storm out, he hesitated and replied that if I was okay with it he would like to take me up on the offer, "Purely as a friendly gesture." I made clear. He smiled and shook my hand as the bus arrived we took our seats and chatted until we got off and went in to my house getting another soaking as we ran. Standing in the kitchen diner I grabbed him a towel and we stripped off, putting our clothes in the dryer and made a hot drink for us both as we moved to the lounge at the back of the house overlooking the garden. He as standing at the window "That is one hell of a storm." he said, "Yes been building up for a few days not sure how long it will last." I replied. By now it was 6pm and he told me more about himself and that he was here for 3 months then back to the San Fran for 3 months then back here again for another 3 months, we had a bite to eat and a beer. I have to admit to myself that Dave had an incredible likeability and utterly engaging, I moved the subject on to the scorpion enquiring why he had it done especially down along his cock shaft, he laughed "I have no idea, one of those moments in life when you want to bare all to the world and hell it was painful for a week after it being done.", he pulled down the towel so I could see it properly. "I won't be getting one any time soon, maybe when I get older" I said, "So how old are you?" he asked, "28, and you?" he paused, "35 but feel 25 at time" he laughed replying. I was being drawn to him, don't know how or why it was like a magnet and sizing his body up I wondered if it would feel a comfortable as it looked being tangled together. Just then a bolt of lightning flashed not far away and the thunder rattled the windows, Dave got up and stood by the window "Aren't storms amazing and thrilling, they send my adrenaline pumping around my body when they get so close" he was talking in a slow very seductive way as I moved to stand next to him he put his hand on my shoulder, "they breathe life and bring destruction but also provide a most romantic backdrop to be made love to." his hand slid down my back as he looked at me. I said nothing and rested my head on his shoulder as we gazed out the french windows, his arm reached further around my body and feeling a getting pulling motion I moved in front of him as his other arm encircled me and our heads rested against each other. He continued talking in his slow seductive voice my hands were now holding his arms as he began to kiss my neck gently "You are very sexy, I am very attracted to you, I want to hold and caress you and make love to you." he whispered, as he started turning me to face him his arms still wrapped around my body as I stroked his back he looked me in the eye as his face drew closer. His lips touched mine as I felt my body surge in pleasure and I could now feel his erect cock pushed against mine, slowly kissing my top lip then the bottom our mouths opened and we had our first passionate kiss. He moved his arm up and around my neck as he kissed me again parting my lips I felt the warmth as he slipped his tongue in to my mouth, I felt like I was floating on air and desired this man standing in front of me. As we engaged in a very long sensual kiss he locked both his arms around my lower back and lifted me up as my legs wrapped around his and my arms clasped at his neck as if afraid he would stop. He carried me over to the large sofa as he lowered me he kept a tight grip on me and positioned his legs missionary style which kept my legs pinned up around his hips, we carried on kissing as and our tongues found a new vigour exploring each other. His arm resumed the position around my neck to hold me and his other hand disappeared below, I felt him rubbing his cock head over my hole as I melted in his arms, slowly increasing the pressure causing my some pain and discomfort my face winced. He kissed my neck moving to my ear and whispered "Relax and let me do the work and together we will both enjoy making love to each other.", I tried to calm myself as he went back to kissing my neck I felt his cock pushing in further as I moaned and told him I wanted to make love. With that he glided the last few inches in and held my tight so we were arse to cock and face to face, his slow gentle thrusts with his cock sent the most amazing feelings through my body and he started to kiss me deeply. It felt so comfortable and loving being locked together as he quickened his pace the thrusting got harder and deeper but by now I was totally his to have and I wanted him badly. After 30 minutes of incredible love making he held my head as close to his as possible and his thrusting got faster and his breathing moved to a panting he kissed my mouth then lifted his head as he thrusted his cock deep me and holding it there he shuddered and moaned as his orgasm began and I felt the warmth of the seed being released in my body at that same time I began shooting my load clasped around his shoulders pulling him closer to me as we were both in throws of ecstasy. We laid there for what seemed an eternity as he continued kissing me and the storm raged on outside and in our bodies. Eventually we undocked ourselves from each other, "wow, that was amazing" I whispered to him, he kissed me "perfect match" he replied and continued "I had already decided when I saw you in the steam room that I would seduce you to make love with me the natural way", I looked back at him "Are you poz?", "Of course, what do you think the scorpion symbolises?". A look of horror must have come across my face as he leaned in and kissed me again. I asked him one question "Why did my friends say you were calculating and bad news?", he laughed at me as he got dressed "I choose my victim carefully and seduce them and have bareback sex with them.", stunned by all the revelation he came over kissed me again and walked out the door. I sat on the sofa listening to the distant rumbles of thunder as the storm moved on. The following day I went to work as usual with conflicting memories over the love making and deliberate act of poz fucking me, this lingered with me all day until I left work and back at home. I had some dinner and sat on the sofa looking out of the window with my thoughts for company. The doorbell ringing shocked me back to reality and I was in two minds to leave it but I got up and opened the door to see Dave standing there, "Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you but I want to talk about last night." he urgently said, I moved aside to let him in. "I will understand if you hate me for what I did but I can't get you out of my head and I wanted to see you again" he paused and looked at me "actually I want to see a lot more of you.", my head filled again with conflicts as on one hand he possibly single handedly destroyed my life but the other I was very attracted and addicted to him. I knew he was heading back to San Fran at the end of the week and would be back 2 months later, my mind made up I told him that when he returns if I am diagnosed with HIV I would see him again. We kissed and he apologised again and left. The clinic was full on the day I returned to get my results and as I walked with the doctor to his room he broke the news that the test came back positive, the rest of the consultation was a blur and a further appointment was made for me to go back to check the medication was working that he handed to me. Life goes on and another statistic added to the books. The following Saturday morning the doorbell rang, as I opened it Dave stood there and I let him in. "Did you have the test done?" he asked, "Yes, I have it." was my short reply, he smiled as he looked at me held out his hand as I raised mine and placed it in his open hand. Dave moved towards me and seduced me once again. Somehow the raging storm from that Sunday afternoon had set me up with a man who I lusted after and now loved dearly as we began our lives together.

If you're a bottom, has a Top ever written on your body with an indelible ink marking pen like a Sharpie? If you're a Top, have you ever done so? If so, why, what did the message say, and where on the body was the message written? For instance, if a Top took a pen and wrote "Fuck Me" above the cheeks of your ass, did he then send you into the bar with your pants hanging low so anyone could see it? Did it work as advertising? Tops, have you ever written "Cumdump" on a bottom in a bathhouse just to see whether it would make the bottom's night more lively? Curious to see how often this actually happens, and what you think when you see it.

Bend Over For Daddy – The precum was streaming down his dick now with every stroke and all I wanted to do was scream in frustration from my need to get fucked. Every stroke of his hand around his long, black dick made his tennis ball size nutts jump a little higher, and his precum was thick, creamy, and even from where I was kneeling on the floor I could smell it. DAMN! The whole weekend had been one frustration after another and now here I was being teased by a dripping dick knowing I would not get to feel it blast inside me as his ad had said ‘safe only’. Ever have one of those weekend when things just don’t work out? Friday night it seemed like all of my regular breeding buddies wanted to seed me, but my ass just would not cooperate. Then Saturday, my ass was in spectacular form and hungry for dick, but there was barely one to be found. The one BBC I did find was too drunk to stay really hard and even though I did get his load and he seemed happy, I was not, and crashed still horny and frustrated, which led to a fitful night’s rest. I gave up trying to sleep, rolled out of bed about 4:30 a.m., and signed online just to kill some time and maybe find something interesting enough to jack off to and that’s when I saw his ad, “TOP FOR THE CREEP-N-ROLL – big dick in Anacostia need ass. Creep through, get my 10-inches, then bounce. Safe only.” The picture with the ad was dark, but it looked like a true 10-incher, so what the fuck. I emailed him, told him I was looking to get barebacked, his reply was, “Creep through, get my 10-inches, then bounce. Safe only – text me for address. My name’s DADDY.” DAMN! I was so horned for a good fucking I would take it covered if I had to so I texted him, got his address, signed into Uber, chose a black car for the ride, and hustled down stairs. When the driver got there and I told him where I was going, he hesitated, said it was a bad part of town, and asked if it was OK if he rang a friend of his, an UberX driver who lived over there to take me on his way home. I was sort of pissed, but said sure whatever and 5 minutes later a gray Toyota with windows tinted so dark I was surprised the driver could see, pulls up, I switch cars, text the guy I am on my way and off we go. At that time of the morning, especially on a Sunday, the streets were pretty deserted so it took us no time to get to Anacostia. The driver was polite and I could tell he was curious why I was heading there, but he did not out right ask, and just nodded when I said I needed to see a buddy. He pulled up in front of the address I gave him, a pale green house at the end of the block that had seen better days and offered to wait to make sure it was the right place and that my ‘buddy’ was home. He seemed to put a weird emphasis on the word ‘buddy’, maybe he thought I was buying drugs, but I didn’t care, so I hopped out, walked up the broken walkway, there was no doorbell so I knocked, and waited. I turned and saw my driver had the passenger side window down and was watching me, so I knocked again, waited, and was about ready to go back to the car when I heard footsteps, the chain rattle, two deadbolts unlock, and then the door creaked open. The black guy who opened the door was a little taller than me, his hair was a series of small braids pulled back that hung almost to his shoulders, each one ending in three metal balls. He had a trimmed, thin mustache and a goatee about three inches long, a few faint tattoos on his arms, and a fat, long dick – he was totally fucking naked! He brushed past me, threw what was left of the cigarette he was smoking out onto the lawn, did a two finger wave at the UberX driver and yelled, “Hey slim!”, stepped back into the house and just stood there. “Ummm… Daddy?” I asked as I took a few steps in while he closed and bolted the door behind me. The house was dark and he did not reply, but just turned and walked into the living room, plopped down on an old orange couch that had a dark green sheet draped across the back, picked up a pack of Newport 100s, lit a fresh cigarette, lifted his left leg up onto the ottoman in front of him, leaned forward a little and spit into his right hand, then began stroking his big dick. I stood in the entry way a minute, debating what to do, if I should stay or go, but hell, even if he was a bit strange, he had a hell of a dick and I needed to get my ass worked. Daddy did not look at me as I walked over towards the couch, he was too engrossed in the porn playing on the TV, a couple HUGE assed women going at it with each other. I was eager to get things moving so quickly stripped and then looked for a place to sit. The couch was covered with a pile of clothes on the end closest to me, he was in the middle, and his ashtray, some empty beer cans, a large bottle of hand lotion, and fast food trash were on the other end. He made no effort to move anything, so I positioned myself on my knees in front of him where I could get a good view of him stroking, and offer him my mouth. When I did, he scooted forward a little more on the couch so his balls were completely hanging free and continued stroking. I started jacking my dick and asked, “Want me to suck you?” Daddy didn’t reply, he just kept stroking his dick, which was now starting to ooze precum. He then put the cigarette between his teeth, dug around in the pile of clothes beside him, pulled out a white sock that was brown from dirt and filth and flung it at me. I caught it, not sure what he wanted me to do, but instinctively brought it up to my nose to smell. HOLY FUCK that was rank! I coughed and gagged a little, my eyes watered, and when I looked at him, Daddy had a smirk on his face and was jacking his dick harder now. I’m so used to guys being super verbal, so being with one who was not was odd, but at least I knew now something he liked. I held the filthy sock closer to my face, inhaled, and about threw up as I coughed and gagged even harder. I heard Daddy moan, “AAAHHHH,” as he looked at me and his dick was now shiny from the precum he was leaking. I put the sock down and scooted forward to try to suck his dick, but he pushed me back with his foot like I was a dog pestering its master for dinner. I picked the sock back up, a little annoyed, inhaled deep a few more times, and this time did not choke and frankly rather liked it. Pure man funk. I closed my eyes and savored it a moment and when I looked back up the precum was streaming down his dick now with every stroke and all I wanted to do was scream in frustration from my need to get fucked. Every stroke of his hand around his long, black dick made his tennis ball size nutts jump a little higher, and his precum was thick, creamy, and even from where I was kneeling on the floor – and through the lingering funk of his filthy sock - I could smell it. DAMN! “Bend over for Daddy,” my host said as he sat up on the couch and used his left foot to kick the ottoman a little more in front of the TV. Finally I was going to get fucked! I quickly stood up, bent over the ottoman and braced myself with my hands on the side edges, then stood back up and frantically searched my clothes for my poppers. Shit, I must have forgotten them. “Um.. I..do you have poppers I could use?” I asked him. “Bend over for Daddy,” my host said again, so I took that as a no. I bent back over the ottoman, my legs shaking in anticipation, and looked back as Daddy grabbed the large bottle of lotion off the end of the couch and fumbled around a bit through the pile of cans and trash, looking for a condom I assumed since he said safe only. Oh well, I anxiously waited as I heard him squirt some lotion out, then flinched a little as he began rubbing lotion first on one ass cheek then the other. He then squirted several long streams of lotion down the crack of my ass, ran a finger up and down, squirted some more, most of which seemed to hit the floor, then even more. He set the lotion down, turned and grabbed a red t-shirt off the clothes pile, wiped his hands and tossed the shirt onto the floor near the TV. He then grabbed my waist and pushed me forward and down as he said again, “Bend over for Daddy.” I was forced now to get on my hands and knees on the ottoman and as I adjusted myself in the new position, I could feel him start pushing his big dick into my ass. I had barely got situated when the first inch or two popped in. OH FUCK HIS DICK WAS BIG!! I grunted from the pain as he pushed his dick in a bit further. He paused, reached down for the lotion bottle, squirted more into my crack and onto his dick, dropped the bottle to the floor with a thud, and as he began using his left hand to coat my lower back and ass with excess lotion, he began pushing harder up my ass. All that lotion in my hole and around his dick started making slurping noises as he stroked me in and out, and he was taking his sweet old time, but I was so horny and began begging, “Fuck me daddy, fuck me harder. Fuck me!” He paid me no mind, and kept working my ass open with his dick, every inch sliding in and out and side to side in a steady rhythm. Daddy then paused again, eased his dick out with a loud PLOP and streams of lotion and ass juice ran down my ass and thighs and dripped onto the ottoman and carpet. I twisted my body and turned my head to see what he was doing and in profile saw that he did not have a condom on! He had been fucking me raw! DAMN! I had no idea. All that lotion, it was hard to feel much except ‘full of dick’, and I started breathing a little hard in excitement, hoping he was not looking for a condom now or deciding not to shoot in my ass. My host was rummaging around in the pile of clothes again and pulled out first one, then a second tube sock that both looked almost black from filth and dirt. The tops of each sock were pretty white, but the foot parts were dark and stained and as I watched he carefully wrapped each sock around his right hand almost like he was making a mitten, stood back, pointed at the end of the couch and said, “Bend over for Daddy.” I climbed off the ottoman, bent over the end of the couch that was filled with clothes, and almost became light headed from the stench and funk. Daddy got behind me and this time shoved his dick in as hard and deep as he could from the go pushing me forward into the dirty pile. He used his left hand to help me scoot back and get my footing as I buried my hands into the pile of dirty clothes to brace myself. Daddy then leaned forward, covered my face with his right hand that had the two dirty socks wrapped round it, and pulled my head back forcing me to arch my back and impale myself deeper on his raw dick. Daddy held his filthy sock covered hand tight over my nose and mouth as he started to slam fuck me. I was choking, gagging, coughing, tears were streaming down my face as I fought to breathe and every little gasp of air slammed me with the hideous stench. Every effort to breathe through my mouth allowed him to force some of the dirty socks in, as he made me taste them as well as smell them. The more I gagged and choked, the harder he fucked, and as it got hard to breathe at all because he was clamping his hand so tight on my face I started to panic a little, but daddy wedged me against the edge of the couch so I could not run and used his left hand to dig into to my waist and hold me tight. I pushed my ass back as far as I could and braced my hands on my thighs. I wanted to smell him, taste him, and feel him shoot his load inside me and the lotion that had been so sloppy to start, was now feeling dry and like my insides were being scraped, and I did not care. “AWWW…AWWW….AWWW..BEND OVER FOR DADDY….AWWW…..” my host yelled and then proceeded to jettison every drop of sperm he could into my ass. His long dick twitched, danced, and bounced around inside me as he orgasmed and with every spurt I worked my ass, clenching and grabbing, and trying to force it deeper and to pull out every drop. As he relaxed his grip on my face and pulled his filthy socks away, the rush of fresh air made me dizzy. Daddy then yanked his spent dick out of me sending streams of used lotion and our mix of cum and ass juice down my leg to stain the carpet, and when I turned to try to lick his dick clean, he just brushed me away with his foot, grabbed another shirt off the couch, wiped his dick, thighs, and chest down, tossed that shirt back into the pile, then sat on the couch and lit a cigarette and started watching the movie again. Well I guessed that was my cue that he was done, so I picked up the red t-shirt he has used earlier, wiped the worst of the mess off my ass and thighs, got dressed, and realizing he was not going to see me out, headed to his front door. After a bit of fumbling I got all the locks undone and let myself out and was surprised to see my UberX car was still sitting there and the driver was leaning against the passenger side, casually smoking. He put out his cigarette as I walked up, opened the back door for me, and then surprised me by making me scoot over as he got in right behind me. I looked at him, confused, and said, “Hey man, what’s going on?” suddenly afraid I was going to get robbed or something. The sound of all the car doors locking echoed as he pressed the key fob, and he smiled as he turned and said, “It’s time for the tip.” You don’t tip the Uber drivers, but I thought maybe he was new, or did not know, so I stammered, “Yeah man, no problem. I can tip you.” My driver laughed as he shook his head and started to unbuckle his pants. “No. You got it wrong. I’ve got your tip,” and I could only stare in wonder as he fished a mammoth dick out his shorts that was longer and thicker than the one that had just bred me. In a flash I had my pants off and was grunting face down in the back seat as my UberX driver mounted me and raw fucked my ass using the fresh cum that filled my guts as the only lube before adding his own. Maybe the weekend would turn out alright after all.

I find that a few of my friends are big safe-sex proselytizers but then in private (once I talk to their 'play-mates') it becomes apparent that they 'drop the safety net' and ride it raw. And I guess ONLY THEIR discretion is excused! And the same ones tend to be all judgmental to your face and quickly dog the one or other as 'TOO promiscuous' and use language like 'he is DIRTY'... or whatever... So to figure out 'whom I'm dealing with' I rattle the cage by talking about bareback sex and how 'HOT IT WOULD BE' with strangers at a bar or whatever, as though it is hypothetical, or bb-play based on PREP use... then you find the conversation develops into polarized camps. Some get all preachy and harp on that 'promiscuous sex is disgusting' or 'there are still ALL KINDS OF OTHER DISEASES'. Others however, your new BB-BROS pull you to the side and spill the beans of how they really feel. On a parallel tangent (the just BEING GAY part) I used to have a beefy, very sexy, cocky buddy who was in the Marines. He was always smiling and had a very outgoing personality and hid his sexuality very well from his Mormon parents and church. To 'play it off' he 'put on a show' PRETENDING he was receptive to amorous play with men and oddly, he became the most popular dude. Guys would want to sit with him on the plane, or who would have him as their tent mate or have him wear their dog-tags or whatever. In short, by 'stirring the pot' and by being colorful he got all the right attention and flew RIGHT UNDER THE RADAR of those who would disapprove and didn't catch on... I recall my best friend, a cop, always dogging his ex (my greatest sexual fantasy, as he is a shaggy-haired blonde, one of my fetishes) telling me 'he is DIRTY' and 'he does bareback with EVERYBODY as though it was a bad thing... (my man actually finally tagged his ass and bred him) My best (cop) friend's new Bf (until a couple years ago), his TWINK, would wait until he was in the house with either me or my man and then spill the beans on his antics. Wild stuff! Once when I told him: "You are such a slut!" He corrected me and said: "I'm no slut! I'm a CUM-DUMPSTER!" After I told him how hot I find all that he opened up about all his kinky secrets that went WAY BEYOND I have ever done... Yet he looked so innocent!

I should mention that the trucker who knocked me up 25 yrs ago by talking me into being his bareback bottom was a balding fella. 50's I'd guess. Lean, thick beard, and one hell of a dirty talker. Lol He had his raw cock in my ass before I knew it, and I shot my load from him fucking me in less than a minute. He came shortly after, and told me I was a pig now. Didn't fully understand what had happened at the time, but come to find out he was a dirty gifter and knocked me up on purpose. I met him on AOL. Think he went by rollintrucker or something like that. I've often wondered if he is still around. He'd be late 70's by now.

And you can fuck right off with your judgemental childish crap! Not that it is ANY of your business but I take prep because it's an agreement I have with my partner. He understands that I find poz a turn on but I take prep to protect HIM! So fuck off and dont judge on things you know nothing about!

Thursday night I was really horny and wanted to fuck a hole. I went on grindr and found a late 20s muscle bottom looking. I sent him my pic and saw his. Muscle verse guy. Went to his place and he sucked me and he started hitting the poppers. I bent him over and rimmed his hole. I slid inside and could feel he was sorta loose so he is definitely a slut. Fucked him on his squeaky bed and blew a load up his cum hole. Good fuck. I told him I would be back soon to get a load from him up my hole.

If you are healthy (ie: healthy immune system) you are less likely to get infected...

Well done and well written. It is a very enjoyable story.

PART 6 　 We finally got up, showered and got dressed. We then packed and checked out of the room. Then we went our seperate ways. I still had no idea what had happened nor the way I was now changed forever. I arrived home, shortly, to pick up where I had left, or so I thought at the time. I tried all week to keep things back to normal and forget about that night, but could not get it out of my mind. It had been so erotic, so intense and the best sex I had ever had in my life. I literally thought about it by day and dremt of it by night. It was driving me crazy. I fould myself in the bathroom, jacking my cock and even thrusting a finger, or two or three up my ass as I had mind blowing orgasms thinking about that night. 　 By the end of the week, I could not take it anymore and tried to call Len, but found he was out of town on business and would be gone for at least a couple of weeks more. I was devastated and in terrible need. I had heard there was an adult arcade, frequented by gay men, who went there for sex. I headed there straight from work on Friday. I had no idea what to do there actually, but purchased some lube and condoms in the front and headed into the arcade to see what would happen. I entered the first booth I came to and found a hole in the wall. I looked through, but nobody was in the other booth and then the door there opened up and a guy came in. I really had no idea what to do. He ran a finger across the bottom of the hole and I figured it must be some kind of signal, but what? I just stood there not knowing what to do. Finally I heard him whispering to me. I knelt down to listen. He asked me what I was into. I told him I wanted to be fucked. He grinned and told me he would love to. I stood up and dropped my pants and turned around as he asked. I backed up to the hole and soon felt his hand on my ass, caressing it and then rubbing my hole. He was nudging myhole, when I remembered the lube, and pulled away and haned it to him. He soon had my ass slick and his finger in me. I was tingling all over. Soon I felt another finger and then another as my breathing got faster and I was soon moaning in pleasure from his fingers slowly fucking my hole and twirling around and around opening me up more and more. After a while, he pulled his fingers out. OMG, I felt so terribly empty. Soon, though, I felt a large hard pressure against my hole and knew he was trying to get his cock in me. The feeling was intense and soon I could tell he was in me and driving in deeper and deeper. The I felt the thrusting as he started to fuck me. After about 10 minutes, it all at once dawned on me that I had forgotten to give him a condom and he was in me bare. I started to pull away to get him to put one on, when he grabbed my hips through the hole and really started to pound my ass. I almost blacked out from the sensation of pleasure that erupted from this and thrust my ass back at him hard. After a few more really hard thrusts, he drove as deep in me as he could and I could actually feel his cock pulse and wave after wave of cum erupt in my used hole and then I was cumming hard too. A few more thrusts and he pulled out, and as I turned around, he told me thanks and pulled his pants up and was out the door. 　 It took me several minutes to get composed and then I was thinking what an idiot I was to have let him use me like that and dump and unprotected load of cum up my ass. What if he had something, what would I tell my wife? I got my pants back up and got out of there to go think what the hell I was doing.

And probably a good few toxic ones. Well done on 34!

I agree Beastboy42. Everything versbbguy rights is hot AF!! Never get tired of em.

I like to keep them in as well. Sometimes I do enjoy pushing out and I always record video of it or take a few pics! Also sometimes need to push out and douche so next top won’t know I was just fucked. I trick them and just say I’m always wet and loose or that I was playing with toys. Lol Anything to get the next new DNA in my ass pussy.

When the internet was young I was a frequent user of the latest chat room IRC, it was pretty basic but enough to get the job done. One autumn I came home from work alone as my bf had gone on a business trip so when I got settled I did some cleaning and then logged on too IRC. I went to the usual room #gaylondonsex but got bored quickly so I flitted in and out of several other rooms #gayskinheads, #gaypiss and then I hit the room #gaybareback saw there were about 5 guys in there but I exited almost as quick as I entered. Within a minute a chat screen had opened up from a guy called BAREBACK8 so we chatted a while and I explained that I only had a look in the room and not actively engaged in bareback fucking, still the chatting went on he told me he was poz and I told him I was neg then after a while I agreed to meet but under no illusion that I would fuck with him. An hour later he arrived at the flat and I opened the door to a early 40''s 6 foot man, not hot by any standards but hey sex is sex so we went to the bedroom and undressed and I stood in awe at his athletic build and smooth skin but what I couldn't stop noticing was that he was indeed 8 inches with a cock ring on and already standing to attention like a rock he had an average thickness but still enough to know what you were holding . We moved on to the bed and did the usual antics of sucking, kissing and rimming. Gradually he moved his finger over my hole rubbing it gently and then eased it in which made me catch my breath as I wasn't expecting it but I relaxed and let him carry on whilst I worked on his cock laying stomach to stomach head to toe. Gradually he worked another finger in and continued doing this for about 20 minutes before he slipped finger number 4 in which became a little uncomfortable. I stopped him and said I wasn't into fisting so he got up to his knees... "What do you like?" he asked. "Fucking" I replied. "You going to take it bareback?" I didn't even realise the words "YES" had escaped my mouth and with a swift movement he was in front of me with my legs on his shoulders and his arms by my side, it happened so quick like a heat seeking missile he pushed his cock half in to my hole without missing target and no lube or spit. I gapped his lower arms and winced at the pain and he just looked my in the eye and continued pushing the shaft of his cock in one smooth slow motion until his balls made contact and he had his target, without allowing me to adjust to him being so deep inside me he had already got into his rhythm with steady thrusting all the time looking me in the eyes. I glanced down and could see his butt grinding away at me which went on for a good 15 minutes. I was powerless to resist as it just didn't stop and weirdly I was loving the feel of him inside me, just then I felt the rhythm pick up pace and power of the thrusting grew in intensity I grasped his arms even harder all the time he did not lose eye contact with me. I felt him push in harder and he stopped thrusting and I felt his cock pulsing as he released and planted his toxic seed deep into my body by now he had a big smile on his face. "Your done" he said. He stayed inside for what seemed an age gently pushing his toxic seed deeper into me, I just layed there not fully comprehending what had just happened. He withdraw his cock and looked down at my hole. "No mess, not a drop wasted" he said. I was still speechless at what I had enjoyed so we lay there and kissed, he then got dressed and asked if I was free at the weekend as he would like to spend all weekend poz fucking me. I didn't even search for a response and said I will make myself free. That weekend I went to his place on Friday evening after work and stayed until Sunday evening where I was treated like a whore and got nailed by him continuously. Sadly that was the last time I ever saw him as the following month we moved away from London.

Part 2 　 I awoke Saturday morning nicely refreshed from a good nights sleep. It was a nice day, so I decided to sit outside on the porch and drink my morning coffee. As I was sitting there enjoying the wonderful sun, I heard the door of the otherside of the duplex open. I turned to look over there and Hank and Tom walked out, also drinking coffee. When they saw me, they both waved and went down the steps and came over to my side. I asked them to have a seat. We all sat around for a while then drinking coffee and chatting, again, about nothing in particular. Then Hank told me, "I guess you know now that I am gay and so is Tom?" I told him I had kind of guessed it, but did not add that I had heard them last night. Hank asked, "That doesn't change anything with you does it?" I told him it didn't mean a thing to me at all, it was his business. He kind of looked relieved and said, "That is great, so many think badly of it." I shrugged my shoulders and said, "it was no big deal, I was always curious as to why guys and gals were like that, but it really wasn't any of my business to judge." He smiled and thought that was a good way to be and if I had any questions to just ask and he would try to answer them as best as he could. Our talk turned to other things then, the weather, work and so forth, nothing much just passing the time. Then Hank and Tom got up and went back inside Hank's place. I got up and went in to tidy up and do my dishes. Then up to my bedroom to make the bed up and maybe take a shower. I heard noises again and again, I leaned towards the wall to listen. It seemed Hank and Tom were back at it again as I could hear the moans of pleasure again. Both seemed to like a lot of talk during also. Could hear them telling each other how great they felt. Hank telling Tom how great it felt being deep inside him and Tom saying how great it felt having his hole pounded deep and hard.

Going to be another hot and heavy cum jerker of a story.

Yes this is an interesting discussion. As for me, my husband and I have been together for 32 years now also. We are both tops when it comes to fucking and always have been. It took us a while but we have been able to make the open relationship thing work. Guess it helps that we are both raving pigs too........... I will admit that it took some time for each of us to move beyond the jealousy thing to develop our own appetites and kinks. But we knew we loved each other, so it just made sense to figure the fuck thing out. So we have a third join us if the mood strikes and we sometimes go whoring together. Most of the time though when we want to fuck we are on our own. Interestingly our only rule is that we have to tell each other when we play others. Come to think of it we have some hot story times that are as sexually charged as if we were fucking each other. Come to think of it I think it has made me a bit more piggy than I might have been............. no one wants to come home with a vanilla story. Oh and whoever said you can't make a partner into what you want was right. None of us change that much and trying to be top or a bottom when you are not just doesn't work. Ya gotta be able to go with the flow and adapt yourself.

Yes, I have and a few of them at that. I’m sure more have as when I’m in that drunken cumslut mode, dick is dick. Most homeless tops produce massive loads and don’t take too long to give it up. It’s always after I leave a few fuck clubs, already with loads dripping from my hole and attempt to head home. My slut factor is in high alert. Gas stations are the worse. Can easily find them there. I am pretty sure more will cum in me in the future.

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I went from glory hole fun in the beginning and took loads just as the GH fever started to wain. After everyone in SF was doing Prep, easy anon ass was all over the place. The glory holes dried up of tops and filled with trolls and the walking dead. I then started to post CL ads and invite guys to my place for ANON. Hit and miss there too but some really memorable ones. But I was hungry for more and started doing the Motel cumdump scene. Still hit and miss but got some pretty good dick. Almost made a science on time, place and when there was a convention in town. Cummnion was s hit and miss, no body wanted to cum and everyone was saving their load. The true love, I’m sure all will agree, is the cum in your hole. Having as much of it more than the actual fucking. I live in a condo now and it’s prerty much secured. No more real anon dick. Unless it’s the guy who lives in the same building as me. I missed my ground floor apartment which had easy access to parking and entrance. Location Location Location.

Hey guys, thanks for the messages and regarding my breeding exploits since being diagnosed with HIV, I've got another story(true) to put up shortly. cheers A

Over the summer I took care of a kid who had surgery on his leg. Recent high school grad headed to college in the fall. He came out of the operating room very anxious and crying. He had a knee immobilizer on it which is a big brace that run the length of the leg and is secured with Velcro straps. As I was assessing him I saw that the OR staff had gotten his balls trapped in the top of the immobilizer. No wonder he was hurting. I freed them and rolled them around to make sure they were OK. He immediately calmed down and relaxed and told me no one had ever touched him there before. He would fall asleep then wake up for a minute or two then would go back out as the anesthesia meds worked there way out of his system. As I kept playing with his balls his cock grew rock hard and stayed that way. I ran my fingers over it and gave it a few pulls. Kid had a nice cock. Long and plump with a nice flared head. I kept playing with him and watched him as he would wake up then fall back to sleep. His hips were pushing up to meet my hand as I stroked him and I leaned over and licked a bit of precum off the head of his cock. The more I licked and sucked the more still he got. I watched him as I gave a few deep swallows and he blasted his load in my mouth. I milked every drop out of him then let him rest. When he was more awake and getting ready to be discharged I helped him to the bathroom where he had to hold on to me because of his leg. I untied his hospital gown and soon had him naked. I reached down and took his cock and aimed it for him. He got hard again just like that. He was so apologetic saying he was sorry and that no one had ever touched him there---if he only remembered what I did earlier he would know that was no longer true. I looked down at his hard cock in my hand and told him he had a great cock. I asked where he hid it when it got hard since it was so big. As I was talking I was slowly jacking him and those hips started moving again. I asked him if he liked that and if it felt good and he just softly moaned and watched his cock fucking my hand. It was like he was hypnotized and could not look away. I said just wait until you get a blowjob and can fuck this big cock in their mouth and he told me he wanted that so bad but didn’t think it was ever going to happen. He asked what a blowjob felt like was it really that good? I moved him so he was leaning against the sink and said let me show you and sank to my knees as I sucked his cock for the second time in a few hours. One hand grabbed the back of my head and he blasted another load in me. I licked his cock clean again and watched him as he just stared at me. I stood up, leaned in, and asked how was it? He surprised me by kissing me. He told me that was amazing. I told him now he didn’t have to worry that it would never happen.

Recently it seemed every patient has having a hernia repair. The men come out in scrotal support which is just a flimsy jock strap. As the latest guy woke up from the anesthesia he wanted to see the dressing so I pulled up his gown and showed him making sure to run my hands around his abdomen and around his crotch asking if it was tender or hurt. Later he asked if I could remove the support because it was near his dressing and was bothering him. After removing it he laid back spread his legs and relaxed. I stepped away to get him something to drink and when I returned he had kicked off the covers his hands were under his gown slowly moving. I teased him saying it looks like he has his hands full and he just grinned and continued jacking. Anesthesia and pain medication make people relax and do all kinds of things. As I leaned over to check his dressing his free hand brushed over my cock. He did it a few times and then we he saw I was not going to stop him he took a firmer hold of my cock in my scrub pants. I reached down unzipped and pulled my cock out. We were jacking each other and he slid down a bit and leaned over sliding my cock into his mouth. After a few minutes he looked up at me and whispered, “my boyfriend would love to get his hands on that”. I bent over and licked the head of his cock and sucked him. He relaxed his legs and my fingers searched out his hole. I slowly wet a finger and pushed it inside him. I found his prostate and worked it as I sucked him and it was not long before he shot a nice load in my mouth. Later as he was getting ready for discharge his bf was helping him get dressed in the bathroom. I knocked and asked if they needed any help and when I stuck my head in the patient was sucking his boyfriends cock. I smiled and they motioned me in. I stood behind the bf and rubbed his ass while he reach back to massage my cock in my scrub pants. The patient looked at me and said fuck him. I got on my knees and rimmed his ass then stood up and sunk my cock into his bf’s hole. Knowing we did not have much time it was nothing but a quick hard pump and dump. I fucked my load into him and when I was finished he pulled off, turned around, and sucked my cock clean. I bent to kiss the patient who had a load of his bf’s cum in his mouth that he shared with me. The whole thing did not take long but fuck was it hot. I have gotten together with them a few more times for longer sessions but none comes close to fucking at work.

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