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I didn’t mean to cheat on my husband. It was just a weird set of circumstances that led me to it; I dropped my car off for its annual service, the garage sent a driver to get me to work and said they would clean and deliver my car back later that afternoon. And then the call, “sorry, we need a part and not expecting it to arrive until tomorrow, unfortunately all of our courtesy cars are being used so I have no back up car to offer you at this time.” “No problem” I replied “I can get a lift.” A quick call to my husband revealed he had Head Office meetings and would be late home, “Get a taxi you cheap skate.” Rather than a taxi…I thought the bus station is just around the corner from work plus the bus stops close to home so that will do nicely. I hadn’t been to a bus station in decades but my mind was racing back to my formative gay teen years sucking cock through glory holes in public toilets. I have time, I’ll just have a quick look and check out if they are still here, fully expecting to finding them all gone. Wow what a throw back, the smell of stale piss hit me as I entered the empty toilet block. Six cubicles to the right and at a right angle a long stained stainless-steel trough. I was both nervous and excited as hell as I checked out the cubicles. Plenty of graffiti, mobile numbers, hook up details, piss and cum splashes on the sticky floor and huge glory holes in all but two traps. Fresh cum streaks down the walls let me know they were still active, very active. My cock instantly stirred in my pants, swelling nicely to half hard…and then I heard the outer door open so quickly ducked to the trough pretending to piss as my now raging hard on prevented any chance of urinating. The young lad – a student I guess with black hair, thin wispy beard stood close to me, unzipped and just stood there. I couldn’t hear his piss hitting the steel, so after a while I looked right, eyes down to check him out…fuck! He was slowly jacking a huge cock, thick and long, very long, big black cock long. I involuntarily licked my lips. He picked up on my action and smiled, gestured with a nod of his head to go to the cubicles, my mind was already racing as my cock led me forwards to some long-suppressed paradise as I went into one and he entered the adjacent one. Closing the door, unbuttoning my suit trousers, then sitting, legs spread, stroking my now extremely hard dick I heard the door of the other cubicle close, followed by the sounds of a coat being hung up, he turned to face me letting me watch him wriggle out of his jeans and then rub his leaking cock full to bursting out of his brilliant white briefs that were straining to contain the growing monster trapped within the fabric. He moved forwards allowing me full view of his now naked hardness. After a moment of watching his cock rise, two of my fingers went through the glory hole, an age old obvious invitation, I am both nervous yet increasingly unable to contain my excitement. As I withdrew my fingers his cock came through, the thick head could barely fit through the hole... But made its way in as it entered into my stall. Slowly, more and more of it came through until all 9-10 inches were now through and pointing straight up. I licked my lips again as I kept stroking my cock transfixed by the pulsing and straining cock expectantly poked through a hole in the wall. I began stroking my painfully hard erection, almost losing control and getting off just from the reality of playing with another man’s cock rather than my partners or my own. My breathing was growing louder and faster in rhythm with my pumping fist, lost in the magic of our rigid cocks. Fuck I wanted his cock sooooooooo bad but I felt like the genie in the bottle, once I start giving this stranger a blow job there will be no going back. I held on just watching, fuck it looked beautiful, twitching with each heartbeat and with each throb a clear bead of pre-cum was pumped out the piss slit. There was so much, I watched hypnotised, as it run down the shaft and along the bulging length long cum tube like a mini river of fluid and just as it reached the base of his cock, almost ready to soak into the wood I instinctively leant forwards, stuck out my tongue and lapped it up. The Genie was released, no going back now! My tongue running up the underside of this magnificent cock scooping up all the pre-cum I could get, digging in to his piss slit and then swirling around the rubbery corona then back down making love to the velvety skin and that magnificent cum tube. His loud moans indicating I was doing something right! I pulled off, the heat and musk combined into a heady aphrodisiac that drove me onwards. I told myself that I would only just take it in my mouth for a short while, I wasn't going to do anything else, just enjoy sucking on this huge cock until my jaw ached…which by the size of it would not take long. As my lips engulfed the hard dick, another moan came from the lad on the other side of the stall. Hearing that moan really set something off in my head I became curious to see if I could fit all of it in my mouth and I could tell he was getting impatient as the hole was just wide enough for him to begin thrusting deeper in my mouth. I was getting off on this lad moaning because of what I was doing to him and his huge cock. He loved how my mouth felt around his cock head. His thrashing increased and with copious amounts of precum flowing his whole cock suddenly popped fully down my throat, cutting off my air supply. I panicked, gagged and had to ease back. Tears and snot ran down my face but I soon dove back down, now enjoying having my throat raped as it pulsed all around his shaft. The lad began moaning louder. "Fuck.... Uhhh... Yeeeerrrrrr……aaaahhh….YESSSSSSSSSS!!" After a moment or two, he stood back, breaking the contact and his cock, like some snake disappeared backwards leaving me crestfallen. Had I done something wrong? No! His fingers now beckoned. My cock was ready, no reason to hesitate, I stood put it against his fingers, and he is now lightly tugging and stroking me with those fingers. My cock disappeared through the hole as he tugged it in his side and a warm wetness took over me so completely I was lost momentarily at how good it felt. My willing and hopeful cock twitched and pumped out precum with sensations that were new yet oh so familiar, the pleasure kept rising as I sank deeper into this stranger's mouth, utterly lost in his willing cock sucking and my need to shoot. The lad was a natural, his skills belying his age and done with such loving care that I just want more! Only he pulls off leaving my pelvis pressed up hard against the partition my cock jumping, precum dribbling. I hear a loud grunt, then, “damn…Oh fuck yeah!” Then his hand wraps around my dick and pumps it a few times…and yet whilst I’m enjoying the attention I swear I hear, “Umm, umfff, Ahhh” from the other side of the partition each time his hand moves down my shaft. Lucky for me his mouth soon engulfs my cock again it feels as if he is powerfully thrust forwards, rocks back then forward again. My thought train is momentarily thrown...was that another man’s grunting I then heard? Then I know I hear a regular thump, thump, thump…wft is that? My mind is racing now; I hear a similar sound as my balls rock against the wall then the lad is pushed deep onto my dick deep throating me…fuck I won’t last much longer especially as in my mind “my” cocksucker is being fucked through the gloryhole the other side of him. Images flashed through my mind of this dirty cumdump, a diseased cumdump, taking all loads, getting Pozzed up. Fuck where did that thought spring from? I don’t know but at the thought of it my cock felt super hard, like it would explode, I felt my balls tingle and bang they draw up, no stopping NOW! Words tumble out of my mouth in a pleasure driven random order, “fuck yeah...good...fuck..ing hot...cock sucker...fuck...yes. ..no, stop...fuc…king great.” I was completely overcome from his tongue and mouth actions. An explosive long orgasm, harder than I can ever remember, 5, 6 no 7 long spurts blast down his gulping throat as I just kept cumming and he kept on sucking my cock without easing up, his swallowing of my baby batter just part of the intense connection between us. This was the best head I had ever received. It wasn't just his talented mouth, it was the entire experience. I couldn’t believe it, normally after cumming my cock is so sensitive but here in this situation I was still hard as the lad continued nursing my rock-hard cock slurping every last drop of cum from my piss slit until eventually it shrivelled from 7 to a limp 3 inches. I pulled my cock back through the hole sat down, slightly dizzy from my massive ejaculation. I wiped myself clean not wanting to leave any tell-tale snail trial in my underwear and, as I sat there I could see movement still happening in the cubicle next door. I stooped down to peer through the hole to see “my” lad backed up on the partition wall of the adjoining stall, bent forwards smiling at me as I clearly saw a pair of legs pressed up against that wall see-sawing away in hard jabbing motions making sure my lad was receiving a good fucking. I don’t know why, but all I thought of was him getting bred filled with a diseased cum load knocking him up before my eyes. There was a loud grunt, then “Take it!” as the legs thrust forwards…in that same moment “my” cocksucker’s cock cum tube expanded as cum erupted in an explosive series of spurts splattering against the wall before running down the wall and pooling on the floor. I couldn’t help but reach down smear my fingers through his cum and take a taste, I then zipped up and got out to join the bus queue. A short while later “my” boy came up to me, said “That was fun, here’s my number, call me” as he pushed a scrap of paper and kissed me in front of everyone and walked off into the distance. On the bus home I read his note, Aaron and a mobile number was all it had written down…I punched his name and number in my phone… I didn’t go back to the public toilets for over a week, half frightened of how far I might go if temptation presented itself and half expecting, no waiting to see if I broke out in some type of visible infection. Guilt makes you do funny things. To be continued ?

So for many years now I have been reading these stories. Truth be told they never fail with getting me to cum. I love the idea of a guy getting tweaked to the point that he just gives up all inhibitions and just takes all the cum and cock which is offered. Anywho I figure that I would tell my story of how I got pozzed. I had just started my first year of college I was 19 and I was still full of homrmones. Just so you know I am a bear about 5-6 190 brown hair green eyes and very vers. But one day I was cruising on adam4adam and I ran across this guy. He was mid 40s very built at 5-9 170 washboard abs and just made me weak in the knees. So after some chatting I ended up taking a bus to his house I knocked on the door and he let me in. We started talking and before I knew it he was offering me a shot of some really cheap liquor. It was super bitter and I remember that after I took it I just felt very relaxed. Next thing I knew he was offering me a bowl. This was also really good pot and had me high as hell. I remember that we started to shotgun back and forth. He then locked his lips with mone and we started to make out like nothing else. His lips were soft and just felt amazing against my own. He took my shirt off and asked me what all I was wanting to do. I said anything that felt right. He then looked at me as he ran his hand through the fir on my chest and then grabbed it and pulled tight and he then kissed me again as he started to kiss my ear and then whispered to me that he was going to change me that night. I don’t know why but I felt that the whole world just stopped and I knew that I would be a different person after that night. It felt right and it felt that it was my time. I wasn’t totally sure what was going on but I just felt every fiber in my being say yes. He then covered my mouth with a really cold wet rag and told me to inhale. I did and I felt the world start to spin and he was kissing me again as he started to grab for my belt. He un did the buckle and then looked at me and asked me to take his shirt off. The body which was before me was glorious. He was built and was just a flat out amazingly handsome man. I started to come out of the fog and I asked what that stuff was. He said poppers and then showed me how it came in a bottle and a can. He then opened the bottle and showed me hwo to hit it. I did and just wanted to feel him in me with this extreme desire to get fucked. He then stopped and asked me if I like x. I had never taken x before and told him that. So at this point I have to admit that I was definatly not in a right state of mind. We stopped and started soking some more pot and this time it was not the same kind of buzz that you usually get when you are slowly starting to get stoned. This time it was had a more intese tingly body buzz. The x was kicking in too and then he said to me that the pot has some T in it. I had never used T before but I was kind of liking it. The next thing I knew I was locked with his lips again and was removing my pants and felt his finger at my hole. I felt a burn in my ass and then I felt a unholy desire to be used. Next thing I knew my legs were up in the air with my ass spread open. I felt his mouth on my hole and his tounge probing into me. It felt so amazing to feel my hole being lapped at like that. I then felt another burn and then he licked my hole more this time my hole was grabbing at his tounge and pulling on it. He said to me that it felt hot with how my hole was pulling at his tounge. He then told me how he was shoving shards up meth up my ass. I thought it was an amazing experience so far. He then pulled away from me while my body was screaming to be fucked. He then looked into my eyes and told me that he was poz and that he wanted to make me like him. I freaked out for a moment, looked at him, and was shocked yet my body was betraying me. Now I have never been a chaser let alone a barebacker but at this point it suddenly felt that this was the right thing to do. I felt that I was meant to let this guy charge me up. And then at that point I looked back into his eyes and kissed him. He then asked me if I was sure and I said yes. At that point he told me to hold still and wrapped a tourniquet around my arm and then swabbed my arm sterile and the stuck me with a needle and said prepare. I remember that when he removed the tourniquet I felt this warm rush up my arm and into my chest. I felt that my heart was about to beat out of my chest and that I couldn’t breath. I coughed and then I felt something in me that I was not prepared for his 9 inch cock. I felt that I was having an anal orgasm as he pounded away at my ass. He looked at me and then gave me some more max. I started to scream to make me poz. About an hour later we were still ficking and then he looked at me and said that he had a high viral load and that he was about to cum. I said please seed me and knock me up.

Part 2. I’d had a God-awful morning at work so decided for once to get out in the fresh air for lunch…walking aimlessly around town I found myself by the bus station with a little voice in my head saying, “Go in, you know you want to…” The stalls were disappointingly empty so I picked a middle one offering holes on both sides, only one had the hole stuffed full of toilet paper to block off the view. Trousers and underwear down it was not long before I had company. I'm certain he noticed my body shift repeatedly while attempting to see what was happening on his side, my cock instantly growing in length and thickness when I heard him unzip and trousers go down. I contently began to pump myself as I brazenly press my face to the hole to take a good look at him. His right hand was slowly fisting his erect cock, one that appeared to be similar in size to my 7 inches. His dark pubes nicely set off his alabaster white dick and shaved balls neatly framed by his opened and unzippered trousers. Leaning back, showing off my fully hard cock for him to see I hear the obvious and encouraging sounds of clothing being shifted. Bending to look again, his pants were finally around his knees, his glistening cock gorgeously making squelching sounds in his hand. He had a sexy cock and I sat peering in, watching him stroke himself faster with increasing speed. His hand's rhythm was fast but firm, different than my own slower deliberate wanking up and down the whole length not wishing to cum yet, whilst his was centred around the flared ridge at the end of its straight length. His breathing grew faster and more obvious and, in a panic, to prevent him shooting there and then I pushed my fingers back through the opening, bent forwards running my tongue around my lips signalling my desire to suck his clearly needy cock. He then turned, and his cock came through the hole. At first, only the head appeared, gloriously glistening, close and tempting. I blew gently against the skin, the mushroomed-out foreskin still clinging to the corona ridge marking the end of his lovely cockhead. I spat on the palm of my hand and ran it around his cock head, he shuddered, and began to move his cock deeper through the glory hole, any hesitation melting as my palm and fingers continued to explore him, sliding down to lightly stroke the hair surrounding his tight ball sack. I rubbed his smooth balls, occasionally straying along his slightly hairy crack then went back to jacking him so I could lick up the sweet nectar of his precum. It was kind of fun getting this guy off, I bobbed my head faster now, back and forth on his cock, rotating my hand around the base. I took my left hand off my cock and reached out to wrap it around the shaft next to my right hand. I slipped my mouth back to just suck tightly on the head of his dick... As if I was working to get the last bit of ice-cream out of a cup. His head was thick, red and throbbing now as I sucked and lifted the tip of his cock. I took my mouth away from his cock and stuck my tongue out to lick the underside of his thick shaft. I went all the way down to the root, and slowly licked up to the tip, again putting my mouth around the head when I got to the top. I again started sucking just the tip as I stroked his huge cock with both of my hands. I worked his dick over for another minute or two, when I started to feel it twitch a bit. Cum started shooting out of the tip into my mouth... I gulped the first spurt down then pulled my mouth off his cock moving my face back a few inches. Huge loads of cum continued to shoot out and splattered all over my forehead, face, lips and chin. While I was no longer sucking it, my hands kept stroking the shaft out of sheer habit of having done it for the last 5-10 minutes. Cum continued to spray out for what seemed like an eternity. When his cock emptied out, I took my hands off of it as cum ran into my eyes and began to sting. By the time I had blinked and wiped his spunk from my eyes he had pulled his cock back through the hole and began zipping back up. Then he opened his door and left the bathroom. I cleaned up, zipped up and walked out….straight into Aaron

A reader recently noticed this story had been duplicated. While I'm not sure the versions are identical, I have nevertheless merged the two threads. Hotload84 --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- One of my favorites... I was 22, and working in Lewisam Hospital HIV centre as a third year medical student. I was young, blond, 11 stone, and 6 foot tall, so I got a lot of attention from the gay guys on the AIDS ward. There was one particular inpatient who always flirted with me like crazy. He was 56 years old, skinny and tanned, he was in the advanced stages of AIDS. On one particular night when I was on call, I went into his room, closing the door, and found he was still up. "Hi, John, still awake?" I asked, standing next to the bed. I was wearing just scrubs, boxer shorts and trainers with no socks on, my bulge kind of rested on the mattress as I leant forward against the bed, but I knew he wouldn't mind. "Hi, Joe, how are you?" John replied as he turned to face me, ihe process his hospital gown fell off his shoulder, showing his skinny chest, covered in grey hair. "I'm ok, but more importantly, how are you?" I asked. "Not so great. My viral load is up high again, and the KS on my leg is itching," he said, pulling his foot out from under the cover. He had a Kaposi Sarcoma on his left foot, one of the signs of advanced AIDS. It was a small brown, scaly lump, about the size of a 50p coin. I lifted his foot up and stroked the cancerous lesion. "You need some moisture on it. It's quite dry," i remarked, running my hand up his calf, feeling the similar sized cancer lump on his left shin. With one hand I stroked the KS lesion on his shin with my thumb, rubbing the lesion on his foot with the finger tips of my other hand. "Well, I'll let you sort that out for me young man," he commented, curling his toes round my fingers as I stroked his bare foot. "Is there anything else with which I can help you, John?" I asked. "Well, my cock has a problem," he replied, broadly grinning. "Oh, really. What would that be?" "It swells everytime a certain medical student comes near," he answered, out-lining his erection in his hospital gown, suggesting "I think you should lock the door and examine it," he said, lifting the edge of his gown up a bit. "John, ummm, you shouldn't get that out here..." I said as John exposing his big, heavy, hairy nuts, which I knew were full of toxic cum. "Oh, ok. I'd better lock the door if youre going to do that," I said, walking over to the door and locking it, and turning the little knob so the slits in the window went opaque. I walked back over to John's bed and sat down on the edge, slipping my shoes off and wiggling my sweaty bare toes. "At least I can go barefoot if the door is locked, I commented. "You like teasing me, don't you Joe?" John asked rhetorically. "This is just going to be a visual inspection, I said, lifting-up his gown. His fat, seven inch, uncut, veiny, tanned, poz erection lay obscenely hard along his bare thigh. "But I think I felt a lump, or maybe two lumps," he said lifting his balls up from between his thighs so his fat genitals proudly hung over his leg in front of me. I stood up, the hard floor cold on my bare feet, standing right up to the bed, my semi hard cock bulging my scrub trousers, the lump of my genitals resting on the mattress. "John, you have an amazing cock, but I'm a student here. I'm supposed to leave the room if a patient gets aroused," putting my hand on his bare foot again, rubbing his cancer lesion gently as he stroked his erection slowly. "You can just watch me wank. Anyhow, you seem to like touching my KS" John said. With that, he slid his bare foot up under my scrubs top, placing his bare sole on my bare chest under my clothes, suggesting "Take your top off." I did as he directed. Lifting my scrubs top off over my head, I stood bare foot and topless in an AIDS patient's hospital room. I put my hands on John's bare foot, lifting it up to my face as he lay naked, stroking his fat cock on the bed, and looked closely at his KS lesion, and then pressed my lips into the cancer riddled skin, kissing his bare foot right on his KS lump. "You're a nasty one, ain't ya," John asked, rubbing his big toe on my lips, pushing his sweaty toe into my mouth. I sucked down on his big toe, tongue-fucking the toe gap between his big toe and the next, proceeding to work my way down towards his little toe, thoroughly tongueing his toe gaps until all five of his toes were covered in spit. Then I kissed my way back-up his bare foot, until again I was pressing my lips into his KS lesion. "You can suck it, if you want. It'll help moisturise it,' John observed. I licked the cancerous lump, feeling the scaly texture of the lesion with my tongue. I pressed my lips round the circumference and sucked on his KS lump, sloppily sucking his cancer between my lips and into my mouth. Eventually I stopped slurping on his KS lesion, kissing his toes as he pulled his foot away, rubbing his saliva covered toes on my erection that was tenting out my scrubs trousers. "I think it's time to take these off," John said, pulling at my waist band with his toes. I assisted, pushing my trousers and boxers to my bare feet and kicked them off, standing naked in front of John as he leant forward and started to suck my cock. I held his head, curling my toes on the hospital floor as I face fucked John. The old guy deep-throated me easily. "John, I really shouldn't be doing this. I could lose my position,' i said as John pulled me onto the bed, laying me on my back and maneuvering on top of me. Our chests and cocks were pressed togther, our faces six inches apart. I leant forward and started to snog him, making out with his as we ground our cocks together. "Good boy, right decision," John said as he shoved his tongue down my throat. "But what if the nurses outside hear?" I asked as we rubbed our naked bodues together, readying ourselves for sex. "Well, we should probably do this quietly so they don't hear" John answered. Lifting my feet up onto his shoulders and kneeling between my legs, pressing his cock into my nut sack, he bent over so his face came close to mine again. "John, what are you doing?" I asked, adding "We can't fuck. Maybe some sucking, but we don't have a condom," I said as John kissed my forehead. With that, John reached over and pulled a condom out the drawer next to his bed and placed it on my chest, saying "It's there, if you want it." "What do you mean 'if I want it?'" John then kissed me on the lips as he rubbed his helmet over my ring and up and down my ass crack. "You're laying on your back, your feet up on my shoulders, on the AIDS ward in which you chose to work, having sucked the KS lesions on my foot," John replied. "So?" I asked. "So I guess you have a fetish for poz cock," John replied. With that he stuck his tongue out and pointed it to the left, so I could see another 50p sized KS lesion on his tongue, growing out of the side of his tongue half way along the shaft of it. "Is that...?' I started to ask but trailed off as I felt him lodge his helmet at my anus. "It's another lesion. Do you want to suck it?" he asked, gently putting pressure on my ass with his helmet. "I'd love to suck on it," I replied as John pressed his cock harder into me, the tip starting to seperate my ring. "I'll have to bend over to let you reach. My poz cock might slip inside a little bit," he observed, pushing his helmet into me a fraction to emphasise his point, noting "I've leaked quite a lot of poz precum on your little ass ring, so you're pretty well lubed back here," he said, rubbing his cock round my ring, pushing in a tiny bit more. "I don't care. Let me suck your tongue lesion," I replied, inviting him by widely opening my lips. John bent forward, his helmet slowly slipping into me, along with half his shaft, and stuck his tongue in my mouth. I knew his poisenous cock was buried in my guts, but all I could think about was sucking on that lump on his tongue and how nasty and kinky and horny that was. Then John pushed his cock deeper into my body. Then it realized: I was being penetrated bareback by a very toxic cock. I stopped sucking and stared in his eyes. "You like sucking my lesion? Do you want my raw cock up you deeper or should I pull out?" he asked. "Put your cock balls-deep inside me," I answered, pulling him back down and sucking on his tongue again. As directed, he slid in, balls-deep, grinding his cock into me. He slid out again, removing his tongue from my mouth. "More?" he asked. "Fuck me" I answered, laying back. "You nasty lil student boy," John said as he straighten his back, and buried his cock balls-deep into my ass. John was kneeling between my legs, my feet on his shoulders, trying to poz me as I lay on my back pierced by his fat cock. "John, jesus, actually, fuck, I can't let you do this. You've got to," trailing off as John slid his cock out and then gently slid it back inside me again. "Just let me fuck you for a bit. I won't cum in you, I promise," John whispered. Lifting my bare feet to his face, he sucked on my toes as he slid his cock in and out of my ass, gently fucking me. "Oh god, fuck, I can't believe I'm doing this in the hospital,' I said, curling my toes round John's tongue as he fucked me bareback, slow, and really deep. "Are you sure you don't want this?" John asked, reaching over and picking up the condom, putting it in my hand. "Why? I don't need it - as long as you don't cum in me," I replied. John fucked me harder. "Yeah, but I'm getting close," John said, sliding out completely and then fucking back in to the hilt, hard and deep, my ass slurping wth each thrust. "Fuck. How close? This feels really good," I asked, pushing my feet into his mouth as he fucked me. "Getting closer," John warned. "Don't cum. Just slide it in me for a few more seconds before you pull out. You're my first ever poz cock. I want it to last as long as possible," I responded, only to be met by a grunt from John. "How close are you now?" I asked as John tongue fucked my toes while he poz fucked my ass. "Pretty close," John answered, fucking me deeply, adding "Whoa, stop, stop, don't move," as he buried his cock inside me to the hilt, his balls slapping my ass. Then he bit down on my toes, chewing them gently as he closed his eyes. I could feel his cock throbbing in my ass as we both held still, John moaning and sighing. "Got too close and had to stop?" I asked, rubbing my big toe on John's tongue. "Fuck yeah. I nearly nutted up in side you then," John answered. I lifted my ass up off his cock and slid back down onto it again, grinding my ass onto his erection buried deep inside me. "Careful,' he said, grinding into me, adding "I'm really close." "How close? Could you cum in five strokes?" I asked, pulling my ass up and slamming it back onto his cock again. He tensed inside me, grinding up into my bowels trying to burrow deeper with his cock. "I dunno. Do you want to risk it?" he said pulling out and sliding back in counting off "One." "Go on. Go to five," I answered, pushing my toes again into his mouth. He slid in and out as I counted "Two..., ugh..., three... ughhhh..., four..., ughhhh... five....' I said as he slid in and out slowly. "Well, I didn't cum,' he said, grinding hard into my guts with his cock. "Then keep fucking me," I responded, pushing my foot into his mouth and gripping his tongue with my toes. He pulled-out and slid back in again. "One...' he said, adding "how many strokes do I get this time?" as he slid out and fucked back in, hard, balls-deep, "...two...," he said. "Just keep fucking me," I replied, pulling my ass off his cock and sliding it back down. He slid in and out repeatedly, quietly counting as he fucked. "Three... four... five... six...." "Stop counting," I ordered. John fucked me gently, in silence, and then sped-up, his balls slapping my ass. "But keep fucking?" he asked. After ten or more thrusts, he rammed his raw, poz cock deep inside my ass. "Fuck, John, keep fucking me. Don't stop," I ordered, again pushing my toes into his mouth. "I'm going to cum," he said, pushing my feet into my chest as he bent me in half to fuck me harder, slamming into my guts over and over, asking "Where do you want it?" "Cum inside me." He lifted my feet up to his face and sucked my toes again. "Are you sure?' he asked, all the while fucking hilt deep and brutally hard, warning "I'm about to cum. I didn't reply. As he moaned and closed his eyes, I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled his cock into me. John bucked his hips as his balls pulled up tight in their sack. "Cum in me, John. Oh god, cum inside me," I answered. "Here it comes. FUCKING TAKE MY LOAD, YOU LITTLE NEG STUDENT BOY WHORE. YEAH, FUCK.' he hoarsely grunted. Then he bent over, putting his face next to mine as he unloaded deep inside me, asking "Can you feel my cock expanding? I'm cumming inside you." He took the condom which I was still clutching, and tossed it on to the floor, saying "My dirty sperm is right up in your guts. What would your doctor friends say?" as he finished-off his orgasm, his cock still buried in my guts. After a few seconds John pulled his cock out of my ass, resting his helmet at my hole, coating his fat mushroom tip in his sperm, he rubbed it round my ring and pushed his cum covered cock back inside me, fucking my cum filled ass for a minute or two as he came down off his cum. "Working it deep up into you boy. What does your medical student knowledge say about that?" John asked, grinding deep up into me with his cock. "John, fuck, oh god, pull it out. I've gotta go shit out your load." With that John finally let me slide off his cock. I stood up, naked, my bare feet cold on the floor, as John's toxic cum ran down my leg. John stood up in front of me, our cocks touching. As we stood face to face, he held our cocks together in his hand and stroked them, while his other hand slid round behind me and fingered my cummy hole. "You probably should shit that out," John suggested, ramming two fingers into my guts and swirling them around in his load up inside my guts. "Oh fuck..." I responded as John scraped my prostate with his finger nails. "...or, you could just fuck me quickly first, you must be gagging to blow a load after taking your first poz cock," John responded, turning round and bending over the bed, pulling his ass cheeks apart. i had a strange, out-of-body moment. i looked down at his rosebud ass, looked at my bare feet, curling my toes on the cold floor, cum dripping down my ankle and onto my foot where it had leaked out my ass. Then I looked at my hard, dripping, angry, cock, my mushroom helmet purple. It was so hard. "Well?" John asked. i stepped forward and pushed my helmet into his ass. "Good boy," John said.

I just left the ABS with only one load in my snatch which I received through the GH. The Dude entered the neighboring cubicle, and looked through the GH to find me naked and waiting. His cock immediately got hard, but before he stuck his thick uncut meat through the GH he suited up. I was in a quandary as my hole needed cock, but if he wore a condom my guts wouldn't get coated with his cum. So, like a proper cumdump, I started sucking him, condom and all. However, I somehow managed to 'accidentally' bite the tip off the condom. I then backed-up onto his cock, properly pleasuring the stranger, riding him hard through the GH. His cock started expanding so I held still, allowing him take over to finish inside my ass. I heard him moan and groan as his cock swelled and spurted. He pulled out and, through the GH, I watched him pull off a relatively empty spunk bag off of his cock. Feeling my hole, I found it full of tasty stranger goo! After he left, I went and double checked. Yep. The top was missing from the condom my involuntary breeder had used. He never knew.

PART THREE Looking in my bedside table I was greeted with a wealth of options to use: dildos, plugs, cockrings and so much more! I didn't want to freak him out initially with how experienced I was so I just grabbed a bottle of lube & some poppers & dashed back to the garage before Brett could have second thoughts. He looked so sexy up in the sling, I didn't care that it was my grandson's ass I was about to take, it was just another sexy young guy. His sweaty hole was still aimed at me but I had to get those shorts off! "Do you mind if I take them off but leave you up in here Brett?" I asked innocently as possible. "It's just easier for me so I don't have to get down on the floor." "Of course Gramps" he replied. "Whatever makes it easier for you." I just prefer my boys to be helpless but I wasn't gonna tell him that! I started to coat his hole in lube, I knew being a virgin would make it very tough for him. "Shit, I forgot how cold that stuff is!" he exclaimed. "I guess I'm usually on the other side of it though." He was gonna be on the other side alright & I was gonna make sure he enjoyed every minute. I pressed my cock against his hole & could tell from the pain etched on his face that he was finding it difficult to take me. I'm no monster but virgins did always have trouble with me, mainly due to my pretty decent-sized mushroom head. I didn't want to resort to the poppers the first time but it didn't look as though there was any other alternative. "Fuck Gramps....I'm so sorry...I don't think I'll be able to take you.......I'm sorry" "I've got a muscle relaxant that might be able to help you, if you want to try it?" taking the bottle of poppers in my hand. "Sure, if you think it'll help" Oh, it'll help alright! I held the bottle to his nose & asked him to inhale deeply while my cock pressed against his hole. The moment I felt his hole relax I pushed inside him. END OF (A SHORTENED) PART THREE

Nice time earlier at ABS. I went into back room, the smell of poppers strong, and saw two guys fucking. Both looked to be in their 20's, skinny, but with some scruff on their faces so not complete twinks. I walked over to the one standing up fucking the other, who was bent over on a bench on his knees. He looked at me and smiled, so I came closer to check out the action. He was fucking the bottom's hairy ass with a modest 5" cock, wearing a rubber. I started rubbing the bottom's ass cheeks, and telling the top what a good job he was doing. I noticed bottom guy took another hit of poppers, so I reached down and felt the tops cock moving in and out. When he had backed up, I grabbed his hardon and looked at him and slid the condom off and threw it on the floor. Then I lined his cock back up to the hole and he resumed his fucking, this time raw. I leaned in to his ear and quietly told him to enjoy and empty his balls in that ass. His pace increased, and I kept coaching him on, telling him to nut in his whore. He must of liked that cuz he instantly started cumming, and I put my hand on his ass to make sure he stayed deep. The bottom was being quiet like a good boy all poppered up. Once he was done nutting, he tucked his cock away and made for the exit. I quickly took his place behind the bottom, and slowly pushed my cock into the cummy hole. Damn he was tight still, as my cock was a bit bigger than the last one. The bottom wriggled a bit, but I grabbed his hips and told him to just relax and hit his poppers. He did just that, and I told him how good it felt to fucked his cum hole, and what a big load the last guy gave him. I slow fucked him for about 10 minutes before nutting in him. I pulled out and wiped my cock on his ballsack and ass cheeks, and put my index finger in his hole just to feel my cum in there. I patted him on the ass and told him thanks, and left with him still ass up.

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

One of my favorites... My mother always said my heart was too big for my own good. She didn’t understand why I did so much volunteer work. I didn’t understand how other people didn't. While young women always want to work with kids, young men, I've found, have fewer volunteering opportunities, so when I found I enjoyed sharing time with the elderly, I stuck with it. When they didn’t get visitors often, I would come and spent a day with them. I always did stuff like that. When I read the advertisement from Mr. Johnson, a 62 year old who had AIDS and was looking for a gay friendly buddy, I didn’t think twice - I applied. Mr. Johnson was a real silver daddy with a friendly smile. “You don’t mind that I’m gay?” he asked me when we met. “ "No, of course not," I replied, "I’m also gay." Smiling, Mr. Johnson replied “Then it’s not awkward when I say you’re a handsome fellow.” We both laughed. There was a real click between us. Perhaps because we were both gay and knew the lifestyle and the prejudice... and the sex. Mr. Johnson said he was an avid barebacker back in the day, which was, of course, the reason he contracted HIV. He admitted that he didn’t stop having raw sex after he was tested positive. “Some men just don’t care” he explained, “they just want to enjoy. They want to feel the meat and not the rubber.” Then he asked if I had ever done it without a condom. “Yeah I have,” I admitted, “when I was a teenager and fooled around with boys of my own age I knew were disease free I didn’t bother, but when I grew older and met older guys I did start using condoms." I also had a steady boyfriend for a while who fucked me raw, but I never visited the sleazy places Mr. Johnson had frequented. He told me all about the crazy sex parties he attended, that he had tried watersports, fisting, s&m, several types of drugs. How he was a frequent visitor of baths and adult theaters. He didn’t have any regrets about his sex life, although he was sad it wasn’t as active as it used to be. Without shame he said how he bought gay porno mags and had several adult dvds, and on one occasion he asked “Want to see them?”, as if it was the most normal thing to show. I declined, not out of disinterest, but because it would be a little bit too awkward. Mr Johnson was a charming man and we hung out quite a lot. Instead of being just a buddy for him we were becoming real friends. Sometimes I did have the feeling Mr. Johnson was flirting with me. Whenever I went over i would fing gay magazines or dvds on the table or couch. He didn't even bother to hide them from me. Whenever we sat behind a computer I could see the tabs of pornsites like silverdaddies and barebackrt. The worst part was that it didn't bother me. I started to like this little game he was playing, mostly because I never met someone who was courting me like that. Never the less, I was quite aware Mr Johnson was growing increasingly bold in his attempts to woo me. I noticed his bulge more frequently in the shorts he wore, but especially when he wore sweatpants. The thin fabric showed clearly the outline of his cock and he probably didn't wear any underwear underneath them. I even suspected that he was deliberately trying to get a hard on before he opened the door to greet me. This was actually really inappropriate behavior, but it was effective. I always looked at his bulge and he knew it. Every now and then he reached for his crotch, to adjust the dick in his pants or give it another stroke to keep it hard. The scary thing was that I could't stop thinking about what he would come up with next. I imagined that one day I would come in his house, to find him masturbating in front of the TV or computer. Or how he wanted to go for a swim and decided to hop in the same changing room, because the others were already occupied. My cock would get hard thinking about how Mr. Johnson would seduce me and finally would show his cock. I wasn't even wondering if he would do it, I was already in the phase where I wanted him to show me. The night that changed everything started with supper at Mr. Johnson's place. After we were done he proposed to sit on the couch to watch some TV. So far he had behaved himself, but when I sat down the show began. "You know, I'm pretty sweaty, do you mind if I would take a shower?" he asked. I didn't mind at all and wondered what his plan was. Would he ask me to take a shower too? Would he ask me to join him? However Mr. Johnson never asked me to go upstairs with him. Instead, while he showered I watched TV. I noticed a gay dvd cover on the coffee table. A big blurb on the cover said 100% BAREBACK. I opened it and there wasn't a disc in it. My guess was that Mr Johnson was watching it or had watched it recently. When Mr Johnson came downstairs he was only wearing a bathrobe. "Do you mind if I wear these? I didn't want to dress again and it's a bit cooler" he reasoned. I didn't mind. I was waiting until his robe would 'accidently' fall open so I would be confronted by his cock. When Mr Johnson sat next to me my heart pounded in my chest. "What are you watching?" he asked. "Oh nothing, I was looking at something else and chanced to notice this dvd cover." "Ah you saw the cover. Yeah I was watching it, didn't finish it because... well, you know" he smiled. Yeah I knew what he meant, he was jerking off when watching and after he came he stopped the film. "It's all I can do these days" he said, "I mean I would rather do the real thing, but in my condition it's not so easy to find a partner." He was none to subtle: Mr. Johnson was reminding me (i) he had a condition, (ii) in fact he had AIDS, (iii) most people would find it difficult to simply be a friend to him, let alone having sex with him. Of course I felt some sympathy with his experience as an outcast. It seemed to me such a sweet man should be able to have sex like normal people do. "How's your love life?" he asked suddenly asked bluntly. "Well, to be honest I don't really have a love life" I admitted, "I spend most of my time on school and in the weekends I'm usually here." "And I appreciate that," Mr Johnson said, "I really do." When he said that he leaned over and gave me a warm kiss. He was a great kisser and unlike every other guys I've kissed he gave me lots of tongue and ample spit. Now, I am a 'closed-eyes-kisser', so I hadn't noticed that, while we were kissing, he had opened his bathrobe, but I understood as much when he guided my hand to his throbbing cock. When I felt the warm shaft I opened my eyes and finally saw the cock about which I had been fantasizing. Mr Johnson's dick was large and uncut and on the base of his cock was a big metal cock ring. His foreskin almost covered the head completely and was so tight you could see exactly the outline of his bulbous knob end. It made his dick look even more enormous. I began stroking his cock while still being French kissed. Mr Johnson reached under my shirt and started pinching my nipples. He wasn't really gentle about it and my nipples were soon sore. "Suck me" he whispered in my ear, "I want you to suck me." Silently, I bent over towards his dick. It was already leaking precum which I lapped up first, ignoring how noxious the contents was. I did my best to pull his foreskin back, to expose more of his purple knob. Taking his cock into my lips, I blew Mr. Johnson. While bobbing up and down I was thinking how nice it was of me to service his cock, to do this great sexual favor of an old man. I assumed it was a while since his last blowjob so I wanted to give him a good one. "Take of your clothes honey, let me eat your pussy," Mr. Johnson asked. Soon I was seated on the couch, my legs spread wide, while Mr Johnson was crouching between them to slobber all over my ass. His oral treatment of my rectum was a new experience for me. His tongue flicked between my crack and in my ass, making it slippery. Mr Johnson then replaced his soft tongue for one of his rugged fingers. It didn't feel nice at all, even a bit painful. Taking his hand in mine, I removed his finger from my ass and nodded at the silver daddy to make clear I didn't like it. "Just opening you up sweety" he explained, "but if you don't want it...." He didn't finish the sentence but placed his fucker against my pucker and pushed. "Mr Johnson!" I gasped, "we should't do this!" "Yes we do, yes we do. I want to fuck you, please let me fuck you," pleaded Mr Johnson. I wasn't complaining about getting shafted, but I didn't want to do it raw with someone who had AIDS! "You should use a condom" I warned, but Mr Johnson had his reply ready: "I haven't fucked in ages, I don't have condoms honey. This might be my last fuck, and I don't want it spoiled by rubbers. Please let me feel your warm hole, enjoy a hole the natural way, the way it's supposed to be enjoyed. You want to support me don't you?" All kinds of thoughts were racing trough my mind. Would I deny this man's last sexual request? Would denying him this pleasure mean I was a bad buddy? What would be the risk of contracting HIV with a one time raw buggering? Mr Johnson saw me think and he used the time to keep dicking me. His huge knob was teasing my sphincter, making it open a bit more every time it slid past. The wonderful feeling of his tool invading my bowels distracted me from thinking clear. Even tough it were only a few seconds since Mr Johnson gave his plea, it felt like minutes, it felt like I didn't have to answer anymore, my silence was consent. The cold metal of his cock ring touched my butt. "Thank you, son," Mr Johnson said, not expecting an answer anymore, "I appreciate this and I'm going to make it good for you too." He leaned towards my face again and kissed me, this time not with lust but with passion. I wrapped my arms around him and whispered "Fuck me, give me your last load." Mr Johnson gloated and started to pick up the pace. He had finally received permission to once again bareback a young hole. Mr Johnson was grunting as he was plowing my ass, holding my legs by the ankles to keep them apart. So many things were new for me this night: the kissing, the rimming, the age of my lover was almost three times as much as my normal sex partners, the position, the location (before this I only had sex in my bedroom). Suddenly Mr Johnson withdrew his fuck meat, leaving my hole gasping to be filled again. "Turn around" was the command and I obliged. With my ass in the air facing him, Mr Johnson spat a bit above my gaping rectum and used two fingers to rub it over my poop chute. He crammed his saliva coated fingers in my tender ass, I groaned. Like the first time he stuck a digit in me it hurt. I once again had to grasp his hand to push it away. My ass didn't feel as lubricated as after the intense rim job he gave me earlier and when I got penetrated again it just didn't feel as nice. "We need more lube" I said and the old man pulled some lube from the pocket of his robe. Guess he was better prepared than I thought. He squirted a copious amount of lubrication between my crack, which felt very cold but when his shaft forced it's way trough my rosebud my bowels were burning. My elderly fucker was really slamming my ass now, giving everything he got. I was really enjoying it even more when it got verbal. "I love fucking your ass son, I never thought I would that's why it's so special. You like me pounding you ass?" "Uh hu", I grunted. "You've been eyeing my bulge for so long now. I swear I sometimes saw you drool when you saw it. This is what you always wanted eh, my dirty shitstabber in your shitsocket. I'm going to cum soon, I'm going to give you some aidsbabies." "Don't say that" I snapped, "don't say those things" My mind already was screaming 'THIS MAN HAS AIDS! STOP NOW!' I didn't need him reminding me, almost humiliating me with the fact I let this sick man fuck me raw. "Cum on my back, I don't want you to cum inside me." "Too late honey, I'm cumming, I'm cumming." With one last thrust Mr. Johnson unloaded his lethal spooge in my healthy ass. He was panting after he bred me "That was great honey" he said while kissing my back, "Did you enjoy it too?" "Yeah I guess" I replied. "You don't know for sure?" Mr Johnson asked. I really didn't. While the fuck itself was wonderful, the toxic breeding he gave me wasn't. He finally withdrew from my ass and replaced it with something else. "What are you doing?" I asked. "I'm plugging your hole honey." was the answer I got, like it was the most normal thing to do. "With what?" "It's just a buttplug." "But why?" Up until that point I had never used a buttplug before, "please get it out." The old bastard must have planned this from the beginning, no way he just happened to have a buttplug in one of his pockets. "I want to use my cum for lube for our next fuck." "What are you talking about?" The old man replied "It's already late, I thought you could spent the night and have a quick fuck before we slept. I want to make it good for you too and since you wasn't satisfied by this one. Maybe the bedroom is a better place for making love." I'm not sure how he convinced me but I did spent the night with him. We did fuck before we slept and again he bred me. He wanted me to wear his butt plug for the entire night, but I objected. The next morning I wanted to leave early but Mr Johnson acted like a lovesick puppy, wanting to shower with me (which he did and at which time he ass fucked me again), wanting me to have breakfast with him (which I did while I had to sit on his cock), wanting me to stay with him for another day, having sex all the time. I was a bit taken back with his sudden change in attitude. I can't deny I really liked hanging out with him and maybe have some sort of feelings for him (otherwise I would've never let him fuck me), but I wasn't in love. Mr Johnson on the other hand really seemed to have butterflies in his stomach. I didn't know how to say to him I didn't have the same feelings for him, so I wanted to leave as soon as possible. Besides my ass was really sore of all the butt sex I received in the past hours. Around noon I finally went home, leaving Mr Johnson behind with the idea we were real lovers. I didn't have contact with Mr Johnson for some time. The sex had changed our relationship. For me it was just a one-off (well actually four-off) thing, but I didn't know if Mr Johnson thought the same. It surprised me that he didn't bother to contact me as well, especially considering his clingy behaviour the last time I saw him. When my ass developed a rash I went to a clinic. Of course they asked me if I had unsafe sex recently and with a tremble in my voice I said yes. The doctor advised me to take an HIV test. I called Mr Johnson to tell him about my visit to the clinic. He asked me if I blamed him. I said I didn't and that it was a conscious decision to sleep with him (even though I did ask him not to cum inside me). He never said he was sorry for my situation and after the phone call we never met again. Every time I asked if he wanted to meet he was busy or not feeling well. The man who once was looking for a buddy and who loved my companion didn't need me anymore. Being optimistic I thought he did feel guilty about my situation and didn't want to confront me. A few months later I got the terrible news I was positive. I was advised to notify my last sex partner. "My last sex partner had AIDS when we got together," I replied softly. The doctor was surprised to hear I slept with a man with AIDS, and, clearly confronted with an unusual situation, asked "Did you know he had AIDS, and if so, why did you engage in unprotected sex? There's no obligation to answer, of course, but I'd be interested to know if you've participated in some sort of underground sex group." The doctor also mentioned he met several other boys in the past few months who all contracted HIV from sleeping with a man with AIDS and wondered if it was connected. I explained I wasn't part of a group or a chaser and that the man who gifted me was a nice man. "Nice men don't give other men HIV" the doctor replied stoically. When I left the clinic I wondered if Mr Johnson had set me up, if he played some twisted game to give me this horrible disease. I got the answer a few days later when I stumbled upon an ad: "Elderly man with AIDS is looking for gay friendly buddy."

Love the detailed description of the sounding - it was almost like being on the receiving end, very exciting ! Cannot wait to read how the party progesses ( and if Chris's conditioning works ?).

The desire was always there but after climaxing unless if I did it immediately the craving would quickly pass. Talking a couple of seconds tops. But it is something you just have to set your mind to do it no matter what and power thru. Then it becomes habit and something you don't even have to think about anymore. You just do it. Enjoy it. Repeat as needed ???

For me it's definitely Berlin - it's a fascinating city and I love it - I can walk around it for hours. The sex is amazing - rarely see condoms being used in the clubs and cruising grounds and I've shot my load up quite a few fit young guys there. Even though I'm more of a top, there's something about Berlin that just makes me want to drop my pants, bend over and take as many loads up my arse as I can.

I got up late this morning to a text from one of my regulars who needs release. Told him to come over and I would take care of him. I startedsucking him deep down my throat and he came quickly. He was disappointed but I kept him in my mouth. He was hard again in a fee minutes. I worshiped his BBC for a while (not long enough) and he came again. Not showing any mercy, I got him hard again and was rewarded with a third load. Quite the high protein breakfast. Anyone else wake up to such generosity from a trick?

Pito Savage can own me anytime

4 loads so far today... first was in the park walking to train- station random guy loads me up bent over a tree branch... next two students on my lunch break both fucked me full of their hot cum one after the other the second one took my load raw too :-). Then one guy at the train station on the way hot higher in tiny shorts found on Grindr told me to get in cubical leave door open and have ass out ready to slide in to... so now have four loads leaking out my ass and hunting for a couple more before bed.

PART TWO "Hahaha, sounds fun Gramps. Just don't strap me in too securely!" As an experienced user, I was well aware of how to make it seem the restraints were only lightly tied but they'd hold the guy firmly in place. "Now how does that feel?" "Yeah, I think I get the idea of it. Wow, it feels pretty amazing from here but I bet it's better at your end! You kinda feel pretty exposed" Looking closer at his sweaty ass in his short shorts, I couldn't believe it - he wasn't wearing briefs! I could see him struggling to get out, just as I thought (& planned) he had no chance at all. "Did you need a hand there?" "Yeah, I can't seem to get out! Maybe if I hold onto you to get a bit more leverage..." Saying that, he put his arms around my neck to try & pull himself out. Of course, that only resulted in the sling starting to rock and bringing me closer, my cock almost resting against him. I could see that his attempts to pull himself out of the sling had actually meant his shorts had slipped further down, almost exposing his hole! "God Gramps, imagine if someone saw us now, what would we say?" "Well it's a damn god thing the door's locked," I replied. "No-one's gonna be surprising us that's for sure." Well, aside from the surprise I had in store for my grandson at least! As his attention was diverted looking over at the door, I was able to slide his shorts down a little further, finally exposing his sweaty hole. In the same motion, I pulled down my shorts, releasing my rock hard cock. That's what years of experience gets you! He swung back towards me, unaware of what was waiting for him. As he rolled back, my cock rested between his cheeks, poking at his hole. "Shit Gramps, what's going on?!?!" "Oh sorry buddy," I replied. "I guess seeing someone in the sling just brought back old memories and feelings and I couldn't help myself. You know what it's like getting flashbacks I'm sure." I looked down, pretending to be ashamed but in actual fact seeing how close I was to being inside his hole. "I know, Mom said you're still upset about Grandma. You still think about her don't you?" "I guess, I just get so lonely sometimes." I looked up at him, trying to get my eyes all misty, it wasn't the only thing I wanted wet though! "If you wanted to you could help me by....no you couldn't" "What Grandpa?" He asked innocently, leaning towards me, meaning my cock was just a little bit closer. "Would it be alright if I had sex with you? I know you're straight (I WAS CAREFUL WITH MY WORDING!!) and that you're my grandson but it'd make me so happy." "Of course Gramps, I'd do anything to make you happy. No-one's gonna come in and surprise us are they?" "No, not with the garage locked." I'd made VERY sure of that! "Well, I can't believe I'm saying this Gramps, but sure. You'll be gentle won't you?" "Tell you what, you tell me how I'm doing and I'll follow your lead OK? I've got some stuff in the house that'll make it easier for you if you want?" The poor kid nodded back to me, if only he knew what was coming. "OK boy, I'll go & get it. Don't go anywhere OK?" I figured a bit of humour would relax the kids nerves. "As if I could!" he laughed back. I tried to hide my aching hard-on as I ran inside to fetch my supplies. END OF PART TWO

I have quite limited experience with chastity (that is, using a chastity device on a bottom - I'm a top, as my moniker indicates). However, recently I had an experience that turned me on to chastity, to the point where it's become a fetish for me. I did a hookup with a visitor in his hotel room here in NYC. He was wearing a chastity device throughout. I can't begin to describe how good he was as a bottom - extremely hungry, attentive, affectionate. He was very verbal and horny to the point where he seemed, at least for that moment, to live for cock. At the same time, he was very affectionate in a way that I love (kissed me a lot, caressed my balls while I fucked him, tenderly cleaned my cock after I'd dumped my load). I wanted to fuck him again but he flew out the next morning. I don't have his contact information, but I've been thinking about him all the time. For some reason, it was such a turnon to me that he would use a chastity device to give himself so completely to me. Of course, I have nothing to compare with, so I don't know if it was just that he was such a beautiful guy and great sex partner but I know the chastity device enhanced the experience for me at a mental level at least. For a while I I've tried to find bottoms who are specifically into chastity but they seem surprisingly rare. So my question for bottoms here is: if a top asked you to strap on a chastity device before sex, would you refuse him, would you reluctantly go along with it, or is this something that could enhance the experience for you as well?

[DO NOT do this at home. It's rape, it's illegal, it's wrong...] Douglas was a walking, talking wet dream. He was 5-11, 160, had short brown hair, and the sexiest brown eyes you've ever seen. He was all toned muscle. No fat on that boy. His shoulders, chest, and abs were the envy of many dudes. He had been on the basketball, swimming, and wrestling teams all four years in high school, and had lettered in all three. He was every girl's dream date and more than one guy's fuck dream. Doug had no idea how sexy he was. He was completely naïve and oblivious. He had dated only a few girls and never had a serious relationship. He rarely went to parties, and, except for the communion wine, avoided alcohol. His Dad was the pastor of a large nondenominational church in Albuquerque; and ever since he could remember, Doug had wanted to follow him into the ministry. He was 19, and had just finished his freshman year at Liberty University, a Christian college in Virginia. On the long trek back to New Mexico, just this side of Amarillo, his Explorer started acting up. He pulled off the highway onto a deserted service road. Poor Doug had one other deficiency—he knew nothing about cars. He was staring vacuously at the steaming engine when a van pulled along side. Horny Chris stared at the Boy for a few moments. Doug was wearing a white tee and tight, faded Levis that highlighted his perfect Bubble Butt. Chris saw the bumper sticker: Liberty University. 'Mmmmmm. Oh my God! A good Christian boy!' Chris was somewhat of a Twink himself. He was 24, and about Doug's height and build, but had blonde hair. Oh, yeah, and Chris was opportunistic, unscrupulous, Gay and POZ. He'd been infected during a night of wild whoring at the Midtown Spa in Dallas, and felt duty bound to induct whomever into the Gay STD Hall of Shame. And he had a special weakness for pretty, young, religious boys like Doug. He glanced in the back of the Explorer and saw that it was filled with luggage. Looked like the Kid was headed home for the summer. "Car trouble?" Chris inquired. "Yeah," Doug acknowledged. "It's stallin' out and overheatin'. I tried to call the Triple-A, but my cell phone doesn't work out here." "Mind if I take a look?" "Sure," Doug said. "Help yourself." "Name's Chris," the newcomer introduced himself. "I'm Doug. Glad to meet you." Chris gave the engine a once-over. "Looks like your radiator fluid's low. It's overheated. You need to let her cool down a bit—then fill her up. I've got some water in the van." "Good," said Doug, reaching for the radiator cap. "No!" cried Chris, pulling Doug's arm back. "You could burn yourself! Give it time to cool down." Doug nodded, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Thanks, but I don't want to inconvenience you." "I'm sure you'd do the same for me." A broad grin crossed Dougie's face. "So, you go to Liberty University?" "Yeah, you heard of it?" "My cousin went there a few years ago." The so-called cousin had flunked out. "I'm studying to be a minister. My dad has a church in Albuquerque." Doug was clearly excited about his calling, while Chris's mind was already in the gutter. "Wanna join me in the van while we're waitin? Cooler in there." "Love to!" the Boy agreed. Chris smiled at the Kid's enthusiasm and wondered if the Punk would still "love to" later on. He rummaged in the back and returned with a couple open Cokes. "Thanks," Doug said, gulping down the brew. "Oh man, that tastes good. I didn't realize how thirsty I was." He took one swig and then another. Within a minute the soft drink was gone. "Whoa!" Doug exclaimed. "I think I got too much sun out there. My head is spinning." "You all right?" Chris sounded concerned. "Wanna lie back? The seat reclines." "Yeah, thanks." Doug pressed a button that eased back the seat. His eyes were drooping, and his speech was slurred. He had no clue that Chris had spiked his Coke with GHB. "Hey man, you okay?" Chris sounded far away. Doug's head was swimming. He felt dizzy. His eyes were heavy, and he had no inclination to reply. "Here, let me help you into the back so you can lie down," Chris offered, dragging the drugged young man out of his seat. Overtaxed from all the dead weight, Chris positioned the insensate Youth on an air mattress with pillows to prop him up. He busied himself setting up a video cam while Douglas flaked in cuckoo land. With preparations well in hand, Chris turned to court the oblivious Young Man. He unzipped his fly and hauled out his 8 inches. "Hey, buddy, wanna protein shake?" He ran his Dick back and forth across Doug's handsome face and over his lips, leaving a trail of Precum glistening on his new Boyfriend’s face. "Nnnnnn... " Doug moaned, barely cognizant of what was up. Chris slipped his index finger in the Young Man’s mouth, prying his jaw open, and slid his fat, dripping Cock into the dazed Stud's mouth. With one hand on the back of Dougie's head, he began to fuck his Playmate's face. The Kid had no conception what was going down. Chris pulled his Dick from Dougie's throat, reached in his gym bag, and pulled out his Poppers. He held the bottle to the Youth's nose. "Come on," Chris coaxed. "Take a nice deep breath." The Teen inhaled, and his body shuddered. Bingo! Chris quickly switched the bottle to the other nostril and instructed Doug to sniff again. The high-as-a-kite Youngster did as he was told, and was soon floating on Cloud Nine. A low guttural moan escaped his lips. For good measure, Chris administered a couple more hits. Then he took his own half-empty can of Coke, and topped it off with whisky. He placed it to the Young Man's lips and made the young Teetotaler imbibe. Doug reflexively tried to spit it out, but Chris forced him to swallow. Having rarely consumed alcohol before, in congress with the Poppers and GHB, the Boy was totally fucked up. Chris shoved his Cock back down Dougie's throat, grabbed his ears, and began to fuck his face in earnest. When he felt his Balls begin to boil, he pulled out, jerked a few more times, and spewed his Noxious Load right onto Dougie's pretty face. Seven spurts hit Doug dead on. There was Jizz in his hair, his eyes, and on his lips and chin. Some dribbled down his tee. Chris scooped up some of the Toxic Spooge, and, with his nails, dug it into Dougie's inner cheeks and gums. "Be a good boy and take your medicine. Daddy wants so to give you AIDS." Chris slid Doug down till he lay prone and quickly re-aimed the video cam. He pulled off the Young Hunk's tee and marveled at the smooth chest, pointy Nips, and chiseled Abs. He leaned down and sucked and bit the manly Tits, nibbling at them real good. "Unhhhhh... Ooooohhh... Mmmmmm..." the inebriated Freshman moaned. Chris watched the Stud's Cock-Bulge balloon. "Oh yeah, I bet you're still a Virgin." Tweaking and twisting his Victim's Nips, he blew in his ear and licked his lobes. "Oooooh.......Noooooo...." Doug moaned, half conscious of the stimuli and how his body was responding. He may have been thinking no, but his tumescent Shaft sure as hell was nodding yes! Chris frenched him and kept up the titty torture. Within seconds Doug began to kiss him back. Oh yeah...a guy's a guy and a mouth's a mouth—Gay or Straight—it doesn't matter. Chris played tonsil-hockey with his Drugged-Up Play Thing a few more minutes. He traced his finger across the Student's lips, down to the waistband of his jeans. He tongued Doug's belly button and once again nibbled on those perky, pouty Nips. "Ahhhhhh!" Doug gasped, trying to push Chris away; but the besotted Youth was too far gone, and Chris had no trouble pinning him. He grabbed a rope from his gym bag, tied Doug's wrists above his head, then continued torturing the Cunt. He unbuttoned the Boy's jeans and slid the zipper down. Poor Dougie’s Cock was well-endowed but under-nourished, and the Kid's hard Rod jumped appreciatively as Chris slobbered on his Cock and Balls. Chris lifted Dougie's Ass and stripped his jeans completely off. Doug's legs were tanned and muscular, with a light smattering of hair. He fingered the Boy's quivering Pussy and felt it spasm beneath his touch. The Youth was totally at his mercy, his body screaming FUCK ME!—or so it seemed. With the video cam already catching every nuance of the Boy's enthrallment, Chris grabbed a digital camera and began to shoot pic after pic of the naked, aroused Nymph. Besides the carnal pleasure, Chris stood to make a few bucks off the Kid. He'd knew exactly which web sites to post the Teasers on. And the video—wow! He could make a mint off of that—once guys realized it wasn't fake. After taking several Polaroids specifically meant for DEO—Doug's Eyes Only (for Chris was fond of acronyms), he ran his hands over the dazed Teen's chiseled Bod, twisting his Nips and engulfing the Young Twink's out-of-control Joystick in the warm, wet recesses of his mouth and throat. Shit! The Kid's Precum was so saccharin and crystal clear. He couldn't wait to contaminate it with his own POZ Spooge. For on more than one occasion Chris had used the BUG to bond with another man, and Doug was just the latest to fall victim to his wiles. He placed Doug's legs on his broad shoulders and lifted his sweet, tight Target off the mattress. He slid his index finger up the Virgin Pussy and wiggled it against his Prostate. The Man Child began to buck and moan. He gave the Kid another hit of Poppers and another shot of booze. It was time to teach the Preacher's Son a lesson. Shucking off his own jeans and briefs, Chris lubed up his Dick with Jizm from the Christian's Cummy Face AND RAMMED IT UP THE VIRGIN'S ASS. Doug screamed in pain as Chris reamed his nigh unlubricated Chute. Chris fed the Youth more Poppers, which he readily accepted—perhaps because, subconsciously, he knew they helped. Chris continued to fuck Doug for the next half hour, grinding his own POZ SPOOGE into the Innocent's Ass Walls. The Kid got fucked till his abraded Sphincter was caked with Cum and Blood and Stools. In a single afternoon the straight-laced Christian Fundamentalist had been transformed into a wretched Faggot Cum Dump. The sun was setting, and Chris dragged the Youth, clad only in his birthday suit, over to his SUV, and dumped him in. He stashed two plastic gallon jugs beside the wheel well, along with an envelope containing a few choice Polaroids and a note warning that if he discussed their little affaire de coeur with anyone, he'd be the next Gay Poster Boy. Yeah—like Chris wasn't already intending to cash in; but he figured Doug would be so ashamed, he'd never tell a soul. Chris looked down at the somnolent, defiled Youth stretched across the bench seat of the SUV. It gets cool in the desert after dark, and the falling temp would wake the Young Man up for sure. He wondered, now that Doug had had his first exposure to Gay Sex, the only sex he'd ever known, if he'd cum back for more. And then there was the matter of his Special Seed. Had Chris succeeded in breeding the Boy? Alas, he'd never know. The fading roar of Chris's engine caused the inebriated Youth to stir. His eyes fluttered, blinded by the brilliant oranges of the setting desert sun. His head ached so bad. So did his Ass. He fell back asleep and dreamt erotic fantasies about some guy named Chris.

Pete (BF) and I went to a BB party last night. Lots of favors. Lots of muscleboys. Not enough tops.... Anyway, when we left this morning, the host handed us three bags of T - said he wanted it out of his house. So....Pete and I stretched the party on through the afternoon - smokin' a little - playin' a little. Finally, about six o'clock, Pete said, "Ya know, we're both clean, we're both fuckin' high.............tubs?" "You're readin' my mind, fucker!" I grinned. It didn't take us thirty minutes before we had our bags packed, and were in the truck headed to Midtowne. While Pete drove, I got on the cell phone and called the bathhouse. Jimmy was workin' the front desk (thank God!) "Hey Jimmy. Pete an' I are headed down there. Anybody in the Mirror Room?" I asked. "Not right now," he answered. "I can hold it for 15 minutes." "Great!" I answered. "We'll be there in ten. We shouldn't have worried - the parking lot was practically empty. But it was just 7 pm. We grabbed our two duffle bags - toys, leather, lube, favors and a small DVD player, and headed in to the nondescript three story building. "Damn! You must've been right around the corner," Jimmy said, when we walked up to the check-in window. "Never hurts to ask for our favorite room," I grinned, trying not to grind my jaws and show how spun I was. Pete slid his ID, membership card and cash through the small passthrough under the window. Jimmy buzzed him through the door and handed him a key and towel. I followed next, getting the obligatory locker (which I wouldn't use) and Jimmy buzzed me through, too. "Have fun guys," Jimmy winked, giving us a knowing smile. We'd played with him in the past, and he could get into some kinky shit! AND he has a HUGE cock!!! We briefly checked out the downstairs hot tub and shower (both empty) before hiking up to the third floor where our room was. The Mirrored Room is exactly that - floor-to-ceiling mirrors on all four walls, and covering the ceiling. I don't think they're real glass mirrors. Probably some kind of reflective plastic sheets. But the effect is really good! It's also a double room, so you get a larger bed and more room to play Pete hooked up the DVD player, while I covered the cheap foam mattress with our black rubber sheet and laid out our toys and leather. "Ya think any of the guys from the party will be here?" I asked Pete while massaging his broad shoulders. "Mmmm - I could hope that hot muscleboy Trey would show up!" he grinned. "I'd love to feel that cock in me again - and I bet he'd be hot in leather!" "Yeah, he was hot - and what about that black guy from Houston - Tristan, I think his name was? Nice big, uncut cock!" I added. "Or, we could be stuck with each other," he said, swiveling around and grabbing my crotch while biting one of nipples through my ribbed tank top. "Mmmmm - I'd be okay with that," I replied, grabbing the back of his head and pressing it to my chest. "Fuck, you're hot!" Pete said smiling. "No - you're hot!" I countered. He gave me that same devilish grin that he did when we met at the baths 20 years ago. I'm so lucky to be married to such a hot man who's as much of a pig as I am, and who enjoys as much anonymous sex. As long as we end up going home together.... "Load up that pipe, and let's get started!" Pete finally said, breaking our embrace. I separated the three bags of crystal that we got at the party - hid two in our duffle and opened one. "This was some good shit that Marty had," I said, scooping out a medium-sized shard and dropping it in the glass pipe. "Yeah, we need to find out who he's buyin' from. I wanna get some more. Whole lot better than that crap Billy sold us over at Club Dallas," Pete answered. "Turn up the volume," I asked Pete. I wanted something to cover the sound of the hissing that our torch made when firing up the pipe. Soon, the moans of Drew Peters being fucked and fisted by Lito Cruz were filling the room, and I started the torch. It didn't take long before the shard liquefied and thick white smoke started to flow up the glass tube. I took the first hit - held it - then shotgunned it into Pete's lungs. I love this part - feeling his stubbled chin against mine - his warm lips - his thick muscular tingue - - - and we're getting fucking high!!! Makes me feels so good and dirty! Pete took the pipe and fired it up again, taking a long, deep hit - and then covering my mouth with his while I inhaled his chembreath. We both laid back on the bed, gazing at our reflection on the ceiling - waiting for the meth to hit. "I'm gonna go check my hole," Pete said, sitting up and digging through our duffle for the douche bulb. He stripped off his tank and jeans, grabbed the bathhouse issue towel and headed to the shower. While he was gone, I stripped myself, did a couple dozen pushups on the sticky floor (gotta have pumped pecs), and snorted some crushed tina (I still love the old school method and the burn in my nose). To be fair, I laid out a line for Pete for when he got back. I heard the key in the lock, and Pete walked in. "Well? Were you clean?" I asked. "Yeah - perfectly clear. But you know, I always have to check," he raised an eyebrow, signaling his obsession with having a clean fuckhole. "Do a line. You'll feel better," I smiled, pointing to the line of meth on the small travel mirror. He smiled and kissed me. "And that's why I love you," he said, taking the silver straw and snorting the white powder up his nostrils. I took the douche bulb and a towel and headed down the hall for my own cleanout. As expected, my cleanout was just like Pete's. We hadn't eaten anything for 24 hours before the party, because we wanted to be clean AND we wanted the drugs to have maximum effect. And since we never really stopped parTying, we still hadn't eaten anything - just lots of water. Neither of us are into scat, so a clean hole is at the top of our playlist....along with meth. Coming back to the room, I saw a tall, muscular guy standing at the end of our hallway. He was a regular at the baths, but we'd never played with him. He had the musclebear look, but I had no idea what he was into. He could've been a cop for all I knew. He nodded and I nodded back. When I got to our room, I had to knock - Pete still had the key. I stood there for what seemed eternity, my towel over my shoulder and the douche bulb in clear sight. Musclebear clearly knew where I'd been and what I'd been doing - - - fuck! what do I care? in fact, I probably WANT him to know that my ass is clean and ready to fuck! Jeez! I way overthink things sometimes.... Pete finally opened the door and I went in. But....thanks to thinking past my embarrassment, I left the door open, and went about my business in the room. Musclebear did walk by - slowing down to take a look, and saw that there were two hot guys in the room! Pete had already put on his leather harness and armbands and was working on getting a leather ballstretcher around his tweaked balls. I figured if Musclebear was interested, he'd seen enough to know what we were into (except the meth). "Mmmm - he looked hot," Pete said. "Yeah, we've seen him before. Don't know what he's into," I answered. "He can be IN me!" Pete joked. "Pig!" I added. "Slut!" he slung back. We both laughed. "Bump?" I asked, waving the baggy in front of Pete's eyes. "You need to ask?" he said, with a raised eyebrow. I licked my index finger and stuck it in the baggy - covered it in crystal. "Show me that hole, babe," I said, holding my hand steady so as not to lose any "product." He got on his hands and knees and reached back to spread his beautiful, muscled ass cheeks. His hole was already puckered from the workout it had gotten at the party the night before. He was teasing me by pushing it out and showing a beginning rosebud. "Hold it open, or I'll spill," I instructed. When it was open, I slid my finger in deep and rotated, wiping the drug on the lining of his rectum. "Fucckkkkkkkkkk!" Pete moaned - not in pain, but in the knowing pleasure that this was going to send him higher. He rolled over on his back and stretched his legs out before sitting up on the edge of the bed. "Okay - now you," he said, taking the baggy away from me. I lay on my back and locked my arms behind my knees, forcing my legs back and my ass up. "Fuck! I never get tired of your hole!" Pete said grinning. I pushed my hole out in response. "Ooooh - hungry, aren't we?" he said, licking his finger, dipping it in the bag and depositing a heft dose of meth in my fuck chute. I welcomed the burn, and the knowledge of the high that would soon come. "Do you think we party too much?" I asked. Pete wrinkled his brow in fake thought. "Not if you like the best, nastiest, longest, kinkiest sex ever," he finally answered. I slid my black leather harness over my head and adjusted the snaps for a tight fit. The workouts at the gym had paid off and the harness really showed off the work on my shoulders and chest. "Now I know why you like the Mirrored Room," Pete said, catching me admiring my reflection. "You know how gays are - it's all about the first impression," I replied. "Don't worry, babe. You look fuckin' hot!" Pete answered. For two daddy-types in our fifties, we both looked damn good. Our only downside was that we were all too often mistaken for tops! Don't get me wrong - we'll breed an ass if it gets one of our cocks hard - but both of us really prefer getting fucked. I slipped on a red cotton jock and my leather biker's cap, while Pete squeezed into a pair of rubber shorts with a codpiece. "Time to take a cruise around the place?" I said, lighting a cigarette and offering one to Pete. "Yeah - hope this wasn't a waste of time," he answered. He grabbed the key and put the elastic band around his wrist and we headed out. The 3rd floor was pretty dead - a few doors open, but the guys inside appeared to be asleep. No sign or Musclebear. There was an AIDS-wasted daddy in the black light room dildo-fucking his hole. He might be fun for later. We headed down the stairs to the 2nd floor. A few more doors were open, but still no action - or at least the kind of action we were looking for. We headed into the maze (in a far corner of the 2nd floor). It was pretty quiet - usually if it's active, you can hear moans and gags and sucking sounds. We made it all the way through without getting groped (kind of disappointing), and I sat down on one of the benches to watch the porn on the TV hanging from the ceiling. Pete kept walking - I figured he was gonna check out the lockers and the hot tub/ communal shower on the 1st floor. I was kinda gooning out to the vanilla porn on the TV when I noticed some movement to my right. There are gloryholes placed throughout the maze, and there happened to be one next to the bench I was sitting on. A nice-sized cock was hanging within reach! It wasn't hard, but it was nice and thick. I shifted slightly on the bench so that I was facing the gloryhole, and gently cupped my hands under the shaved balls. I heard a low moan from the other side of the plywood wall, and circled my thumb and index finger around the cock and balls like a cockring. More moaning. Now normally, cocksucking is low on my list of sexual desires - but for some reason, meth turns me on to it. Without hesitation, I swallowed the whole thing in my mouth and began to suck like crazy. The cock jumped back a little at first, but I still had a firm hold with my right hand. Within seconds, the piece of dickmeat started to fill with blood and harden! I continued to suck and slurp and swallow - and be the noisy cocksucker methpig that I am. I'm sure anyone within earshot heard what was going on. I bet it wasn't two minutes before I heard a voice on the other side of the wall mumble "Gonna cum!" Then I felt the hot bullets hitting the roof of my mouth and back of my throat - and then the salty sweet taste of cum. He shot a HUGE load! When I came off the cock for air, he was still shooting, and I got a nice glob in my goatee. For awhile, all I could hear was panting on the other side, as the cock slowly softened. Finally, I released my hold, and the guy backed away from the hole. He could have easily come around the corner to me, but he went the other direction and out the door. I caught a glimpse of him as he left - a tall older guy who had felched several loads of cum out of my ass on a previous visit. He was really pretty hot, but I guess because of his age, he didn't get a lot of action. (That's one thing I don't like about the gay lifestyle - we're all gonna get old, and we all still want sex. So be kind to your elders!) I met Pete coming up the stairs from the 1st floor. "Gotta little cum in your beard buddy!" he said, leaning in and trying to lick off the splatter. I deep tongue kissed him so he could taste the cum in my mouth. "Mmmmm - - - tastes like you've been busy," he grinned. "Gotta take your loads when and where you can," I answered. "Find any hotties around?" I asked. "Nah - coupla cute twinks in the hot tub, but that's it - but it's only 8:30 - still pretty early," he replied. "I need another smoke," I said. "Pipe or cigarette?" he asked. "Both!"

1. Clint Of course, I woke up early. Far too early; when I looked at my phone, it said 4:30 in the morning. I had tried to stay up as late as I could the night before, but finally crashed around nine. I hated jet lag. Being in a new and unfamiliar setting didn't help it at all. I turned on the light by my bed, and looked around my dorm room. It was very spartan; I hadn't been able to bring much more than the essentials on the long flight here. And, of course, in my case, the essentials had to include an entire bag of photography equipment. That was my carry-on. I had enough experience with jet lag to know that I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep after waking up like this. I had expected that. Last night I had looked at the campus gym's schedule. It would be open in thirty minutes, so I put on a pair of shorts and t-shirt. I also packed some regular clothes and some shampoo. Even early, the California morning was warm enough that I didn't need a jacket on the short walk to the gym. I got there right as it opened. I was the first person on the treadmill, but as I did my sprints, more people started to filter in. They all looked like faculty and staff, doing their work out before they started their workday. It was far too early for students to be here. Right around six, I finished my workout right, and went back to the locker room. It was still deserted. I stripped off my clothes, and found the steam room. I wanted to relax after the hard run. I sat down on the top bench and then let my eyes adjust to the dim light and thick steam. It took me several seconds to realize that there was another person in the steam room. He was sitting in the far corner on the lower bench. "Morning," he said. What little I could see through the dense steam was that he was a big man with a deep voice. "Morning," I replied. "Good workout?" "Yeah, man. Like to get here before it's too busy. Of course, all the students will get here today and tomorrow. Then it'll be packed" "Yeah, I got here yesterday afternoon." "You're a student?" he asked. "Yeah, freshman." "Damn. Don't usually see you guys here this early. Specially the freshmen." I inched a bit closer, trying to get a better view of the mystery man. Then, I realized that he was black. Although big, he looked like he was solid muscle. "I live in the Middle East," I said. "Still dealing with jet lag." "Must have been a long trip," he said. "24 hours, in total." "Fuck man, that's not long, that's endless. I'm Eli," he said. He stood up to shake my hand. He was naked. He had taken off his towel and had been sitting on it. "Clint," I said. I got off the bench and took his hand. I barely came up to his head, and seemingly no part of him was small: his hand engulfed mine. The rough skin of his palm spoke of a life of real work, not typing at a desk. Closer to him, I could see the dreadlocks hanging down his back, and how very muscular his body was. He spent plenty of time taking care of his body. My eyes drifted downward, across his broad chest and his washboard abs. There was a bit of hair on his abs, some of it grey. He was older than I had first thought. The trail of hair pulled my gaze down further, where I was almost afraid to look. I nearly gasped when I saw the size of his cock. I knew that black men were supposed to be well endowed, but he had the biggest dick I had ever seen, in real life or even in my forays with online porn. Fat, long, and thick, it hung like a sleeping python between his legs. He noticed me staring. "Like what you see?" he asked. I swallowed, and then realized I was no longer in Kuwait. I was in California. What I had fought to suppress for so many years suddenly no longer mattered. "It's impressive," I said, not knowing what else to say. He still had my hand in his, and he guided it down to his cock. My stomach did a flip: it was equal measures of excitement and fear. "Go ahead," he said. I let go of his hand, and wrapped my hand around his cock. I had touched another man's cock only a few times before, childish explorations over brief trips back to the US. I knew enough never to let on what had happened when I got back to the Middle East. But now, in college, in the US, everything was different. His thick shaft more than filled my hand and it was heavy, warm, and alive. As I ran my hand along it, his cock twitched, getting harder. My own dick was rapidly hardening as well, already straining against the towel I had wrapped around my waist. I returned to the head of his dick; it was now swollen and hard. "First time?" Eli asked. "Uh, yeah. Sort of," I said. "Don't worry, it's alright. You have to start somewhere." He put his arm around me, drawing me closer to him. His arm was muscular and heavy on my shoulder, and even in the heat of the steam room, I could feel the warmth of his body. "Of course, mine's not an easy one to start with. But I'm sure you'll do fine." With his other arm, Eli reached down and undid the knot on my towel. It dropped to the floor, leaving me naked and painfully erect. "Don't worry. No one will disturb us here," he continued. "Or, if they do, we'll be giving them quite the show, huh?" He tossed his head, getting a stray dread back over his shoulder. He had a closely trimmed goatee, black hair, also with a few strands of grey. It was hard for me to tell how old he was; when I first saw him, I thought he might be in his twenties, but now I realized he was at least in his late thirties, maybe even older. The age only enhanced his masculinity. He had experienced the world, and of course knew what he liked and what he wanted. He pulled me ever closer to him, and grabbed my cock. "You've got a nice one yourself," he said. Eli was being generous. In comparison to his penis, mine barely even registered. It was a little over seven inches, and right now, it was harder than it had ever been before. Any more stimulation, and I was going to shoot a pent-up load of sperm, all over his body. "Thanks," I managed to moan. He leaned in, and gave me a peck on the lips. I hadn't expected this; it seemed totally out of character for a stud like him to kiss another man. I was shaking in a combination of fear and excitement. "Relax," Eli said. "It's going to be ok." I wanted a closer look at his cock. Trembling, I knelt down, getting my head right on level with his dick. It was a monster, almost as fat as a soda can. It seemed like it was a foot long, although I knew it was probably only eight or nine inches. To think that men had taken it in their mouths, or even up their asses seemed impossible to me. But, at the same time, I wanted to do exactly that, to know what it felt like inside me, to have some connection with this stud. I ran my hand down his sculpted abs, feeling his trimmed hair and pubes. His black pubic hair was flecked with grey. Suppressing all fear, I leaned in and kissed him right at the base of his cock, my tongue flicking as much as I dared against his skin. He tasted exactly like I dreamed a man would taste, a mix of sweat, condensation from the steam room, and an indescribable other. I had never tasted it before, but even after just the first taste, I immediately wanted more of it. I wasn't sure if I was ever going to be able to get enough of it. When he put his hand on the back of my head, I was momentarily terrified that I had gone too far. But rather than shoving me away, he held me in place. "You like that?" he asked. I could only nod. "It feels good," he continued. "Like the taste of my pre-cum?" That was what I had tasted. It was another man's fluid. And I had loved it. I nodded again. "There's plenty more where it came from," he said, as he pushed my head back, the rest of his massive cock coming into view. At the tip, right along his piss-slit, there was another milky bead forming. I abandoned any shame or fear, and leaned in to lick it up eagerly. "Fuck yeah boy. That's what I need this morning." The pre-cum had tasted good when I licked it off of Eli's skin. Now, it tasted amazing when I drank it right from the tap. I opened up wider, taking more of his cockhead into my mouth. I had never done this before, sucking on another man's cock, much less a stranger's cock in an anonymous locker room. But it felt like the most natural thing in the world. It was what I was always meant to do. I looked up at him; he was staring down at me, watching me. "Don't stop boy. It feels fucking awesome," he said, smiling. "Just watch your teeth, and you'll do fine." I didn't want to stop. My own cock was throbbing, and I fought the urge to reach down and stroke it. If I did touch it, I would shoot in seconds, and I needed Eli to cum first. I needed to see another man, a real man, cum thanks to my efforts. I stretched my mouth wide, and was able to fit his cockhead and a tiny bit of his shaft in my mouth. "You're doing well," he said. His hand was still resting on my head. He had one finger gently stroking my ear as he guided me up and down on his cock. Eli's voice was deep and masculine, but there was no edge, no anger or roughness to his tone. We were both getting something we wanted: Eli, his massive black cock was getting serviced; me, I was getting trained in sucking dick. "Don't worry," he continued. "It's big and you're a beginner. You don't have to take it all the first time." Then, he stopped talking; the only sounds was the occasional hiss of the steam and the wet smacking of my lips as his cock went in and out of my mouth. He continued to drip pre-cum, and I continued to lick it up. I could have done this all morning, even all day. But, after a few minutes, his breathing got faster and deeper. "I'm gonna cum soon, boy. You want it?" I had known abstractly that sooner or later he was going to cum, but I hadn't thought about the details of his orgasm. Especially the crucial details like where he would shoot his load. I was about to ask him to pull out, but it seemed wrong to waste his seed like that. I wanted to taste it, and I wanted to go all in on my first time. I nodded in agreement, trying my best to say, "yes," even with his cock stuffed in my mouth. "Nice. It's going to be a big load," he said. He picked up his pace a bit, thrusting in and out faster than before. He kept his hand on the back of my head, making sure that he always went in just deep enough, but never too deep. "Oh fuck," he moaned, as his cock suddenly got very hard in my mouth. There was another thrust and then a spurt of hot fluid right into my throat. He had just cum, and I had just swallowed his load. He pulled out so his cockhead was just in my mouth, and the next spurt landed right on my tongue. It was bitter and salty but also sweet. As he had said, there was a lot of it. The third spurt had filled my mouth; some of it even dribbled out the sides of my mouth before I had a chance to swallow. "Oh yeah, drink it up," he moaned, as I got a fourth spurt filling my mouth again. Again, I swallowed his mouthful of cum and then ran my tongue over his cockhead. I got a good taste of his fresh semen. My stimulation prompted a fifth spurt; this was slower, and his cum was thinner and had less flavor. But I still licked all of it up eagerly, and continued to suckle on his cock. "Oh fuck," he almost yelped, pushing me off his cock. "Super fucking sensitive after I cum," he said by way of explanation. I shuffled back, giving him and his still massive tool a bit of room. "Thanks, Clint," he said, leaning over and giving me a quick kiss on the head. "Gotta get to work now," he said and walked out of the steam room. It had all happened so fast: I had just met him, then sucked him off, swallowed his cum, and now he was gone. I wondered if this was what gay life was really like: fleeting encounters with just first names, if even that much. It may have been unfulfilling to my heart, but my cock knew what it liked. I let myself stroke my throbbing cock. As I did, my tongue searched out the last few drops of Eli's cum and I savored the last few drops. It only took a few quick jerks, and my own shaft was soon spurting cum. It was a massive load, squirt after squirt draining from my balls, through my hard shaft and landing right onto the tile floor. When I had finally drained my balls, I stayed on my knees long enough to catch my breath. Even in the dim light of the steam room, I could see the large puddles of sperm on the floor. It felt like I had just shot the largest load of my life. In a moment of wild abandon, I stood up. I walked out of the steam room and left my load behind. I wondered who would discover it, and whom he would speculate had shot it. I rinsed off quickly before getting dressed. The locker room was still quiet and only one or two people were wandering around. There was no trace of Eli. I wondered how he had disappeared so quickly. I checked my phone for the time. It was only 6:45. My roommate, Greg, said he would be arriving in the morning, but I didn't expect him for at least several more hours. Walking back towards the dorm, people around campus were preparing for move-in day. Barricades and signs were scattered around the streets, and the first of the volunteers were getting to their assigned posts. The dorm was empty when I got back. Only a single person was at the check-in desk. I went up to my room, and began to unpack my things. I had brought only two suitcases with me; besides the carry-on with my cameras and a laptop, the rest were clothes and a few pictures to hang up. I would have to go shopping soon; on the long flights, I had already started to make a list of the things I needed or had forgotten. It was barely 8:30am when I was done with the first round of unpacking. Again, I left the sparse room, this time to seek out some breakfast. The cafeteria was also empty; I ate slowly, catching up on Facebook. My friends from school had scattered around the globe for college, many of them were moving in and getting adjusted, like me. After breakfast, I wandered around campus, getting my bearings, and watching the first of my fellow freshmen to arrive. Finally, an hour later, I got a text from Greg. "We're on our way. You settled in yet?" I texted him back, then headed back to the dorm. I wanted to be there when he arrived. At the dorm, there was already a line of cars in the driveway, each one packed full of stuff. I wondered if I had packed too lightly for the year, but remembered that there was always the Internet if I really needed to buy something. I read a bit while waiting for Greg to arrive. We had talked a bit online, and I knew he had been driving cross-country with his uncle. Also he had a car here at college; I hoped we got along because, aside from the whole roommate thing, the vehicle would be helpful. I also hoped that he was going to be cool about me. I hadn't hinted about being gay. In fact, I hadn't told anyone else; my world back in Kuwait was far too small for me to risk it. It seemed like I had been waiting all my life for the freedom of college. And now it was here. Lost in my thoughts, I just barely heard the key in the door. I put down the iPad, and got up just in time for the door to open. I immediately recognized Greg from the pictures. He had been hot in the pictures; in person, he was even better: thick dark hair, clean-shaven face, a trim, and fit body. I tried to act casual. "I'm Clint," I said, extending my hand. "Greg," he said. "Nice to finally meet in person. How was the trip here?" "Definitely good," I said. "The trip was long. Very long. Still jet-lagged. I woke up at four this morning." "Damn. That's not good. My Uncle Nate is dealing with parking," he said. "Want to come down and meet him?" He was smiling, his dark brown eyes examining every inch of my body. "Sure," I said. Even though we had exchanged barely fifty words, there was an immediate familiarity between us. "Looking forward to the year?" I asked. "Hell yeah," he said. "College!" "Right on," I said. He lead the way out the door, and I double-checked once more that I had my keys on me. "What about you? How was your trip here? Took almost a week, didn't it?" "Fucking amazing. But need a few beers before I can tell you all the stories from road." We took the elevator down. The entry way was now stuffed full with parents, volunteers, and the other students, all trying to check in, get their bags to the room, and meet everyone else. Greg immediately headed towards a hot middle-aged daddy type, thinning hair, with a defined, carefully trimmed beard. He was standing in a corner, smiling. He was clearly enjoying the parade of people and the bustle around him. "Clint, this is my Uncle, Nathan Telemann." "Nice to meet you, Mr. Telemann," I said. We shook hands. I could barely keep from just wordlessly staring at his beautiful green eyes. Standing next to him, I could also see that he had a great body; he was wearing a white t-shirt just tight enough to show off his pecs and with a v-neck just deep enough to expose his thick chest hair. He clearly took care of his body; his clothes showed it off, without being too flashy. I wondered if he was gay, but then I noticed a heavy silver band on his ring finger. I was momentarily flushed with embarrassment, to have those thoughts about my roommate's uncle. "Please, just call me Nathan. Or Nate," he said. "You get here alright? Greg said you had some long flights." "Yeah, got in late last night. And woke up far too early today." "Jet lag is a pain, definitely." He turned towards Greg. "The SUV is right out front." Then back to me. "I can buy you lunch if you help us drag all of Greg's stuff up to the room." "You don't have to get lunch, really. I have nothing better to do right now." "Wait until you see how much stuff he has before you turn down lunch," Nathan said to me. I followed the two of them out to the front driveway. Going down the stairs, I took the opportunity to carefully check out Nate's ass. He was wearing a well-fitted pair of shorts, and his ass was tight and muscular. Next to him, Greg was also in shorts, a hair taller than his uncle with an even nicer ass. At 6'0", I was taller than both of them, but around Nate, I felt like the short, awkward fat boy again. I wanted both of them to like me. I wasn't sure about first impressions I had made. They headed to a black Range Rover. I could see that the back was full of boxes. Nathan turned back to me, and I was pretty sure he had noticed me checking out his ass. "Yeah, as I said, Greg has not yet mastered light packing," he said. He was smiling, so if he had seen me staring, he didn't appear mind it. Greg opened one of the side doors, and grabbed a single box. It was obvious that it was heavy. "Why don't Clint and I carry stuff up, and you can try to organize all your stuff." Nathan said. "Good idea," Greg said. "I'll take this up to start?" "Sure, it's at least a start" he said, with a laugh. "Want to take these up?" Nathan asked me, handing me a two boxes. They were lighter than I had expected. I guessed clothes. Greg had already disappeared back into the building. "Yeah. You can follow me. I can show you where the room is." "I'd like that," he said. It almost sounded like he wanted to check me out as well. But it was all mixed signals: he looked like he was gay, I wanted him to be gay, yet he had the wedding ring on. "You live near here?" I asked, as he locked up the Range Rover and hefted two more boxes into his hands. "Yeah, about twenty minutes away. In good traffic. My husband and I have a house near the beach." He had effortlessly gotten all of the uncertainty out of the way. He had explained his wedding ring and answered many of my unaskable questions, all at the same time. "This way," I said. "We're on the fourth floor." He followed me, and we squeezed into the smaller of the elevators. He was shorter and more compact than me, but he was so confident and so masculine that he effortlessly dominated the tiny space. "Looking forward to college?" he asked me. "Yeah, I'm really excited. "How do you like Greg so far? Don't worry, you can be honest." "He seems like a good guy. I hope we'll get along well." "He's my nephew, so I'm biased. But yeah, I think the two of you will get along very well, once you get to know each other." The elevator stopped, and we got off. He followed me down the hall, where we dropped off the boxes for Greg to start unpacking. "Back down for more?" he asked me. "Yep," I said. There were several more trips to the Rover and back. As we went to and fro, Nathan and I talked about our respective trips to Southern California. After dropping off the boxes on our third run, we headed back to the elevator; this time it stopped on the third floor and a family entered, mother, father, and two college age girls. Nathan and I were quiet, while the women talked loudly about their decorating plans. It was clear the girl with the loud laugh was the new student. She eyed me a bit, checking out my chest looking at my ass in the elevator's mirrored walls. She obviously wanted to flirt more. But I was already in a very different world; Nathan had started to sweat from carrying the boxes and his masculine scent was intoxicating. I was struggling not to lean in to him just to inhale deeply. Only the other people kept me from doing it. "Greg said your family is all in Kuwait?" he asked me, once the loud family had gotten off, and we were back in a circle of calmness. "Yeah. My mom is American. Dad is German. I have an aunt in Boston, but we're not a very close family. I haven't even seen her in a few years. As I said, our family doesn't talk much." "So, really on your own out here?" "Yeah," I said. We had reached the SUV, and he put more boxes in my arms. He took a few more. "Wow. That was a lot faster than I expected. It looks like maybe only one more load. Couldn't have done it this quickly without you." "Happy to do it." We got back on the small elevator, this time we were alone. "You know what you want to major in?" he asked me. "Sorry. You're probably sick of answering that by now," he added. "It's alright. I want to be a photographer," I said. The smell of Nathan permeated the small space. It was hard for me to think clearly; I wondered how his goatee would feel against my beard. I tried not to wonder what his cock would taste like. "Really?" he asked. "I'm a photographer as well. We'll have to talk more sometime." The elevator opened. We dropped the boxes off at the room, and then we went back to the SUV. As Nathan predicted, it was the last load. By the time we got back to the room, Greg had put some boxes in the main room, and others in the free bedroom. "It's a little after eleven," Nathan said. "Want to do a quick shopping run, before it gets too crowded?" he asked. He turned to me, "Clint, you want to come with us? Found anything you've forgotten yet?" "Yeah, I'd love to. And I already have a list," I said. I went into my bedroom, and found the scrap of paper I had scribbled my shopping list on. I found my phone and wallet, and the three of us headed out. Nathan took us to a shopping center not far away. "Why don't you guys get what you need? I'll meet you here in twenty minutes?" He indicated where the shopping carts had been lined up. "Sounds good, Uncle," Greg said. Nathan headed back out the front doors. "Where's he going?" I asked. "He said he needed to make a quick client call. Probably just doing that." "He seems like a cool guy," I said. "Must have been fun to hang out with him the past week." "Yeah, I like him a lot. And his husband, Jason, is really nice as well. You'll have to meet him one day. And the trip was an amazing experience." I suddenly noticed that both Greg and Nathan had been curiously short on any of details about their week together. We each unfolded our list; surprisingly, mine was still much shorter than his. So far, I only needed a desk lamp, some paper and pencils, and a fan. Greg ended up loading his cart with food, supplies, and other things I hadn't even thought to need yet. We continued to talk, learning about each other. He had been a swimmer in high school, but wasn't sure about continuing in college. I told him about playing soccer; my first practice was going to be on Sunday. By the time Greg had announced he was done, his cart was nearly overflowing. "Nate is right; I'm not a light packer or quick shopper," he said. I had barely filled my cart. "We can share some of this, then the next trip we'll square it up." We went back to the front, where Nathan was waiting for us. "God, Greg, leave something for the other shoppers," he said, examining Greg's haul. We checked out then went back to the SUV. In the back, there were a few brown paper bags. "What's that?" Greg asked. "Some beer for the two of you. Be responsible, and I'll do your buying." "Sweet!" Greg exclaimed. "Wow," I said. "Thanks so much, Nathan." I hadn't expected such generosity or coolness from him. I was starting to envy Greg's luck in having such a hip uncle, or even family nearby. I suddenly realized how far I was from my family: parents and younger brother. If I had needed to call them at any point during the day, I'd be waking them up. With them thousands of miles, and many hours ahead of me, I was more alone than I had ever been before. We loaded up the bags of stuff, and then Greg jumped into the front of the SUV. Nathan lagged behind him. "You ok?" he asked me quietly. "You got suddenly quiet there." "Yeah, I'm fine," I said. I hardly knew the man; it was far too early to reveal a weakness, even one as simple and as expected as homesickness. "Good. Ready for lunch?" he asked me. "Sure," I answered. I climbed into the back seat, behind Greg. "There's a good sushi place near by," Nathan said. "Want to go there?" "Good for me," Greg said, and I nodded in agreement. It was only a five-minute drive away; on the way and while waiting for a seat, Greg and I talked about college, what classes we wanted to take and the activities we wanted to try. "Back in a second," Greg said right after we were seated. He headed to the bathroom. Nathan and I were alone again. "You're gay?" I asked. "You have a husband?" It was a little awkward coming out, but of all the things running through my mind, this was the one I most needed to talk about. I was still trying to understand what had happened this morning, and now, Nathan was bringing up all sorts of other emotions. "Yeah. We slipped in right in time, while we still could. You ok with that?" He still had a friendly tone, but it was clear I really didn't have the option to say no. "Oh yeah," I said. I stumbled a bit. "Me too," I said. "I mean, I'm gay as well." "I was wondering about that," he said, smiling. "Don't worry. Greg isn't going to have a problem with it. And do it at your own pace. I'm not going to tell him." He pulled out his wallet and found a slim card. He handed it to me, and then continued to talk. "Here's my info. Give me a call or text. You've got a lot big changes going on, and your family is far away." He had been staring me right in the eyes. I was unable to look away from his mesmerizing green eyes, but suddenly he looked up over my shoulder. "And especially call me if Greg's giving you trouble. I'll whip him into shape." I looked behind me. Greg was right there. "Yeah, right," Greg said, laughing. "I think Clint can take the two of us." He punched me lightly on the arm. His hands were warm, and even punching me, there was surprising gentleness to his touch. "What do you boys want to eat?" Nathan asked us. "I'm not sure. There is a lot back home, but it's all fish from the gulf." "I'll just order an assortment, and we can all share," Nathan said. The waitress came up. She obviously recognized Nathan. The two of them started a spirited discussion about was good that day. Finally, they managed to come up with what seemed like a very long list. Once the tea was served, Nathan held up his cup in a toast. "To your college adventures," he said. "Definitely," Greg said. "I'm sure Clint and I are going to have a lot of adventures together." I was still discretely staring at Nathan, trying to understand how he worked: between his body, his eyes, his smile, I couldn't quite comprehend it all. In my distraction, I almost missed Greg automatically including me; it was a kind and unexpected gesture this early in our acquaintance. "Agreed," I said, right as the first platter arrived. "So, Greg," Nathan said. "You know that you're not going to escape the camera yet? Clint wants to be a photography major." "Yeah, he told me. I think I'm totally used to it by now, especially after the trip here." Nathan gave him a wry smile, and we ate, continuing to talk about our plans for the year. Nathan had been more than generous with the food; by the time the last roll arrived I was stuffed. "Thanks, that was great," I said. "My pleasure," he said, as he tried to hide the details of the bill from us. He wasn't quite fast enough; and I was surprised by how much it was. Nathan had gone way above the call of hospitality in paying for the meal. "Back to the dorm so you guys can unload. Maybe even get unpacked a bit, Greg?" We got back into the SUV, once more with Greg and Nathan in the front, and I in back. As they talked a bit about plans, I pulled out Nathan's card. It was a narrow card, not a style I had ever seen before. One side was a picture, and the other side were his contact details. The picture was of Nathan, shirtless, smiling. His chest was muscular and furry, and the picture was cropped just slightly below his waist. I studied it carefully, but couldn't tell if he was naked or not. In addition to trying to figure out if he had anything at all on, I was also trying to figure out how old he was. But he was in those timeless decades of a man's life: for all I knew, he could have been a mature 30, or a young sixty. I sent him a quick message. "Clint. Just getting your number in my phone." Back at the dorm, we all pitched in to carry the all the bags up to the room. Once everything was in the room and the door was closed, we put some of the beer in the small dorm fridge to chill. Again, Nathan admonished us to be responsible drinkers; he might have been a very cool dad, but he was still very much a dad. I surveyed the room; there were boxes and shopping bags strewn around, all waiting to be unpacked and put away. "Looks like you boys have your afternoon plans already," Nathan said. He checked his phone, and then continued. "Jason will be here in a few to get me." "I'll go down with you," Greg said. He turned to me, "You want to join us? You can meet Jason, even if it just for a second." "Sure," I said. Already, I was a bit jealous of Jason. He got to go home with Nathan and he was going to spend the night with him. I realized it was irrational, but it was hard to deny the emotions. We locked the room, and headed back down to the street. We hung out by the corner, waiting for Jason to arrive. It wasn't long before a blue Element pulled up. Jason stepped out from the driver's seat. He looked extremely familiar, but with sunglasses on, I couldn't place him; he was just about Nathan's height, but had a bigger frame, more muscular, and with military-style high-and-tight haircut. Jason took off his mirrored sunglasses, and I suddenly knew who he was. He was a model and I had seen him in some photo sets online. There was one in particular, him undressing and jerking off in by a backyard pool, which I had stroked to innumerable times. "Clint, this is my husband, Jason," Nathan said, introducing us. "Jason, Clint." I held out my hand. Jason grabbed it, but pulled me into a hug instead. I wondered how much Nathan had already texted him about me. "Pleased to meet you," he said. "Keep Greg out of trouble, please?" "Of course," I said. I was trying not to pop a boner. I had just met one of my all-time wank fantasy men. Even worse, he was the husband of my new roommate's uncle; I was going to see him many more times over the course of the year. "Great to meet you," I stammered. Luckily it seemed like none of them noticed my embarrassment. Nathan reached into the car, and pulled out a small black CD case. "These are for you," he said to Greg. "Some pictures from the trip and other things." Greg took the case. "I'll take a look tonight." "Well, unfortunately, we should go," Jason said. "Traffic is only going to get worse." "Thanks again, for everything," I said, giving Nathan a quick hug good-bye. "Of course," he said. Whispering into my ear, he continued, "Let me know if you need anything. Or just want to talk." He hugged Greg good-bye as well, and then Greg hugged Jason. Nathan got in, and the two men drove off together. Now, It was just Greg and myself.

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.

always drink my own cum. always have, always will....... don't even think about it......... cum is magic, cum is powerful, cum is medicine--------

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Went to my spot after work tonight got there and it was almost dead just me and three other guys and not long after I arrived one left. One guy was cruising but didn't seem interested in me but the other guy, and he seem more interested in his phone. Soon the cruising guy must have showed his dick because phone guy got somewhat interested and stepped to the guy's booth and I noticed him stroking him. Phone guy noticed me and he pulls his dick out and motions for me to come over. So walk over and start stroking him. He steps into the booth with the first guy motions for me to come in, I step in he closes the door grabs my head and push me to my knees and towards his dick. I immediately start sucking his dick as the other guy is sucking his nipples. The first guy shoves his dick towards me and I start sucking him until he came in my mouth. Not swallowing I latch my cum filled mouth on phone guy and continue sucking him he pulls out of my mouth and shoots his load on my face and mouth. I lick myself clean and head home

I only piss in an ass once I shoot my load. The piss helps push it further in.

Just ignore the bs. If anyone is stupid enough to take a strangers word that they are ddf, negative, then let you fuck them raw they are being willfully ignorant. I just plan on fucking raw every time, and about 99% of the hookups I do just that.

Good ole AOL! TruckersM4M is where I met a bearded trucker over 20 years ago. He bred me in his sleeper, after asking me if I was ready to be a dirty pig. (I didn't know then that was code for being poz) I said yes and an hour and two loads later I was indeed a dirty pig from that day on.

Before my former Master trained me, I had had only a couple of experiences that crossed into nonconsent. Afterward, however, once I honestly embraced the notion that I had become a set of holes with a duty to please any man at any time, it occurred to me one day that it might be impossible to actually rape me. Then I discovered that that wasn't entirely true. My master trained me to have dry orgasms on verbal command, every time anybody tells me, "CUM." Well, I had mentioned this to a guy, and he began to use the trigger on me, over and over and over until it went well past discomfort into torture, and then beyond even anything my Master had done to me - a brutal and intimate violation. So even though I don't think any man can rape my flesh any longer, I can still be raped in spirit.

This morning at 6:00 AM I received a couple of phone calls from my man, Ford. Honestly, initially I blew-off the calls, however once I got up I texted Ford, letting him know I would be running errands most of the day. However, as he apparently really wanted to get into my ass, he persisted, joking I was busy tricking with other guys, and simply didn't have time for him. Eventually he convinced me to come over to his place when I was done running around. When I was done with my errands I stopped by my place, and fortunately had enough time to give myself a good cleaning out. The I left for his place, and upon arriving, as usual, the door was unlocked so I walked in, only to find Ford chatting with a woman. I was slightly thrown-off, but they quickly concluded their conversation and she left. Ford and I immediately went upstairs and spread a sex blanket on the floor, we undressed as he looked me over, a big smile on his face. Whatever he was thinking was cool with me. The chemistry between us is great, and undressed Ford is a fucking Greek god with his tall stature, heavily muscled body, thick dick and heavy balls, and that beautiful cocoa dark skin. We start smoking a little to get in the mood, doing a little deep throating before Ford told me to lay back and relax, as for a first, he sucked my dick to the base, deep-throating my seven and a half inch uncut medium thick brown dick. I would have been happy if he had continued sucking me, but instead he paused, stepped into the bathroom where, I imagine, he cleaned himself out. After an absence of a few minutes the bathroom door opened, and as he approached I hoped to myself he wouldn't smell of soap, and to my pleasure, nope, his balls still had the delicious musky male aroma. As I lay on my back, Ford lubed up his ass and my cock, crouched over my pole and slid it right-up his hole. Damn if his muscle ass didn't swallow up every inch of me. He road my cock, and I responded by thrusting every inch of my cock inside his ass, eventually getting him on all fours so I could take him from behind. I fucked him for several minutes, and in pausing, found it kinda hot that when I withdrew, some of his clean ass juices plopped onto the blanket, looking like a lump of cum - but I could tell it was just good old ass slime. Ford was apparently done bottoming for the moment as his inner top took over. He had me lay on on my back, and, scooping the love juice from the blanket, he fingered it into my ass before adding some Vaseline and lube to the mix, then pushing his dick inside my hole. His dick felt absolutely perfect, having just the right amount of thickness to give my ring a stretch and make me feel it and moan in approval, yet also having just the right length so I would recognize a big boy was bruising my guts. As he fucked, he commented the lube was quite creamy, almost as if I had come pre-loaded. I wish! For the next 30 minutes or so, we switched into various positions including me on my stomach, and him on top of me facing the opposite direction, head to feet. Finally Ford told me to get onto all fours, having me back-up onto his dick, and taking the active role in bouncing up against his cock. s me get on all 4s and lets me back up and bounce against his dick. He had been fighting the nut for a while, having several times told me he was close to cumming, so when he next cautioned me, over and over I intensified my thrusts against his cock until he all but shouted "I'm cumming," and cum he did, cumming so violently I could actually feel the individual spurts of his cum blowing into my ass. After Ford had recovered his second wind he fucked me a little longer with that fat dick of his, but finally, his energy spent, he withdrew. Turning to kiss him, I found a sweet honeysuckle scented puddle below my ass. "Is that your nut?" I asked. "It's yours," he answered, adding "it oozed out of your hole." I think there was romantic innuendo there. Cool. We cleaned-up, dressed and I was on the road. As I still hadn’t actually nutted, once I got home I got my nine inch dildo, lubed it up and proceeded to continue the fuck the hell out of my ass while laying on my bed. The dildo was about the same thickness as Ford's cock, but somewhat longer as I like to keep my ass ready for that occasional cock which can push past the second ring. After extensively working my ass, I finally I got off, spurting everywhere. Cleaning the dildo, I found it nice and frothy and smelling like that honeysuckle from the blanket. Mmmmm. I’m gonna have to ask Ford if he wants me showing up pre-loaded next time. Good thing I’ve been freezing my loads.

You're looking for tips from Tops, of course, but as a bottom who's been on the receiving end (including twice in the last month!), let me give you a few pointers from my end: 1. This needs to be something you enjoy doing first and foremost. You need to enjoy the power and control you get from being able to decide who gets to fuck another man, who gets to unload in another man. If that doesn't light your fire in a very special way, whoring someone out is probably not worth the effort for you. The bottom also has to genuinely enjoy his submission to you and be committed to pleasing you by allowing himself to be fucked by the men you send. This activity is a special power dynamic, and it's fantastic for both men when it works. What you don't want is to find yourself with a lazy bottom who just wants somebody else to do his shopping for him, and starts picking and choosing from the men who arrive. At that point, you're not really in control. 2. Almost every bottom fantasizes about being whored out and used by a gang of Tops. That doesn't mean every bottom is a good candidate. If you choose to do it, make sure the bottom is going to be an active participant, and not lie there like yesterday's catch at the fish market. 3. Pimping a bottom resembles work. There are ads to place and respond to, conversations to start up at the bathhouse, the bar or the ABS, phone calls to make to your network of FBs - you are, in essence, a broker. You have to get the word out, in an experienced way, to the right people. 4. Check your scruples. Whoring a bottom lies somewhere between commodities brokering and human trafficking. Some Tops whore bottoms because they enjoy the rush of it, and get off on the power, but are generally benign. Others look at bottoms as lower-order animals and think nothing of actually prostituting them in a cash sense. Even though it would never bother me in the slightest if a Top or a Dom made money off my ass, the latter is a criminal offense. 5. It's not just about your pleasure, or the bottom's, for that matter. If you're going to be successful, you need to make sure that your clients, the Tops you attract, are pleased with their experience as well. The dynamic between the pimp and the bottom is important in making sure the sexual experience of the Top is a great one. It's all about the presentation, the setup, and the performance - especially in a group setting. The energy built or not built during a sex act will translate into what happens next. A group scene is more likely to give high-energy results than a series of one-on-one scenes, in my experience. What you say while it's going on - your words of challenge and encouragement - can ensure that. 6. If you're going to whore out a bottom, you may as well whore out two at once. From what I've been told, that seems to draw better results for some reason. 7. I'm not sure how to tell you to find the right bottoms for the job, except to suggest that you not take one on unless you've test-driven him first and know that he has the staying power to offer a loud, lusty fuck to several men in a row and has the experience to handle a wide range of cockery. As to how you actually go about locating, contacting and recruiting other Tops and suggesting they come fuck a specific bottom, I have no idea - you'll have to ask them. Whoring Tops, I'd love to hear this, too. If you have questions about my experience from the bottom end, fire away.

Oink piggy. Let's get you finally into the brotherhood.

Wow Dom Top Dad, that is a tough one. If I had a bf that was molested like that, it would be so hard not get turned on by it as strange as it might sound to others. I would want to know it all, if and when he started to like the cum, was there one that he secretly liked more than the others. As for making him a sub-slut, start slow, remind him how much you love him, and it's for both of you. Then ask if he would like it if you brought a buddy over to take turns on him after work one day unannounced say within 2 weeks. This way he knows its coming, just not exactly when. Then start brooding his horizons.

CHAPTER 3 Devon felt the deep hunger of needing sex and to shoot his cum load. His hormones were running rampant causing all kinds of wild ideas to flash through his mind. His brain then focused on how his ass felt when he was being rimmed and fingered. He could not get that idea out of his mind. He shuddered. “Well, no one is to know what happened. I mean no one. I’ll know who told if I ever hear anything about this, and I’ll deny it totally.” With those words, Brad was now ready to set in motion a new path for Devon. This would be the path that would be his undoing. This would be the path that would tear his world apart and shatter it into a trillion pieces. This would be the path where I got revenge for my sister’s ill treatment. I almost screamed with glee at what I knew was going to happen now. I owed Brad big time and would pay him whatever he wanted. Brad slowly rose up. “Okay. Let’s get you in a comfortable position. You kneel on the bed hanging your feet over the side. Bend forward all the way so that you lay on the bed. That’s it; tuck your hands under your face for comfort. Now, I’m going to put a lot of lube in your ass and around the outside so that it will be easier on you. It’s just lube. It makes things slide smoothly.” Brad told me to insert slowly my lubed fingers in Devon’s ass and open it a little. With some difficulty because of Devon’s tight ass, I did as instructed. Brad then began pouring lube inside Devon after which he had me to remove my fingers and used his own to spread the lube about. “Now, how does that feel? That’s even better isn’t it?” Brad asked. Devon moaned and agreed it felt even better than when he was being fingered earlier by Brad. Brad made sure to once again knock at Devon’s prostate. That elicited a couple of gasps each time. “Now, you’ve seen the cock on James (Brad had to name me something.). It’s small enough for you to take easily. I’ll monitor everything so that you can feel how super it feels. James’ cock is a mere 7 inches so he won’t go anywhere near as deep as your cock does,” Brad announced. “Besides, all we’re doing is letting you feel how a cock in an ass feels. Nothing more.” Devon shook his head in assent. I was heady with glee as I stepped up behind Devon. Brad guided my cut 6 ½ inches to Devon’s wrinkled and tightly closed virgin opening. Brad gave me the signal to go very slow which I did. There was a tremendous resistance and Devon began growling in pain. Just as I was sure this was not going to work, the head of my cock popped through Devon’s sphincter with a loud POP. Devon jerked his head upright and yelped. Brad hurried to Devon’s side consoling him and telling him it would be okay. Brad kept his arm around Devon to prevent him from actually pulling off my cock. It was also a subliminal signal to Devon that Brad was his friend and there to help him. The pain was just an initial shock and would pass. By the time Brad finished talking to Devon, the pain had begun to fade. Brad motioned for me to begin sliding inside Devon. Brad had me to slide slowly inside for a few seconds, stop, slide backwards, stop, then, repeat the process until at last I was fully inserted inside Devon. My balls were both rolling around with excitement. I was very close to cumming. Brad orchestrated the entire process until soon enough I was fucking Devon, and he was not protesting. My mind raged at the thought of when my balls would empty their contaminated content into this bastard’s ass. I knew what I wanted to do but held myself back to make sure that Devon did not panic. As I continued to fuck Devon, Brad now began to touch Devon with caresses. Brad’s hands were all over Devon: his ears, his cheeks, his back, his sides. I saw the touches that Brad did to Devon. They were such gentle caresses that he made which no doubt soothed Devon’s nerves. Brad moved closer to Devon and began talking to him telling him how great he was doing. He asked him how he was feeling and was there any pain now. He asked if a cock in his ass felt better than fingers and a tongue. Devon moaned his feeling of contentment. He agreed that, yes, a cock felt a lot better in his ass. Devon’s voice held a tremor in it as he spoke. Brad indicated for me to up my fucking. Devon moaned long and loud as I increased my tempo. Several minutes passed as I fucked Devon. I was now really about to shoot my cum load. Brad then asked Devon if he wanted to feel what it felt like when Devon had fucked me. “You do want to know what James feels don’t you? You are curious about that now that you know what it feels like having a cock in your ass. You know you want to feel James cumming in your ass don’t you? Don’t you, Devon? You want James to pump his cum load deep in your ass. Say it, Devon. Say it!” “Yes, I want to feel James pumping his cum load deep in my ass. Please, please, please, James pump your cum load in my ass!” Devon half shouted as he shook his head. I shoved my cock as far inside Devon as I could and blasted out everything that I had in me. I filled Devon with millions and millions of my poisonous wriggling half-babies. I yelled. Devon yelled and began to gasp for air as his head swung up off the bed once more as the last of my sperm drained into Devon’s ass. I was thinking of how this bastard had so mistreated my sister. I so wanted to poz him. Brad waited until I began slowly pulling out and began again on Devon. “You liked that didn’t you? In fact, you liked that a whole lot more than my tongue and fingers, didn’t you? You liked James fucking you and fucking you until he shot his cum inside you deep. You liked that a lot, didn’t you? You want MORE cum in your ass, don’t you? You want a LOT more cum in your ass. You want my cum in there, too, don’t you? Don’t you? Don’t you?” Over and over and over Brad went after Devon until at last Devon screamed, “YES. I WANT TO BE FUCKED BY YOU AND FILLED WITH YOUR CUM, TOO!” Brad wasted no time. He jumped up from the bed pushing me out of the way. He lined up his uncut 9 ½ inches at Devon’s hole, grabbed Devon’s hips, winked at me, and plunged full length into Devon’s ass. There was such a blood curdling howl that came from Devon. He tried to pull away but Brad knew what to do and kept his cock in Devon and Devon on the bed in front of Brad. Brad began fucking Devon immediately and soon the pain ebbed to nothing. Devon once more began rolling his head and moaning his contented feeling. Brad pounded Devon’s ass viciously. I do not recall ever seeing Brad this over the top. And, then, Brad stopped. He just stopped. He said nothing. He did nothing. Minutes passed. I had no clue what he was waiting for. And, then, Devon spoke up.

He is an aggressive fuck with big dick and perfect balls. A buddy of mine is like that, once he's set in motion, he's fucking you. I was having a tight moment, he goes "loosen up, because you're getting fucked" A guy like Topher, give him a moment of permission, he's pumping that nut in you. I not a pits guy, but fucking would love to smell his

Here's part 2, guys. Hope you like it. My body was tingling all over from the drugs and I was so turned on by the four guys who were all there to breed my ass. My Dad had arranged it and now here I was feeling like I just wanted their cum loads, I needed them. Deep inside me. I didn’t care about anything else, except their hard cocks shoved inside me.

 Eric was the first to make a move. “Get up on the bed, faggot,” he said. I jumped up and got on the huge bed with my ass in the air. Eric shoved his hairy face up against my boy twat and started to eat my ass.

 I moaned in pleasure. Dean walked over and started to kiss me and then gave me another shotgun of T, like I needed to get any higher. He pulled away and said “we’re gonna get you fucked up, faggot, then rape you.” I just moaned. This guy knew exactly what I wanted.

Jose and Chris were making out with each other and passing shotguns back and forth.

Eric came up for air and I turned around to look at him. His beard was covered in cum that he had sucked out of my cumdump. Dean looked up and said “FUCK that’s hot.” He leaned over my back (not hard to do since I”m 5’5” tall) and licked the loads from my dad and the two Mall DILFs out of Eric’s beard. Then he leaned down to share them with me. He shoved his tongue in my mouth and I could taste the salty jizz that I love so much. We passed the loads back and forth until they were gone and then I felt Eric stand up.

Dean got up and Jose moved over on the bed to shove his fat, uncut 8” dick into my mouth. Eric pushed my head down onto Jose’s dick, and then my back down so my ass was higher in the air. 

 Then in one fell swoop, he plunged his cock (which was even bigger than Jose’s, maybe 9.5” also uncut) into my sloppy pussy.

I pulled up off Jose’s cock so I could moan loudly. 

“FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE. PLEASE BREED ME!”

All three of them laughed. Chris said “Fuck guys, I never though this guy would be both hot and such a dirty little faggot. Only 18 too. Must’ve had some early training.” He knew full well by whom.

I looked up at him and grinned, and then went back to sucking Jose’s fat cock without saying a word. Gotta have a secret or two and, besides, cocksuckers need to be dedicated to getting hard cocks ready to breed greedy cunts.

Eric had plunged his cock all the way inside my dumpster. He was almost as big as my Dad. 

“Guys, this kid……hey faggot, what’s your name kid? Besides whore, cocksucker and cumdump?"

I pulled my mouth off Jose’s cock long enough to say “Justin.”

Eric laughed and continued “well Justin here has a well used hole. My cock is pretty long and fat and it just slid right in with no resistance. Pretty sure he’s never said no to a cock in his whole life.”

“Nope,” I said, briefly pulling my mouth off Jose’s short, fat cock. It was so fat I could barely get my lips around it. I couldn’t wait to get it up my boy cunt. I hope they had all seen my profile that said “all loads up my fagdump. No load refused.” Behind me, Eric started to slide slowly in and out of my ass, making me moan with pleasure whenever his huge cock pulled all the way out and then plunged back inside me. Every time he pushed all the way inside me, my face was pushed all the way down Jose’s cock, and into my throat. Daddy always told me I was a great deep throater. Jose’s loud moans and muttering “filthy cocksucker,” seemed to agree.

I looked over and Dean had turned Chris around so we were side by side on the bed with our boy twats in the air. Chris was tall, and had a thin, muscular body with lots of body hair. His ass was big and round and begged to be bred.

“Come on Dean, give me another load. My hole is begging for it.”

Dean laughed and said “your hole is always begging for a load, dude.” 

Dean stood up and walked around behind Chris, and I could hear him slide his cock up Chris’ hole. As soon as he bottomed out, he pulled back and I could hear a squishing sound. Chris was clearly loaded up, too.

“Fuck man, I love your cock inside me,” Chris said. Those four guys who were here earlier really bred me good. Dean laughed and shoved his cock back in Chris’ hole which elicited more loud moaning.

“They sure did. Your cunt is really loose and sloppy. Just like I like it.”

Chris moaned and said “yeah, when one of them was pissing on me, he said they’d been partying for a while, but none of them had cum yet. I’m glad all four of them shot loads in my cunt. Two of them twice! Six loads enough to lube up your cock baby?”

 I looked over at Chris, who’s eyes were closed and his face contorted with the same feeling I had. I was serving my purpose. I was getting high and taking a strange man’s cock up my ass, and it felt great.

Chris opened his eyes and looked over at me, then he scooted over so we could make out while we were getting fucked.

He shoved his tongue in my mouth and we kissed passionately and he whispered “you have to let Dean fuck you. His cock is amazing.” 

“Eric’s feels fucking awesome,” I said, and Chris told me that Eric was his husband and they’d been breeding each other’s holes for 4 years. “Lucky you, you get that fat stick to breed you all the time!” He just smiled and laughed and then moaned as Dean bottomed out in his hole again.

 We both lay there moaning while getting our cunts pounded by two long, thick uncut cocks. I was in heaven since I also had Jose’s fat cock buried all the way inside my faggot throat. Just where Daddy wanted me to be. I wished he could be watching me get used like a whore.

Eric and Dean were making out while they were fucking us whores, and decided to switch. Chris and I both turned over and held our legs in the air while the boys spat on their cocks and slid them into the new cunt.

Chris was right, Dean’s cock was slightly fatter than Eric’s and was really splitting me open, assisted by my swirling brain which was incredibly high. Jose decided we were not high enough and pulled out the pipe and gave me a shotgun which I shared with Chris. We laid there with the two tops switching off (with Jose occasionally taking a dip in one cumdump or the other)for a while. We were both in cumdump heaven with our holes wide open, being raped full of big fat cocks. Dean, in particular, loved calling us both “whore,” “fag,” “rapehole,” and other nasty words. I loved it. It just made my cunt feel more appreciated. My normally fat, 8” uncut dick had turned into a cocklet, completely shriveled up and I couldn’t care less. My purpose was serving cocks with my hole. I was letting complete strangers shove their cocks up my ass and just for good measure, I had one shoved all the way down my throat.

We stayed like that for a while, with Dean and Eric trading off between Chris’ cunt and mine. Jose seemed to prefer having me suck his rock hard cock (I later learned he loved blow jobs more than fucking ass). Good thing, since the only thing I love more than a cock in my pussy is one shoved in my mouth. Dean was plowing my cunt and spinning out a long list of dirty words when he slowed down and said “you want my load whore? You dirty little faggot. You need my cum in your pussy?”

I pulled my mouth off Jose’s cock and moaned “yesssss…..please give me your load. I need your cum inside me."

Dean laughed, “Like you ever had a choice. Like I would waste this load of jizz anywhere but inside your filthy cumdump. Nasty little fag, whored out by your own Dad.”

With that, Dean sped up. I could feel the sweat dripping off his body onto my back, while he pounded my ass so hard I couldn’t keep Jose’s cock in my mouth. I couldn’t stop moaning, and begging. “Please, Dean, fucking give me your cum. Knock me up with your fucking babies. My pussy is made for cum. It needs cum.” Dean laughed again and said “I think that’s the only thing your cunt is for, taking loads."

With that he pounded me a few more times, and roared. “I’m FUCKING CUMMING, FAGGOT! TAKE MY LOAD YOU NASTY FUCKING WHORE.”

All I could do was keep moaning and saying “thank you, thank you, thank you…breed me! breed me! breed me!” Eric and Chris had stopped fucking with Eric’s fat cock shoved all the way inside his boyfriend’s cunt so they could watch Dean’s epic raping of my pussy.

Once Dean collapsed on my furry back, panting, with his fat cock still jammed up my gaping cunt. Eric started to speed up again, and this time it was Chris’ turn to start moaning and begging for a load. “Fuck, baby, I need your load. Knock me up. I gotta have your cum in my pussy. You know how much I love it…”

Eric laughed and said “fuck, I sure did marry a dirty little whore. You want my load baby? Tell me what you want, fag boy!”

“Yes, baby, I gotta have it. Give it to me, prove that I’m your dirty little cumdump property. Knock me up!” 

“Here it comes baby boy. Daddy’s gonna give you his jizz. You ready? BEG FOR IT WHORE!” “FUCK YEAH! BREED ME BABY! I gotta have your cum”

Then Eric slammed into Chris’ ass one last time and you could see his nuts throbbing and a huge load of jizz going into Chris’ greedy hole. 

Chris moaned and kept repeating “fuck, yeah, give me that load baby. Give your boy your load. I need it so bad.”

This time it was Eric’s turn to collapse. He rolled over on the huge bed and his cock slowly slid out of Chris’ cumdumpster with a SLURRRRP sound. His cunt was well used and he was a happy little whore with jizz slowly beginning to drip down his ass crack and onto his leg.

 Finally, Jose said “FUCK that was hot! You guys are all so fucking sexy! MY TURN! Then he shoved his cock back in my mouth and started fucking my face. He only took a few strokes before he unloaded a huge load of spunk inside me. I held his load in my mouth, and then leaned over and snowballed it to Chris. 

He moaned loudly and then passed it to Eric, who moaned as well and then sat up. Chris was still on his hands and knees when Eric leaned down and shoved his face in Chris’ gaping cunt. He pushed some of Jose’s load into Chris’ ass and then moved over, pushed Dean aside and gave me the rest of it in my cunt.

I moaned “FUCK YEAH! Thank you baby! Give me that jizz!”

We all collapsed, laughing, in a heap. Dean pulled out a pipe and said “which one of you dirty fags wants more?”

All four of us said “ME!” Dean took a huge hit off the pipe and shotgunned it to me. Then he said “let’s find some more pigs to rape these two cunts. What do you say?” I was passing the shotgun to Chris and both of us moaned at the prospect of more men coming over to use us like the dirty fags we are.

Who posted? PM me link? I MUST have his mutated strain growing in me! Imagine if even just 100 BreedingZone pigs had it - it could be impregnating thousands of neg boys on prep and spark it's epidemic of AIDS beauty

Just took a pretty huge dick and load this morning before work. Still got it in me, too. Fuck, this day started great! ?

Part 30 - A Well Meaning Dad 2 Joe and Ric walked into the hotel room and it was spotless, almost like they had never been there earlier. Ric looked around and saw the ice bin with water had been stocked with a few beers and there was a small bottle of tequila with a glass full of limes next to a baggie with a few hand rolled cigarettes and a lighter. Ric looked over and sitting next to the bed on his knees with his hands behind his back was a naked boy about his age, maybe a bit younger. He had a harness on his chest and a thick leather collar around his neck. Looking down, he saw some sort of cage on his cock. “Thank you boy. I’m glad you could make it” Joe said. “Thank You, Sir. Sir Dennis let me in. I hope you don’t mind. The items you asked for are in the bag next to yours” replied Jeff. “I don’t mind at all. Ric, this is Jeff, my sub. I’ve invited him over, since some of the things you’ve told me that you’ve thought about he can help with. Jeff, I want you to treat Ric as you would any of my friends. You will obey him and do whatever he asks. Well, until a little later, but you will know what to do then.” “Yes, Sir” replied Jeff Ric kept looking back and forth at Joe and then Jeff. He remembered stumbling across a web site that had guys in leather like Jeff was dressed, but never thought he would see something like this in person. “Ric, show Jeff your new clothes down and what they look like” Joe said. Ric went about modeling the new clothes. Jeff smiled and even cat called a few times. When he finished he took all of his clothes off and walked over to get a closer look at Jeff. They both looked each other over and Ric was envious that Jeff seemed to have a head start on his sexual adventures and seemed content with his role being subservient to Dave. His gaze at Jeff was broken when Joe’s voice close behind him said “suck his cock, boy.” Jeff finally left his pose and reached up and started to suck Ric’s flaccid cock. Jeff gave close attention to the foreskin and the work from his tongue caused Ric’s cock to harden again. Ric put his hands on Jeffs head and slowly started to fuck Jeffs mouth. As his cock grew, he pushed into Jeff’s throat. Joe stood back, naked, and watched the two young men pleasure each other. When Joe sensed that Ric was getting too close he said “That’s enough, boy. We don’t want him to cum too soon.” Jeff pulled away and left Ric’s balls aching - so close to cumming, but he was not allowed. “Boy, stand next to the bed and bend over. Ric needs to feel your ass wrapped around his cock.” “Thank you Sir” Jeff said as he stood and bent over the bed. Ric felt like he was in a porn movie with everyone following the directors actions. He moved behind Jeff and rubbed his dripping cock up and down the sub’s crack. He pushed in and heard Jeff moan. He fucked and felt Jeff respond by pushing his ass back as he thrust in, his hole massaging his cock occasionally. Ric got into the zone and kept varying the speed and intensity of his fucking. It felt so good, so much better than the few times he had masturbated and much tighter than when he fucked Dave. When he started to get close again to cumming, he said “Do you like that, boy?” Jeff quickly responded “Yes, Sir. Very much” and gripped Ric’s shaft tightly with his ass muscles. That was all Ric needed and he grabbed the back of Jeff’s harness and slammed into his hole three times before shooting his cum inside Jeff’s grateful hole. Ric couldn’t believe that he had that much cum still inside him, this was his fourth orgasm of the day. He slowly pulled his cock out of Jeff and laid down on the bed, breathing heavy. “Thank you, Sir Ric” said Jeff. Joe tossed a water bottle at Ric and said “You should probably drink some water.” Ric drank from the bottle and laid back on the bed. Joe said “Boy, come here please.” Jeff turned around and walked over and started to kneel. “No, stay standing. You have earned a reward.” Joe leaned down and unlocked and then removed the cage from Jeff’s cock. “Thank You, Sir” Jeff said emphatically. Joe led him back to the bed and told Ric to roll over on the bed on all fours. He reached down and slowly pulled the plug from Ric’s ass, hearing him groan until the plug popped free and they watched the hole slowly close back up. Joe looked over at Jeff and his cock was already getting hard, free of the cage. He grabbed the lube and lubed up Ric’s hole and then slicked up Jeff’s cock. Jeff looked shocked as his second master stroked his cock to full length and then moved him behind Ric. He wasn’t sure what to do since he had never fucked anyone and he didn’t want to let Joe down. Jeff looked over and Joe had a big grin and said “Go on boy, you will be the second person ever to fuck Ric. He wants to learn and you were in his shoes only a few weeks ago.” Jeff pushed his cock into the soft, slightly loose hole. Once the head of his cock was inside, he heard Ric moan out “oh yeah, fuck me.” He remembered those first few fucks, where every time was a new experience and his cock twitched. He had never felt it this hard before and pushed in further. He felt Joe’s hand on his ass, directing him to start fucking in and out. He put his hands on Ric’s hips and started to pull Ric back as he thrust in. Soon, he was fucking Ric just like Joe and Kyle had done to him. He loved the feeling of Ric’s warm, wet tunnel around his cock. The strokes got harder and he watched Joe move in front of Ric, pushing his cock into Ric’s mouth This was one of Jeff’s favorite positions when he bottomed, since he could pleasure both of his masters at once. It wasn’t long before all the new sensations on his cock overwhelmed him and he began shooting his newly charged cum into Ric’s near virgin hole. He hadn’t been allowed to cum since the day after he got out of the hospital and his balls were overflowing. His body kept spasming as each shot coated the insides of Ric’s no longer pristine colon. He lost count of the spurts of cum and as they stopped he pulled his cock out of Ric and flopped down on the bed trying to catch his breath. Dennis had quietly walked in and stood in the room watching Jeff fuck his first guy and rubbing his cock through his jeans. By the time that Jeff finished breeding Ric, Dennis was naked and his cock hard and dripping precum. Joe was feeding Ric his cock and heard Ric whine around his shaft when Jeff removed his cock and the sudden empty feeling. With a nod of his head, Joe directed Dennis to fill the now vacant cumhole. Climbing on the bed, he covered his cock head with the cum that was seeping out of Ric’s pussy. He gently pushed in, stretching Ric’s hole wider than it had been with either of the other two cocks he had taken or any of the dildos. Slowly he filled the boy’s chute with his thick shaft. Ric squirmed underneath him as the cock got deeper than anything had ever been and he felt a pressure deep inside him. Dennis gave a final shove and pushed past Ric’s inner ring while forcing Joe’s cock into Ric’s throat. Ric panicked. Unable to breathe and skewered from behind, he couldn’t escape either. Suddenly he felt hands holding his head and hips keeping him stationary as his body started to convulse. Joe loved the feeling of a guy’s throat wretching around his cock, but didn’t want to scare the boy and started to pull back, letting him breathe. Dennis did the same and withdrew his cock until just the head was inside. He started long, slow strokes, filling Ric’s tight hole with cock and then leaving him almost empty. The more that Dennis fucked Ric, the more Ric enjoyed the large cock inside him. His throat was getting raw from Joe’s piercing scraping it each time it got shoved down his throat as he got pummeled from behind. Dennis started to fuck faster. He needed to add his strain into the boy’s cunt and it was all he could think about. He ignored the muffled screams from Ric and kept ramming his cock in as hard as he could, each time plowing through the Ric’s inner ring until it was only a firm squeeze massaging his cock. His balls were boiling, preparing their poison to help infect the young man and turn him into another poz breeder. He wrapped his arms tightly around Ric and felt his body twitch and thrust as his cock pumped his very toxic seed into the young stud. Ric stood there on his hands and knees, sweat dripping off of him, spit dripping out of his mouth and feeling both cocks pull out of his body. Another of his fantasies had now been played out in real life. His body ached and hurt in ways he had never imagined, but he was in heaven. Dennis saw the blood on his cock and the pink cum dripping out of Ric’s tortured pussy. He reached over and picked up the plug and put it back into Ric’s cunt, sealing in all of the seed to let the bugs invade his body completely. “Thanks for helping Ric experience a few new things” Joe said as they moved into the shower and let Jeff clean each of them off. Dennis put his clothes back on and left the room, heading home to his boyfriend. Joe put the cage back on Jeff’s cock, squeezing it in as Jeff was still partially aroused. “Thank You Sir” Jeff said and Joe smiled responding with “You’re welcome, boy. I hope you enjoyed being a top for a change. You can go if you need to.” “Yes, Sir, I do” Jeff said as he walked over and put his clothes on near the door and left. Joe and Ric laid on the bed for a bit relaxing. “There’s another thing I want to show you, so let’s run through the shower and then head out” Joe said, breaking the silence. Ric got a big smile on his face and was in the shower in seconds. When they got out, Joe started to get dressed. He tossed a spare tank top to Ric and said “Wear this, it will show off your body.” Ric put it on along with his jeans and they drove over to the adult book store. Joe walked up to the clerk and bought some tokens and the clerk said “Its busy back there, I bet he’s going to be really popular.” Ric followed Joe into the back area where there were a half dozen guys standing around stroking their cocks. One gray haired guy had a younger thin black guy against the wall and was fucking him, both with their pants around their ankles. Joe stood next to a wall, scoping out the guys that were there and rubbed his cock through his jeans. Ric figured he should do the same, but he felt that everyone was staring at him. A door opened and a college student came out, still zipping his pants up as he walked toward the front door of the book store. Joe waited to see if anyone else was going to take the booth and when no one did, he tapped Ric on the arm and the two went into the booth. Closing the door behind them, Joe stuffed some tokens in the machine and selected a bareback gay porn video. Joe dropped his jeans and motioned for Ric to do the same. They stroked their cocks and Joe kneeled down to peer into the booth next door to see if it was someone looking to fuck or suck and get fucked. The fingers that came through the hole, told him all he needed to know. Joe whispered in Ric’s ear and Ric moved to the hole, pushing his cock through. As the guy on the other side of the wall sucked Ric’s cock, Joe whispered “Don’t let him let you cum right away. If you get too close, pull back.” Ric closed his eyes and let the guy suck him, feeling his tongue all over his cock and balls. Ric’s cock was hard and dripping and suddenly the guy stopped sucking him. Ric let out a quiet “Huh?” and then felt the guy backing his ass up to the wall. His cock touched the guy’s hole and the guy kept pushing back. Ric moved back as well, but not as fast and his cock worked its way into the stranger’s ass. When the guy’s ass was firmly against the wall, Ric started to push in deeper and Joe whispered “Fuck him for a bit and we’ll swap” into his ear. Ric fucked against the wall, trying to get his cock as deep as possible into the guy’s cunt. He found it awkward fucking against the partition but the hole felt so good around his shaft. He kept fucking harder and harder and when his balls started to tighten he pulled back and let Joe shove his cock into the unknown hole. Ric heard the guy on the other booth yell out “Oh FUCK!” when the pierced cock penetrated his hole. Joe drilled the strangers ass a while as Ric kept stroking his cock to keep it hard. Joe pulled out and Ric then took his place and fucked the guy again. Ric couldn’t hold off much longer and felt the impending orgasm take over his body. He shot a few squirts of cum into the guy, but his body was running out of cum. He started to pull back and the guy pulled off his cock and immediately started sucking his cum covered cock. When he thought it was clean, he pulled his cock out of the hole and moved next to Joe. Ric heard the guy say “Thanks” through the hole and then Ric looked at Joe. “Can we go back to the hotel room?” Ric asked. “Sure. I take it you don’t like glory hole fucks?” Joe asked. “No, not really. I like having a body to hold on to and see when I fuck. Sorry.” Ric said. Joe laughed. “Don’t be sorry. You tried something new and found its not for you. You learned something about yourself and that’s good.” They pulled their pants up and walked out of the booth. Several of the guys looked disappointed when they realized the two young studs were leaving. Joe stopped at the clerks counter and bought a butt plug and dildo before walking back to the car. Joe and Ric went back to the hotel room and as they walked in, Joe went over to the bin and asked “Want a beer?” Ric started to say no and then stammered a bit. Joe popped the caps off of two bottles and brought them over to the couch, where Ric was sitting. Ric sipped the beer and looked at Joe, who was staring at him trying to decide if this was another cherry popping. “I’ve had beer and booze before” Ric said. “How about weed?” asked Joe. “Just once” replied Ric as Joe walked over and grabbed the baggie of joints and the lighter. The two sat there watching porn on the TV, smoking and drinking for an hour or so and Ric finally got the courage up and leaned over and started kissing Joe. The kisses got more and more passionate and they spent a long time making out. Ric stopped kissing and got up, pulling Joe to his feet and dragging him over to the bed. Ric pulled Joe’s shirt off and then his pants and socks before taking off his own clothes. Joe was smiling as now Ric was feeling confident enough to be the one taking the lead. He figured Ric was probably a 60/40 or maybe 70/30 vers top and was going to let Ric take control. They laid down on the bed and their bodies were entwined as Ric explored every inch of Joe, mostly with his tongue and hands. Ric’s cock was once again hard as a rock and he pushed Joe’s legs up and forced his cock into Joe’s pussy. He held Joe’s legs wide as he started kissing Joe again while fucking his thick cock deep into Joe’s hole. He fucked harder and harder, his tongue digging deeper into Joe’s mouth. The bed was rocking and squeaking until Ric pulled Joe tight to his body and shot off a few more squirts of cum into Joe’s now sloppy hole. As the orgasm faded, Ric pulled Joe next to him, spooning with his cock back in Joe’s ass. It didn’t take long and both of them were fast asleep. Joe woke up feeling Ric trying to push his hard morning cock into his hole. He rolled over on to his stomach and Ric followed and mounted him, pushing his cock all the way in with one long stroke. “God that feels so good” Ric whispered in Joe’s ear while starting to pump in and out. Joe wasn’t complaining. The boy had almost 9 inches of thick, uncut cock and he was quickly learning how to use it. Joe started coaching Ric, telling him to slow down when he felt he was close to cumming, even pulling out and rimming his ass before plowing his cock back in. Joe flipped over on his back and let Ric mount him again. He looked up at the sexy boy that was pounding him. “I’ve unleashed an animal” thought Joe as Ric looked back at him with a grin and slammed his cock into Joe, who let out a loud grunt as the cock punched through his inner ring. Joe showed him a few more positions, but Joe always was on his back marveling at the young stud’s transformation. Ric couldn’t keep the cum in any longer and lunged into Joe, seemingly trying to put his whole body into Joe's ass. Ric’s body shook and shuddered as he flooded Joe’s gut with more neg cum. Ric fell down on Joe’s chest and kissed him over and over. Ric rolled over on to his back, next to Joe “Thank you Dave. This has been an amazing day and I don’t really want it to end. How much longer do we have?” Joe reached for his phone and saw it was just before nine in the morning. “Not much longer. Your dad is going to be here in about an hour.” “Oh” Ric simply replied, but Joe could see Ric’s mind whirling. After a long pause, Ric asked “Were the other guys you had fuck me poz too?” “Yeah they are. Both are really toxic too” Joe said as he turned on his side to look at Ric. “Oh cool. They were both really hot, but very different. I guess I don’t know what kinds of guys I like. Right now I guess its all of them” Ric said. Joe laughed and replied “That’s a good attitude to have. You will be a lot less disappointed if you keep an open mind and not look for some guy that looks a certain way. There’s a lot of gay and bi guys out there that don’t scream ‘I’m gay’ so it can be hard to find guys that turn you on sometimes. Don’t let it get to you. You’ll get better at finding them as you get more experience. Just observe how they look at you and you can see if they’re checking you out or not.” “Ok” Ric said. Joe knew he wanted to say more and Ric finally asked “Can you fuck me again before my dad gets here? I want more of your poz cum inside me to make sure it happens.” Joe grinned and wasn’t going to turn down one more chance to breed Ric. He spit on his hand and slicked up his cock and pressed the pierced cock head against Ric’s hungry hole. He said “You’re going to make one sexy poz boi, Ric” as he pushed his hard cock in until the head was past his outer ring and paused. Ric moaned as he felt Joe’s cock inside him again, but the ring really fascinated him. He could feel it as it pushed inside him and he had an odd sensation from Joe’s cock as he started to fuck him. He remembered how sore his throat got when Joe had fucked his throat the day before and imagined it was doing the same with his guts. “Fuck me Dave. Fuck me hard. Make me poz just like you so I can earn my next tattoo” Ric begged. Hearing Ric beg him to poz him up put Joe into overdrive. He pounded Ric’s pussy relentlessly, grinding his hips around and digging his cock into as many different parts of his fuck chute as he could. He was slamming hard and staring back at Ric with their eyes locked on each other. Lust and desire was all they saw in each other. Joe’s body was bouncing off of Ric’s ass as the bed rocked. Joe began to grunt with each thrust and Ric egged him on - “Yeah, do it!” “fuck me good” “poz me up!” It was the last one that pushed Joe over the edge and he did exactly what Ric begged him to do. Spurt after spurt of his bug laden seed filled Ric’s now wrecked hole. Ric yelled out “Oh my god YES!!!” as he felt the cum fill his body. Joe looked at Ric, his eyes were closed and a huge smile was on his face. Joe slowly pulled his cock out and reached for the butt plug he bought at the book store the night before. He coated it with the bloody cum on his cock and pushed it in. Joe moved around and tapped his cock on Ric’s face and Ric turned and swallowed his cock down. After licking and sucking for a few seconds he pulled back and asked “Why does your cum taste so different this time?” Joe chuckled and said “Thats your blood mixed with my cum. My PA kinda wrecked the walls of your ass. Don’t worry, it'll heal in a few days but you’ll be sore. It will make you remember our time together. It helps the bug get inside you though, so if the other loads didn’t do it this one probably did.” “Oh fuck yeah” Ric said as he dove back down on Joe’s cock and cleaned every drop of cum he could find, savoring the coppery sweet cum taste. Joe pulled his cock back and said “We have to run through the shower. Your dad will be here soon.” They went into the shower and washed each other up before Ric held Joe tight and passionately kissed him while grinding their bodies together. Joe playfully tapped the plug in Ric’s ass and then spanked his ass cheek before pulling away and taking one last rinse and got out of the shower. He tossed a towel to Ric yelling “Only got five minutes” and headed out to put his clothes on. He got his jockstrap on when there was a knock at the door. Ric was still putting gel in his hair and primping it like Enrico had showed him, so Joe went to the door and cracked it open. “Dave? Ric?” the guy said as Joe was checking him out. He looked like an older version of Ric. His face had a look of both worry and excitement. Joe opened the door the rest of the way and Frank walked in. “Wow, you look better in person than the pictures” Frank said. “Ric’s in the bathroom getting ready. We just got out of the shower” Joe explained. “I know I’m a bit early, but I was kind of anxious to find out if Ric’s ok and if he had a good time” Frank said. “Yeah, I think it went well, but the real judge is Ric. You have a great son there, Frank. You should be proud of him.” Joe said. “Oh, I am. I just want the best for him” Frank replied before whispering to Joe “Uh…. I gotta ask… Is he really… gay?” “Oh yeah, he proved that pretty quickly. I hope you’re ok with it and it won’t change how you feel about him” Joe said quietly back. “Oh, it won't. And, did you fuck him? And… knock him up?” Frank asked, embarrassed. Joe looked at Frank quizically and slowly said “Yeah, we both fucked each other.” Frank could tell Joe was unsure about the question and said “I saw your tattoo in the pictures. One of the reasons I chose you was that I’m guessing you are poz and I wanted Ric to get it out of the way and not have to worry about becoming poz. It’s going to happen sometime if he’s gay, right?” Joe was shocked. The guy wanted Joe to poz his son? What the fuck? “It doesn’t have to happen. There’s ways to prevent it. Condoms, prep, being careful with who you fuck” Joe said. “Yeah, but its easier to just get it over with and he can now do everything without worry” Frank said. About that time, Ric walked out of the bathroom, wearing his new jeans and the muscle tee they had gotten the day before. “Oh my god” Frank gasped as he saw his son. “I didn’t expect you to do anything but talk and maybe have some fun.” “You like it dad?” Ric asked tentatively. “You look so handsome. Sexy even” Frank said as he walked around looking at the hot young man. Ric smiled as his dad gave his approval and the brief tension in the air was gone. “Ric, I guess your dad had another mission for me that he didn’t tell me about. He wanted me to poz you. What do you think about that?” Joe said, feeling like he had been set up. Ric looked at his dad, surprised and said “You did?” “Yes, Ric, I did. If you’re gay, not straight, you should enjoy having sex with men and not worry about getting infected. I’ve missed out on having sex with other men so many times because of that fear and the chance of giving it to your mom.” Ric couldn’t believe his ears. His dad likes to have sex with guys too? He felt his cock stiffen in his tight jeans and the bulge got more visible. Without even thinking he said “You should let Joe fuck you. He’s a lot of fun.” It was Frank’s turn to look shocked. His son wanted to watch him get fucked by another guy? A poz guy? “I think its only fair, Frank. I bet you want to have a young jock fuck you to make up for all those times you didn’t satisfy your urges. We have some time before we have to check out of the room…” Joe said as he moved toward Frank and started to pull his shirt off. Ric reached for Frank’s belt and unbuttoned his jeans. Frank just stood there as the two younger men stripped him, unsure what to say. He finally said “I shouldn’t.” “Come on dad. I’ve just had the most amazing time of my life and you should get some too” Ric urged. Joe pushed Frank to his knees and pulled his cock out of the pouch and rubbed it on Frank’s lips. Frank opened his mouth and started to suck like a starved animal. Joe smiled as Frank devoured his cock and thought “this guy has sucked a lot of cock in his life.” Ric stood back rubbing his crotch as he watched his dad suck Joe’s cock and quickly realized his dad was no stranger to giving blowjobs. Ric unbuttoned his tight jeans and pulled them off, revealing his cock straining inside the pouch of his jockstrap. Freeing it, he began to stroke it and then saw Joe motion to come next to him. Soon, Joe had his arm around Ric as Frank went back and forth, sucking each cock before moving back to the other one. Ric looked down, watching his dad suck his cock, flicking his tongue around the shaft and licking his balls. As he got really excited, his dad moved over to Joe’s cock and repeated the actions. Joe couldn’t take much more and wanted to see if Frank’s ass was as good as his son’s. Joe pulled his cock out of Frank’s mouth and grabbed his shoulders, pushing him towards the bed. Frank knew what was going to happen and climbed on the bed, on his knees, with his ass over the edge. Joe laughed as he watched Frank assume the position like a pro. Joe grabbed the lube from the table next to the bed and pushed some in deep with his finger. Frank moaned as he was penetrated for the first time in over a year. Joe felt Frank’s hole open up and he added a bit more lube and two fingers this time. Ric was stroking his cock, watching Joe prep his dad’s ass for his poz fuckstick. Joe moved behind Frank and rubbed the piercing and his dripping cockhead on Frank’s hole. He pushed in, watching the piercing and his cock disappear into the starving mancunt. Frank’s moans filled the room as Joe pushed deeper into his hole. Ric watched as his dad was filled with cock. He stopped stroking for fear of cumming too soon and knew Joe would fuck his dad for a while. Ric took his shirt off, revealing the fresh tattoo, and climbed on the bed in front of his dad. His dad opened his mouth and Ric pushed his throbbing cock in. As Joe’s thrusts got harder Ric just had to stay in one place as his dad’s mouth and throat got impaled on his cock. He leaned forward and pulled Joe in for a kiss while his dad got spit roasted. Joe started to really pound Frank and felt his piercing tug as it dug in along the tight walls of Frank’s neg tunnel. Joe stopped kissing Ric and bent over Frank’s back and whispered in his ear “You’re very observant. Yeah, I’m poz and not on meds so I’m really toxic. I knocked your son up and now its your turn. You can convert together.” Joe’s thrusts got harder and harder, almost throwing Ric backward from Frank’s body being shoved forward. “Yeah that’s so hot, Dave. Breed his ass!” said Ric just as Joe felt his balls start to tighten up and his cock began to shoot its deathseed into Frank’s hole. He paused only a moment for the first few spurts and then started to ram in, pushing the remaining spurts in deep. As his cock stopped twitching and shooting, he looked at Ric and said “Your turn, I think your dad needs to feel how good that cock of yours is.” Ric was shocked but as horny as he was right now, he quickly bounded off the bed and took Joe’s place. His cock easily slid into the gaping hole that Joe left. He thrust in most of the way and felt his cock hit a wall. He started pounding and his dad began screaming around Joe’s cock which was now deep in his throat. After several punches in, he felt the blockage give way and his cock head was past his dad’s inner ring. He loved pounding in and feeling all of the toxic cum that Joe had dumped in his dad coat his cock. With all of the edging he had been doing, it wasn’t long before he grabbed his dad’s hips and drove his cock all the way in and started shooting his load deep inside the man who had made him. Ric pulled his cock out of his dad and Joe climbed off the bed. Frank fell forward on the bed, exhausted. “Oh my god that felt so good. I haven’t had a raw cock in me in almost 20 years. I forgot how much better it is” Frank said breathlessly. Ric looked down on the bed and there was a large pool of cum where his dad had shot while he was being fucked. He desperately wanted to lick it up and taste the seed the had created him. Joe must have been thinking the same thing, since he scooped up some of Frank’s seed and fed it to Ric before tasting it himself. After several minutes, Frank got up off the bed and turned around seeing Joe and Ric, kissing. It turned him on watching his son kissing another guy, especially one as sexy as Joe. When the two stopped kissing and were standing side by side, Frank noticed the tattoo. “Oh my god. Your mother is going to shit bricks. A tattoo?” Frank exclaimed. Joe and Ric smiled. “Yeah, I wanted it and I’m old enough to get one. I even paid for it” Ric told his dad proudly. “Well, it does look good except that you only have chest hair on one side. If you’re like me, that forest will grow back pretty quickly. Can I shower, I don’t want my wife to smell the cum on me” asked Frank. Joe chuckled since he knew that the seed would be inside him for a while and no shower was going to wash it off. The three of them showered together with Ric going down to his knees and sucking his dad’s cock. He was rewarded with a few spurts of cum in his mouth which he let sit on his tongue, absorbing the flavor. The three dried off and dressed. Frank walked over and hugged Joe whispering “Thanks for everything. This turned out better than I could have hoped.” Frank reached into his pocket and peeled off three hundred dollar bills and stuffed it in Joe’s pocket and grabbed a quick feel of his cock. Joe walked over to the desk and wrote down the info for the clinic and gave it to Ric. “You’re probably going to need to go here in a few weeks. You probably will get a bad flu. If you don’t, go to the clinic in a month and get tested. And let me know how things go. You’ve got a lot to offer guys, Ric, and deserve to have a lot of fun and maybe even meet the right guy.” Joe turned to Frank “That goes for you too” as he patted both of them on the back. Frank and Ric walked out the door and Joe walked back and fell on to the bed, drained. After a few minutes, he got up and collected his stuff and put it in his bag. He grabbed the remaining joints and put them in the side pocket to give back to Dennis. Leaving the room he was feeling elated. This had been one of the best gigs he had done in his short escorting career.

Part 1 Some things are triggers for me when I'm looking for guys. Things that will get my attention and interest. There are lots of nuances to what I find attractive. Things like height, hair colour, facial structure, body type... although on this night none of those things mattered. Some things instantly get my attention above all else. I was at the local gay night club taking it easy chatting with my good friend, James - he's my wingman. We were talking about how the week went at work and how glad we were that it was over. I was deep eagerly listening when he replied to my question about how long he'll stick with his current employer. Then I stopped listening. Totally stopped - I mean I didn't mean to, though when James asked me, "Do you think that's a good plan? Michael??"; I realised I had totally gone to a different world. Though really, can you blame me? I had seen him. Yes, him, trigger boy. One of those hairless twink types, he was cute, yes. He only turned into trigger material when he got sweaty dancing and decided to take off his shirt. Then I saw it - I saw the trigger, and James no longer mattered in that moment. It was on the upper right of his chest. It was a large black and red biohazard symbol, about 6" wide. Not exactly subtle. I always love biohazard tattoos, scorpions, etc. I've seen them on many different people and being poz, I've been bred by and seeded many a guy with those sort of tattoos. Even considered getting one done on my skin. Though you usually see them on guys mid 30s and up. Usually tend to be more masculine or leather types. This trigger boy though, he would be lucky to have been 23. He's a unicorn, I thought. Poz at a young age, hairless, out and brazen about being poz. That would have been enough for me - though I'm forgetting a few things. He also had dark medium length straightened hair, nipple piercings, septum and a cutesy little lip piercing. Those are some of my other triggers, so really this boy was at least a triple trigger boy. Man, I just had to have him, or at least give it a red hot go. I said a few words to James, my wingman and he left work stories behind and swung into immediate action. You see, James and I have a routine we have used and tweaked over time. When one of us is interested in someone, the other will order two drinks at the bar and on the way back they'll stop and approach the mark. They'll approach them with a quiet confidence bordering on full on extroversion (we're both introverts). The mark will think that they're being hit on. They are, though not how they think. So in this example James went up to trigger boy and introduced himself loudly then said quietly that his friend, ie. me was wanting to strike up the courage to go and talk to him, but I'm a shy type, and not only that, though I also though the guy was way outside of my league. I'll be looking awkwardly at the floor or wall in the distance when James points me out. When I "accidentally" lock eye contact with the mark such as trigger boy I'll look away in a panic, and to make it even better I've become good at blushing on cue. This routine would have have mixed results if I was an overweight dorky guy. Don't get me wrong, I used to be one. Though I am now pretty ripped in the upper body, most shirts tend to be skin tight, and I'm 6'3" tall so I'm hard to miss. I don't want to sound too egotistical though I've been told I look pretty studly too with good cheek bones. Anyway, this isn't about me, this is about trigger boy. The point is I have some good appeal, which a lot of guys are jealous of. It's actually a nuisance because too many guys are afraid of approaching me thinking I'm out of their league. Fuck that. I'm a slut, I love to fuck, not to be pretentious. James returned to me with the drinks and he said "we've got a live one here". Hook, line, and sinker. Now all there is to do but wait. I knew trigger was keen from what James said, but really, fuck me dead! 7min and 30secs until Trigger meandered his way across the venue to me. How do I know the timing? We'll when trigger boy looked over to me while James spoke with him I discretely hit the start button on my watch's stopwatch. Weird? Maybe. We've gotten a little competitive at this routine. Still this was one of the best response times ever. His name was Corey. Trigger boy had wandered over and introduced himself. In keeping with my routine I was inconsistent with eye contact and stammered a little when I had courteously replied with "Nice to meet you Corey. I'm Michael." Wingman James "spotted" a friend and went over to talk to them, to leave Corey and I together. We talked about a few things like what we did for work. Him being at least a decade my junior I had wanted to roll my eyes when he told me he was a barista in one of those hipster cafes in the grungy alternative part of the city. "Of course you are a hip barista", I thought to myself. He seemed impressed or intimidated when I told him I worked for a Fortune 500 as a Project Manager. I let him know it wasn't that big a deal and that I actually would rather I could dress more like him and less like the corporate drone I seem to have become. Anyway, what matters for the task at hand is that I'm far more kinky and slutty than my suit or day job would make me out to be. It was funny though, he had this slightly bold "out there" look, though talking to him he clearly had a huge amount of innocence and naivety. It took me a while to get to the point, though I needed to show genuine interest in trigger boy and not be creepy. I asked the question, "so, does that mean you're a biohazard?" as I pointed at the big biohazard tattoo on his chest with a smile on my face. Corey replied, "Haha yeah man, since way back! Biohazard is easily my favourite band. Fan for life, 100%." Corey had the proudest shit-eating grin showing. I had to quickly get on track to pretend I wasn't thrown by his answer, and I also had to adjust my posture so that my newly semi-erect cock wouldn't show. I mean he's NOT poz, but he's got a biozahard tattoo! Also, he's super cute with piercings and a perky butt and sparkling youthful eyes. I've helped a few guys make a positive change in their lives, in my time. I suspect this boy will be extra special, though.

He is a fucking aging queen. That is about the only way anyone could every describe our host for the evening. Charles,the oldest of the assembled homo hoard, is full of queer BS stories. By that I mean "before Stonewall". We like Ike was a popular saying during the era Charles first learned he liked Dick. (Note to you young guys...Stonewall was a NYC queer bar and kind of ground zero for much of the "out" in the open part of gay rights activism after a riot there in the late '60's got national attention. Ike is Dwight Eisenhower---general and president. Dick is that fleshy shaft that feels so good in your ass). Those of us who know him often use the terms Lady Charles or Lady C in reference to that swishy old fag. No doubt, many of our fem tended brothers have some swish, but Charles damned swish is legendary. Lady C perfected the are of "beauty in all things" long before that became a near stereotype gay attribute. His home, his clothes, his car, his lawn and his business are all near perfect all the time. With the lisp of a Truman Capote wanna be, the good lady is an arch-type old school fag. Several things are great about our senior friend, he is hung like a horse (well maybe a small pony), he has more anal and genital warts than I have ever seen on a man and he LOVE gono. If anyone wants to sample the clap, Charles is usually a good source. Trey was a bit slow in returning to the scene of his presumed POZZING. In fact, I was being to wonder if he was done for the night. Charles was swishing too and fro, fretting about not getting his chance to fuck the kid. I was still hoping to catch a load, but with the black boys spent, Dave in serious lust after Trey and Lady C in a pre-fuck tizzy, Ray and his perverted weird ass fucking pyramid cock was my only hope at the moment. But, shit, all Ray wanted was something to eat and a Mountain Dew. Even though his fucked up pecker was a full staff, he seemed oblivious to the scent of men fucking. My throbbing ass needed a dick bad, but it was not happening. Lady C was on about his third bottle of hand sanitizer when our new grad stumbled back to the bed. Trey laughed a bit as he hollered: "NEXT" and went ass up on the bed. Charles warted up cock was waving proudly as he started rimming his target. I chuckled some as I though about how often that old nelly had sanitized his hands. He had gotten knocked up at the infamous Cheshire Bridge Hotel in Atlanta a decade a go. His longtime boyfriend left him. Since then he has had about every dick or blood shared STD possible, maybe even some he fucking made up. As I mentioned, he liked gono and was always drooling a bit of the nasty pus most of the time. So with very clean hands and a very sick pus-dripping knotted up cock, he was preparing the kids ass for one more POZ cock. Perhaps it is a bit hard to imagine a swishy queen top, but if you can, that was Lady C. How he can swish and fuck at the same time is beyond me, but that is him. The most remarkable about the 6 fuck of the night for Trey is that it was largely unremarkable. Other than the queenly presence in his ass, the fuck was about as vanilla as possible. At times, it was hard to tell if they were fuckign or sleeping. They fucked (sort of) in silence for a bit until the Lady C simply said:, " there it is" and promptly pulled out that gnarly meat and slid off the kid's ass. Hell, with a fuck like that the boy might start liking pussy---'cause that was not a real man fuck at all. But it was POZ cock 6 and an extra measure of gono and herpes thrown in, so the gift was a good one despite being somewhat bland in function. We were all just kind of sitting there wondering what to do next. Six times the kid had taken a POZ load and now what. In a surprise move, Trey "sprang" into action and was trying to woo Dave back into the bed. No doubt, those two were have a great connection and Trey wanted more. He wanted to fuck Dave's fine ass. His cock was pointing at his own chin (damn I remember those days and all that glorious testosterone). We all kind of gave them space and let them fuck as lovers not as part of a POZ party fetish fuck. Just as Trey got his lightly used cock fed into the redheads ass, there was a timid knock on the door. I knew who it was, and I am sure Dave did too, but he was in full bottom mode and enjoying the inexperienced thrusting of his young top. As the perfect host should, Lady C swished to the door and opened it wide. As expected, there stood what might be the world oldest goth dude. Dressed fully in black, black finger nail polish and ghostly white make up, Doug makes for a strange sight. His long hair hangs well below his shoulders. He moves with an easy gait, but more as a spirit than a man. Most of the guys recognized our new visitor and welcomed. Doug is the local "herb man" and is recognized for his superb cultivation of mountain grown weed. But as the night was a substance free event, Doug's other attribute was to be a capstone on the night. He is nearing 70 and has been POZ since he got knocked up in the early '80's. He survived the dark days of the AIDS crisis only after a few brushes with death as he developed full onset AIDS. Later, the new medications restored most of his health and he enjoyed live as a skilled herb peddler and part time metal guitarist. Doug made the decision that when he went on social security, he would go off of the meds. Now he was a unicorn, that mythical, seldom seen holy grail of queer fucking---a full on AIDSBONE. Dave had invited him, but we all knew Doug to be very skittish. It was something of a surprise the man in black showed up. I suppose you may have guessed, I had known Doug a long time. We never fucked until after I converted, but damn, it was hot taking an honest AIDS cock. Knowing his strain dated to the earliest days of what we know as HIV+ infection, it was not only a great fuck, but a emotional cock ride as well. Doug's tool is something more than average, but not much more. He needs the Pfizer Riser blue pill to get to full fuck mode, but it is a nice dick when he does. I have had a dozen or so doses of that precious and rare pecker juice and basked in an AID-induced glow with each one. He is not a real gifted at heart, but Dave convinced him of the importance of this fuck night. I guess I need to add that Doug and Dave are father and son. No, not the fetishized daddy kink of much gay porn, but real honest to goodness father and son. I had gotten fucked by both of them before I really learned of that connection. In so many ways, they are different as any two homos can be. But at heart they both love fag sex and appreciate being POZ. On a couple occasions, I have been spit-roasted by that daddy/boy team and loved getting their family strain in both my fuck holes at the same time. Talk around the queer community is that Doug POZZED his own kid on the son's 18th birthday. I knew that they had fucked a lot and for many, many years so I expected it could be true. When I asked Doug about it, all I got was a bright twinkle in those sunken eyes. His wasting condition makes his face drawn and gaunt, but his eyes lit up when I asked. Perhaps that is why Dave was successful in getting his old man show up and fuck Trey. Lady C ushered Doug into the fuck room with all the embellishment he could muster. I though it might be a bit awkward a Trey was still trying to bust a nut in Doug's cute son. Doug never hesitated, he just came in and stripped, ready to fuck. The effect of the Viagra was apparent, as that old AIDBONE was a rigid as the cock pumping his kid's ass. Dave looked over at his Papa and said, "hey Pops, glad you could cum, Trey is the guy fucking me, he will be done in a minute.". A few minutes of PORN inspired thrusting and contorted motions later, Trey let out a war whoop and cream pied that beautiful ass. Doug was a bit slow and deliberate. He asked Trey if he really wanted that joyful juice that only an AIDBONE can provide. Doug talked some about the generations of queers, past present and future who were all united by that creamy delight. He mentioned how Trey had been filled with a fresh strain (mine, I am just 6 months POZ) and now would be filled with a strain from the near beginning of the disease as we know it. Doug described it as the ALPHA and OMEGA, the beginning and the end of the adventure of being a knocked up homo. He continued on that note describing to Trey that this night was Trey's own alpha experience, the night the bug would invade and attack his immune system. And, as Trey progressed into full on AIDS, he too would have his OMEGA moment, his beginning and end connected by the cum rammed deep this very night. Trey (and the rest of us) were so horned up by that short speech, it is a wonder we did not have a synchronized group orgasm. No more words were spoken as Trey rolled onto his back once more and thrush his legs towards the ceiling. With the polished moves of an experienced and skilled top man, Doug mounted the beginner and split his cum filled ass with the kid's first AIDSBONE. They enthusiastic fucked for a half hour. Doug's skill at using leverage and position helped him fuck like a man one third his age. Trey squealed and groaned in pleasure and that death stick massaged his prostrate. All too soon, Doug erupted in ecstasy and another load was capture in the pooched out honey hole of a young queer. They remained couple for a bit, as if to make sure each and every copy of the AIDS virus drained from Doug's balls into that boy-cunt. Trey seemed serous as he said, "fuck, if I was not POZ already, that fuck knocked me up". He will never know which cock did him, if any, but he had the experience of a lifetime....and still has a lifetime of wild fucking ahead of him. Lady C had the last honor of the evening. We had purchased a huge butt plug for the occasion. It is glass and near the size of a coffee cup. I have one like it and it takes me significant effort to get it into place. But this night, Charles was to drive that glass punisher into Trey's cum filled ass. We wanted him to have the experience of enjoying all that cum, all that sperm and all those copies of our various strains of the bug, for as long as possible. After a few too many hugs, kisses and best wishes, Trey was off into the early morning darkness. His odd gait announcing the prolonged fucking he had just endured. Everyone of us has done that skank walk as only a cum filled fag can. Now Trey, was officially one of us.

I found myself hoping that Trey's first experience with Carl's unworldly fuck tool would mimic what I felt my first time. Tall, slender and very professional, Carl looks every bit the the college professor he is. His shaved head and neatly trimmed beard accent his imposing manliness. His proud African heritage shines as brilliantly as the sheen of his flawless ebony skin. No bullshit, I love black men and black men have been a huge part of my own queer experience. I seem to be a bit OCD and have pretty good records of the cocks that I have enjoyed. Over 60% of the cum ever shot in my ass came from a black cock. Even though I have appreciated many great men of color, Carl stands out. Most would notice his intense skin color. It is a black not often seen and it seems to radiate the light from his soul. Those who get to know him understand he is a beautiful man, a thoughtful lover and above all else, a proud black gay man. When he fucks, his beautiful soul and beautiful body combine to give his bottom an ass splitting they will long cherish. I could tell as soon as Trey caught sight of that incredible mound of meat swinging between Carl's massive thighs, he would be enthralled. No matter how good the cock had been in Trey's short queer career, he was in for the fucking of his young life. The scent of Carl's cologne and the sight of that shimmering black fuck stick was turning me on quickly. My own ass quivered and twiched as I recalled the times I was under that man. I will never be certain, but I know in my own heart that is the cock that bred the virus into my DNA. If I could only have one more cock in my life, it would be the one starting to inch into Trey's manhole. Carl slowly fed that legendary dick into the enthusiastic chaser. I watched closely for any signs from Trey. I wanted to know what he was feeling, if he knew how good the cock was, if he appreciated getting a cock most men would die for. I know Trey did not see it, but as that sheath rolled back to reveal the grand uncut cock head, there was a flash of sliver. Carl's 00 Prince Albert shown brightly in contrast to the bulbous, glistening black man meat. As that huge dick and equally large piercing plunged deeper, Trey's ass would be ripped and fucked like he had yet to experience. Gentle, loving Carl was going to tear the boy's ass into fucking shreds. A master at his craft, Carl slowly inched that brightly festooned monster dick into the little sluts tender hole. Suddenly Trey's eyes flashed wide open as a shocked look betrayed his "i can take any cock attitude". He was feeling the roughed up cock jewelry carve into his very gut. Just as quickly, he closed his eyes and rolled his head from side to side. As Carl and his magic peter took Trey to a new level of anal ecstasy. Carl was opening the door to asshole pleasures that will last the boy a lifetime. Carl is very vocal when he fucks. Even more so when it is a gifting situation. I know the words he spoke the night I think he converted me still echo in my memories. With something of a younger Morgan Freeman voice, when you are under his sex-spell, you can imagine being ravished my the god of all fuck gods. With some care and effort, he finally got that snake all the way in Trey. Gently he started rocking and then started talking. "White boy", he growled, " I am gonna knock your ass up RIGHT FUCKING NOW". Trey was silent. As he jacked up the rhythm, he continued; " White boy, can you feel that stainless ring slicing into your gut?". Followed by: "White boy, that is so my fucking seed can quickly enter your lily white ass and turn you POZ." Then he softened a bit and more quietly explained to Trey;. "with my cock and with my cum I am going to connect you to the POZ fags past present and future. Sharing this fluid, this cum, this virus is what you were born to. I am proud to help you achieve your faggot defined destiny". Trey was still silent and somewhat still as the intensity of the massive, black thrusts multiplied. Damn, I knew what that felt like, I knew just how fucking good it felt, andI knew that it was one fucking good way to get a white boy seriously knocked up. Trey seemed to move into some sort of trance as he became more responsive to the exquisite fucking taking place in his ass. I think each of the nude faggots...watching and stroking our own cocks knew what he was doing. Trey had achieved the zone of semi-conscience rapture where you become the fuck. It is no longer two queers embracing, it is two power sources combining into a white-hot explosion of passion reaction. My first POZ on POZ fuck (thanks to the very same black cock) was the most open and flowing fuck of my life. And this little twink was getting that same mind altering fuck as a commemoration of completing high school. Deeper into that alter state, Trey became loud, vocal and demanding. He begged and pleaded with Carl. He whimpered, laughed, cried and demanded. He wanted Carl's demon seed and he wanted it soon. The voice coming from that boy sounded older, wiser and mature. He was getting fucked like a real man and he was loving it. Carl kept ramping up the intensity of his pelvic pushing. In spite of the demands coming from the receptive partner, Carl was clearly in charge. With simple changes in his legs or movement of his torso, he caused Trey to contort and writhe out of control. Trey was a man possessed, but his demon was not a spirit, it was the living flesh of a master top. Carl started getting into his finishing groove. He snorted and bellowed as he rammed that cock harder and deeper. Each of his bellows and thrusts were matched by joyful pleasure moans from the well fucked kid. From my vantage point, I could tell the kid was clamping his ass onto that massive dick as if he could save that moment forever. NOTE: the following quotes are directly from Carl. Some may find them offensive, but they are his own words. I have his permission to quote him as directly as possible. Carl started talking. His words were familiar to me, but new to Trey. "Boy", he hissed thought clenched jaws, " you are gonna take my nigger seed and you are gonna be fucked up. When I finally pull out my black cock, your ass will be POZ. Are you fucking ready?". Trey had no time to answer. That black man ratcheted his powerful fuck into full speed. His nostrils flared and he inhaled deeply. The intensity in his brown eyes was only match by the transfixed look on Trey's face. And just like that, he erupted in a gush of tainted cum and drove that load even deeper into the puckered shit chute. Trey was still shaking and gasping in passion when Carl suddenly pulled his semi-erect cock out. Just as suddenly he thrust it against Trey's closed lips. Without a word spoken, the ass to mouth session from earlier was repeated. Trey wasted on time in licking every drop of cum, blood and ass juice from the still convulsing cock. Before our eyes the boy was transcending boyhood behavior and was becoming a well seasoned cum slut. I was so enthralled in that amazing scene, I had not noticed the cock poking at my horny honey hole. But, as I refocused, I recognized that toadstool head on Jony's cock. Damn, I needed fucked and that huge mushroom head was gonna feel great. Without a word being spoken or additional touch, I backed onto that dick like a man possessed. With surprising easy and no lube, I took that Dominican dick balls deep in one push. "Fuck me, Jony, Fuck me" was the most eloquent thing I could say. We quickly synced our thrusting and I enjoyed a familiar cock. Just as I noticed as he fucked Trey, Johny is a great top and I always enjoy him and his brown dick. Carl had gotten off the bed to give Trey a break. He saw Jony pounding my ass and strode to us. He spoke directly to Jony: " nigger, you know I knocked up that honkey ass months ago. Your black cock is too little too late". Then they both laughed like it was the most funny joke in the world. All I could do was to moan for Jony to fuck me harder. In just a bit, Carl spoke again. "Jony", he snarled, " you call that a fucking? it looks like you are just teasing that ass-pussy". Almost without a breath he added, "let me show you how a real nigger fucks". Damn, I was gonna get that other black cock and get it now. Jony pulled out abruptly, looked at Carl and purred "show me what you can do stud". Fuck, I thought, these two stallions are gonna fight over who fucks my ass, I must be something damned special. Not sure if it was shock or disappointment, but in a flash Carl bent Jony over the arm of a chair and rammed his cock, lubed only with a small wad of spit deep into that Caribbean ass. Fuck, don't do him, I want that meat were the words pulsing in my brain. But I watched in awe as those two dark skinned men began fucking like they meant it. No doubt, those two had fucked before. I had never seen Jony take a cock, but he was taking up the ass like a Pro. Jony, the source of so many long hard fucks for many local guys was now begging for Carl to tear up his ass. Carl and that deadly piercing complied. All too soon Carl shot his wad and withdrew his cum covered, bloody meat. They exchanged places and that master top was soon cooing like a baby as he took a had fucking from Jony. Watching those two skilled and loving black men merge into one sex beast drew all attention away from the recent graduate. I had a death grip on my own dribbling dick as I proved from the side lines, still wishing one of those cocks was in my ass. Anyone want another chapter. Two more guys fucked Trey that night. One with two twists that still have me boned up bad.

Part 3 As we drove I reached over and pulled his underwear down, exposing his still hard cock. I admit I was impressed he didn't have Tina dick, at least not yet. I looked at his nakedness in the bright light. He was completely smooth except for his pubes. His face was flushed from the drugs, but it too was baby smooth, making him look younger than 18. He still had some baby fat on him which made me smile. He wouldn't have that too much longer after I turned him into my personal Tina slut. "Play with yourself," I ordered him. "I wanna watch you, but don't cum!" He obediently stroked his little dick, oblivious to the vehicles around us that could see him. I liked how obedient he was! This boy was a prize! In about 20 minutes we pulled into the driveway of his house, a big one that even had pillars in front. It made me think of a plantation house in the south, and I laughed to myself thinking that this time, I was the master! I pulled the Escalade into the garage and we went into the house. Yea these people had money. There was even a pool in the back, with a high privacy fence all around it. Perfect. I noticed a very well stocked bar and helped myself to some very nice scotch. "So why didn't you go on vacation with your family?" I asked. "Fuck them!" He said, flopping on the couch. "They don't give a shit about me. They were happy to leave me behind. Mom's a drunk, and dad's a lawyer. I'm just in the way." Awww, a poor little rich white boy with family issues. Fuckin putty in my hands! "Don't worry baby boy," I said, laying my body on top of his, "Jesse's gonna take care of you." I started kissing him again and he sucked my tongue into his mouth like a hungry pig. My little pig. I took out my pipe and a baggie and loaded a big load. I gave Blake the pipe and told him to hit it. He eagerly sucked in a big hit, exhaling a large, white cloud. "Again." I told him. He hit it two more times before I took it away. "You like that, don't you?" I asked. "Mmmmmm yea." "I got something else you'll like even more." "What's that?" he asked eagerly. "Lets go upstairs and I'll show you." We went up and I found his parents bedroom. I guided him in and pushed him on their bed. He didn't even object. I pulled off my shirt and pulled down my jeans, freeing my semi hard cock. Blake's eyes got real big as he looked at my monster. What really caught his eye was my big P.A. "You ever see one of those?" I asked. He just shook his head no. "They feel extra good." I lied, knowing it was going to tear his sweet hole to shreds. But I was about to get him so fucked up he would be begging for the sweet torture he was about to get. I took my little case out of my pants and pulled out a rubber tube and wrapped it around his arm. "What's that for?" he asked. "Shhhh." I said placing a finger on his lips. "This is the extra special treat. Just trust me." He didn't say another word as I swabbed his arm, he just watched my dick get bigger. Fucking up white boy's made my dick hard. As I stuck the needle into his vein, my cock reached full hardness. I slowly pushed the plunger as my full, fat 11 inches throbbed, ready to forever change Blake's life. I pulled out the needle and released the band. Blake fell back on the bed coughing and I moved like a lion attacking. I grabbed his legs and pushed them back, and before he could comprehend what was happening, I slammed my big, black monster into his cum filled hole, forcing all 11, fat inches into him, balls deep in one thrust. Blake howeled as he was ripped open like never before, and I didn't give the kid a chance to adjust before I was pounding him mercilessly. Over and over I slammed him as hard and deep as I could, digging my P.A. into his guts. Frothy pink cum oozed out of his hole as I shredded his insides, making him forever my bitch. Soon he was moaning instead of screaming as I deep dicked his ruined hole. His head rolled from side to side as he babbled incoherently. "Fuck yea you stupid punk!" I yelled at him as I raped him. "You fuckin take that nigger cock! You're my fuckin whore now! I'll fuckin use you and sell your cunt! You fucking worthless piece of shit! Stupid fuckin white kid pickin up niggahs! Yous a niggah whore now faggot! Say goodbye to your old life!" I kept up the verbal asault as I broke him, physically and mentally. I called him every filthy name I could think of as I told him his new position in life. Soon I was ready to fill him with my seed. "Here you go slut! Take my fuckin load! You fucking niggah cumdump!" I yelled as I pumped my cum into his ripped insides. "This is what you are now bitch. I own you! You gonna make me some money!" I pulled my spent cock out of his bloody cunt as he softly cried to himself. "Shut up bitch and clean off your Masters cock, you worthless pig!" He opened his mouth and took my messy cock into it, cleaning off the mess like a good bitch. When he was done I grabbed my phone and started making some calls.

PNP, fisting, big black cock - rinse, repeat!!! My favorite routine at the baths - nuthin' like gettin' plowed by a huge cock after bein' opened by a fist - an' the T just makes you hungry, hungry, hungry!

I've been either fucked in the ass (always bareback) or in the mouth by well over 1,000 men on camera alone. IF I counted all the men I've had sex with off camera it gets up into several thousand. I really racked up the numbers over a number of year where I made it my daily goal to get off no less than 20 men per day. I met that goal for several years by spending many hours at glory holes where I'd often suck off or let seed my ass, one total stranger after another for hours on end. You've probably seen photos or video of me being used on line. Take a look at my private blog to see if you recognize me. I'm a real slut and most of the time I'm really proud of that fact. (crazy huh?) The sorta unusual thing is that I did all this while making everyone who knew me think that I was totally straight. Now that they've seen me being fucked on line, no t a single old friend will even speak to me. Some friends huh? I'm bisexual but crave sucking cum from hard cock more than anything else on Earth. I especialy LOVE big, black cocks. My blog has pages that show what I did for a living (my day job if you will) and links to my Facebook pages and more. http://faggotcocksucker.blogspot.com/

Well after all I am an older guy , came out back in the sixties and went through the seventies and eighties when a guy got bred more than a couple times a night as the main form of social interaction. I would guess I reached this milestone somewhere around age 30 when I was a regular fixture at the Mine Shaft. I have probably had another thousand since then all but three of them raw!

Part 7 Jason brought a rollaway cot and had Scott restrained on his belly and once that was done he and Bear, Jayden and Ben each got their bottom boys rigs ready by first slamming about a third of the fullest rigs they have ever seen and then after releasing their tourniquets pulling back on the plungers to fill them with their positive blood. Bobby and Greg had anxious looks on their faces as they have both fantasized about getting tied up and slammed with poz blood and tina. Bobby had asked if they could restrain him completely and gag him to add to his fantasy and Jayden was happy to and told the others to do the same to their bottoms. Timmy and Scott looked at each other and both saw fear and panic and when Scott tried to struggle that made Timmy even more scared and he started to struggle too. “It looks like Scott and Timmy are having second thoughts” said Hank Jayden laughed and said, ”good thing they can’t move then” Jason looked at Scott and told him to relax as he put his hand on his chest and told him it will all be better soon, you and Timmy are going to be free. Scott and Timmy both settled down and Jason told everyone to find a vein and get ready as I want us to slam them all at the same time. Once everyone was all set Jason told them to push as the mix of tina and blood started to enter the boys. Jayden told Ben that since Timmy had just been slammed he should take most of this himself and only give Timmy a little more Tina plus of course your virus. Ben nodded but he knew what Jayden was doing as once he was rushing on such a huge hit he would lose his hardon and beg for cock and Jayden liked to put Ben in his place. Ben didn’t care but he did want to cum in Timmy so he hoped the rush helped him shoot before he had to stop pretending he was a top and take his place with the rest of the boys. As each needle was removed Phil, Brian and Hank wiped clean each boy’s arm as the tops were already plowing their boys. All around you could hear the bottoms cough and grunt then over the next few minutes all you could hear was flesh slapping and the boys moaning. Ben started pounded Timmy like a madman hoping the friction would keep him hard and Timmy was grunting as he wasn’t yet use to such a pounding and didn’t expect it from his buddy. Jayden called over to Ben and taunted him to see if he could stay hard long enough to breed Timmy and Ben could only moan in reply. Ben’s rush was hitting him so hard and he wanted to switch places with Timmy so bad but just then Brian, Hank and Phil came to his rescue. Brian slid up Ben’s ass as Hank grabbed his tits and Phil pulled Ben’s face to the side and shoved his tongue in his mouth. Ben was lost in the pleasure he felt and started to fuck Timmy even faster and harder as that could Brian’s cock in his ass to go just as fast and hard and in under a minute he starter to scream as he filled Timmy with his load. The guys helped Ben to the floor and Brian started fucking him again as Hank took position to enter Timmy. Jayden smiled as he watched Ben and once Ben was being fucked Jayden turned his attention back to Bobby. He removed his gag and yelled for everyone else to do so also so that they could hear the boys begging. He then looked back into Bobby’s eyes and called him a slut and told him tonight he would never forget as started to get his fingers into Bobby at the same time he kept fucking him. Bobby started to beg to be stretched more and Jayden told him that he wasn’t going to stop until he could get both hands inside of him and then shoved two more fingers into the boy and at that Bobby’s eyes rolled back and his cock while still soft started to shoot off. Jayden announced that his bitch was cumming from getting his hole destroyed. Jason was going easy on Scott and asked him how he was going. “Oh god, Jason, I feel so good. I didn’t know it would feel so good. Wow, faster and harder.” “Yeah, that’s a good boy. You may be Timmy’s Daddy but you’re now my subby and I plan on getting you in my sling many times. I want to have a party where everyone is a top except you and Timmy and you can both get fucked and bred dozens of times. Do you want that Scottie boy?” “Fuck yeah, I want it now. Call me Scottie boy again!” “Oh little Scottie boy loves being my boy, don’t you? I bet you want to call me Daddy too” “Daddy, Daddy harder please” “Oh Scottie boy we are going to have so much fun” Bear told Greg to get ready for his first load and then slammed into the boy all the way and held him tight as his club shoot deep into him. He bent down and kissed Greg and told him that he was happy to have him as his son and told him when he gets the flu he should call him so that can celebrate. As Bear pulled out Phil was there to enter the boy next. Bear went over to Jason and said we need more tops for these boys or they’re gonna kill us, do you mind if I call a few friends. Now that the clubs are closing I know some guys that would love to join us. Jason told him to get as many as he could. Bear made two calls and twenty minutes later eight of his friends showed up and they enjoyed the fucked up bottoms that were all begging for their poz cum. One of the new guys asked is it ok to breed them with my toxic load and then they were all told that every one of the bottoms was converting tonight. The new guys gave the other tops a much needed break and the party went on. Around noontime the next day people started to leave and the party finally started to wind down. Jason passed out some pills that helped everyone left crash and soon the house was quiet again.

Part 2 Scott’s phone rang and he told the caller to hold and then asked Timmy if he knew how to use an enema and then told him to go into Scott’s bathroom and from the cabinet Scott took out his enema bottle and told Scott he should do it a few times until the water coming out of his ass was clear and then added do not touch your cock and I’ll be back in a few minutes to check on your progress. Timmy gave his goofy grin and nodded again. Scott stepped back outside onto the deck and started to talk into his phone. “Hey Greg you won’t believe it but I have Timmy in my bathroom cleaning out his ass getting ready to become my jock fuck boy” “Wow. you have been wanting him since the day you met and if I wasn’t already busy I’d ask to join you but I was calling to invite you to this party I’m at, shit, you should bring Timmy here!” “Where are you?” “My brother Jason’s house. We got Bobby his twink boyfriend of the month in the sling. We and a few of Jason’s friends have been fucking Bobby for the last hour but he’s getting worn out and Jason was going to slam him. You think you could get Timmy to get in the sling? Other than my brother most of us prefer a jock boy like him and it would be a great mix using both of them. Would you slam him?” “Slow down, Greg, let me think. I’ve already given him some G and I bumped him a little while ago and it has made him so hot but I bet a good slam would make a truly unforgettable night for him. Yeah we’ll be there in twenty minutes. Go ahead and slam the twink so Timmy can see what a real pussy boy in heat looks like.” “Fuck yeah, see you soon” Scott grabbed a few items and stuffed them into a gym bag and then walked into the bathroom and saw Timmy with his back to the door trying to fuck himself with the enema nozzle and knew this boy was gonna be so hot tonight. “Having fun?” “Yes, Sir” “Are you all clean yet?” “Yes, Sir I was just doing it one more time to make sure” “To make sure or because you like getting stuff up your ass?” “Yeah, Sir, I like it a lot, I don’t know why I haven’t been doing this for years, my ass feels so good right now” “That’s a good boy, you’re learning that you have a tight hot jock butt that needs to be played with. I bet right now you would be willing to never touch your cock again as long as your ass could get more action” “Yes, Sir. I don’t understand because I have jerked off at least three times a day since I was 12 but my dick isn’t even fully hard now and all I can think of now is your cock and my ass.” “Wipe your ass dry. We are going to go get your jock ass all the action it can handle tonight.” And Scott turned and left the bathroom leaving Timmy with a confused look on his face. Scott grabbed a jockstrap, a pair of gym shorts and tossed them on his bed as he then got himself dressed. Timmy still had the confused look seeing Scott get dressed but when Scott told him to put on the jockstrap and the shorts and he realized that was all he was going to be wearing the silly grin returned. “How did you get through all those locker rooms without ever being raped? Don’t answer, matter of fact stay quiet until I say and you can spend the time thinking about how good you feel right now knowing how much pleasure you brought to me already and how happy you are making me. You keep your jock body especially that ass in shape and stay a good boy I may decide to keep you forever. Here, wear my Red Sox cap. I like dressing you, get use to it.” Putting on Scott’s jockstrap and shorts and now his hat and hearing what Scott said sent Timmy to a level of happiness he didn’t know existed. He was nervous when Scott said they were going out but now he knew he would do anything Scott told him too. He thought about the fact that he even drank Scott’s piss and wondered when he could again. The drive only took a few minutes and Greg was waiting for them and couldn’t believe how hot Timmy the shy jock looked. Greg told Scott you better get him inside quick before someone rapes him on the street. Timmy wondered what all this rape talk was about. Was he really that hot and never knew it, he was happy to be out of his parents house so that he could finally get raped. As the thought hit his brain he got it, he wanted to be raped, he wanted Scott to do anything he wanted, he just needed him to do it soon. As they entered they could hear Bobby yelling to fuck him harder. Scott whispered to Timmy, that will be you begging soon. The silly grin reappeared although when they entered the play room his face lost all expression. The twink, Bobby, was being fucked by, Bear, a hairy 30 something who looked like he had a club between his legs. Another 30 something, Hank, was just pushing his cock into Bobby’s mouth and looking over at Greg, Scott and Timmy and told them to watch this bitch swallow as all nine inches disappeared into the boy’s mouth. Jason heard them enter and as he walked in the room, Timmy looked in awe. Jason is 6’2” 210 solid pounds, tanned, medium hairy, and eight very fat inches of fully erect ass destroyer leading the way. Jason and Scott already knew each but Scott introduced Timmy to Jason as all three watched Timmy still staring at Jason. Jason stepped right up to Timmy and pulled Timmy’s head to his and shoved his tongue into his mouth and gave him a very dominate and manly kiss that lasted only ten seconds but to Timmy was much much longer. Jason then told Scott to get himself and Timmy comfortable and he’d be right back and he and Greg walked away. Scott then told Timmy to take off his shorts as he started to undress as well. Scott then sat down but when Timmy tried to sit next to him Scott pointed to the floor in front of him and then his cock and Scott understood and got on his knees and starting sucking Scott. Scott told Timmy to just do as he says and you’ll have a great time and I know you want to get Jason’s cock in your mouth and I’m sure you will get all the cock you can handle and hopefully more. Jason and Greg carried in the fucking bench and Scott told Timmy they brought him a present but he didn’t know what it was so Scott led him over to it and asked Jason if he wanted to do the honors. Jason told Timmy to climb and showed him what to do and once he was in place Jason started to secure the restraints which made Timmy nervous and he looked back at Scott and started to say something when Scott interrupted him and Scott asked Jason if he would like to try Timmy’s mouth and now Timmy was happy again as he was completely restrained as Jason was telling Timmy how hot he looked right now. He rubbed his face as he slid into his throat. Without Timmy seeing Greg held up a point and Scott held up a finger letting him know to wait a minute. Scott stood next to Jason and agreed that Timmy was a very hot jock boy and so far today has made him very proud. Scott expected this to make Timmy happy and it did and Scott told Jason that Timmy was a good boy and would do what he said and then looking back at Timmy told him that tonight he would suck all of the men and be fucked by all of them and was he ready. Jason pulled out of his mouth and Timmy said I’m not sure I can take that nodding at Bear but Scott said look little Bobby can take it so you can too but you just need a little something to help you, you want something so that you can not only take Bear but beg for it and Timmy not understanding said Yes Sir help me so I’ll beg and then Scott nodded to Greg who strapped Timmy arm and before Timmy could even figure out what was happening Greg was finished. Timmy could feel something, then he couldn’t breath and then he coughed and started to fly. Scott grabbed Timmy’s face and asked how he felt now. “Oh Sir I feel strange and awesome” “Good boy soon you’ll start begging for cock” Greg dropped to his knees and started rimming the jock as Scott slid into Timmy’s mouth. Scott also twisted Timmy’s nipples making him groan and just a couple of minutes later Timmy wanted to say something and Scott pulled out and everyone heard Timmy scream: “I need to get fucked, please Sir will you fuck me” “Timmy I have been waiting since the moment we met to hear those words” And he walked around and took Timmy’s ass fast and hard. For the next ten minutes everyone watched as Scott fucked Timmy as hard as he could, he looked like a mad man. Timmy screamed for the first few minutes but eventually settled down and then started begging again to be fucked harder. Scott wanted to fuck longer but need to shoot into his boy and wanted to watch everyone else fuck Timmy too and soon let his orgasm take over as he roared to Timmy that he was now his bitch and his boy and that he loved him. Timmy was being fucked so hard his body didn’t know what to do and his dick started pissing and when Scott told him he was his bitch and boy and that he loved him he started cumming and screaming I love you Sir I am your bitch boy, I love you so much.

2. Greg I turned to Clint. "Head up and start to unpack?" I asked him. "Sure," he said. He led the way, this time taking the stairs rather than waiting for the still-busy elevators. I followed him, staring at his ass. The years he had played soccer had paid off. His ass was perfect, like two firm melons side by side. I wanted to bury my face in there, lick his hole until he was wet and moaning, and then sink my cock deep. But I forced myself to keep my hands off him. I had noticed him checking out a girl earlier, and besides, he was my roommate. Once in the room, I went straight for the fridge. "It's getting hot today. Want a beer?" "Sure," he said. He went to one of the shopping bags, and pulled out the fan he had bought. As we sipped our beers, he started to assemble it. "This should help a bit," he said, "for unpacking." My first target was the small duffle bag. There was a joint in there, and the afternoon was going to be much better if I had a proper buzz. "Share a joint?" I said, offering it to Clint for the first puff. "What is it?" he asked. "A joint. You know, pot." I wondered if he was really that naive. "Oh. Right." He looked a bit sheepish. "It would be my first time," he said. "That kind of stuff is illegal in the Mid-east. Like years in a hell-hole prison or death penalty illegal. But sure, I guess." At least he had a good excuse and wasn't going to be a prude about it. "Cool. It's good stuff, and since this is your first time, maybe just a bit? I'll go first; watch me." I lit the joint, and did a long draw. "Hold it for a bit," I continued, and then exhaled. I handed him the lit joint. He did a decent hit, and tried to hold it. But a few seconds later, he collapsed in a fit of coughing, exhaling it all. "Don't worry," I said. "That's what happens your first time. Even I still cough sometimes as well. Do one more hit," I said. He did another hit, this time he managed to avoid coughing for a few more seconds. He handed it back to me. "It's harsh," he said. "And I'm not feeling anything yet." "Give it a few minutes," I said. I went into my bedroom, and dug through the boxes. I found a small plate to use as an ashtray. Before I went back to the living room, I sent a quick text to Nathan. "He's a weed virgin. Probably virgin, period." Back in the living room, Clint had finished putting together the fan. He stuck it in the window and turned it on. "What do you think about the living room?" he asked me. We discussed various options and occasionally moved the sofa and tables around to see what it would look like. We continued to talk about ourselves. Clint asked me a lot of questions about Nathan, like what kind of photographer he was, how long he and Jason had been together, and how often we hung out. Clint seemed to find Nathan fascinating; I wondered if he had met many gay men as masculine and as comfortable as Nathan in Kuwait. Or even any out gay men at all. Although the fan helped some, soon, in the afternoon heat, we had worked up a bit of a sweat. Between the heat, the beer, and the weed, I wanted to get at least my shirt off. I offered Clint the joint again. "Take two hits, then pass it on. That's the tradition." He took two hits, and then handed it back to me. "Just a sec," he said, heading into the bathroom. While I waited for him, I texted Nathan. "Damn, it's hot. I want to take off my shirt," "If I were there, I'd take off you shirt. And your shorts," he replied back almost immediately "Yeah, whatever. I think you fascinate Clint. He's been asking me about you all afternoon," I texted back. The fan wasn't cutting it in the afternoon sun, so I gave in. I pulled off my shirt and tossed it into the corner. Right as I did, Clint stepped out of the bathroom. "Was getting too hot in here," I said, explaining my shirtless state. "No kidding. Back home, we usually just take a nap now." He pulled off his shirt as well. I tried not to stare at his nearly perfect torso. There was just the right amount of fat to smooth out the muscles, and the lightest dusting of dirty blond hair over his chest. There was a slightly thicker trail leading down from his navel into his shorts, perfectly framed by his cum gutters. He was saying something about another possible arrangement of the room, but I barely heard him. "Think that would work?" he asked. "Sure," I said. I had no idea what he had said, but I had to cover how I had been mentally undressing him. "Help me move this?" he asked, indicating the sofa. "Of course," I said. As he walked by me, he caught his foot on the edge of a rug. He stumbled, and instinctively, I reached out to grab him. I caught him but then immediately wished I had not. To catch him I had wrapped my arms around his chest and now his warm body was pressed against me. We were entangled like that for a moment too long, and I wanted to have never even tried. Then that long moment stretched out into a moment far, far too long. I had no idea how I was going to explain the moment to him that wouldn't end any possible friendship immediately. Clint smiled and his piercing grey-blue eyes sparkled in the afternoon sun. And then there wasn't enough time in the world to hold him properly. Almost simultaneously, we leaned in together to kiss. Both moving in at the same time, we totally missed each other and my cheek rubbed up against his chinstrap beard. It was softer than I expected. I wondered what it would feel like against my hole. Clint wrapped his arms around me and we tried the kiss again. This time our lips met perfectly and our tongues easily pressed into the other's mouth. I ceased to worry and enjoyed it. Slightly buzzed, slightly stoned, in the arms of a hot young man, my roommate, I was making out with him and I didn't want it to end. After our tongues spent long decades exploring each other's mouths, Clint broke off our kiss. In truth, the kiss had been less than a minute, but a minute that had changed everything. Although he had stopped kissing me, he made no move to unwrap his arms from me and I continued to hold him as well. "Hello," he said, finally. "Hello," I said. I leaned in again, and his lips parted for me. My tongue went back into his warm, welcoming mouth. It was another minute that felt like only a quick second. This time I had to break it off in order to breathe. "Yeah," Clint said. Then he kissed me once more. He pressed his firm, hard body against me. I felt his dick straining against his shorts. Mine was just as hard, and was leaking pre-cum into my underwear. This was all so easy. I didn't want any part of it to end. "Let's move the sofa. Then we can get on it?" Clint asked me. "Yeah," I said. Even though we had agreed on a plan of attack, it still took us several more minutes of making out before we were even ready to carry out our plans. Finally, we forced ourselves to separate long enough to move the couch. Once we had done that, Clint checked his phone, and laughed. "What?" I asked. I picked up my own phone, and saw there was a message from Nathan. "Go for it," it said. "Oh. I had texted Nathan that I thought you were hot. He just texted me back, 'Go for it.'" It was my turn to laugh. "I texted him the same thing. And he texted me back the same thing as well." Clint had started to peck away at his phone. "What are you telling Nathan?" "Too Late" "Excellent," I said. I quickly send the same message to Nathan. A few moments later, Clint's phone buzzed, then mine. "Good?" read the message from Nathan. I texted him back, "Very good. My first project." Clint got two more beers out of the fridge. Nathan texted me back, "That's my dark, dirty poz boy. Try 'Raw Love' in the DVDs I gave you" This time, Clint's phone didn't buzz. Clint handed a beer to me. "To college adventures. With a fucking hot man," I said. "Together," I added. "To adventures," Clint echoed. "With my sexy roommate." We clinked bottles, and then each took a sip. "You know Jason has done nude modeling, don't you?" "Yeah. Nathan's done it as well. And they've done stuff together too. Why?" "I lost track the number of times I've jerked off to Jason." "Ha," I said. "I've jerked off to their movies." "Movies?" he asked. "I've never seen those." "Yeah," I said. The black case Nathan had given me was lying on the coffee table. I opened it up; as I expected, there was a bottle of poppers, some lube, and some DVDs. The titles were scribbled in black pen on the plain DVDs. The first one was labeled "Raw Love." "You want to see one?" I asked. "I guess. Although it's only going to make me horny." "You're not already?" I asked. I ran my hand over his crotch. His cock was hard, straining against the shorts. It felt like it was a pretty big. I resisted the urge to pull off his shorts immediately. Instead, I stuck the DVD in my computer, and put the laptop on the coffee table. The screen went black, and then almost immediately, it was a scene of Jason and Nathan. They were sitting on a couch, both of them in jockstraps. They were talking; I turned up the volume a bit. They were talking about how long they had been together. Off screen an unseen cameraman asked them, "And always raw?" Jason nodded, and Nathan answered, "Always." With that, the two of them started to make out, slowly progressing to Jason licking Nathan's cock. Clint was sitting next to me on the couch; we were only half watching the video. Most of the time we were making out and exploring each other's bodies. His hair was amazingly soft and delicate. It wasn't just his beard but also his chest hair. I did my best to pace myself. I didn't want to strip him down too fast. On-screen, the action had progressed. Jason was sitting on Nathan's cock, the familiar thick shaft sliding into his smooth hole. Of course it was bareback; nothing had ever come between them. Clint noticed it. "No condoms?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "Bareback." "Is that safe?" "Nothing in life is completely safe," I said, hedging my bets. "Does Nathan have HIV?" he asked. "Yeah. He's poz." "Is Jason?" "Yeah." There was a much longer silence. Clint watched the screen. Jason was sliding up and down on Nathan's raw cock and the two men were kissing deeply. Finally, he spoke. "You?" Now it was my turn to be silent. "I don't know," I finally said. He might have been my first project, but I wanted to be honest with him. I had to be honest with him. After all, I was still going to live with him for the rest of the year. Clint ran his hand down my chest, coming to rest on my groin. He traced out the outline of my cock straining against my shorts. "Do you know how they got it? I mean, HIV?" "Yeah, Nathan told me the story on our trip." I pulled Clint closer to me and he pressed his body against mine. "Nathan got it from his first partner. And he gave it to Jason." Clint gave me a kiss on the neck. "They never used condoms." Clint gave me another kiss, this time on the lips. "I want you to fuck me," he said. "I want to fuck you." "It looks so easy. So hot. So..." He stopped talking, but his fingers continued to rub against my erection. "Intimate?" I asked. "Yeah. Intimate." "It is," I said. Yes, I wanted to fuck Clint raw to poz him up, but more than that, I had to fuck Clint raw in order to truly know him. A condom would only be a thin piece of rubber, but it would be the same as a thick stone wall between us. "You think it's going to be ok?" he asked me. "I don't know. But, our first college adventure? Together, like really together?" "Yeah," he said. I pushed him back on the sofa and got on top of him. We kissed again. Now, we were not quite as shy about it, and we enjoyed it to the fullest. Clint reached down and fumbled with the button and zipper on my shorts. Once he got them open, he pushed them down. I was left in just my underwear. I did the same to Clint. I was brave enough, or just horny enough to pull off both his shorts and his underwear at once. His cock was erect, and there was a bead of pre-cum at the tip. I rubbed my finger against it and scooped it up. I tasted it; it was sweet and salty and pure and perfect, all at the same time. Clint moaned as I fondled his shaft, spreading his legs and wiggling his ass in pleasure. I got off the couch just long enough to take off my own underwear. I then kneelt back down on the floor and wrestled Clint into position. His ass was hanging off the side of the sofa and I spread his legs in order to press my face into his crack. It was warm with just the right amount of fur and a little moist from the heat of the day and our exertions. My tongue sought out his tight hole. This immediately elicited a moan of pleasure from Clint. I proceeded to lick it, tease it, and was able to gently open him up. "Oh Greg," he grunted. "That feels amazing. Like nothing else I've ever felt." I took my time. I was pretty sure he was either a virgin or very inexperienced and he had to enjoy it. There was no need to rush either; it was still early in the afternoon, and our first orientation activity wouldn't begin for several hours. We could do this properly, do it slow, do it deep and long, and leave him desperate for more. I rimmed his hole for what seemed like hours, as he opened further up for me. When his hole seemed sufficiently relaxed, I began to play at it with my fingers. He moaned when my index finger first penetrated him. It was hard for me to fight back the urge to go straight for the kill. I was tempted by even just a hint of the warmth of his body around my finger. "This is good, isn't it?" he asked me. His face was a confused mess: simultaneously ecstatic at the new sensations his body was giving him, but also scared and unsure about where these explorations would lead him. "Very good," I said. My own cock was throbbing; a bead of pre-cum had formed at the tip. I scooped it up and pressed the finger into his hole. "Feel ok?" I asked, as the first of my dangerous fluids entered his body. "Fuck yeah," he said. I was still kneeling down in front of his hole. I watched his ass pull on my finger; it disappeared into his muscular butt. I had gone into sex with Nathan with my eyes wide open. I knew all of the dangers and risks of having sex without protection. I knew the dangers of having sex with a positive man. I wanted it. I wanted the Nathan and I wanted the virus he carried. But, I wasn't sure if Clint knew what he was getting himself into. Although I had only known him for a few hours, we already had something complex and wonderful. I didn't want to risk that by not telling him the entire truth. But also, I didn't want to jeopardize my chances to get inside him and feel my cock slide against that perfect muscle hole. I pulled my finger out and poured a bit of lube on his hole. My cock started to slide into his crack. Our eyes locked and then our lips locked together while our tongues explored each other's mouths. "I need to tell you something first," I said, breaking off the kiss. My cock was pressed up against his hole. "I want you inside me," he said. "Fuck, don't stop now." "It's important," I said. However, he was eagerly rubbing his ass against my cock and against my best intentions, I reached down and helped my cockhead just barely enter his hole. "No. This is important," he replied. "Important to me. Important to us." He wrapped his arms around me, and pulled himself against me. I was already hard, I was already wanting inside of him, and I was already perfectly positioned. His latest provocation was more than I could resist and I stopped trying to hold back. I let myself enter him. His hole was hot and tight and there was enough lube to let me slide into him. Any restraint in further penetration would require a serious effort on my part. "I need this so badly," he said, as my raw shaft slid into him ever further. I stopped trying to resist him. I took just enough time to pour some more lube on my shaft, enough to make it easy for him to take. Then, slowly and carefully, I pressed my fat rod into his tender hole. As I pressed further into him, his smile grew larger, deliriously happy to finally be getting what he had dreamt about and jerked off to for so long. When we were both used to my presence inside him, I stopped trying to open him up and began to fuck him properly. "You're so tight. So warm," I said, leaning in for another kiss. He wasn't as good as the other men, Nathan, Jason or Sean, but he was a virgin and still very much a novice in getting fucked. He was doing a great job; what he lacked in talent, he made up for in enthusiasm. Not until I was almost all the way inside him did he even wince. Even that was taken care of with me staying still for a few moments, letting him get used to me. "You're so hard. It feels so powerful inside of me." We continued to make out. All the while my cock dripped pre-cum into his innocent hole. Neither of us knew what my pre-cum was capable of. It was an ambiguous fluid: slippery, smooth, alive, and perhaps deadly as well. "What did you want to tell me?" he asked. By that time, my balls were slapping against his ass. I didn't know how to tell him any more. There were other things that were far more important now. "I'm going to cum soon," I said. "Do you want me to pull out?" "Do you want to pull out?" he responded. "No, I don't." "Then I don't want you pull out either." "But," I began, but before I could finish, he pulled me down for another kiss. For a moment, I stopped worrying; I just enjoyed his warm hole and his tight embrace. But, finally, I had to say something. "I've been having unprotected sex with guys who are positive." He was quiet for a moment, but made no effort to push me off of him, or force me out of his hole. "Nathan?" he asked. But he tightened his hole around my cock and squeezed out another few drops of pre-cum. I nodded. "You?" he continued. "Are you positive?" "I don't know." It was the truth. I wanted three things in my life at that moment. First, more than anything else, I wanted Clint. Second, I wanted to be poz. And third and finally, I wanted to share this precious gift with Clint. I couldn't imagine a world where I couldn't get all three of them. The two of us were still. I stopped thrusting into his body, and beneath me, he was motionless. Time slowed down while he tried to assimilate everything that I had told him and his own desires. Finally, he made another movement. He pulled me close against his body. His breath was hot against my ear "Don't pull out. Don't ever pull out," he said, in a barely audible whisper. "Are you sure?" I asked, whispering into Clint's ear, just as he had whispered into mine. I had talked a good game with Nathan, telling him how I wanted to poz up the hot guys in college. Now, with one naked and impaled on my raw cock, when I actually had the chance, the reality was a lot more difficult. I felt something warm and wet on my cheek. Before could Clint answer, I saw that he had tears in his eyes. "I really don't know. But this, this closeness, is what I always want. From the moment I saw you, I wanted it with you." We kissed again, his tongue entering my mouth. It came as a shock that I wanted this closeness just as badly as Clint did. My cock twitched in pleasure, glad that it had been granted permission to fulfill its evolutionary mission, it was going to get to shoot its hot load into a wet, accepting hole. "I can't hold back much longer," I moaned. Nathan had kept me on edge the entire week, and I had barely exhausted the reserves my balls had built up. Now, Clint was going to be the lucky recipient of these rich resources. I wished I knew for sure if my semen had the same deadly power as Nathan's, but for now, it was more than enough to have blanket permission to breed my roommate's hot hole. "Cum in me," Clint begged, and I did. The first spurt was thick, long spray of sperm that shot hard out of my engorged cock and landed deep into Clint's body. There was an immediate sense of relief, as the pressure that had built up in my balls was released. The next few spurts were longer and even more intense. I was dribbling my spunk all along the depth of Clint's hole, asserting my ownership of this fertile, virgin territory. "Fill me up, Greg," he asked me. I easily recognized that need in his voice. Just a few days ago, I had the same need when I was begging Nathan to fuck me. "Fucking fill me up every fucking day." "Every night and every morning, bro," I said, as I thrust back into him and another spurt shot out of my cock. I had shot a big load, and it was easy for me to feel my semen squishing around inside of him and against my cock. "You've got a fucking amazing ass." "Your cock feels great inside of me," he said. My orgasm was slowly fading. Although my immediate need for release had been satiated, my cock refused to soften. I continued to gently thrust in and out of Clint, working my load into his delicate tissues. I wanted my seed to stay with him and become a part of him forever. We made out, not saying anything, just feeling the naturalness of our skin-on-skin fuck. "First time?" I asked. There was that unique combination of timidity and eagerness to Clint that made me think he was still new at this. It was endearing and sweet: everything would be still new and wonderful for him. I found it easy for me to get caught up in his pleasure. "Yeah," he said, blushing. "It's a very different environment back home." "Don't worry," I said. "I'm glad I was here for it." "Me too," he said. He pulled me in for another kiss. "Really happy it was you. This is going to be a fun year," he continued. "Definitely," I said. "Fun few years." My cock was beginning to soften, and soon, it would fall out. "Have to pull out," I said. "You going to keep my load up there, Bro?" "Hell yeah," he said. I pulled out of Clint, doing my best to leave as much of my sperm inside of him as I could. Only a few drops escaped, and I pressed them back into him. He grunted in pleasure as my finger entered him, obviously glad to have something up his hole again. Clint's cock was still hard and the trail of fuzz running up to his navel was wet with his pre-cum. I took his cockhead into my mouth, running my tongue around and over it. His pre-cum was a perfect combination of sweet and salty, tempered with the innocence of youth. Even though I had licked it all up, I still wanted more. He sighed in pleasure and obliged my desires; his cock continued to drip a steady stream of his fluid. I worked my way down his shaft, swallowing every drop of it. I was nowhere near as good of a cocksucker as Nathan, but I didn't think I was that bad. I had managed to get all of him in my mouth with the head just pressing into my throat. Clint's dick was just the right size and shape to be big enough, but not so big as to be unwieldy. It was easy for me to alternate between long strokes down the length of the shaft and then shift to concentrating on his sensitive head. I kept this up for a few minutes. There was a pleasurable sense of submission in sucking Clint's cock; the school-yard taunt of "cocksucker" was now a badge of pride. I knew how good I was making Clint feel, and it made me happy as well. "I'm going to cum soon," Clint said. "Can I shoot in your mouth?" I couldn't say anything with my mouth full of cock, but I did my best to nod. I kept on sucking his hard shaft. "Oh fuck yeah," he said, thrusting his hips up and his cock into my mouth. In a pattern I was now very familiar with, his cock stiffened, swelled, and then his thick and rich cream erupted into my mouth. I didn't even try to taste the first spurt but swallowed it without thinking. It was an instinctive response; I wanted to always have a part of Clint in me and have something to remember him by. "Oh god," he moaned, as he continued to pump out his hot sperm. These were smaller and thus easier to savor before I swallowed them. He had a tasty load, and I could have swallowed it all night. Unfortunately, I was able to drain his balls far too soon and then he pulled me off his cock. "Too sensitive," he gasped, as one more drop of cum formed at the tip of his cock. I quickly licked it off before he could stop me. "I know the feeling," I said. I kissed him, letting him taste the sperm that was still in my mouth. We stayed lip-locked, catching out breath, and feeling our naked bodies pressed against each other. I think we could have been there all afternoon. Finally the DVD ended, and the music of the main menu started to distract us. "Shower?" I asked Clint, finally breaking off our make-out session. "Yeah," he said. "Now I just need to find a towel," I said, as I got up from kneeling in front of the couch. "I've got an extra," he said. "In the bathroom." "Cool," I said. "I'll find mine sooner or later." I surveyed the boxes and bags I still needed to unpack. This first weekend was already shaping up to be a pleasurable mix of weed, beer, and sex, with unpacking being very low on the list of our priorities. Clint headed into the bathroom, and I heard the water running soon after. I took a moment to quickly text Nathan about my first conquest before I followed him into our bathroom.

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

Yes. I was raped by two guys when I was 17 yo. and used to hate it. Then I met this Dominant Top guy who used to give me drugs to get me high so he can control me and fuck me as if he was raping me and now everytime I get hi, I tend to seek that kind of dominant/submissive sex.