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Returned to my local sauna after quite a break, owing to busy work commitments outside London. I had an amazing time, little of it spent in the darkroom, because I became mister popular for some reason this afternoon and kept being invited to go into private rooms. The least successful was the first time by someone who only wanted mutual oral. After that I had some amazing flip-flop seasons and a good seeding. The next three inviters were all of Asian/middle eastern extraction. The first one enjoyed both giving and receiving but insisted on a condom, whilst I began fucking him. But he started enjoying things so much that I got him to fuck me bareback, sadly he ended up spraying his seed over my chest rather than inside me. But after that I got to return the favour and this time entered him bare, there was no pulling out with me! After a quick shower to refresh myself and having been drained of good seed, I went back into the empty darkroom and sat on the bench offering my backside for all to take! To my surprise another Asian guy came in and started feeling my arse and pressing his nice but relatively small cock against my crack. He too invited me to a private room almost immediately. This time there was no flip-flopping between us, after getting his cock ready and applying lube to both his cock and my arse. He pushed my legs up into the air so he could enter me bare. I sniffed poppers to help accommodate his thrustings, It didn’t take him very long in his excitement to suddenly push in hard, hold his position and let his spunk fill me up! Oddly, he apologised for doing so, whereas I was grateful for the seed! Another shower and then I returned upstairs. I saw another Asian guy in one of the cubicles, lying on his back ready for a good fuck. This was the first time I’d taken the courage to enter the room of someone in this position. I lubed up and wanked my cock into full erection before entering him bare. I thrust in vigorously without coming to climax, presumably still drained from my previous efforts. I went back into the darkroom, which had a few assembled men feeling up each other and generally barring one's way into the back. I joined the fray, but another guy singled me out. He had a great thick dick and once again I was invited into a private cubicle. This time was especially passionate and frantic with much flip-flopping between us. No question about condoms, pure, raw bareback sex. At one point it looked like he was going to come over me, I didn't want a repeat of the earlier encounter, so when he seemed to be nearing climax, I climbed back on top of him, so he could squirt his seed right into my guts. I then returned to fucking him, building up a good pace before releasing my sperm inside his bare hole. This was one amazing session. I've no idea why I was in such demand, but it was delightful.

Hey guys. I think I'm focusing on developing new stories. Not every story needs to be a multi-chapter event. It's also hard to pick up a story months or even years later. There would inevitably be a disconnect in the narrative. Thanks for understanding.

Charlie led me through the house, and up a flight of stairs. At the top step, he reached for my cock and jerked it a few times. “I want you to be ready to jump into whatever action we find. I'm sure Tony will be teaching your boyfriend a few things about being on our team.” We walked past a few closed doors, and then stopped at one that was cracked open. “Take a peek,” Charlie whispered, as he licked my ear. “I'm sure you'll like what you see.” In the dim light of the bedside table, I could see two bodies on the bed. I knew immediately that it was Tony and my virgin boyfriend, Joe. Tony was sitting up, leaning against the headboard as my boy's head was bobbing up and down on his dick. Charlie creaked the door open. Tony noticed we were there, but Joe was so busy, he didn't stop what he was doing. I guess I must have had more experience giving head, because Joe was mostly licking up and down on Tony's thick uncut monster. It looked like it had to be at least eight inches long. Poor Joe could only get his mouth over the very tip without gagging. Tony smiled at me asking, “Did Charlie make you one of us yet?” I nodded, without saying anything, my mouth hanging open. I felt my cock hardening even more. I was so turned on watching this older stud use my boyfriend's mouth. “Guess you haven't taught him much about fucking, huh?” “No.” Joe kept on slobbering on Tony's cock. “Oh yeah, boy, get it nice and wet. You'll be glad you did.” Tony asked Charlie, “Is that boy any better at cock sucking than this one?” “Dunno,” said Charlie. “I didn't get his mouth on my dick. I went right for his sweet hole. And I filled it up with hot dirty cum, just like I thought you'd like.” “Good boy, Charlie...” Tony waved at me again, and I walked closer. All the while, Joe was slobbering all Tony's meat and didn't even look up. Tony instructed me, “Get your dick in my mouth, boy. Joe, watch this.” At that Joe looked up in time to see Tony swallow my dick all the way to the base. He did this over and over. I looked at Joe, freaked out that this would totally ruin our relationship. He didn't even seem to notice what was going on; his eyes were glazed over and it was like he was in another world. “Alright, boy. Show Joe how it's done.” I knelt down beside my boyfriend and tried to swallow Tony's cock. I got farther than Joe did, and managed to do so without gagging. “Deeper. Deeper. Keep those teeth away from my dick, boy.” After blowing him for a minute or two, Joe started licking his dick. Our tongues flicked each other as they met on Tony's cock. The sensation gave me shivers. Tony was cheering us on as Charlie watched, slowly jacking his dick and rubbing his hands over his hair chest, tweaking his nipples. Tony looked up, and told Charlie to get Joe ready. I knew what was coming next, even if Joe was too blissed-out to notice. Charlie pulled Joe's ass up a bit higher and squatted behind him, leaned in, and starting licking his hole. Tony told me to get up and help Charlie get his ass ready for fucking. Joe went back to slobbering all over Tony's dick as he moaned. I knelt down so my face was only inches away from Joe's hole. I was entranced, watching Charlie's tongue dart over his rosebud. “Pry his cheeks open,” Charlie snorted. I held my boyfriend's asscheeks as far apart as I could. Joe was moaning, slobbering all over Tony's dick the whole while. I watched, transfixed as Charlie worked first one finger, then two, then three up Joe's tight virgin hole. After a minute or two, I noticed Charlie's fingers were coming out pinker than they had started. “Think he's ready?” “Oh yeah, he roughed up pretty good.” Charlie groaned. “Excellent job. You always know how to prep them so it takes the first time.” Charlie smiled. I wondered how fucking could make anything take anything, but what did I know? Tony shimmied himself down on his back along the mattress until his hard slimy cock was almost perfectly aligned with Joe's wet pink hole. “Aren't you going to help a man out,” Tony asked. “Guide my dick into your boyfriend's hole. You want him to be part of our team right? Joe, you know your boyfriend is already on the team, and I haven't even seen him swim.” Charlie took my hand and guided it to Tony's throbbing cock. I wrapped my fingers around the tip and aimed it towards Joe's hole. I swear his ass was winking, opening and closing, seemingly empty after it had been full with three fingers just seconds before. Tony's dick stabbed Joe's ass and bit by bit started going in. I figured Joe was looser and more prepared than I had been when Charlie speared his dick into me a half hour earlier. After working it in slowly, I took my hand back, but kept my face close. I couldn't believe how much Joe could stretch to accommodate Tony's girth. After a few slow thrusts, Tony started getting a bit faster. I noticed too that his dick was pinker and pinker with each thrust. “Does it hurt?” I asked. I got a muffled “Hmphhhhhhh...” in reply. Only then did I notice that Charlie had climbed up on the bed. He was forcibly thrusting his cock in and out of Joe's mouth as Tony slobbered all over Charlie's ass. Tony's dick kept sawing in and out, faster and faster. He slowed down, and pulled off of Charlie's ass long enough to say, “Feels like it's getting a bit dry back there. You got any of Charlie's gift in your butt, boy?” I reached back and fingered my hole a bit, and sure enough, some of Charlie's cum came out in gobs. “Lube me up, boy.” I was so turned on by the idea of lubing his dick with someone else's cum that I couldn't help but jack myself with one hand while I smeared cum on Tony's dick and all over my boyfriend's asshole. I came almost instantly, shooting my load all over the bedspread. I scooped up my load and smeared in Tony's dick too. In just a few seconds of thrusting, the white goo turned to pink froth, piling up at the base of Tony's dick. Charlie swung out of Joe's mouth and jerked his cock over Joe's hole. He came, squirting volley after volley of seed onto Tony's thrusting dick. Even though Tony's was the only dick that had fucked him, so far, it was like Joe had already taken three loads! I was still hard. Tony's breathing was getting more and more shallow, so I knew he was close. “Want to see my cum make your boyfriend one of us forever?” “Oh fuck yeah!” I shouted. Just then, I heard a chorus of “Fuck yeah! Breed his hole! Take his neg cherry! Break him in! Seed that boy!” Behind me nearly all of the swim team has assembled, cheering Tony on. “Coach! Coach! Coach!” Tony grunted and started shooting his load deep into my boyfriend's guts. He kept thrusting away. I could see ropes of cum trickling out of Joe's hole and down onto his balls. “Lap that up boy,” smiled Charlie. “It's the sweetest gift you'll ever get.” Tony's dick started going soft and it plopped out of Joe's hole. Tony flipped over Joe onto his back like he was a worn out rag doll. He pulled his knees up to his shoulders, and fingered Joe's well-fucked hole. It was red and puffy, and the pink dripping out was still redder. I figured he must have been bleeding a bit somewhere up inside. “Clean up your boyfriend's hole, boy.” Joe kept moaning as I tongued up the pink mixture, knowing it was my load, two of Charlie's, and Tony's. Joe was sweaty and clearly exhausted. Tony looked at him asking, “Now, you've made Coach Tony happy. What about your team members? They've all got a gift to give you. Each and every single one of them has the gift.” I couldn't help but be a bit jealous. All of these hot guys were going to get to fuck my boyfriend before I did! “Who's next,” he asked? To be continued....

PART ONE My name is David and I’m an athletic 20 y/o straight guy. Correction: I thought I was!!! I used to spend my weekends hanging out with my girlfriend, but now I spend them lying in a sling getting gangbanged and getting my as filled up with loads of cum. I knew my GF since I was 9 y/o and I thought that I was in love with her, so I didn’t explore my sexuality. In one night I was converted all thanks to some white crystals. It all started a few months ago when my GF and I broke up because she was fucking another guy. To be honest… I felt relieved. Finally I could also spend time with my friends in the weekends. Not that I hardly see them; 7 years ago we started a Parkour (free-running) team after we saw some YouTube vids about it, so you could find us after classes or work at the park or by the abandoned parking garage practicing our moves and jumps. My best friend is Brian, he’s 18 y/o (nearly 19) and coincidently also the younger brother of my ex GF. Brian was a bit different than the rest. When he became 16 he started in the weekends by staying out all night, no one knew where he was. His parents grounded him but without any effect; he just sneaked out when he had the change. He always came home after a few days, so after a while his parents gave up. Around the same I also saw that he had a few tattoos on his body. My first weekend as a free man was coming up so I asked Brian if he wanted to hang out. He told me that his parents weren’t home that weekend so we could do whatever we liked. So later that evening I went over to Brian’s house. Brian opened the door shirtless. I could see that he had a lot more tattoos on his toned body than when I saw them for the first time. ‘Is your sis also home?’, I asked. ‘She’s out and probably won’t come home tonight. So don’t worry!’ he replied. We watched a movie, but I was keeping an eye on the door; I didn’t want to see her cheating face. ‘Dude, relax! Be glad that you’re a free man. Time to start living!’, said Brian. ‘You’re right! But I’m not as laid back as you!’, I replied. He asked ‘Wanna smoke some weed?’. ‘No! I tried that once and became ill’, I answered. ‘In that case… I have something else that doesn’t make you ill… and it will also help you relax’, Brian said. I wanted to say ‘No’ but Brian interrupted me: ‘What did I just said… live a bit!’. ‘Trust me!’, he added. I smiled and nodded. He came back with a burner and a glass pipe with a bowl on the end. He got a bag with a small amount of white crystals and he loaded the contents of the bag in the bowl. The he heated the bowl with the burner and took a deep hit. After 10 seconds he exhaled and said ‘Up for it?’. I nodded. Brian heated the bowl and placed the pipe at my mouth. I followed his instructions and inhaled deep and kept it in for about 10 seconds. ‘You have to take 4 more hits’ Brian said. After the fourth I could feel my body relax. I gave the pipe back to Brian and he also took 5 deep hits. A warm glow went thru my body. ‘When the heat gets to much it’s best to take of your shirt!’ Brian said. ‘Isn’t necessary I think!’, I replied. But a few minutes later I took my shirt off. ‘Shall I switch the movie to some porn?’, Brian asked. ‘Sounds good’, I replied. I felt horny as hell and started rubbing my cock thru my shorts. I saw that Brian got the pipe and took some hits, he than he handed over the pipe and I also took some hits. Brian pulled down his shorts and started to stroke his cock. ‘You don’t mind, do you?!’ he asked. I replied by doing the same. It wasn’t hard to miss that Brian’s cock was larger than my 8 inches. ‘Damn! I knew that my cock was large but yours is even bigger!’, I said. ’Just under 10 inches’, he replied. After stroking our own cocks for 20 minutes I asked for another hit. Brian replied: ‘Sorry dude, we used up the small amount I had!’. ‘Too bad! I made me feel so hot and submissive!’, I replied. ‘We can get some more!’, he said. I looked at Brian. He continued: ‘Friends of mine always have enough, so we can pick up some there. It’s only a 10 minute drive when we take your car’. ‘Don’t they mind?’, I asked. ‘No they won’t… so let’s go… the quicker we go, the quicker we’re back!’, Brian said. So I grabbed my car keys and we drove to Brian’s friends. We arrived at an apartment building. We walked inside, the doorman and Brian greeted each other. When we stepped in to the elevator Brian typed a code on the keypad and pressed the button for the penthouse floor. When we stepped out of the elevator we enter a hallway. At the end we came in a huge living room. Brian cut across towards an other hall, I followed him. We came at a door and I could here loud music and muffled voices coming from behind it. ‘Wait here!’, Brian said. He entered the room, but forgot to fully close the door. I heard moaning and other strange noises. I started to get curious and pushed the door a bit more open so I could see what was happening. I saw naked men fucking and sucking other men. I saw a young guy (18-19 y/o) laying in a sling with his wristed tied behind his back. A black guy with a huge cock walked towards the guy. He rubbed some spit on his cock and started to enter that small white ass. When young guy started to moan louder the black guy took the boys nipples between his fingers and started to pinch and pull them. The moans got louder and louder as the black cock sank deeper and deeper until his cock was fully inside the moaning guy. At that same moment the door opened and Brian and another guy stood in front of me. ‘Are you enjoying the view?’, he said. I stuttered while trying to say ‘No’. ‘Dude your dick is telling us a different story’, said the guy besides Brian. I looked down and saw that my cock was pitching a tent in my shorts and there was also a wet stain where my dick oozed pre-cum. ‘Don’t feel ashamed for liking what you see. I’m not ashamed for it either.”, said Brian. ‘Know you know what I was doing in the weekends’, he said laughing. ‘Come in… no one will bite you!’, said the other guy. I walked in and saw that the other guy was Brians older brother Chris. Chris is 25 y/o and his ripped body is covered in tattoos. His nipples are pierced and he has a huge cock with a PA piercing. Brian hands me a pipe. To calm my nerves I take several deep hits. When I give the pipe back to him I see that Brian already took of his clothes. ‘There’s only one of us overdressed’, Brian said while pulling down my shorts. Chris pulls up my shirt over my head. Brian stands in front of me and looks me deep in my eyes. His hand starts to stroke my hard cock. I become mesmerized. Our faces come closer, our lips touch and we start to kiss. I never felt like this before and I don’t want it to end. He did a step back and said: ‘You said that the Tina makes you horny and submissive. Are you willing to open yourself for new feelings and ideas? Are you willing to give yourself to me and to do whatever I say no questions asked? Do you thrust me?’. ‘YES, YES, YES’ I answered unknowing what to come. ‘Drink this’, Brian said. ‘What is it’. I asked. ‘It’s something called G… it’s to relax you… After this no questions anymore, remember?!’, Brian said. I nodded. I went to sit down and saw how the black guy was pounding the young guy in the sling harder and harder. With a loud roar he rammed his cock as deep as he could and started to shake. ‘That’s Devon and his loads are huge… Go and take a closer look!”, says Chris. I walk towards the sling and see how Devon pulls out his cock. The asshole of the young guy stays open and pulsates while slowly a stream of cum start to ooze out. ‘Your cock likes it… why don’t you put yours in so you can feel how a sloppy cum hole feels?’, says Devon. I move towards the ass and slide my cock inside. The feeling is incredible and not to explain. Brain takes place behind me, his hand goes around my waist and slides besides my cock in the ass. When it’s inside it wraps around my cock and begins to stroke my cock. The feeling of being jerked off inside some ones ass is mind-blowing. The bottom and I start moan in sync. Brian start to jerk harder and faster. I feel my cock swell up inside and with a loud roar I shoot my first load in a boys ass. Brian and I pull out and kiss. Then Brian takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom. ‘I’m going to show you how you clean your ass… because I only fuck clean asses… you want to feel this cock inside you? Yes you do! Because you said you would give yourself to me!!’, Brian said with a grin. I smiled and nodded. When I was clean I could feel that I was getting woozy from the drink. Brian orders me to lay in the sling. ‘When you’re in the sling a pipe isn’t very handy… so we a better way… stick out your arm and trust me!’, said Brian. I do as asked and stick out my arm. Chris takes a shoelace and ties off my arm. Before I realize it I feel a needle in my arm and see how the contents of the syringe disappears in my vein. ‘Enjoy the trip!’, says Chris while he looses the shoelace. I feel the T shooting thru my veins which makes me cough. And while I feel myself glide into a state of pure trance I hear Chris say ‘I gave him an extra dose to make him totally brainwash him and turn him in to a toxic cum whore’. The only thing I remember is begging to get my ass filled with cock and me pleading to be turned in to a toxic cum whore. I woke up from my trance a few hours later with a sloppy cum as like the other young guy. The young guy was laying beside me. He was wearing glasses this time. I recognized him as a guy from my class. ‘The next time the dose will be normal… that way you can feel it all when you get fucked by Devon”, said the guy. ‘Did I got fucked by Devon?’, I said. ‘Yes! Brian even fisted his cum deeper inside you!’ he replied. I was in shock. ‘They filmed everything so you can watch it… so you can see what they are going to do to you next week!’, he added. ‘Don’t think that there will be a next time!’, I said. ‘Yes you will, that empty feeling in your ass will get more and more until you beg to be filled! I was converted last year and I haven’t missed a party since! Their toxic DNA is flowing in your blood now. Your one of us!” he says. ‘One of you?’, I asked. ‘Hey guys, he didn’t discover the band-aid just above his cock!’, he shouts. ‘We all got a biohazard tattoo with the text “POZ BROTHER” above it. We all have one!’, he continued. Slowly the result of my actions set in and the harder I thought about it the hornier I got. My ass started to tingle, I know now that the empty feeling only will get worser, so I asked out loud ‘Can some one please fill my ass again?’. ‘Later… we first going to show you on bigscreen what you missed! So you know what where going to do to you next time!’, said Chris laughing. TO BE CONTINUED!

I grew up in a very small town. In High School I had gone on a few dates with boys, kissed one or two, and jerked one off, but nothing more. I had figured out I was gay, but didn't even know if I was a top or a bottom. That started to change within two weeks of starting college. During Orientation, I met a really cute guy named Joe. We had the same major, lots in common, and he was gorgeous. He was nearly six feet tall, sandy blond hair, strong nordic cheekbones, and a sleek taught body from years of being on the high school regional swim team, which he was now joining in college too. We were both inexperienced when it came to sex, which we both realized the first time we managed to get a dorm room alone for the night. We sloppily kissed and rolled around on the bed, but didn't know how to suck cock yet, and certainly no anal. Essentially, we were both virgins. The fact that we were both eighteen meant we could cum quickly and stay hard enough to cum again mere minutes later. A few weeks into our first semester, I went to his first swim meet. I was proud of him for being out to all of his teammates and coach. The match was great and I loved watching all of the Juniors and Seniors in their skimpy speedos, soaking wet and clinging to every inch of what little they covered. And on top of that, they won! Afterwards, he introduced me to his coach and some of the guys on the team. His coach, who insisted everyone call him by his first name, Tony, told us he was having a celebratory party that weekend. Tony was beautiful. He could have been a lumber jack if he wasn't a college swim coach. He had red hair, turning ever so slightly salt-and-pepper at the temples and thinning on top, sideburns, and a bushy mustache. While most of the boys he coached were pale and slim, he was tan and beefy. His shoulders were broad, pulling the buttons of his tight polo shirt open, revealing a few tufts of chest hair. Needless to say, I was watering at the mouth!I was excited to go and hang out with such a hot group of guys, and such a hot coach! Saturday rolled around, and Joe and I managed to get an hour together in my dorm room before leaving to drive to Tony's house for the party. After maneuvering into an awkward sixty-nine position, I managed to get the head of his uncut cock in my mouth for about thirty seconds before he filled my mouth with his salty cum. I put my hands on the back of Joe's head and tried to aim his lips to my cock, but he seemed to miss my cues. He licked at my dick, while jerking my dick so hard it was starting to hurt, but I shot off anyway, all over his face. I reeled around and licked my jizz off of Joe's chiseled face. He squirmed and pulled away, sort of grossed out by the thought of eating cum. He grabbed his briefs off of the floor and used them to mop his face off as I chuckled, saying, "You'll get used to that if we keep this up. You might even learn to like the taste." He laughed and suggested we get ready to go or we would be late. We pulled our clothing on, but he decided to skip the underwear and chucked it into my laundry hamper. We showed up at Tony's house only a few minutes late and must have been the last people to arrive as the driveway and street in front of the house was packed with cars. All of the lights were on and we could hear music all the way from the street. We rang the bell, and a few seconds later, Tony met us at the door. He was wearing a thin linen shirt, unbuttoned at the front and practically see-through. As my eyes dropped from his burly chest down to his fuzzy belly button, and then lower to a massive bulge in his tight shorts, my jaw dropped and Tony smirked as Joe slapped me across the belly saying "Dude, quit checking out my Coach!" I didn't know if either one thought it was funny or not. Tony ushered us inside saying "I want you to meet my parter, Charlie." Woah! I had no clue Tony was gay! His house was huge and we wandered through a few rooms and out onto a backyard deck before finding Charlie. He had a tray full of red cups, and he was passing out cocktails to the older team mates. Charlie was younger than Tony, but older than all of the guys on the team. He looked like he might have been Latin, or maybe Greek, with dark curly hair, dark eyes, and a great tan, a bit shorter than me, but in great shape, with a toned chest clearly visible under a tight t-shirt. He started to offer me and Joe a drink, and Tony stopped him, saying "I'm not sure these guys are of age...." Charlie smiled slyly saying, "Right. Wouldn't want to corrupt your students." With that, some of the guys close enough to hear started laughing. Charlie laughed too, and then went to go get us some fruit punch instead. I looked around and realized that there were no girls there. I figured that Tony would have invited his team members' girlfriends too, but I guess not. The teammates there seemed to know each other pretty well and didn't seem lonely without their girlfriends at all. As we continued to scope out the scene, I saw the massive pool in the backyard. It must have been at least a quarter of an Olympic-sized pool. With the sun starting to go down, the lights under the water turned on. Charlie put his hand on my shoulder as he handed me some punch and asked "Hey, you wanna go for a swim?" I replied "Sure, but I didn't bring a suit." “No problem,” said Charlie. You're wearing underwear right? That'll do.” “Well, I'm not. We, er, got distracted on the way over...” grinned Joe. Tony Put his big bear arm around Joe and smiled, saying "No worries, man. I'm sure I've got something you can borrow. My size might be a big big on you, but it'll do in a pinch. Come with me." “Okay. Dive in, guys, don't wait for us!” said Joe as Tony ushered him away. Charlie started "First one in's a rotten..." "EGG!" some of the guys standing around shouted. Charlie and the rest of the guys started peeling off their shirts and dropping their shorts. One or two of the swim team guys were nude, but I figured, what the hell. If they're not embarrassed why should I be? I stripped down to my white Calvins and dove in. We all splashed around, laughing and horse-playing as I met some of the guys who I had been ogling around campus and at the swim meet. There must have been ten guys there, along with Charlie. The way they were teasing each other made me think some of them might be gay or might even be boyfriends. I got confused when I saw Dan kissing Mike and then Mike kissing Andrew. If Dan and Mike were dating, why would he kiss Andrew? I couldn't help but spring a woody. My hard-on got even harder when I saw Mike kiss Charlie and Andrew kiss Dan. I thought 'Where's Joe? He's missing all of the fun' while all around me, guys were making out with each other and pulling each other's bathing suits or underwear down. Charlie sidled up to me and smiled as he put his hands on my chest, sliding down to my cock, pulling my briefs down and wrapping his hand around my dick. “Whoah, we should stop this,” I weakly protested. I desperately wanted to kiss Charlie, but didn't want to upset Joe. “What about Joe,” I asked. “What about Joe,” Charlie said. All the while, Charlie was milking my dick under the water. By this time, we had two or three guys surrounding us, rubbing their hands all over our bodies. Dan leaned in close, still jerking my dick, and whispered, “What do you think Tony is doing with Joe right now?” I looked around and didn't see either of them and thought 'Maybe I should go inside and check on Joe' but before I could try to pull away from the group, I was shooting a load into the pool. “Finished so soon?” Charlie asked. Andrew shouted, “I bet he's got another load or two!” With that, two boys hoisted me, nude and hard, onto the edge of the pool. Mike pushed my shoulders back until I was on my back. He then got up and aimed his massive dick into my mouth. I gagged immediately, but he just kept shoving it in. He took a break as I caught my breath. Next to me, Andrew was starting to fuck Dan. I couldn't help but notice that Andrew's dick was sliding into Dan's ass without a condom. I had never seen even in a video gay sex without a condom. Dan was moaning like it felt really good. Then, I saw Charlie standing in the water. He smiled at me and started to lift my legs as he stroked his dick. He leaned over me and kissed me hard. As he mashed his wet lips against mine, I felt his cock poking at my virgin hole. I was okay with him fucking me, but worried about protection. “What about a condom?” I asked. “Listen kid. I don't have anything you couldn't catch from any of the guys here. Don't worry about it...” I figured, whatever. If it was going to be my first time, I wanted to feel what it was really like. Charlie was gentler than I expected and took his time working his tool into me. He pumped away as I felt my back rubbing back and forth against the wet concrete beneath me. It never hurt and I swear I could feel his heart beating through my hole. Charlie picked up his pace as the guys around were cheering us on. He slammed into me a few more times and then held still. I didn't know it then, but he was cumming in my hole. He pulled out as the guys were cheering and clapping. I was grinning, happy to no longer be a virgin, but sort of sad that my first time hadn't been with Joe. I knew Joe and Tony must have been able to hear the commotion from inside even over the booming music. Andrew pulled out of Dan and asked me if I was ready for another round. I said, “Well, maybe later, but I want to check on Joe first and make sure he's okay.” Charlie slapped his softening cock against my legs and laughed. “I bet I know where to find them,” he snickered as he climbed out of the water and helped me up. I stumbled to my feet as Charlie took my hand. Mike handed me a towel. I dried off a bit, noticing then what must have been Charlie's cum dripping out of my hole and onto my thighs. The guys kept on playing together as Charlie led me inside. In the kitchen, he gave me a glass of water. I didn't hear anything in the house except for the bass of the music from outside. Charlie leaned in and kissed me. “Tony sure knows how to pick 'em” he said. “He didn't pick me. I'm not on the team,” I replied. “Joe's on the team.” “You'll both be on the team if tonight goes the way it should. And once you're on this team, you're on it for life.” Charlie mussed my hair and smacked my bare ass. “Let's go upstairs...” To be continued......

30 year old cub contacted me last week asking if I wanted “a warm place to unload in?”. Here in the far exburbs of DC, this directness is rare, and from a thirty year old? We negotiated back and forth. He told me he hadnt been fucked in over a year. He wanted “anon” and by that he meant (after I pressed him on it) no foreplay, no muss no fuss just breeding. Yesterday the stars aligned and after texting and writing back and forth and back and forth and back and forth, I wound up at his side gate where he let me in. (oddly not anonymous, right?). I followed him into the basement rec room where he had a towel and to cum rags and a bottle of lube laid out. He pulled off his shorts, and got on all fours ass out. SNAP my clothes were off in a nano second and I had my finger at his hole. He said, “It is lubed. I used a toy to open it up for you.”. His bottle of silicone lube had barely enough left to coat my hard dick. I pressed to to his hole and slipped in. He sighed. I wiggled it about trying to make space, trying to get his ass to embrace it. I slid all the way balls deep. He groaned. With him face down, I looked around me at all the cosplay swords and shields and arcade games around us in the basement. This sweet little baby boy with a nice hairy ass wrapped completely around my dick . . .okay this counts as anon I decided. With only a few strokes in and out it make my head spin it feels so amazing. He says “breed me”, which I ignore and just keep going. Feeling absofuckinglutely fantastick . . . and I am in my own head enjoying my dick sliding in and out of him when I hear PEOPLE TALKING UPSTAIRS. He said something about a roommate? Whatever - the idea there are people up there with no idea we are down here practicing our faggotry . . . OMG I CAME HARD . . .and usually I like to stop moving my dick when I am coming usually in hopes the bottom can feel my dick pulse. But in him I could not stop pumping because it was still producing more and more cum each stroke squirting out more deep inside him. FUCK. he wanted no foreplay quick and that was five minutes. and HOT I dressed in a jiff and when he was walking me back out to the gate he said it mustve been a big load because it was leaking down his leg.

I've developed a fuck buddy friendship with a guy I met at an orgy weeks ago. As soon as I saw him I fancied the arse off him and wanted him, I knew full well he was a fellow vers bttm and we fucked each other at the party. I'm 51. slim to med stocky nice cock he's 47 same height bear chunky chub. Tonight we had our third `get together` - usually we seed each other however we enticed two tops over - a bear top and athletic bi guy (all man and a 9 inch cock both 50yo). After worshipping their cocks snogging and titplay we both bent over the bed sniffing poppers while they both took turns on our holes. This went on and off for about half an hour. The bear top came over my fuck bud's arse while the athletic guy made us kneel down so that his spunk sprayed over our faces where we greedily licked it off of our faces and snogged it inside our mouths. When they left we then made out screwing each other until I shot my load up my mates arse. My fuckbud came over my face. All in all a highly balanced and fantastic evening.

I spend a lot of time at a nudist resort that's mostly hetero but there are always a small number of gay guys around. I"m usually there with my wife so it's hard to fool around but I got lucky last weekend. There was a big event there last weekend so there were a lot of people and more gay guys than usual. There was one guy on Grindr that had a big dick that wanted to fuck me but neither of us could host and there aren't really any places to discreetly fuck. There was another sexy bi married bear there staying in a trailer and was alone, but he was a bottom. We had texted a bit but I"m not much of a top. Early Saturday morning, while my wife was still asleep, I thought maybe I could sneak over to the bottom's trailer and try fucking him bare. It turns out the big dick top was there too. When I got to the trailer, the top had already fucked the bear and I thought he was done as he stepped out for a cigarette. So the bear and I got into a 69 position and were sucking each other's cocks with me on the top. The top came back in and started rubbing my ass. He played with my hole a bit and then stuck his big dick in my ass. It felt amazing having him fuck me while I was getting sucked and sucking the bear. Apparently he hadn't finished in the bear and fucked me for about 5 minutes before blasting a load up my ass. He left. I was hard to I fucked the bear for a while but I couldnt' cum which was frustrating. I really wanted to blast my load up his ass. He sucked me off instead. I went back to my camp and my wife was still asleep. I always enjoy it when I can sneak off and get fucked at the resort.

I am a chaser and I only have sex with chubby men or women. I am more gay than Bi is how I describe my sexual orientation. One thing for sure, I like them big. I am a strict top. I am very attracted to nice soft bellies with deep naval. Have a thing for heart shaped big butt. Skinny men don't do anything for me. I would not call it a fetish to like chubby built, I think it is a preference.

Tony and Charlie's bedroom already reeked of mansex, and with the rest of the swim team standing there waiting to fuck my boyfriend Joe, I knew it was about to get a lot more intense. I looked down at my boyfriend's ass and saw ropes of cum seeping out. His hole was red and puffy. Charlie took my hand and guided my fingers. “Rub that cum in, boy. It'll help sooth his guts, and it'll keep him nice and slippery for the rest of the team.” Tony was smiling, standing with his hands on his hips, his dick already hard again, bouncing slightly. “The boy asked 'Who's next?'” Tony roughly turned by boy over so he was on his back, knees up to his chest. I asked him, “Is the team going to fuck him bare too?” “Hell, yeah. That's what he came he for.” I had no clue what he was talking about. Out of the ten or so guys standing there, the most senior swimmers were Mike, Dan, and Andrew. Mike had shoved his fat dick in my mouth earlier as Charlie was tricking me into taking his dick raw. He strutted up to me and said. “I think it'll be your boyfriend's job to finish what you started earlier. But first, get me wet for him. Wouldn't want to tear him up, at least not until everyone's had a go, right?” I knew he had a point. I wanted my boy to enjoy this as much as possible. I knelt and slobbered all over his dick as Mike grabbed the back of my head and forced his manhood all the way to the back of my throat. He pulled out, taking my hand and wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock. “Put it in his hole.” I guided his slimy cock into my boy's dripping hole. He grunted as Mike slammed in without any hint of compassion or concern for my boy's pleasure. “Fuck. I've been waiting to tag this boy's hole again since Spring tryouts!” Again, I thought? Had my boyfriend already been fucked by these guys, even before we met? Mike hammered away at his target, picking up the pace. I watched as his hips slammed forward over and over again, finally shooting his wad into my Joe's eager hole. Andrew was next up. He flipped my boyfriend over onto his knees and started fingering my boy's hole. I couldn't believe the flood of cum that rushed out. He wiped some on his hard dick and fingered the rest back into my boyfriend's hole. “Wanna watch this up close?” he asked me. He instructed me to lay on my back under my boyfriend, with my chin right under his balls. “Spread his cheeks for me.” I followed orders, my face only inches away as Andrew entered my boyfriend. He was much more gentle than Mike had been, and took his time. My boyfriend must have liked his style. He started moaning. Only then did he realize my dick was right in front of his face. He was moaning too much to give me a proper blowjob, but that was okay as I would have cum in a second. After a few minutes, Andrew said, “Here it cums!” He thrust in, balls deep. I was amazed that I could literally see his balls churn and see the cum flow up his cock and into my Joe's willing ass. He stayed there for a minute before withdrawing. Dan stepped up next. His dick was shorter than the other guys, but still an impressive six inches or so, and it must have been as thick as a beer bottle. “I usually go last,” he chuckled. “I need a few dicks to loosen up a boy's hole for me first. And lots of lube.” With the rest of the team standing in a semicircle, all jacking, Dan pulled my boy onto his side. He laid down next to him, almost like they were spooning. “It's okay Joe. Just back onto it.” By this time, Joe was loose enough to take him all the way. After laying there taking Dan's thrusts, it was like he came to life. He maneuvered Dan onto his back and started riding his cock. “Damn,” Dan shouted, “I think he may be a bit loose for me!” He ordered me to crouch in front and shove some fingers in there. My cock was drooling precum, so I used a bit to lube up my fingers and managed to get three into my boy's hole, gliding next to Dan's dick as he ravaged Joe. I saw more of that familiar pink foam on my hand, knowing that Joe had to be bleeding a bit inside. With the added tightness, it didn't take Dan long to add his spooge to the rest. He lifted Joe up so just the tip of his wide cock was in Joe's ass. I watched as cum oozed out from Joe's hole and down Dan's dick. “Clean up that mess, boy,” shouted Tony. The coach forced my head onto Dan's cock. I tasted cum, cum, and more cum, mixed with the taste of ass and blood. After that, it was a free for all. I watched as my boyfriend took at least seven more cocks, some long and skinny, some thick and curved. The only thing they had in common was that they all fucked my boy's hole bare. By the end, my boy was on the floor in the middle of the room, soaked with sweat, cum all over his crotch. Tony said, “Now it's your turn boy.” For a moment, I thought they all wanted a turn at my hole. The look on my face must have shown my anxiety. “No. Let your boyfriend finally cum. We want you to sit on his cock. And guess what's going to lube your hole, boy?” I knew all of those guys' cum was going to go in my hole. I knew Joe was desperately in need of release after all that. I went down on my hands and knees, my ass upturned and ready. Joe was still on his back, with has ass drooling buckets of cum. Charlie and Tony mopped up the mess with their tongues and hands, witping and spitting it onto Joe's dick. Tony worked his fingers into Joe's hole, releasing a ******* of jizz. He pressed his fingers into my ass, working as much cum into my raw hole as possible. When Joe had recovered enough to get to his knees, the guys carried him over to me. Joe leaned on my back, too tired to move, but still desperate to fuck. Mike and Andrew spread my cheeks. Dan and Charlie guided Joe's dick to my hole as Tony lined up behind Joe. Joe moaned, and I knew Tony was fucking him again. As Tony thrust into Joe, Joe moved involuntarily forward as his cock entered me. He was like a ragdoll as Tony pummeled his sore, loose hole. “Fuck, I love it sloppy,” jeered Tony. Joe couldn't hold off long and I felt him shooting his load into my hole, mixing his seed with that of the entire team. We all collapsed onto the floor and laid in a sweaty pile. When Joe and I had come to our senses, the team was gone. Charlie and Tony were laying in the bed. We were both sticky, covered with cum and sweat, but didn't they didn't want us to shower. They got up, helped us to dress, and led us downstairs. Tony called us a cab, as we were both to exhausted and fucked up to drive. He whispered to us as we got in the cab, “Make sure you don't wash your holes tonight, boys. We worked hard to get you both full of cum, and you'd better stay that way all night.” In the ride back to campus, Joe confessed to me that he had let some of the team fuck him at Tryouts. He also confessed that he had taken their dicks raw and let them cum in him. He explained that he wanted to be part of the team. “What about disease,” I asked him, realizing what a hypocrite I was, sitting there with my ass oozing cum just like his. “Um yeah. About that. A few weeks after Tryouts, I got sick. Real sick. Don't be surprised if you get real sick in a week or so. They call it the fuck flu.” To be continued?

[Moderator's Note: This story was edited so it uses the words HIV and AIDS correctly.] Note: This story is FICTION. It DID NOT HAPPEN. Enjoy ************************************************************************************************************************************ "I want to give you my HIV, now." The email was from, AIDSGftr, a new guy on BBRT. He had appeared just a couple of weeks earlier, and I noticed geo locator showed him to be just 300 feet from my place. I'd never emailed him, but thought he was hot: he was obviously sick, wasted, an AIDS belly, a few Kaposi's lesions. Looking at his pics made my asshole ache for his deadly cum. His profile said he had never been on meds, was recently diagnosed with AIDS and he got off on infecting neg bottoms. I was still neg, even after taking several loads I knew were high viral load, and, of course, having taken numerous anonymous loads. This guy looked to be my chance to take an AIDS load, to get the infection I craved. I knew there was a 1 in 70 chance of infection with each fuck from a regular high viral load poz top, and I wondered if taking a load from a guy who had been diagnosed as actually having AIDS would mean certain infection. I hammered out a reply and hit send. "Yes. Where?" "The big apartment building half a block east of you. Ground floor, corner unit, will be waiting in patio. Hurry." "On the way. Five minutes." I pulled on a coat and shoes, grabbed my keys and was out the door in less than a minute, cock rigid, oozing and about to blow. Was I really, at long last, about to take an AIDS load? It was 206 steps from my door to his patio. I made it in three minutes. He was waiting in the open door to his place, naked, hard cock jutting out, sipping on a beer. I walked up to him, he turned stepped aside and motioned me in. I stood looking as he smiled at me and stroked his cock. It was beautiful, long, thick, hard, perfectly formed - the perfect weapon to fill me with death cum and infect me with AIDS. He pointed at the back of a couch and set the beer down. "Bend over, pants down. You still neg?" I nodded and obeyed, my heart about to explode, and reached back to spread my cheeks. He looked disgusting, obviously very sick, but I needed his disease bad. To my shame I whimpered as I felt his cock smear precum on my hole. I getting HIV virus in me! "You want my HIV, my disease, you want that?" "Yes, god, yes, give it to me, give me your HIV!" "Oh, yeah bitch, gonna give it to you, gonna pump a load of my death cum in your guts, right now. I've infected three men that I know off, you'll be number four. You want that? You want my HIV?" "Yes, fuck yes. Please, give it to me, infect me now. Please infect me, give your HIV!" "Okey dokey, one more infected bugchaser, coming right up." He grunted and shoved hard, I squealed as his diseased cock slammed deep into my ass and he pumped away frantically. Four pumps and he shoved in hard and grunted into my ear "Fuck, bitch, fuck! Pozzing you, bitch, cumming in your ass, bitch, knocking you up, infecting you good! You gonna be one HIV infected dick sucker!" A warm flood filled my guts as he ejaculated. I convulsed with the hardest orgasm of my life. He humped into me spasmodically, gasping as he pumped his HIV-laden cum into my ass. My cock kept jerking and squirting and I wondered if I had been infected. Had he ripped me open when he shoved in without lube? I could feel my ass burning. Was I bleeding? If I was, his virus had a direct route into my bloodstream. Was this the time? Would I convert? I hoped so. We slid to the floor and lay flat, breathing hard. I wiped my ass with my hand and sniffed, then licked. Cum and ass juice, no red streaks. Was there a slight coppery taste? If I was bleeding there was no way he hadn't infected me. I bent over his crotch and swallowed his still hard cock. More cum, some ass juice. No taste of blood. He was ready very quickly. He flipped me over and spread my legs, dove in and licked and sucked my ass. I moaned as his tongue wormed up my newly pozzed hole, knowing he was about to mount me and pump another load of death deep in my guts. As he mounted me again, I groaned with pleasure, and this time he slid in with no trace of burn. My neg ass was well lubed by his poison cum. He pumped me slowly, pulling out and plunging in repeatedly, stroking deeply, not quite long enough to bump my sphincter but plenty thick enough to feel incredible. I moaned and fucked him back, eager for infection. "Fuck my neg ass, yeah, fuck, infect my neg ass, yeah, give me your HIV, infect me good. Do it, fuck me, pump me full of death cum! Give me HIV!" He slammed in hard, humping me deep and moaned "Fuck yeah, bitch, gonna poz you good you bugchasing bitch, gonna infect you good! Mmm, yeah, fuck yeah, bitch, gonna fuck you full of my HIV juice!" He slammed in hard and fast and held it deep. His cock pulsed and hot semen squirted into my guts. More toxic cum, more HIV pumped deep into me. "Fuck, bitch, yeah, you're getting it now, giving you my bug, bitch, giving you my HIV, bitch, you're one infected faggot now, giving you my HIV!" I lay back breathing hard, my asshole pleasantly sore, feeling his toxic semen ooze out of me. No more doubts. I wanted more. I wanted him to infect with HIV. I leaned over and swallowed his cock again, savoring the taste of semen and ass juice. Two poz loads in my guts - so far. I hoped he was up for more. Would I be infected with HIV before I left? He moaned and pushed me off his cock. I lay back and smiled, feeling his cum run out of my ass. Had he already infected me, or was that wishful thinking? "Damn, that was good, you're a hot piece of ass. I never fucked a man who begged for my death cum like you. That was hot, knowing you want to get infected from that fuck." "I do, I wanted poz cum in my butt, I want HIV in me, as much as I can get." "Well, you got some. I've been full blown for a while. My doctor warned me that if I had unprotected sex with a guy, I would likely infect him. Hope you're really okay with that." I was. There was no question what I wanted. "Yes, I am. I want your bug, I want you to infect me with HIV." "That's good, I'm gonna give it to you. You up for another fuck?" "Hell, yes! Let's make sure you infect me. Plus, that big dick of yours feels incredible in my ass." "Give me a minute, I'll breed you again. Mmm, do me a favor?" "Sure." "Don't fuck anybody but me until you test poz?" "Sure thing, as long as you keep pumping my guts full of your HIV, I'm your bitch. Anytime you want my ass, you got it." He fucked me twice more that night. I finally waddled home about 4:00 AM, my asshole raw, bleeding and leaking semen. In the next two weeks he screwed me at least once a day. My ass stayed raw, my shorts spotted with blood until I came down with the flu. When I was able he gave me a ride to the clinic. I was poz. Another dicksucker successfully infected with HIV.

If this isn't the place where we can share our fetishes, I don't know what is. Do any other tops get off on raw fucking big chub ass? Sometimes it's a challenge pulling apart those huge butt cheeks but I fucking love getting in there. 250Lbs ... 300 ... 350 .... haven't yet met a chub I didn't want to fuck and inseminate. Would also like to hear from chubs who like taking it up their big unprotected asses.

Since starting PrEP, I’ve been more open to have the kind of raunchy sex I’ve always fantasized about. My boy, on the other hand, decided that PrEP wasn’t for him anymore. While we started it together, he went off of it a few months ago when his last prescription ended. And that hasn’t stopped him from having risky sex, which is a huge turn on for both of us. Usually, we play together. A couple of times since he stopped PrEP, we hooked up with Charlie, a POZ guy off his meds. Charlie is a fuck buddy and mostly bottoms for us. My boy will suck him off while I rawfuck him with my PrEPed cock, filling him with cum which my boy eagerly licks out. My boy did bottom for Charlie once before he stopped PrEP, and I think he missed the thrill of riding that bare toxic dick. It might have been the excitement of taking Charlie’s POZ load that made him want to go off PrEP. Last weekend, Charlie invited me to a conversion party. He and two unmedicated buddies were going to rawfuck a bottom hungry to take POZ loads and convert. The plan was for him to take four loads, three POZ ones and mine the only NEG, sort of a cum-roulette. He asked that I not tell invite my boy about it since he wasn’t much into topping and would upset the one-out-of-four odds. I agreed and told my boy that I’d need to work on Saturday afternoon. My boy was a bit upset that I’d be away for part of the weekend, but told me he’d see if he could get up to some naughty fun of his own while I was ‘working.’ I knew he suspected that I’d be having some naughty fun myself. Friday evening, Charlie texted me to let me know that our bottom had flaked. I was disappointed. My boy and I were watching a movie on the sofa so I was cagey texting back and forth with Charlie. He told me to hold tight and might be able to organize another guy hungry for some fresh POZ cum. Not a minute later, my boy’s phone started dinging . He read a text then got up and went to the bathroom. He was in there a few minutes and came back sporting a bulge in his shorts and a little dark spot that looked like a dab of precum to me. He settled back next to me and nuzzled. My phone buzzed and Charlie let me know that we were on again after all, adding that the new bottom wanted to blindfolded so he didn’t know when he was full of POZ cock or not… The next morning, my boy and I slept in and lazed in bed. We fooled around a little making out until I started eating and fingering his hole. He moaned as I lined up my cock and slid inside him. I was horny thinking about the fun I was going to have with some cumdump’s ass that night and my boy’s eyes were tightly clenched, lost in his own fantasy. I asked him if he was thinking about Charlie’s big POZ cock and he started muttering, ‘Breed me!’, ‘…dirty seed…’, and ‘fill me up!’ I was only too happy to oblige with my PrEPed cum. I shot deep inside him and stayed there until my hardon went down. An hour or so passed quickly and I showered before heading out ‘to work.’ My boy kissed me at the door and told me to have fun ‘working.’ He said he might have a surprise for me when I got home. I hopped in the car and texted Charlie that I was on my way. He replied back to take my time as our bottom was running a little late. I got to Charlie’s and had a beer or two with him and the two POZ tops he’d invited. Both were mid-50s but looked older with wasted faces and sizable bellies. Both had stopped meds but years of treatment had left them both looking sick. One had was bald, in fact hairless nearly everywhere except a white mustache. The other was tanned all over having obviously sunbathed nude. They both also had massive cocks already plump with anticipation. The bottom texted Charlie that he was outside and Charlie escorted us to his bedroom. We clinked our bottles and jerked each other off a little while Charlie met the cumdump at the door and blindfolded him. I’m sure you’ve figured out already that my boy was the bottom hungry to take three POZ loads. Charlie winked at me, knowing that the other two tops didn’t know that they were about to knock up my own boy. Charlie pushed my boy to his knees and led his head to one of the top’s cocks. While my boy was slobbering on our dicks he whispered to me, ‘Keep your mouth shut. He doesn’t know that the only NEG guy here is his man…’ I nodded and grinned. I’ve shared my boy’s holes with guys before, but never toxic unmedicated tops. Seeing Charlie and the two POZ strangers manhandle my boy got me so hot. They used him rough, forcing his head onto their big cocks, force-fucking his mouth, spreading his cheeks apart and driving their fingers into his ass. The mustachioed guy with the biggest belly flopped my boy onto Charlie’s bed and went to town eating his ass. He pulled off with spit and my morning’s load all over his white mustache grunting, ‘This pig has been primed already. Fresh seed is leaking out!’ He pulled back and I watched my own cum ooze out of my boy’s ass. The tanned guy walked up shaking his big dick and slapped it against my boy’s crack. He used my seed to slide balls deep in one go. Mr. Mustache spread my boy’s cheeks wide so he could get in as deep as possible. Charlie smiled at me knowing I was loving the sight. ‘You like taking that raw dick, boy?’, the tanned guy asked. My boy moaned and begged for his cum. Charlie grabbed his phone and started recording my piggy boy rocking back and forth taking that dick. The tanned guy roared and shot his load as deep as it would go into my boy’s guts. He backed off and Mr. Mustache nodded to me that I should go next. Without a word, I slid into my boy. He felt so velvety smooth and wet. My cock was slimy with POZ cum as it rocketed back and forth. I was so hot I knew I could cum at any moment. I pulled out and Charlie took his turn next. Charlie grabbed my cock and smeared as much cum off as possible, lubing his own with it. He handed me his phone and I started recording. He slammed hard into my boy and pounded him until my boy’s knees gave out and he was flat on his belly. I kept the video going as he hammered my boy into the mattress. He screamed as he came, so happy to be breeding my boy with his charged seed. He pulled out and nudged me forward. I dipped my dick into my piggy boy now stretched out and leaking two POZ loads. His hole felt so much more open than I’d ever felt it, practically ruined. I wanted to last as long as I could, so after churning what looked like butter in and out of my boy’s ass, I pulled out and let Mr. Mustache take his turn. My boy laid flat on the mattress as he bravely took Mr. Mustache’s impressively thick cock. He had the biggest dick, so maybe that’s why he went last. I eased myself next to my boy on the bed and watched as that POZ stranger’s thick dick practically sucked my boy’s hole out from his boy. He would slowly pull nearly all the way out and them quickly slam back in. I knew he was about to get his nut. His pace quickened and he bred my boy deeply. Charlie flipped my boy onto his back and started kissing his mouth. The two strangers each held a leg up and I lined up with my boy’s ass. He was so stretched out and so wet with seed. I felt like I was dipping my PrEPed cock into him more than fucking him. Each time I slid in, my dick came out more and more smeared with POZ cum. Knowing that Charlie and my boy had willingly gone behind my back to get him Poz-bred made me so hard. I tried to last as long as I could, but after a few minutes of slow fucking, I fired off my load. My pubes were matted with more cum than I’d ever seen in real life and my balls were soaked. Mr. Mustche dropped to his knees and cleaned my cock off. He tongued my boy’s hole fingering as much cum into his gaping hole as possible. He worked four fingers in and out of my boy. He was practically fisting my boy, with his hard dick boucing up and down. Without a hand on it, he shot his own load. Of course, Mr. Mustache scooped it up and fingered it into his sloppy ass. Charlie handed him a buttplug and it plopped right into place. I knew that there was a chance that before his hole returned to normal, that the POZ seed seeping into his guts might have already taken effect. Charlie held up his finger to his mouth signaling us to stay quiet and ushered my boy out of the room. I heard Charlie thanking him for the use of his ass and told him to get dressed. He suggested he keep that plug in overnight and let as much of our cum stay in him as long as possible. My boy got dressed and left pretty quickly. The other two guys went to the living room and cracked open some more beers. Charlie checked to make sure I was okay and then suggested I take a quick shower and head home to check on my boy. I did just that and headed home a few minutes later, leaving my POZ buddies lounging around and talking about how hot that cumslut was and asking Charlie when they could use him again. By the time I got him, my boy had showered and changed. He smelled like fresh soap instead of sweat and cum. I wondered if he still had that plug in his hole. I tried sneaking up behind him in the kitchen, but he scooched away before I could press against his ass. I could see some bruises forming on his neck and legs where the guys had roughed him up. My boy ordered pizza and we ate it on the sofa watching another movie. I kept trying to sneak my hands down to his ass to see if he was still plugged or not, but he was squirmy and played coy. When we got ready for bed, instead of sleeping naked like we normally do, he went into the bathroom and came out in his gym shorts. I knew he must still ne absorbing all of those loads. I let him spoon me with his hand wrapped around my hard dick. We fell asleep like that, me hard thinking of him being willingly POZ-bred, and me having loved watching and participating. My boy was up before me and started making breakfast. He was naked in the kitchen, with his ass hanging out. As he leaned over the table, I could see how red and tender his hole looked. I pinned him down and lined my cock up. With nothing but spit, I pounded him into the table. He winced and grimaced saying that his hole must be out of practice. On the contrary, it felt loose and still wet inside. I bred him good adding my PrEPed seed to whatever POZ cum hadn’t already been absorbed into his guts. We ate naked with my cum leaking out of his ass and onto the chair. Of course, he bent over to lick it up when we were done eating. As I started doing the dishes, my phone buzzed. Charlie had sent the video clips to me with a message. ‘Hey stud! Look what me and my POZ buddies got up to last night. I knew exactly what I was looking it and played coy. Of course, I showed the videos to my boy, and he got so hard. I handed my phone to him and he watched as he laid on his back, legs in the air, right on the kitchen table, and I fucked another load into him. I knelt down and suckled his cock. I’d bob up and down and ask, ‘Hot cumslut right!’ Then I’d suck some more, ‘That lucky whore taking that POZ cum..’ Then back to sucking him again. ‘Think you’d ever be up for something like that?’ He roared and shot what might just have been his last NEG load ever deep down my throat.

The older I get the harder it seems to get laid. I'm a big guy, in good shape, aged 49, 6' 3" and 250 pounds. I post sporadically on the locals sites, but usually find myself disappointed. Everyone was gone for the weekend, but I had to stay around as I had to work that weekend, so I posted an invitation on the usual sites, receiving the usual replies from the usual guys. So much for that. Later that night I was home having a few drinks and watching TV when a guy messaged me. We ended-up going back and forth, at one point telling me "Most guys can't handle my cock for very long." Of course I had heard this line more than once, so I challenged him to prove it, whereupon he sent me a pic of his big, black, beautiful cock. It was such a stunningly impressive cock I found myself thinking "I wonder if it actually is his cock." Yeah, I've been down that road before. "How old are you?" I asked. "Eighteen," he replied. "Mind if I see ID?" I asked. Ten minutes passed during which he was quiet, only to come back on saying "I'll show you in person." "Okay," I replied, giving him my address, and jumping in the shower for a quick clean-up. As I was drying off, the driveway alarm alerted me someone had arrived. A knock on the door sounded. Opening the door I found the guy, a young guy, good looking, skinny as hell, dressed in all black, wearing a hoodie. "Oh, hi, you're here," I said in greeting, adding "come in." Looking at him I was still concerned about age, so I asked "ID, please." Hesitating still, he finally produced a brand new learner's permit. He had turned 18 only a few weeks earlier. "Cool," I commented, handing over his permit as I continued "I just wanna ask - you wanna fuck?" He nodded in affirmation. All the time I had been wondering what exactly was the kid looking for, but that settled it. Off to the spare room we went, where, once the door was closed I dropped my shorts and shed my shirt. He kicked-off his shoes, dropped his sweats, and low and behold: it was the actual cock from the picture. It was soft, hanging there as the very image of relaxation. 'Oh my god, it's gonna get fuckin' big', I realized. Game on. Gesturing for him to get into bed, I attempted to give him head. Within 30 seconds it was at full solute, and it was, with no exaggeration, much more than I could handle in my mouth. As of this point he hadn't .. he really has not said to much to this point.. he pushes me face first down on the bed. Rolls in behind me.. his cock is warm as he rubs it on me. He grabs the lube on the bed and pours a lot on my back and rubs it on my ass and hole.. you can handle this he finally says.. yep. I node.. and he slides in me. I must admit. He is big.. omg he's in me slowly stroking in and out. More each stroke. I'm pushing out trying my best to take all of him, bingo I feel his balls slap my ass.. omg it's amazing.. he's picking up speed. And intensity.. he pushes me forward, climbs up on the bed. I'm face down ass up. He is straddling me and fucking breeding me deep and hard. I'm trying to squeeze down on him and he just fucks me harder.. I'm moaning telling him harder.. he's got my shoulders and pulling as he slams into me.. he goes rigid and I feel him cumming in me.. omg this got out of hand fast.. FUCK.. He is done. Pulls out and asks where the bathroom is.. I'm still collecting myself when he comes out and is fully dressed and headed for the door.. Gone. Omg I am still wrapping my head around what happened.. my phone chirps.. it says again in a hour.. I type yes before I have time to think about it.. he comes.back 2 hous later and fucks me harder and deeper I swear.. lol That's Friday night, he hits me up again the next afternoon. I'm sore as hell but hooked.. I am waiting ass up on my deck.. sun shimmying down.. he just slides in and ruins my ass and leaves, never says a word. Again later that evening.. same thing.. haven't heard from him sence.. lol But when I think about it, my cock gets hard and I feel like a total whore.. which I like.. I have always been a fan of black cock.. but now I'm hooked for life.. I fear though you have set the bar pretty high. Lol.. that was my weekend. How was yours.. ?

I love sucking totally in-denial married men. These are the guys who totally reject any possibility that they're not 100% straight, but they cum SO HARD in my mouth, while they stroke my bearded face. Yeah, you don't like men at all, but you seek out hairy, masculine, bearded cocksuckers. Just keep being you and keep feeding me your dicks.

I'm ALWAYS up for a guy or group of guys to piss on and in me! I take the golden juice in my ass and down my throat. Love being coated with piss before I get fucked so I can smell like the guy(s) breeding me!

Would love to hear more on this one sometime. Oink

1990 Was it really almost thirty years ago? How did so much time go by without my consent? It was a great time to be young and starting a new life in a new city. I got a job as a copywriter for a struggling ad agency that didn't pay all that great. I didn't mind because anything was better than being a poor college kid. I moved into a very old apartment building near the middle of the city. The whole area had high hopes to become "quaint", but it didn't seem to be working very well. The rent on my studio apartment was the same as what I'd paid for the student slum I'd just moved out of. It was on a rounded corner of the building which made my place curved and unique. It was noisy and very gay. This neighborhood had become a 'safe place' for low-income misfits. Young people with crappy jobs and alternative lives congregated here. My 'gaydar' had never quite worked which caused me to always get interested in guys that were batting for the other team. I ended up jerking off a lot. So be it. It didn't take long for me to join up with a ragtag crew of gay men who lived in my building. We'd all meet up at a park around the corner to gossip, drink and smoke. The park was actually quite beautiful for this area. It had an old iron archway at the entrance. There was no playground equipment or sandboxes because no families ever came here. We'd just take over a pair of picnic tables and hang out till all hours, passing bottles of whatever. This happened every single night, but I missed a lot of gatherings because there were TV shows I was addicted to and I hadn't yet splurged on a VCR. Twin Peaks was my number one favorite show back then. I'd sit and not take my eyes off my little 19" screen in, even if it was a repeat. I kind of hated missing out on the gatherings because this group loved to talk shit about whoever wasn't there. Vicious appraisals and rumors would fire them all up and I always wondered what was said about me. The de facto leader of the club was my next door neighbor, Kurt. He was pleasant to everyone but there were daggers hidden in his smile. There was a period of time when Kurt decided we should all have nicknames. Mine was 'Puppy Dog' - which I guess is better than other things I could have been called. That didn't last long because we kept mixing them up after the drinking had gotten underway. Let me editorialize here for a minute. I'm almost 52 now and the gay community has made so much progress in this country, but we still tear each other down on a personal level. Why? Weren't we all whispered about, laughed at and bullied when we were younger? Didn't we hate being called "fag", "homo", and "sissy"? It needs to end. We're all on the same side after all. A guy named Gene got it the worst. I'd seen him once or twice, but never actually met him. He worked for a sanitation company and, according to the group, smelled pretty rank all the time. He first encountered their scorn by using the park to cruise for blow jobs. It was a pretty large park with many trees and I had no idea what happened in the far shadows. Kurt had made it an unspoken rule that there was to be no sex within our club. He also didn't want a bunch of random horny men lurking about. Gene was also called "demented"."retarded" and "criminal". Everybody seemed to have a personal anecdote about Gene. "I was in the elevator with him once and almost passed out from the smell.","I saw him looking almost clean once like he'd showered and washed his hair, but the smell was still there. He can probably never get rid of it.", "Why does he come here at 3 in the morning, looking to get his dick sucked? No sane person would put their mouth on him.", "I was once trapped in a conversation with him and I couldn't make any sense of what he was saying." I didn't belong with this group. Poor Gene. I was stupid enough to try to defend him. "Garbage Men make a pretty good salary. They're Union." Kurt looked wounded. "Who cares? He obviously doesn't spend a dime on soap. You know what you say when you see him? You say 'Hi, Gene' ...you know like 'hygiene'. It's getting to be an old joke but it's still funny every time." Was it funny? Not in my opinion. Every time we saw a figure in the distance, the crowd would yell "Hi, Gene!!" Stupid. I decided right then to make this gathering an infrequent event for me. Kurt trapped me in the hallway and asked why I'd been so scarce. "I took on some freelance work and it keeps me very busy." I didn't sell the excuse very well and he started looking at me differently. Judging. I didn't want to give him any new ammunition to use against me so I stayed civil when I made small talk with him. I was really loving k.d. lang at the time, but I never played music very loud in case he tried to use that against me. Ultimately, I decided I didn't care anymore. It took me 22 years, but I finally started to not give a shit what other people said about me. I blasted my music after that. Apartment-dwellers know that you have to pick a really good time to do your laundry....not a peak hours. I usually did mine early on Saturday mornings when the rest of the building was sleeping off whatever they'd done the night before. That Spring I developed some severe insomnia. I was wide awake and staring at the ceiling one Sunday morning before the sun was even up. I decided to just go ahead and do a load of whites. I had a pocket full of quarters and a new book I'd started...I might even do two loads if sleep never came. Of course the laundry room was in a depressing basement. Most laundry places were glum. I started getting to the task at hand. 75 cents to wash and 50 cents to dry. I stayed there and read my book undisturbed. Say what you will about this chore but I always liked the smell of soap and fabric softener -- it was a fresh, hopeful scent. Right after I'd loaded the dryer, I saw him. Gene. He seemed like he was sleepwalking or on drugs or something. He looked dazed. Was he just now coming home? Or going out? I just gave him a smile and went back to my book. I wasn't about to say "Hi, Gene" because of those guys in the park. It seemed my smile was all he needed to walk right up to where I was sitting and say "Don't you sleep?" "Hi. Yeah. Lately, I've had trouble staying asleep, though. Thought I'd get this done since I was wide awake." How to describe Gene physically? It's not easy to penetrate that aura of weirdness to really see him. He was about 6'2" with a fairly average build...maybe a little underweight. Around my age. His jet black hair looked like he had cut himself. He did seem a little unclean, but whatever odor he had was masked by the laundry detergent smells. "I'm Troy. I moved in here a few months ago." "I'm Gene -- which is short for 'Genius'." Was he kidding around? His expression didn't tell me. "I've seen you around. You're on the seventh floor, right?" "Yeah. On the rounded side." "That's nice. Know anything about giant squid?" Huh? He might actually be crazy. "No. Not much." "He sat next to me. I smelled something a little foul but it wasn't so terrible. I grew up on a farm and had smelled far worse things. "Why do you ask?" "They can kill you. They shoot this thick cloud of ink out of their bodies and it's heavy and sticky." I didn't think that was true, but I just nodded. "Can you imagine? You're underwater and one of those fuckers releases that stuff all over you. You're glued to a rock or a reef and you can't breathe....so you die." "Wow." When would my stuff be dry? I didn't care if it was damp or not -- I was going to get away from this guy. "So you know that Kurt guy, right?" "I know him, but we're not friends." "He's out to ruin me for some reason. I never did anything to him or any of the park gang. Don't bother me none." "He's a viper in a ballerina costume." That made him laugh. He may have been a little unkempt but he had an honest smile -- perfect, white teeth. "What do you do, Travis?" "It's 'Troy'. I'm a writer. I work for an ad agency downtown." "Wow. You look like you're 15...and already a 9-5 professional? Impressive. I work for Duffy Sanitation. I only work 30 hours a week, but the pay is good. I am saving up enough to get the hell out of this place...maybe go take some college courses. I like to write too. I'm working on a book when I have time. Maybe you can help me with it." "Fiction? Like a novel?" "Yeah. There's a giant killer squid in the chapter I just started." OK. This was interesting now. I fed more quarters into the dryer. "Well -- I don't think squid shoot ink that traps people. I've read about them and they use the ink to get away from predators. It just clouds the water so they can escape." "Not in my story. It kills divers." He wasn't crazy -- just a writer. Same difference. "What are you doing up so early, Gene?" "Just stuff. I like to walk very late at night and see what's up in the park." "Is there ever anything 'up' at this hour?" I held my cards close to the vest. Nobody goes off by themselves to a park at this hour. "Sometimes. It's a pretty big park and the huge Cottonwood trees at the far West end and they hide some interesting people." I guess Kurt got some things right about him. "Isn't that dangerous?" "It can be. You should go with me some time." Oh hell -- Kurt and his posse would have a collective heart attack if they saw Gene and I cruising the park together. "Sure, but I usually don't stay up this late or early. I've just had trouble sleeping lately." "Try smoking hash. That'll solve it." He had to be kidding, right? I could never even handle regular pot. It made me nervous and helpless. "Nah. I'll probably call my doctor and try to get some Valium or something." "Just don't get addicted. I smoke hash almost every day before work. It's not like the day goes faster or anything -- it's just that it gets new and interesting. It's loud work and most of the guys wear ear plugs but not me. The noise is amazing when you're high. I can feel it in my dick even." I'd known some people in college who could function perfectly fine when they were on drugs, but I'm pretty sure I'd never be one of them. "Wow. They don't drug test you guys?" "Just the drivers. I think your clothes are dry by now...it's been over an hour." He was right. They were most likely baked to a crisp already. I took everything out of the dryer, folded the t-shirts and paired the socks. I did it mainly because I knew that if I left now, this bizarre conversation would end. I also wasn't even close to being sleepy. Gene watched me and kept talking. "Remember when you were just starting school and the teacher would tell the class to put their thinking caps' on? All the kids pretended to put on hats but I never did. I also never said 'God' when they made us say the pledge of allegiance." I would have liked to have known him as a kid. We might have been best friends. "I never took the words of that pledge to heart -- it was all just automatic parroting. Same with The Lord's Prayer. I had no clue what any of it meant." I was done and Gene grabbed my basket to carry it for me. "Oh, you don't have to..." "It's okay. I got it." Well, I guess he was going to follow me to my door. Would he want to come in? "Thanks. So you don't work on Sundays?" His aroma was a little more intimate inside the elevator. Either I'd gotten used to it or he didn't smell that bad. "Nope. Saturdays neither. We won't run into your neighbor, will we?" "I doubt it. He's never awake before noon or so. Don't worry." "I'm not worried for my sake...for his. I'll kick his ass and he knows it. I already know why he hates me." "Why?" "Long story. I need a beer first...got any?" We'd arrived at my floor. "No. I have a bottle of wine that somebody gave me when I graduated. I don't know if it's any good." "Yuck. No thanks. Put your clothes away and we'll go back to my place. I buy the good of beer." Well...why the hell not? I was curious if nothing else. Once inside, Gene complimented me on every single thing that caught his eye. My lamp, futon, candles, the neatness... "It's smaller than my apartment, but you've made really good use of the space." I thanked him and began putting my clean clothes away. He went on to study my collection of tapes. "Bonnie Raitt, Blondie, Lindsay Buckingham, Nirvana...you've got great taste. Never heard of k.d. lang before. Is it a she or a he? Country?" He picked it up and tucked in his back pocket. "We'll listen to this when we get back to my place." His hand was groping his crotch but I didn't read anything into it. Guys just do that sometimes instinctively. I did it even when I had no sexual thoughts at all. "OK. I'm done. Ready to go?" We left and I saw Kurt's closed door. He would flat out shit himself if he saw me leaving my apartment with Gene. I almost wanted him to be awake and see this. "I'm on 3. I don't have a nice view like you do, but I get to see the sun rise every day. You ever write poetry?" "No. Well...sort of. I've written slogans -- which sometimes rhyme. So why do you and Kurt hate each other?" He looked down at me and shook his head. "Not yet. I'll tell you everything after I have a beer in my hand." Ding. We arrived and I didn't even take one second to think what I might be about to see. He opened the door and I was expecting anything but what I saw. It was normal. Plain. He had a really nice stereo system and some assorted furniture that didn't look showroom new but not dingy. I sometimes saw random old chairs and sofas on the curb. I'm fairly certain he didn't get any of his stuff from the street. Yes, the smell couldn't be called "pleasant", but it was not horrible either. I thought of a friend of mine who'd worked a year in a candle store. She and everything she owned smelled like candles. I guess you couldn't help but bring odors from your job home with you. "That looks like an expensive stereo, Gene." "JVC. It's not all that fancy." He took out the k.d. lang tape out of his pocket and put it in. "Rewind it so we can listen to all of it." I noticed there was no dust anywhere. I'd left the tape at the end of my favorite song "Diet of Strange Places". I rewound it just a little so he could hear what I considered to be one of the best songs I'd ever heard. I'd never played this for anyone Starving, I've got this hunger/ Growling from deep within By the time I turned around, Gene had taken off his shoes and socks. He was sitting on the couch and stretching his legs. "Wow. It's a woman. She's got an excellent voice. How'd you find her? She'd been on TV several times, but I couldn't even answer before Gene went to the kitchen to get the beers. I guess he really really wanted one. "Can you play that song again?" "Let's listen to the rest of this side and then I'll rewind it." He arched an eyebrow as if I was challenging him. "Sure, Troy. Are you all comfortable there on the floor?" I actually was. "Yeah. This is good beer." It was. "It's imported." He suddenly got up and sat down on the carpet next to me, mimicking my way of sitting. "Don't sip that like it's one of your wines. You take good healthy swallows of beer. It's not like you have to get up for work today." I am an amateur when it comes to drinking. Well, OK. He'd already finished his. I chugged and handed him the empty bottle. The lack of sleep and the fast beer seemed to make me feel completely content. "Okay, Gene. Now tell me why you and Kurt have this feud." He sighed. "I'll start by saying we know each other already." Another sigh. "He and I moved in here at about the same time. We were pleasant to each other at first. I started checking out the park after a week and kept seeing him there...not at the picnic tables. He was cruising the shadows just like me. You won't believe this but I saw him get fucked by strangers. He knew how cute he was and used it to get so much dick up his little ass." I was blown away by these revelations. "Um. Did you and he...?" "Yes. Twice." "With a condom?" "There are no condoms in a park at 2 in the morning. I've gone through periods of time when I liked fucking...on both ends. But it's so much easier to just get your dick sucked. You shoot a load either way." "Wow. So he hates you for doing that with him?" "That's not all." He was deflated by the confession, but went and got us two more beers. I had so much to think about. Too much. This beer was so good. "He hates me for knowing something else." "Give me a second to have some more swallows." I was bordering a state of shock. Sleep would just not be possible for now. He was watching my face for any trace of what I was thinking. The tape turned over automatically. I finished half the beer before he continued. "I know he was HIV. I only know because we run into each other at the free health clinic on Poplar sometimes. I've got it too, by the way. What are you thinking right now?" I had no idea what to say. I'd just wing it for now. "I guess I have to say that I'm sorry." "For what?" "That you have the virus...and also that you haunt the damn park for sex when you're good-looking and smart enough to just date like regular people." He arched his eyebrow again. Maybe I'd said the wrong thing. Beer. "You think I'm 'good looking'? For real?" "Yeah. And tall and honest and.... Just go get a decent haircut. I'll take you to the place I go." He flashed that dazzling smile again and I felt the floor disappear from beneath me. "Look....the sun is coming up. It's never the same but always perfect." I turned my head to watch. He was right -- perfect. Pink and lavender were meeting up in such a beautiful way that words couldn't possibly tell you how perfect it was. I turned back to thank him for pointing it out to me but we weren't eye-level anymore. Gene was standing. He was rubbing his crotch again, but this was intentional. His eyes were so brown that they were almost looked black. I touched his bare ankle. I was developing some feelings for Gene. And now? I'd be passive and wait. He was the host. "Remember me telling you what I liked the most?" Of course I did. He unbuttoned the fly of his jeans and let a bare naked dick jut out into the air. It bounced even. I was still on the floor at his feet. "Do you think you'd like to help me out? It's not entirely safe, but I won't cum in your mouth...that should be okay." I let my hands wander up and down his legs. They were harder and more developed than I would have guessed. He did physical work after all...not to mention all his park walking. I figured my hands were answering for me. Yes. I wanted to give him the best blow job he'd ever had from a beginner. I knew what I felt like doing but wasn't sure it would be enough. The penis wasn't huge or anything, but it was so straight and so hard -- he could punch a hole in the wall with that thing. I'd have to move myself up on my knees a little higher. His hidden virus didn't once enter my thoughts. I put my lips on the plum-colored head. His gasp was one of absolute pleasure. "Yeah...go slow. Take your time." I could've listened, but my hunger for his beautiful organ was bordering on insane at this moment. I did what I could to take the whole thing. "Shit! I didn't expect you to make me feel so good. Keep it up and I'll shoot down your throat in about ten seconds." I redoubled my effort and, sure enough, he tensed up with a load ready to release. "Fuck, man!" He let a few heavy spurts loose on my tongue. Semen. HIV semen. I could do this every day. I pulled away and tried to recognize myself and where I was. I took some deep breaths and stood up...a little unsteady. "How'd I do?" "You earned first prize. Let's go to my bedroom and relax. Need another beer?" I had barely touched the last one he'd brought me so I said 'no'. k.d. was still singing and I heard new things. I was also loving the taste in my mouth. "Nah. I'm fine." "Leave the beer and let's go to bed." "Lead the way." His bedroom was pretty nice....the smell lingered, but I thought it was sexy now. I'd buy him some nice candles from a fancy store. "Get out of those clothes and get comfy." I was amazed at how calmly I did as told. His bed was super comfortable. He was fishing around in his nightstand. I almost asked him what he was doing but was too mesmerized by the sight of his nice bare ass. I could hear the music coming through the wall. He found his hash pipe or pot pipe or whatever it was. "You can have exactly two hits. It's not hash -- just really good weed. I'm afraid of letting you escape into your private thoughts. Infection from oral sex is pretty rare...so don't get wrapped up in regret just now." I was still rock hard and my boner didn't seem to care that it was so obvious and visible. Sex was unfair that way. Both partners should cum at the same time, every time. I felt kind of ridiculous. Gene was doing his weed thing and trying to light it. I wasn't real excited about this, but the smell was nice and exotic. He passed it to me and I made a good amateur effort to inhale it the correct way. How soon would this start working? My lungs absorbed the smoke. I suddenly didn't want a second hit...I was not a 'pot person' and likely never would be. Lets just see how it went. Nothing so far...except the music crept in and got louder. It's almost as if the stereo was right there in the room. You're drivin' me crazy/ Hey now, baby,please "I'm going to buy a CD player next week. This will be the first disc I get." He took a few more puffs of the magic herb while I just looked at his nude body. "You've got really nice legs, Gene." "Yeah? I don't have a sit-down job like you do. Manual labor is better than going to the gym. Damn, Troy....you have an intense erection. Horny? I'm flattered." It seemed wise not to say anything right now. He was fingering his balls and working himself up into an emerging boner. "Give me a minute to rest and we'll do each other again. Whatever you want. I didn't mean to be so selfish earlier...I just really love getting blown. I can blow you next or you can do me again. Take a minute to think. Really think. I don't want to hurt...." His words turned into scribbles as he talked. I was just happy to be near his warm, feverish body. My instinct was to kiss his mouth like we were in a romantic movie. I ignored the bizarre dreams waiting for me. My Gene. I decided I wanted him to fuck me,bust my cherry. HIV never figured into the decision. I wanted him to shoot a load inside of me even though I'd never been fucked down there. How bad could it be? Gay men did this. He needed to relax and build up another load. I waited. "So?..." He knew how to read me, so why didn't he just take charge??" "I want you to fuck me, Gene. Like we're on our honeymoon." "I was afraid I'd get you to this point. Shit. I have a dirty cock and no rubbers. I want to fuck your ass so much, but it's just too dangerous." He was high, but still reluctant to do the wrong thing. You have to admire that ethic. And I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to have some bare, raw sex with him. But I was going with the mood. It was already mid-morning, and the sun was snaking itself through the blinds. I was just really wanting my cherry to be popped by the wonderful dick which belonged to this wonderful guy. Viruses were a random thing...and so was mortality. None of us were guaranteed a long life. Despite all our fatal thoughts, Gene's cock was standing up straight like a soldier. My own boner had never gone away. "Let's follow through with what would happen eventually." "You sure? Put your thinking cap on, Troy." "I never take it off." "OK. No going back from here." He was stroking his meat faster and harder. It made a wet sound even though there was no lube involved. He leaked a lot of pre-cum which impressed me. How bad could this be? "Once I start, I don't stop. You're about to get a powerful fuck that will change you forever." He may have been trying to warn me, but all it was doing was making me hotter. "Yeah. It's going to happen eventually. I'd rather it be with you than with some stranger. Know what I mean?" He was thinking. "OK. You aren't too stoned to consent to this, right?" "Weirdly, no. I have a history of freaking out when I smoke, but I'm fine. I feel very clear." "It's good stuff. Very kind to the system." He had worked himself up into another impressive hard-on. I still couldn't get over how straight and steel-like it looked. "You have the most perfect dick I've ever seen, dude...not that I've seen any besides in magazines. But still..." "Thanks, Troy. Yours is nice and healthy-sized too. You'll fuck me one day, right?" "ANY time." That made him even hotter. "I don't have any lube. I wasn't expecting company tonight. I have Crisco in the kitchen...lemme go go grease my stuff up. Be right back...." He left me alone with k.d. lang's perfect voice still serenading me in the morning light. This lonely achin' heart of mine/ That now, folks, feels sublime Gene returned with his proud boner all shiny and perfect. I wanted that tool to take my virginity, but more importantly, I wanted this man to take it and be my first. His disease didn't factor in at all. I wanted this. I wanted HIM. "Move on down to the end of the end of the bed. Stay on your back so I can look at you and see if you're in too much pain. I really, really don't want to hurt you." "I'll be okay, Gene. This is for you too." I wished he'd fall in love with me and want to fuck every night...even though I'd never done this before. It must feel good if the whole world was doing it. "Ready? No turning back once I get inside you. I'll try to pull out before I cum, but I don't have a real good track record in that department. " I searched my brain for hesitation but didn't find any. "I'm ready." It was awkward getting adjusted, but he'd done this before so I just cooperated. It was almost like doing a reverse sit-up...with some help. His dick felt even larger than it looked, especially as it tried to find my little opening. He found it and a wave of pure pleasure washed over his face. Glorious anticipation. Then he was making a concentrated to poke his way in. I didn't expect the pain -- it felt like a cruel violation. "Too much?" "No. I mean -- please go slow." "OK. This is the worst part. It'll feel better pretty soon. Hold on." I took him literally and reached around to grab his butt with both hands. He moaned and that made me open up a little more. His hard rod inched forward and the pain was still pretty intense, but not any worse. In about six seconds, something inside of me down there ached in the most awesome way. Prostate. He must have known it after I let loose a sigh of satisfaction. "Found it!" I ejaculated right as he said that. No wonder gay guys were dying from this act -- it was worth dying for. Then he fell into a rhythm of going in and out, in and out. I was in ecstasy, plain and simple. He sped his pace up and I felt his butt cheeks clench and relax over and over again. He had his eyes closed. "I'm getting ready...I'm going to...hold on..." I really didn't want him to pull out. I wanted him to have his moment just as I had. "FUCK!" He tensed and then collapsed on top of me. His weight was delicious. "Wow. Thank you, Gene." "I came inside of you. Shit, I'm sorry. It just felt so good." "Don't be sorry. I wanted you to." "I guess I kinda knew that. I'm grateful, but a little scared for you." Gene and I ended up as a 'couple'. We fucked constantly and talked about moving in together. Kurt's little group broke up as guys moved or got tired of his bullshit. Gene kept dragging me along to with him to the clinic and I finally tested positive the week before Easter. He still craved sex with strangers from the park, and I went with him sometimes. It was kind of thrilling to watch him spread his seed. He always came home to me...my garbageman, my first and last love.

I was nervous about it but I was feeling horny and I knew I needed to do it. When I got there it was a seedy place but also really hot. Lots of naked guys, uninhibited, wanking, sucking and fucking each other in every other room. Just loads of faggots and tops having lots of sex. I was like a kid in the sweet shop! This was my first time at a sauna and I was so excited. At first I found a quiet spot and wanked off, watching a couple of guys suck each other. It was really horny and got me in the mood for something more adventurous. Then I explored the sauna for a while to watch other guys having sex and, after a while, I came across a couple of big hairy guys. Both over six foot tall with tattoos and both must have weighed over twenty stone. Both had bushy beards but one was bald and the other had long hair, tied back in a pony tail. It looked like one of them had been giving the other a blow job before I'd interrupted them. "What do we have here." Said the bald guy. "Looks like a little bitch that wants fucking. Do you want fucking bitch?" I nodded nervously. "We don't do condoms." Said the long-haired guy unapologetically. "Only bareback." "Are you poz?" Asked the other. "No, I've only done it safe before" I whispered. "We're both poz." Said the long-haired guy. "So when we fuck you, we'll poz you up. What do you think of that?" I immediately got a massive hard-on. I knew it was wrong but the idea of irresponsible, risky sex, was hot. The two guys looked me up and down and smiled knowing smiles. "Pathetic little subs like her have to do whatever she's told." Whispered the long haired guy to his friend. Then the bald guy with a beard nodded and smiled at his friend before barking out an order to me "Get on all fours faggot. We're gonna spit-roast fuck you so rough that both your holes will be sore for a week!" I meekly got on all fours and the long haired guy lubed up while the other hairy bear waved a gigantic 8 inch dick in front of my mouth. I took hold of his cock and guided it into my mouth and began to suck and take it deep throat. No sooner had I taken a couple of sucks that I felt the familiar sensation of a big dick penetrating my rim and the second large cock eased its way, bareback, deep inside me. "Take that poz dick bitch." Whispered the long haired guy in my ear. "Take it." Soon both big guys were groping and fucking me at both ends – their two big dicks ramming vigorously in and out like firm pistons, as I passively crouched down all fours taking it like a bitch. It felt great. And I didn't even need to wank myself as the big guy who was fucking me was groping and playing with my dick the whole time. All I had to do was stay there on all fours and take it. "This is so fucking hot! Let's poz up this bitch!" Moaned the long-haired guy as he rammed his dick deep inside me. "How d'you like being bred, bitch?" "We're gonna fill you so full of poz-cum you won't believe." Moaned the bald guy as I sucked him "You like that sub? You want that?" I stopped sucking for a moment and moaned "Yeah. I want it." Before taking his cock in my mouth once more. "Oh yeah you dirty little bitch, I bet you want it!" Moaned the long haired guy. "I've always wanted to poz up a pathetic little sub-fag like you. You're gonna get pregnant with our poz seed and give birth to our HIV baby! Fuck! This is so hot!" God it was hot! I knew it was so risky and fucked-up on so many level but it was such a turn on having two dicks inside me at once. I'd never thought of myself as a bug-chaser but it was so hot risking it bareback with two complete strangers I couldn't stop. I just moaned with pleasure as I sucked hard and felt my ass get pounded. I'd been so lost in getting spit roasted that I hadn't noticed what was happening around me. I happened to glance up after I'd been taking these guys dicks for about ten minutes to see another guy standing there watching whilst a boy was sucking him off. He wasn't just watching though. He was filming me on his phone getting spit-roasted! O god he was filming it all! I was so frightened but also found hugely thrilling. I gleefully carried on sucking and offering up my bum. A few more hot thrusts and my mouth was full of cum and not long after I could feel the other guy squirt his seed up my ass. I came of course, the mere thought of taking cum inside me at both ends made me cum in itself. There was cum everywhere. But they hadn't done with me yet. After a short rest they just swapped places and started fucking at the other hole. "Oh yeah! Let's breed the fuck out of this neg-bitch!" moaned the bald guy as he fucked my ass. All the while the other guy was still filming. They were both so turned on by bareback breeding a sub-neg bitch that they couldn't stop fucking me – they had to swap places for a third go at my holes before they were fully satisfied. The other guy filmed the whole thing. Afterwards the other guy said "God that was hot. I'm loading the video of it all up to a porn site. There's a lot of demand for bareback porn – especially fucked up bug-chaser shit. And that was some really hard-core stuff!" "Let me know the site, I'd love to watch it!" I moaned in ecstasy as the big hairy bear slid his cum and lube coated dick out of my ass for the last time. I was really turned on, it would be really hot for strangers to see me getting fucked by those two poz bears. I'd become a filthy bug-chasing slut and that was that – as long as it made me cum nothing else mattered. I couldn't wait to get diagnosed poz and wank off watching the video!

Sounds super hot. In the Netherlands here, think your buddy would be interested?

Reaching over, Alex took the bag of meth from Blackie's outstretched hand, licked his index finger, dipped it in the bag and extracted 5 shards just as Blackie had done. Careful not to spill any, he placed the bag on the nightstand. Moving down on the bed, he saw Blackie's hole and it seemed to wink at him in anticipation. Alex worked his finger gently into his target, twisting it and Blackie's ass was actually pulling it inside. Instantly, Blackie's butt muscles squeezed Alex's fingers, absorbing the meth. Gently removing his finger, Alex brought it to his mouth and sucked on it for endless seconds, relishing the taste of Blackie's ass. "Fuck, you got one sweet ass! Blackie, get that full blooded African dark berry over my face!" He said, practically an order. In less than a second, Blackie sat on Alex's face, his pierced nutsac resting on Alex's chin. Never one to just dive in and chow down, Alex gave a few teasing licks up and down Blackie's butt crack. Curling his tongue inward, he gave a few jabs, barely penetrating the entrance. Gradually, putting more of his tongue into Blackie's hole, Alex was amazed at the responsiveness of his butt muscles. Not only did Blackie's ass taste sweet, it produced a seemingly never ending supply of sweet butt juices which inspired Alex to thrust his tongue deeper. "Rimbo is right!" Blackie moaned. "Your tongue is hitting places in my ass no other tongue has reached!"

Hope there’s more left to this amazing story. Would love to be one of the bottom for these hot Dads!

Part 26 I tried to think back to the rounds the first time Tom let his friends fuck me. 420, Double stuffed and Arse to Elbow. Thinking about the increasing level of pain of each round I could feel an unease come over me. The gas mask was roughly put back on my face, I immediately recognised the smell of weed. It was strong and I could feel the rush hitting me. The first round had started. I felt the first cock line up with my hole, it was thick and dry, he started to push into me. I thought with a couple of loads already in me it wouldn't be too bad. I was wrong, Tom and Brian had cum deep in me so my hole wasn’t that wet yet. This guys cock was slowly tearing my hole and he only felt thicker the deeper he pushed in. With the slam, poppers and now the weed in my system my head was spinning, I didn’t know if I was in pain or loving it. “Fuck, here it comes pig!” The guy rammed his cock so far into my hole I could feel his balls crash against my ass! He ripped his cock from my hole and I felt the next pair of hands on my ankles. “Give him a good hit, he’ll need it” The gas mask was filled completely and I coughed trying to catch my breath. The guy at my ass was teasing his cock against my hole, I could feel the tip of his cock ring, although it felt more like a bar than a ring. In a quick monition he was in me completely. His dick wasn’t particularly big but his piercing felt like a sharp prick in my hole, tearing me up. “I like my cock pink pig” he grunted while pounding my hole. I could taste copper in my mouth so knew I was bleeding, it seemed to turn him on more. The sound of his thrusts got louder and louder until he screamed out as he shot his load. The fucking continued, I counted 13 cocks and more hits of weed than I can remember. I was completely stoned and my hole was well used. The gas mask was removed from my face and the fresh air immediately made me feel dizzy. My arms and legs were unlocked and I was lifted and flipped onto my front, I was stretched across a bench, with my locked cock placed in a hole to allow me to be strapped down tightly. The inside of my suit was drenched in sweat and I could feel my body getting hotter now that it was strapped down. I could feel fingers at my hole, playing with the cum that was now running down my leg. The fingers were then shoved into my mouth, I could taste the different loads of cum and the familiar taste of copper from blood. Poppers were then held under my nose and I did my best to huff them. My head was spinning and I felt like I was panting. I could feel hands on my ass and then my hole was full, I was trying to think what was happening, It wasn’t a fist, It was a toy, and a big one. It was slowly being worked into me, It felt huge and was stretching me open inside. The poppers continued at my nose and I knew my lips must have been blue by now. “That ass just sucks everything up into it, eh boy!” I felt a hard slap against my ass cheek “Yes Sir” was my safe response I felt him start to push his cock in along side the toy. My hole felt like it was tearing apart, I started to groan loudly but was quickly silenced by a cock ramming into the back of my throat. The guy fucking my ass started to pick up his speed, the sound of my ass being fucked was all I could hear. “Yeah boy, you love being double stuffed don’t you? Taking as much cock as you can get in that pig hole”

All three of the bottoms SIR 'helped' find the answer to that question thanked SIR when they came back with their "+" test results- and one of them, 2 years later had confessed to SIR that the only regret was that they had not followed their hungers and dark desires earlier- but every person is different and maybe hearing or talking to other bottoms who were in your position to find out what they felt and experienced....thew bond between a POZ-TOP and his boy is so unique and powerful.

Part 16 - Picking Them Off One By One Flicking through the many posts on facebook he found a picture of three guys, Mario, Jordan and someone called Curt. Diligently Sage had watched Mario unlock his phone many times and knew his pin code, Mario was sound asleep next to him. He saw that Curt had his arm around Jordan and could just make out Jordan's fingers showing he had hold of Curt's arse. It looked like he hung out at the same bar on Friday nights where he had picked Mario up, he locked the phone and replaced it. Mario's body was not coping well with the infection and he told him to go and see the a doctor, that was the extent of care Sage would give him. After all he had done what he intended to with Mario but he was getting nowhere finding Jordan, he thought he would keep Mario around a few more weeks since he still had a use. He had his most revealing clothes on as he walked in to bar, he only hoped that the traffic had not delayed him to much. Sage stood at the bar and ordered a drink, it was as if things could not have gone better, as soon as the bartender put his drink down he looked to the left of Sage to take another order. Sage glanced and there stood Curt their eyes immediately making contact and Curt nodded to Sage. Unlike Mario Curt was nearly his height and had a pretty defined look about his body. Sage nodded and returned his gaze as though he was looking at his drink, his eyes were actually fixed on the mirror behind the bar watching Curt. Unmistakably Curt was eyeing up Sage's arms and the muscle showing through the tight t-shirt. Sage smiled inwardly to himself and knew this was going to be easy, his view blocked by the bartender placing Curt's drink down, Sage turned to look out over the room his back resting against the bar. Curt sipped his drink "Gotta say man that is fantastic muscle definition you got going there". Sage nodded "Thanks" he looked at him and cocked his head to one side "I know you from somewhere". "Usually pop in here every Friday for a drink" Curt said implying this would be why. "No, not from here" he paused "I think it was a photo, some months back" Sage gave the impression racking his brains. Curt looked "hmm, I had a photo with two friends a while back it was on facebook". "Dam that's it, I'm sure you was in a photo with a friend of mine Jordan and his pal, err, Mario" Sage exclaimed. Curt laughed "Yes that was me" he relaxed as they chatted about their friends in common. Curt went as far as saying that he hadn't seem either of them for more than month, Sage said that Jordan had gone back to the east coast from what he could remember and didn't really know Mario that well only to chat to. They took it in turns buying drinks and Curt was getting a little flirty with Sage the more he drunk, Curt ran his hand along Sage's biceps mouthing the words 'holy shit'. Sage being charismatic and open to being flirted with attitude was starting to pay off. "So Sage, I don't normally do this, but do you want to come back to mine" Curt was edging on slurring his words. Sage smiled "You are very sexy Curt, but I don't know if we should" he ordered Curt another drink. Curt looked down "I should have guessed that someone like you would be more in to muscle men". Sage placed his finger under Curt's chin and lifted his head "Why would you think that?". Curt sighed "Don't know it seems to be the usual way". Sage kissed him lightly on the mouth "I am not that shallow, drink up then. I am not promising sex though". Curt gulped down with drink and felt the burn in his throat and coughed "Hell was that a double?". "Certainly didn't order a double" Sage placed his half empty glass down on the bar smirking. He followed Curt's slightly wobbly walking out of the bar, everyone else in the bar paid no attention to the two men leaving. Curt wrestled with his keys and opened the door to his apartment, Sage closed the door behind him and stood in the lounge. Curt walked over to took Sage's shirt off, his hands rubbed up and down the taught biceps, as he moved his hands over the chest and abdomen Sage closed his arms around Curt's body and kissed him deep. He hands moved to Curt's buttocks, squeezing and caressing them and jolting his shorts down in one motion so he stood partially naked until he removed Curt's shirt and he stood bare in front of him. The wispy blond hair and deep blue eyes starring back at Sage was more than he could desire, he slipped his shorts off and grabbed hold of Curt and pulled him in to his arms. His tongue lashed out deep in to Curt's mouth coating the inside with his saliva and rubbing his cock up against his body which was as rigid as steel, he was ready to seal Curt's fate for knowing Jordan. Curt pushing Sage away said he needed to get a condom, Sage picked up his shorts and pulled 3 condoms out showing them to Curt, their bodies collapsing on the carpet in the lounge they kissed liked their mouths were possessed by demons. Sage flipped curt over on to his stomach and slapped each cheek of Curt's arse, he kissed each cheek then spread them apart exposing his beautiful hole. Curt heard him spit and felt the warm saliva running over his hole before Sage dived in with this tongue. Curt cried out in ecstasy his legs pounding up and down against the floor as Sage tongue fucked and bit his hole, the alcohol in Curt's body making him horny he shouted out to Sage 'Oh fuck me Sage, fuck me hard oh Sage please fuck me'. Sage choose the special blue coloured condom that he always carried. He spat on Curt's hole as he tore the packet of the condom open and wrapped it over his shaft, Curt was not out of control that he couldn't check that Sage had put it on. His head arched up as he felt Sage's tongue eating his arse again, as quick as it had started it finished. He felt the muscled body snaking its way up along his body and looming over him. Sage tenderly kissing the shoulders and neck of Curt as he slowly moved up towards the ear, Curt's body arched and ached to be fucked. He turned his head and met Sage's lips as they parted and his mouth filled with Sage's tongue. He kissed him tenderly "Are you sure you want me to fuck you?". "Oh fuck yes and I want to feel your arms holding me tight as you do it" Curt replied in a husky sexual way. Sage kneeled up and pulled a sachet of lube from his shorts and bit the packet open, he put his finger nail between his teeth and bit a small part out leaving a coarse jagged edge on his index finger. Liberally applying the lube over his wrapped cock and Curt's arse he used a different finger to push some lube in and began to tease Curt's hole with the head of his cock. Curt gasped and moaned as the head slipped in, Sage gave a couple of gentle thrusts back and forth before slipping a few more inches inside his arse. Curt moaned and begged Sage to fuck his brains out, Sage lowered his body and slipped his left arm around Curt's chest, he heard curt moan 'Oh fuck yes hold me tight'. Sage lowered his full weight on to Curt's back gently and slipped his right arm around the neck positioning his hand on his left shoulder to shop him moving forward. Gently he eased most of his cock inside Curt and began to gently fuck without penetrating to deeply, his slow methodical movement broken by kissing, his hips moved up and down up then down with force that pushed his cocked deeper inside Curt who let out a loud cry. He had never felt such a hard cock inside him and every time Sage pushed in a different angle he could feel it pushing hard against anal wall. The stokes were gentle but very much deliberate, it was only a matter of minutes before the laxtex of the condom mixed with the oil based lubricant would wear it down and start splitting each time it was rubbed along the anal wall. Curt was moaning with a feeling of pleasure that he had never experienced before, the technique of Sage's fucking was extraordinary. Sage released his hold on Curt and slowly extracted his cock. Sage leaned over and whispered 'Fuck Curt you are so hot, stay there need more lube and to loosen your tight hole up a little', Curt lowered his head and produce an audible sigh of pleasure. Sage noticed a small tear in the condom already, he coated it in more lube and some on Curt's hole, he pushed his middle finger in to Curt's arse and passed him a bottle of poppers. Curt greedily began taking half a dozen long hard sniffs and Sage seized the moment and slipped his index finger in carefully, finger fucking him for a couple of minutes he then twisted his hand quickly ensure the jagged nail caught and ripped his anal wall. Curt's arse bucked but mixture of poppers and alcohol mistook the pain as pleasure and kept pushing his arse back on the fingers. Sage never one to miss an opportunity dug his finger in deeper and twisted them three more time before pulling them out. There was a good coating of blood on his two fingers which he licked tasting the blood of his new victim, he pushed his cock in harder this time as Curt screamed in pain and pleasure. Sage wrapped both his arms around the chest of the Curt and began to fuck him with more intensity, his grip on Curt preventing his body from moving away from his thrusting. Curt grabbed Sage's head pulling him towards his mouth, he was rewarded by the invading tongue of Sage, Curt's other hand was pushing up against the base of the sofa as if it would ease the rocketing thrusts his arse was now enduring. Sage raised his head and smiled at the feeling of the condom finally giving way and releasing his cock along with the stored precum in the tip. Curt laid there in heaven 'Hold me tighter Sage and fuck harder' he begged, Sage was only to happy to oblige. Sage ramped up the speed and intensity and pounded the sheer life out of Curt's body for a good 15 minutes until he felt his balls tightening. Curt began to resist and tried to free himself from Sage's grip but the more tried to ply the arms away the tighter they squeezed and held him, Sage sneered 'You wanted to get fucked now shut up and take it'. At that moment he rammed his hips so hard against Curt's arse that Curt squealed in pleasured pain and his eyes rolled up behind the eye lids, Sage could not see how much Curt was enjoying this since he was fixated on breeding his victim. Curt was rewarded for his good behaviour as his arse was flooded with stream after stream of Sage contagious bodily fluid, he continued pushing his hips hard against Curt's arse grinding as he did so. He had to make sure that his toxic seed coated all of his insides like an abstract piece of art. Curt collapsed forward panting heavily and Sage pulled his cock out and inspected his blood covered cock, all that remained was the plastic ring of the condom and a couple of latex strands, the rest had shredded completely apart during the fucking. Sage slapped Curt's arse and chuckled, not only would be by shitting toxic seed it would have blue latex mixed in. Sage went to the bathroom and cleaned his cock, Curt was sparked out on the floor when he returned. Sage dressed and went towards the door before he turned back to look at Curt who was now lightly snoring, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and snapped a picture of Curt. Smiling to himself and looking at Curt, he was by far the easiest stealth fuck to date, he closed the apartment door behind him as he left. Mario was feeling better and browsing the celeb magazine websites. A picture caught his attention title 'Nicky and husband fun in the sun'. The picture had been retweeted by friends of the person who took it until one eagle eyed gossip columnist came across whilst searching #FamousPeople, from there is circulated and appeared in several publications. Mario did a double take looking closely, it was definitely Jordan with his arm around a younger guy. Why on earth would Jordan be in Barbados with another man and who was it?, curiosity got the better of him and he googled the hell out of the picture trying to find a mention of the other people in the photo but it was coming up blank. He put his tablet down and dozed off. Sage opened the apartment door and walked in to the bedroom waking Mario up. "Glad your back Sage" Mario tentatively spoke "Jordan was in Barbados" he showed Sage the web page. Unmistakably he saw Jordan and the other guy "Who is the guy he is with?. Mario cowered slightly "I don't know". Sage saw Nick and Kit in the picture, he sat down and let Mario drift off to sleep again. He googled Kit and saw social media posts where he always seemed to be in one of the live music bars for an hour on Wednesday evenings. He smiled to himself, time to make a new friend tomorrow night he thought. It may be difficult since Kit was a famous rock musician himself but he would turn on the seduction that Sage did so well. He looked at Mario laying there in bed, pathetic idiot he thought broken so easily but in some way Sage was drawn to Mario. It was still early as Sage headed off to downtown LA and the bar just off Rodeo drive, deliberately taking the bus in he had time to study the photos of Kit in the bar. He nearly always sat in the same place to the left of the bar and the times on the photo postings were nearly always between 7 and 8pm. Sage pushed the door open and walked looking around strange he thought, this doesn't seem to be the place. He wandered over to a completely different looking bar and asked the bartender if this was the live music venue. The bartender laughed and pointed to a door at the back telling Sage the music lounge is out that way and is just getting started. He walked through and smiled, this is it he thought walking over to the left side of the bar he sat down and ordered a coke. The first band was playing a type of country rock playlist, he was totally immersed in the performance and didn't notice Kit coming in or that he was now standing behind him. The band finished and were taking a 15 minute breather, the lounge was only half full and Sage sensed someone behind him and turned on his bar stool to face the bar. "Hell dude, where did you come from" Sage made the pretence to jump in surprise. Kit laughed "Sorry mate didn't mean to make you jump". Sage laughed "I didn't know you where standing behind me". "Great band aren't they?" Kit stated. Sage glanced over at them "Pretty good, but I am just getting in to this style of music and still finding my way". Kit looked and assumed he didn't know who he was "I can help you understand I am in a band like this". "Really? thanks man would appreciate it" Sage held out his hand "I'm Sage". Kit took his hand "Names Keith but everyone knows me as Kit, you here alone?". "Yes, how about you?" Sage returned. Kit laughed "I am, Wednesday is my free pass night. How about a drink and we go sit at a table". "Thank you Kit that would be awesome, nice to have someone to talk to about the music style". Kit stayed in the bar for 2 hours with Sage they chatted on and off between the music until he declared that he would have to head off. Sage walked with Kit to the door and they agreed to meet up here again next week and swapped mobile numbers. Kit arrived home as Nicky was reading a script for a film, he told her about meeting a great guy who he just spent a couple of hours with talking about music. And the best part he doesn't know who I am, gonna meet him at the bar again next week. Nicky leaned over and kissed him and said it would be good for him to have a friend outside the band and the Hollywood set.

Cumming inside deep is my fetish. It is what I want most. To that end . . .for me mouths are a thrill kill. Asses don’t have teeth, the ability to clamp down like a jaw, or the suction a mouth does. So I am forever asking bottoms “gentle, please, gentle”. UGH a hard mouthing right before fucking really cuts sensitivity! So, I am always careful to limit how much oral stimulation I get before fucking. Get it wet. Get turned on with the dick in your mouth that is going inside your ass. (I think for some bottoms, its like sucking a dick before getting fucked records an idea of the size of the dick that is going to be inside them.) But I NEVER give bottoms free reign to suck on my dick. I want to cum fucking, and my #1 training tip for doing that is to decide whether you want to cum by hard stimulation (mouth, hand) or soft stimulation (an ass). MOST men, myself included, if they are to cum any way except for by their own hand, should 1) vary masturbation techniques so one doesnt become entrenched as the ‘only’ way, and 2) watch the famous ‘death grip’ aka our tendancy to squeeze hard (and harder and harder) our dicks when we stroke, thus making us need that kind of pressure to cum. I jack off at least once a day and cum fucking 4-5 times a week, and it amazes me how easy it is to slip into masturbation habits which make non masturbation stimulation not as effective And now that I think about it, I almost never manually stroke my dick during a fuck session. It is like two different kinds of stimulation, and the hand stimulation will win out if given an opportunity. My third bit of advice is to embrace some top dominant tendency. If the goal is to cum inside, then it only makes sense that the TOP lead the way to making that happen. The top is the one going there. I have learned. . . if a bottom is trying to join in the fuck motions and is tiring me out, I just stop until he gets the hint and stops. Or if he wont fucking shut the fuck up omg I cant think about my dick all that talking going on, then I put my tongue in his mouth or shush him. Or if he’s wanting to interact when I need to get in my own head to make the ass deep orgasm happen, then as top I am like ‘head in the pillow I am FUCKING YOUR ASS. ’ I love fucking, breeding ,and really loving on my gay bottom cum takers, so it is always a struggle not to get too sensitive to them, and I am constantly reminding myself that being a selfish top is in someways the keys to the kingdom, at least for me.

I had been checking out hot poz men online for a couple of years and came upon several that were willing participants in conversion play. Most of them were too far away to actually hook-up with them, but our conversations and emails were hot, and fed into my fantasies, and more to the point, the longer this went on, the more intense the desire which over came me to be the passive recipient of a toxic breeding session. This one successful breeder that had wanted to seed me from the first time I had contacted him (Lucas) finally became my choice. I especially liked him because he was so into poz breeding and sharing. He lived to get to knock up negative men. Also, he was a multiple cummer. He had been known to shoot as many as 14 loads in a night of breeding, which was a very rare thing in breeders, and this I had verified from some of his previous bottoms who had shared info with me. After over two years of back and forth and keeping up on each other's exploits, we agreed to a time of meeting that worked for both of us. I had to fly to his city and he picked me up at the airport and drove to his place to begin my four day visit. I had learned a lot about him during our two years of chatting. He had told me that he was a serious chaser for several years and vowed that when he got infected, he would never turn down a negative man that wanted converted. He had during the few years that he was HIV positive had successfully impregnated at least 26 men of whom he knew. Of course many of them never got back to him to let him know that he was successful, so the count is not exact. He has never been on any meds and takes all the recharges he can get on a regular basis. He has not tested since his first test when he got infected but knows that he is potent as his results in conversion rate is almost perfect. The month before I decided to go see him he told me that a traveling couple had come to see him for a one night, one breeding each on their way through town, and he had infected both of them and they reported back in 16 days that they were both horribly sick with the fuck flu. Just before I left to go see him, he said they had called and reported their tests were poz. This affirmed for me he was still in the game and results were positive for his seed. I had told him that I would really like to have my conversion videoed for future enjoyment. After all, a man only gets knocked up once. On the way from the airport, we stopped and picked up his camera man (Joe) because as he explained in the car, he didn't want to waste any time once we got back to his home. He said his cock had been anticipating my negative asshole to seed and was throbbing and full of cum. I'm not sure which one of us was more excited. Lucas had infected cam man Joe about a year ago and they both recharged each other on regular basis as poz fuck buddies. He told me that some of the men he had infected wanted a blood slam to make certain that the infection would take, but I told him that I wanted it fucked into me the old fashioned way. That way I can say I earned it. Slamming just seemed like cheating. I want that toxic seed deep in my shit hole, like a real man. We arrived at his home and went inside where about three feet inside the door Lucas took off his clothes and Joe took off his pants as his cock was so hard it couldn't be contained, knowing what was about to happen on video. Joe started the video rolling and Lucas said for the record "I am telling you that I am HIV positive and you are negative. I am going to fuck you full of HIV seed and you are willing to take it." "Yes," I replied, "that is the point of this breeding session." "Get your pants off," Lucas ordered, his eight by six inch cock dripping precum. To be continued.

Part 24 This is not what I had planned but my lust and the hand over my mouth, stopped me from protesting. I felt a hand reach down and tap the poppers in my hand, I instinctively took a deep hit in each nostril. I felt the heat rush to my face instantly. These were strong. The hand moved my arm up in a silent command for me to take more hits. I did, and felt the haze come over me and my hole twitch. I was walked forward, feeling strong arms guide me from behind as they took the poppers from me. My legs hit the side of a bed and I made my way onto my hands and knees. I felt a hand push me further into the mattress until I was flat on my stomach. Then the bed around me moved with the weight of him climbing on top of me. I could tell he was naked, he leaned down and whispered into my ear “How is Daddy’s boy?” It was Tom, the realisation almost broke my popper haze. “I had some business to sort out over the past few weeks, I see everything has come together nicely. Now lets get my boy recharged” I had barely taken in what Tom had said when I felt his pierced cock force its way into my eager hole. It stung and he kept pushing deeper without giving me time to adjust, I hit the poppers. My mind was swimming, I had an overwhelming sense of relief that it wasn’t some stranger. I didn't have to explain why my cock was locked away or that I was now Poz. “Good boy, Daddy has big plans for you tonight.” Tom started to plow my ass, pulling almost completely out and then slamming back in again, my ass burned but It was exactly what I needed. I had never felt more horny. “Tell me what you want boy” I didn’t know what to say I wanted the pain to end but I still had no release. “Fuck me Daddy.” I breathed out Tom stopped drilling my ass, without pulling out he flipped me onto my back. He removed the blindfold, his piercing blue eyes the first thing my eyes focused on. He was removing a key from a silver chain around his neck. He reached down and unlocked my cock. I instinctively knew not to touch myself. He opened the poppers and lined them up to my nose, I huffed deep but he held the bottle still. I kept breathing in deep, never breaking eye contact. I think I started to drool slightly and the poppers were put to the side, Tom grabbed my legs and placed them on his shoulders, he slammed completely into my ass. I hadn’t time to adjust to the new position, he was a man on a mission. “I'm going to top you up boy, give you more of our poz strain” I felt completely connected to him, I don’t know if it was the poppers or that I hadn’t cum in weeks but I wanted nothing more than to make Tom cum. To make my Daddy cum. “Please give me your cum Daddy, I want it. I need it” Tom looked deep into my eyes and leaned in and kissed me so passionately I thought time had stopped. I could feel his cock swell inside me and then begin to cum ribbons of his toxic cum. I felt my balls lift and I came harder than ever before. My whole body tingled and Tom just kept on fucking. I didn’t want it to stop. Tom broke our kiss but not his thrusting into my ass, which was now making a very sloppy sound. “I love you boy but I made a promise to my friends the first night I met you. I told them they could have their turn with you once I’d claimed you. You carry my strain, so we’re forever a part of each other, but that doesn’t mean I won’t let them have their fun too. You understand boy?” I slowly nodded, not quite sure what everything meant. “Yes Daddy” Tom kissed me again and finally stopped his assault on my ass. He took the cock cage and began to put my now tender cock back into it. I must have looked disappointed. “After tonight boy its just me and you, you won’t need this again. But for tonight your pleasure is not what anyone is thinking about.”

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Miguel stayed for another day with us and got several moreloads. Lucas had called some other buddies that came over bred him befor ehe had to leave. I was there for the full four days. I didn't know so much breeding could happen in such a short time. Being mostly a top, I had never taken so many loads, let alone have much cock in my ass. These guys don't just fuck for the sake of fucking, they fuck to seed. There were a total of 9 men (breeders) that had been there over the weekend and all were poz with no meds. I had kept the info from all of them so we could try to have a reunion later on and recharge session. In a little over a month I had gotten in touch with young Miguel and he told me he had converted and tested poz and had been back to see the men on two more occasions and is now in their recharge group. I got home and got the fuck flu real bad at the 18 day mark. It lasted for almost 9 days but when it was over, I got a couple of home test kits and did the tests three days apart and they both said poz. I didn't want to go to the clinic as I didn't want any record of me being poz for stealthing purposes. Since then I have had numerous anon breeding sessions at the baths and know I have gifted each one of them. I will elaborate on some of them soon.

The Intern Part 6 “Let me get a quick shot of the rig,” Devin asked as he walked around the side of the bed, pulling the long cord across the room. “Here, take the camera real quick.” He handed it off to Montgomery and returned to the computer.” “How much is the faggot about to get?” “.4” he said he as grabbed the boy’s hair once more, getting a close up of his face. A face lost in the hunger the drugs put him in. “Fuck dude, that’s twisted. This his first time?” Devin asked. “Don’t know, don’t care,” Montgomery said as he looked at the boy’s face, letting his fingers roam into Nathan’s mouth as the boy eagerly began sucking on them. Devin quickly typed into the chat room. “You ready to get slammed? You ready to be turned into nothing but a faggot for me and my friend to use?” He asked. He playfully slapped the boy, getting his attention. Not really knowing what was happening, the kid replied: “Yes, Sir” Montgomery turned the camera onto himself, “This faggot is about to get fucked up. If you all are lucky, we’ll share is used cunt with as much of DC as possible.” “Grab your phone too. You can record both at the same time, right?” “This ain’t my first rodeo, stud.” Devin replied. He quickly got up and ran into the living room, returned with phone in hand, ready to go. He took a seat next to Montgomery against the headboard, cameras in hand. “Hey faggot, I need you to look up. This is my friend Devin. Smile for the cameras and say hi, faggot,” Montgomery grabbed the kid by the chin and turned his head slightly to face the cameras. “Hello, Sir,” Nathan said. “Oh fuck, this kid knows how to get my cock leaking,” Devin said as he spit onto the boy’s face. The kid licked what spit he could reach. “Keep your eyes up there, boy. Stretch out your arm all the way,” Montgomery reached and grabbed the tourniquet and placed the velcro strap around the kid’s right arm. “You’ve got some great veins, boy. You ready to have your life changed forever?” “Yes, Sir.” Eyes still facing Devin. Devin scooted over just a bit, enough to get both Nathan’s face and arm in the same frame. “Make a fucking fist. Now.” Nathan obliged and barely registered the cool swab of the alcohol brush across his skin. Montgomery grabbed both points and found the one with the black Sharpie mark. “Listen boy. Keep your eyes on Devin but listen to me. I need you to be very still. Don’t you fucking move or else you’ll be in for a world of hurt,” Part of the comment registered, and was evident in Nathan’s voice as he quakily said, “Yes, Sir.” “Good boy, now be still,” He looked over at Devin. “You getting this?” “Fuck yeah boss, let’s get this faggot spun.” Montgomery lifted the rig once more to the cameras, gave it a two quick thumps, removed the orange cap and gently pushed the last air bubble out of the rig. He found the bevel, turned it up. With the other hand, he grabbed the kid’s arm and easily slid the rig into hiss plump vein. He let go of the kids arm and pulled back on the plunger and registered the crimson flash. “Here we go,” Devin said off camera to those observing the corruption via webcam. In one smooth push, Montgomery emptied the rig into the boy, quickly removed the spent rig and leaned over the lick the single droplet of blood that seeped from the microscopic hole. “Keeping looking at the camera, faggot. Your fans want to see this.” Montgomery quickly reached over and pulled the velcro strap off the boy’s bulging bicep. What Montgomery, Devin and the room of about 90 onlookers saw was the beginnings of a cum-slut in the making. Nathan’s eyes bulged, and he inhaled quickly, not sure what was happening. As quickly as he inhaled, the coughed. The five strong coughs shook the bed. Devin went and placed the webcam on the bedside table, saying, “Enjoy the show, pigs.” Montgomery rubbed his hands over Nathan’s back, down to his ass and hooked his finger into the warm hole and pulled him forward as the kid moaned. “You feel that pig, that is your true nature being unleased. Enjoy the rush, we are about to change your life.” Montgomery hoisted the kid up from his armpits and dropped him on his back next to him. He watched the kid moan and writhe, frantically grabbing for his cock, nips, ass, neck and face all at once. Nathan’s world had suddenly become bright white, like he had stared into the sun. Everything was blurry as heat radiated through every part of his body. He knew there were people in the room, but he couldn’t think straight. Nothing made sense other than a sexual craving had risen deep inside his body that he needed to satiate. His hands pawed at every inch of flesh he could reach. He was lifted and thrown, he opened his eyes but everything was still blurry. He closed them again and tried his best to release the animal that was howling to get out. One hand jacked his cock while the other searched for the howling. Was he the only one that could hear it? His fingers reached down and grabbed his balls, then down he rubbed his taint. Then something deep within him nudged him in the right direction. While one hand jacked his rigid cock, the other reached down, through is legs and began feeling for his hole. His animal instincts kicked in and he knew he found the source of the primal howl, he needed to feed it, set it free…he didn’t know what, but his finger, first one, then two seemed to be both keeping it at bay and luring it forward. He was beyond fucked up and, deep in the recesses of his mind, he knew this is what he wanted. Montgomery and Devin stood at the side of the bed, watching the boy try to please himself with his fingers. Eyes closed, jacking his surprisingly hard cock, the boy was doing all he could to feel as much pleasure as possible. Devin spit on him once more before reaching for the tourniquet. Montgomery was one step ahead and had a black leather belt tight around his bicep, hugging the right side of his body, keeping it in place. Without saying a word, the two slid the points easily into their veins. No resistance whatsoever. Devin glanced over to see Montgomery register his flash. With both rigs filled with that familiar burst of crimson, they pushed the plungers down, removed the needle, the tourniquets shortly followed. The two top studs were facing the camera, each let out a few short coughs, then an unmistakable growl as they both turned to the boy. Montgomery loved slamming. It was a way to untether the leash that kept so many beasts away. And now, watching his helpless victim do everything but beg to be fucked and used, his toxic monster gave a hefty twitch, as if preparing to give the kid a gift he wanted, even if he didn’t know it yet. Devin knew he was a guest and that the kid’s ass was Montgomery’s prize. He grabbed the kid and flipped him back over on his stomach and crawled back to the center of the headboard to give the tweaked jockboy access to his thick cock. Instinctively, Nathan knew what was expected of him. Arms shaking, he lifted himself up to get his mouth over the uncut head of Devin’s dick. He knew the kid would need some coaxing to get it down his throat and decided to wait on trying to fuck his throat until after Montgomery was deep inside his pussy. With the drugs coursing through his body, Montgomery took his place behind the kid, who was on all fours doing is best to get his mouth around Devin’s dick. With his tina-laced lube in hand, he squeezed a small amount on his cock and then another squirt on the kid’s hole. He quickly added two fingers to hole in front of him, teasing the boy. All he could do was moan. Montgomery thumped his cock against the boy’s hole, lining it up, knowing full well the kid wanted it. With one hand keeping his aim true, and the other hand on Nathan’s left shoulder, he began sliding in. Nathan’s body reacted. His head came off Devin’s cock, his back arched, and a guttural sound escaped his lips. “That’s right baby boy. We are just getting started,” and he thrust the rest of his cock inside as he pulled his shoulders back to make sure he was as deep as possible in this position. Nathan’s vision which began to clear up, and he took in the sight before him. A stranger. A man who he had never seen. Devin, looking down at his soon-to-be prize saw his eyes trying to focus. “Welcome back, slut. You liking that?” Devin asked. Nathan was in sensory overload. Behind him he felt the motions of a dick sliding in and out of him, but he had no idea how he had gotten in this position, and he didn’t care. All he knew was that he loved the feeling. In and out. Getting pulled back, deeper on the cock. He wanted it deeper. He wanted it harder. He wasn’t quite sure how to get the words out, so he let his body take over. As the cock pulled back, he squeezed his pussy ring as tight as possible and tried to move back with it to keep it in. “Ooohh, this slut is squeezing my cock. I think he’s ready.” Montgomery grabbed Nathan’s hips and took control of the fuck. Finger tips digging into the muscled flesh of the boy, Montgomery began to fuck with wild abandon. Long, hard strokes came in quick succession and the kid began to yelp and moan louder than Montgomery liked. “Shut the faggot up.” He said, not missing a stroke. Devin slapped the kid hard across the face, then roughly guided his moaning mouth to his throbbing dick. “One way or another, this is going down that faggot throat of yours. You better learn quick.” Nathan’s mouth was stretched like never before. He wanted all that he was getting, and his body was doing its best to accommodate the onslaught. The drugs in his body made him want what was happening to him like never before. He understood what the stranger mean as his thick monster began prying open his throat. The dick working his ass over caused him to moan on Devin’s dick, which gave the face-fucker a chance to push it down further with each moan. For as much as Nathan wanted this dick deep in his throat, he couldn’t accommodate. Devin felt Nathan’s last barrier, grabbed the kid’s head and simultaneously pushed the faggot down and thrust his hips up in one fast, hard motion, finally breaking the barrier. The pain was minimal for both. Devin felt some teeth scraping, but he was down his throat. Nathan felt no pain but was instantly aware of his airway being cut off. He looked up and Devin was smiling, a hunter looking down at his prey. He felt the pace picking up behind him. Montgomery was enjoying the show, feeling the kid’s struggle and how it made his hole tighten and his ass squirm. He needed to cum. “Keep your dick down his throat until I cum. Make him struggle, it feels good.” Montgomery lowered himself down to Nathan’s ear and whispered, “The faster I cum, the faster you get to breathe.” He lifted himself and straddled the boy and gave him two hard slaps, one to his ass and the other to the side of his head and yelled, “Work your fucking ass you fucking piece of shit! Let me know you deserve my toxic seed!” Nathan couldn’t breathe, but he knew he both wanted the fuck to never end but he also craved air. He began bucking his ass back on the man who had complete control over him. He frantically squeezed his hole, eyes on Devin who continued the throat fuck. The boy began to panic, hands trying to pull himself up and off, but the drugs made him, at this point, unwillingly compliant, to this onslaught. Somewhere off in the distance he heard Montgomery yell as he felt himself being pulled back onto his throbbing cock. “Take my load you fucking faggot," He yelled. "FUUUUCCCKKK YOOUUU!" Nathan felt his insides being coated with volley after volley of cum. Montgomery’s cock slowed down on the assault, but the fucking slowly continued. And just like that Devin yanked the boy’s head off his cock and laughed as the slut gasped for air, while at the same time let his ass was grinding back against the toxic dick that just delivered its poisonous payload. Nathan’s body was a mess of sensory overload. This feeling of giving in was new and he loved it. His body craved more. The panic he just felt now seemed like a distant memory. Devin slapped the kid for good measure to help bring him back to the moment. He pushed him off to the side as Montgomery slowly churned the load into Nathan’s cunt. With his right hand he turned Nathan’s face to the webcam and pushed it down into the mattress as he lay on top of him, slowly rotating his hips, making the boy moan. Montgomery licked the side of Nathan’s neck and nibbled on his earlobe just enough to make it slightly unpleasant. “We are just getting started,” he told the boy. He placed both hands on Nathan’s should and put all of his weight on the boy as he began to fuck the kid in hard strokes. “Tell. Me. You. Fucking. Want. It.” He punctuated each word with a deep jab inside Nathan’s wet hole. “I want it! I want it all! Give it all to me!” “Good boy. Now, smile for the camera. We are just getting started.”

At 7 1/2”+ my dick is big, not huge, and I have a big, mushroom head that swells up red and hard before I cum. I never had a problem with any one saying “No, too big.” My frustrations are (and believe me I am NOT complaining! about having a big dick!) 1. If there is dirt, I’ll find it. Maybe it is the suction that pulls it out? Idk how many times a guy has said, “I cleaned. Where did that come from?”. Worse, I have a current and likely soon to be ex fuck bud who winds up with a shit slurry from me churning left over water and poo. It is worst case in my opinion. I have told a few potential fuck dates it has to be either completely thorough or NO water assisted cleaning. I am getting to where I do not like fucking watery hole because of how it feels and what it leads to. 2. I am laregly blow job averse because 3/4 ‘s of guys who suck my dick start out ok, then decide to ‘go for it’ and swallow me all the way. My dick is straight. Most mouths go to the back of the throat and take a 90 degree turn south. OUCH It fucking hurts being crammed in and bent. It amazes me how many self described “service oriented” cocksuckers will get my cock in his mouth, choke himself on it, than start masturbating himself!! As it is, I want to cum deep in ass, which is soft, velvet, gentle. Mouths have teeth, jaws that clamp down, and throats that take a turn and hurt my dick. More than once blowjobs have killed my abilty to enjoy a subsequent fuck, by killing the sensitivity and adding pain where it does not belong. I have a little dude I fuck semi-retular. He is like 5-4. God, he turns me on. Not only can I really hold him in my arms, but my bare dick goes in him, fills him up, and hits bottom. When I blow my load in him, it is surely deep,deep in his gut. . I imagine huge dick guys enjoy that regularly, even if they encounter some who cant accomodate them.

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I absolutely love chubs, the bigger the better I am a versatile cub / bear with a thick dick and a nice ass If there are any chubby guys in northern California on here, please hit me up and lets get together ;)_

1982 It was the Summer after my 13th birthday when my dad decided I was old enough to get a job. He was in the military and hated seeing anyone not do anything. "You've wasted enough vacation time lying in your room with a book. Too late to be a real kid now, David. You're going to contribute from now on." What kind of job? I was thirteen. Was that legal? Maybe he wanted me to do something at the base he worked at...like build guns or diffuse bombs. He and I had absolutely no connection. "You'll be spending your days helping Mr. Murphy next door. He's 79 years old and needs help doing things around the house. Go to the store with him, help him make meals and keep him company. That's not so hard, is it? "No sir." I'd maybe looked him in the eye maybe three times in my life. He was pure army. I was pure pansy. The next morning Mom walked with me next door to Mr. Murphy's house. I hadn't seen him up close...ever. Picture Santa Claus on a crash diet. He had a white beard and twinkling blue eyes, but he probably didn't weigh much more than I did. I felt good things from him. Kind things. "Master David! It's so good to meet you formally!" "Hello, Mr. Murphy." "Oh, just call me Gus. I hear you've come to help me keep things ship-shape. You ready to get started? Want some cookies?" I was in a mood. I'd just started a paperback by an author called 'Stephen King' and wished so badly I could tear through it. But okay. I washed his breakfast dishes and dusted all the thousands of little corners and crevices of his living room. I knew that Mrs. Murphy had died a few years ago. Calvin Foth and I were having a water gun fight in the backyard when the ambulance came. I just assumed she'd died from being old - I didn't know there was an official cause. My mood got better as I swept and polished. Poor man. I'd have plenty of time to read my book at night. I checked out cook books from the library and tried out different recipes. Turns out I had a natural flair for cooking. I made him brownies and pies. I liked eating dinner with him much more than I liked being at my own house where Dad's mood was usually dark and scary. Mr. Murphy talked to me about his time fighting in the big war and about living in Europe. He talked most about his departed wife. The man clearly loved her. If Gus was telling a great tale, I'd come home after 10 PM. "You need to leave there sooner. That old man needs his sleep." Dad never once asked me anything about my life, he just gave commands. The bible says you have to love your parents no matter what, but I actually hated my father. Maybe the bible didn't know everything about life. Maybe it was bullshit. If I were ever brave enough to keep a diary, I'd write about what I just told you. But I knew better than to try and hide anything in this house. Gus was right in the middle of a story about hiking in Switzerland when he just paused, closed his eyes and died. I never saw death in person. The ambulance came and my Summer job ended. I cried -- even though my dad kept reminding me that he wasn't even family. Like that matters. I skipped school to attend his funeral -- which was the very start of my rebellious teen years. Dad was an asshole, and now he would start paying. I kept watering Gus's lawn and weeding his flower beds even though he wasn't there to pay me for it. I was refilling his bird feeders when a fancy car pulled into the driveway. I was technically trespassing, but Gus loved his birds. A very butch woman with short gray hair got out of the car and marched right up to me. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" I didn't even have a chance to answer. "I own this property now and you have to leave. I'm going to sell it the second as I clear all the crap out. Shoo." Crap? He had war medals in there...and like one billion framed photographs. Was this bitch his daughter? No way. He wouldn't have raised an evil toad like her. While I normally would have just silently slunk back to my house, I turned to this new owner and said "FUCK OFF!" I didn't even care if she saw my address and called my parents. I was slowly developing a spine. FIVE YEARS LATER I was in the middle of a bitter, sometimes violent battle with my father. He'd mostly ignored me since I went through puberty. I'd grown broader and taller but still had a girlish voice. I didn't know I was so obvious until I saw a videotape of myself at some wedding or something. I walked like a woman and my gestures were a little too delicate. I knew then that I was a FAG. My dad started avoiding me at all costs. It wasn't until I announced I didn't plan to go to college that he exploded and confronted me face-to-face. "What if I kicked your fairy ass right out now?! You're an adult and can go do whatever...work in a purse store maybe. I should have been wearing a rubber the whole time your mother and I slept in the same room." I just took the abuse calmly which only seemed to make him angrier. This was a nightly thing. I stopped getting haircuts at the base's barber shop and I hung around the worst of humanity, hoping for some bad influences. I smoked and shoplifted and made buddies with all the kids who had given up on a future. Just as I had. I had a full-time job that Summer and planned to find an apartment and never come back. I'd need to save up a little more money while I waited for my escape. That horrible woman kept the house for sale almost four years before giving up and replacing the sign in the yard with "For Rent". Ha! I'd been in the backyard when I overheard her bitching about what a disaster the garage was. "I found an empty shell of snakeskin that had to be five feet long. Whatever's in there can stay in there." Thank God (who I know longer believed existed) for snakes...and the busted housing market. "Did you see who rented the house next door? Some goddamn Mexican guy" Dad was so racist, but usually held his tongue because it wasn't cool to be that way with new recruits who were mostly minorities. He only exposed that ugly side to us. "I guess I should stop even taking care of the lawn. Neighborhood's gone to hell. He's got tattoos all over his damn body. All in black ink..which means he got them in prison. I've seen enough kids with those -- and they all have a record." I had to meet him. It would flat out kill my dad if I made friends with him. Didn't see him for weeks even though I was always looking for signs of the ex-con when I snuck out for cigarettes at night. Maybe I'd just start smoking in my room. What would happen? I didn't dare do it because it would hurt my mom. She was harmless, but I felt sorry for her and the life she'd had. I didn't love her, but I didn't wish her harm either. One day I noticed the new neighbor had put up some concrete religious statues in his front yard. Catholic. But he'd also set a birdbath right smack dab in the middle of the lawn. As gloomy as I was, I still got a rush of secondhand joy when I saw a sparrow or a starling enjoying a bath. Dad would not us to have a birdbath. "Those things are breeding grounds for mosquitoes." I had just started a rare three-day weekend when I decided to move closer to the new neighbor's yard. It was mid-morning. There was a little gate hidden in Mr. Murphy's overgrown hedges. I had my cigs with me and decided have one -- just on the edge of the property where I could get a closer look at things. I wondered if his birdbath already had mosquito larvae wriggling around inside. Maybe I could dump it out and fill it back up with fresh water. No. The early morning sun was too bright and exposing. I'd just finish my smoke and go back home. I saw that the backyard was as overgrown as it had ever been. I liked it being a natural habitat for all sorts of wildlife, but he'd get fined by the city if they still gave a shit about things like that. There was same old rusted out swing and the rotting picnic table. The bitch daughter had never bothered to take care of any of this. I threw my spent cigarette into dew-soaked crabgrass and prepared to go back to my room to start a new book I'd bought called "The Color of Light". "Hey!" I was busted. I thought about bolting for home, but didn't it. I really hadn't done anything wrong. It was the supposed criminal Latin man I'd been hoping to get a glimpse of. He was shorter than me and his skin was a nice even brown. Jet black hair. He was only wearing a pair of cut-off jean shorts. Sure enough, he was covered with tattoos that were all in black ink...and looked very amateur. Everything added up to an attractive, dangerous man. "Sorry...I live next door and came out to sneak a smoke. I'll leave now." "No. Why. I don't know anybody here and you seem like a friend." I don't think I'd ever given off that impression before. "I really liked the old man who lived here before you moved in. He was very old and I helped him with chores and stuff." He walked closer to me., barefoot and smiling. "Yes. Is your father the military man? He does not seem to like me much, Yes?" "He's an ass. Ignore him. He's working himself into an early heart attack and I hate to say it but I can't wait." "Yes. You look a lot like him, but you don't push hate out of your pores like he does. Are you in school?" "Just graduated." "Ahh. I never got that far. I was more interested in earning money than sitting in classrooms." "What do you do?" "I..I sell things. Scrap metal mostly." I didn't even know if that was a real thing, but he didn't seem dishonest. "I do a lot of things. God, this wet grass feels so good under my feet. It feels like freedom." "You do some time?" God, that was too abrupt and too rude. "Oh sure. Who hasn't?" I then noticed the security ankle bracelet he was wearing. "I'm Jorge (pronounced 'hor-hay') by the way." "David. It's really good to finally meet you." "If you need some extra money, I could pay you to help me get this place cleaned up. The garage is full of shit." I already knew that. "Well I work as a manager at Food World, but I've got three days off now. My dad's mower won't be able to cut all those tall weeds, but I can help you find you somebody who can. "I know plenty of amigos who can handle the yard. I need help with the garage and the basement. We can start as soon as you're ready." "Whenever, Jorge." I wondered if that was even his real name. "First things first. I always need to get stoned before I start the day. You smoke?" "Oh yeah." Total lie. "Good. I can pay you in weed or money -- whatever works best for you. It's good shit." "Weed is good," I said in a fake voice. It would be the pinnacle of my teen rebellion. My dad would be so enraged. "OK. This stuff is a little damp so it's hard to keep lit." I had zero idea what it felt like to be high. Maybe I could fake it. Jorge used intense concentration to light the 'fatty' (what he called it). He huffed and breathed in deeply and noisily. Like a viper hissing. I imitated his moves and noises, but didn't actually inhale too much. The taste reminded me of the incense they burned in the bookstore I went to sometimes. Jorge didn't buy it. "No. I should have known you didn't smoke. I met your papa the other day and he would probably murder you if you smoked pot." "You met him?" "Yes. I was outside enjoying the fresh air when I saw him walking to his big car. I saluted him, but he frowned and looked away." "Shit. You're not supposed to salute an officer unless you're in the service as well." "I don't think he likes my skin color either." God, this guy had some intuition about people. Maybe he honed that skill in prison. He continued to exhale his clouds as I stood there like a six-year old holding a yo-yo. "So he's a captain or a general or something?" "Something like that. I have never cared enough to listen to him talk about his job." "That must be something....a dad like him with a son like you." I did and didn't know what he meant by that. I'd tried as best I could to butch up and make my voice deeper, but my gay vibe must be broadcasting anyway. Really nice, kind people act like they don't notice, but I know they do, "He's pretty much a monster...and my mom is a walking corpse most of the time. I don't think either of them has ever hugged me. We're basically just roommates." "Never hugged? That sucks. My pop was a drunk, but mama loved me to death. I hate that you don't know what that feels like." And then he reached around me and hugged me. His tatted-up arms were strong and his chest felt so warm. I had no words. He stepped back and looked me in the eye. "Now you have been hugged,David." I tried to say 'Thank You', but all that came out was "Thaaaa..." "You ever shotgun?" Fuck. He was talking about guns now. "Since you don't know how to smoke, I'll do it for you." He inhaled deeply from the fatty and planted his lips directly on mine. Was it my gayness that caused me to open my mouth and put a hand on his back? "Breathe in as deep as if you were about to go underwater." Okay. I understood now. But we had kissed in the technical sense of the word. "Better, yes?" "I don't feel high." "You will. One more time?" I nodded. We repeated that magic moment and I held him a little closer. I could kiss this little man forever. "I think I'm feeling it now." Or was I? Was this like Nyquil where you had to wait a half hour before you felt it? "Good. I need to take a whiz and then we'll tackle the garage." He wandered a little ways into the tall weeds and let his shorts drop to his ankles -- as if just pulling down the front would have taken more effort. Whatever. I a least got to see his tiny brown butt ...nude. I'd usually kept all my jack-off fantasies on the idea of a big, hard penis. It had never occurred to me to appreciate the male ass for the beautiful thing it was. Wow. He turned his head around and seemed pleased that I was watching. He knew exactly what he was doing - and so did I. I'm glad my t-shirt was so baggy and hanging low because I had a wicked erection. "OK. I'll open up the door and let the dust out a little, scare the spiders away." He was all business now. It made me feel a little better that he knew what to do because I was floating and listening to all the neurons in my brain firing randomly. So this is what pot did. I felt weak and sleepy. And hungry. I couldn't go back on my word and go home for a nap now. I had to remember how my normal David self acted. I think I got the walking down pretty good, but didn't dare say a word out loud. Too chancy. "It has an automatic door opener, but that fat bitch didn't give me the remote. It's no big deal, though." He squatted and lifted the door effortlessly. I saw the muscles in his back work. He had to have lifted weights while locked up. There probably wasn't much else to do there. Dust and old smells came rushing out the opening. I'm sure Gus's daughter had sold anything of value in there...despite the monster snakes. I either told Jorge or thought about telling him to be careful. Wonderful midday sun streamed in and shined upon stuff that probably hadn't seen light in over a decade. Holy Hell! There were so many cardboard boxes and random tools...all covered with years of dust. Buckets, crates and about two billion paint cans. "Shit, Jorge. How are we going to clear this out and get rid of it?" "Just put all the useless shit in the driveway for now. I have a guy coming to haul it off." I could have been a good boy scout and told him that a lot of the stuff in here couldn't go to the regular dump because it was classified as 'toxic'. I kept quiet. I was amazed that he's come inside this squalid crypt barefoot. "You should probably put some shoes on, man. There's nails and other sharp crap on the floor." "Yes. I think I'll put on some long jeans and a shirt too. Why don't you go home real quick and change into your crummiest clothes and we can start." I hurried home and found Mom vacuuming without really looking at the floor. She was lost to her private,sad thoughts. My rattiest jeans had holes at the knees and other bare spots developing on the butt. I found some old high-tops that had seen better days, and a long-sleeved t-shirt. Gloves? It would probably be a good idea to find some work gloves, but I wanted to get back to Jorge as soon as possible. "Hello?" He wasn't in the garage. I'd wait. He didn't seem the type to fuss with changing clothes. After a few minutes of me just standing there and remembering stuff. Maybe Jorge had left for some reason. I decided to get started with the massive stacks of paint cans. They didn't slosh at all -- mainly because they had aged into solid rock. When they were finally all out and stacked in the driveway, I decided to start in on the cardboard boxes. I found old newspapers and magazines and tons of random receipts. One of them was full of old photographs. Many of them were of a young girl in a party dress or sitting atop a pony or at some amusement park. Was this that bitch daughter of his? He'd put them here among the trash which was where she belonged. They probably had a falling-out at some point. Gus was too good and kind, but even people like that know when to throw out a piece of rotten fruit. Just as I picked up the final box, the king of snakes whipped by me. Bull Snake. He or she had been keeping mice out of this place for a long time. I watched the snake wriggle out into the front yard. So long. After sifting out tools (some of them looked like they'd never been used) that I thought Jorge might find useful, I was feeling a little dehydrated. I needed water and needed to release water at the same time. Was he ever coming back? What time was it? I started to get a little pissed-off. There was a door from the garage to the house and I wondered if it was unlocked. It was. I was now back in Mr. Murphy's kitchen where I'd seen him die. I'd get a glass of water and pee in the sink if I had to. Then I'd go home. Fuck this. The TV was on and the air was fragrant with weed smoke. He'd been in here the whole time. I had every right to find him and ask what the hell was going on. There was Jorge, completely naked and passed out on the couch in a sitting position with his feet up on the coffee table. Goddammit. I would have been more angry except that now I had a chance to see him nude. He was muscular and compact. His dick was impressively fat and uncut. I'd only ever seen one or two penises that had extra skin like that. Two Hispanic kids in my gym class had been left intact as nature intended. I got a chance to study the tattoos up close. There were some weird symbols and random Spanish words. Damned if I knew what they meant because I'd taken French instead of Spanish in school. My dad hated French people as well as anything or anyone European. One of the tats said 'Property of V.L.P'. The TV was showing some bizarre game show where people were pulling levers and trying to get a good poker hand on a big video screen. I sat carefully on the couch and watched because I knew a lot about poker from all the shady pals I'd made over the last few years. Jorge muttered and snored. Next to his left foot was a half-smoked joint in an ashtray. I had my own lighter and so I snagged it and lit up. I had a better idea how to smoke this on my own now. I remembered that I had some days off, and it felt good to relax a little. I kept inhaling and exhaling my clouds. The TV wasn't all that big, but it filled my eyes. I picked a player to root against which is what my dad always did during 'Wheel of Fortune'. He usually wanted a minority to lose. I was practically inside of the show when it went to commercial for margarine. They showed a promo for the five o'clock news that ended with 'coming up next'. Dad would be home soon. It was that late already? Jorge was still sleeping soundly. I took the opportunity to study more of his tats. There was plus sign on his shoulder that I hadn't seen before. My stupid brain thought it meant he was optimistic and thought positive thoughts. I'd ask later. Would he wake up if I just barely touched that big dick of his? I couldn't stop my fingers. It reminded of the bull snake in a way. It seemed to react to my finger. Was I way stoned or did it jump a little? What if I touched it with my mouth? He was very obviously still deeply asleep. I knelt on the floor and moved my mouth over to his groin. I kissed all that extra skin. The thing moved again. Maybe he'd appreciate this. So I put the whole end of his penis into my mouth. The dick got harder and heavier on my tongue. I looked up and saw that his eyes were still shut. I was plum amazed at the flavors I tasted...a trace of soap, sweat, pot and a few other things I couldn't name. I moved on down the shaft and involuntarily gagged a bit. I hoped the sound from my throat didn't wake him, but didn't check. He sounded as if he were dreaming. "Si. Si.", "So nice.", "Don't stop now." I would take advantage of him and earn my pay for an afternoon of hard work. I badly wanted to make him to ejaculate and thought I could coax it out with my mouth. Did I want that? Did I really want a man's semen in my mouth? I'd deal with that if and when the time came. I worked the length of his dick I knew I could handle comfortably and used my mouth like it was a masturbating hand. Yeah...I wanted his dick so much -- and everything that came out of it. "No. Stop, David." Shit! He was awake. I pulled away immediately like I'd been caught stealing. I felt so embarrassed and guilty. I still had all my clothes on and could just make a run out the front door. Would he kill me? Tell my dad? "Bye. The garage is half empty now." He seemed shocked and disappointed. "Leaving? Why? That was fun." "I..I..." I had no words left. "Please don't go. I'll get us a few beers and even make dinner if you want." I stood there and watched his hard dick bob up and down as he yawned and stretched. At that very second, there was the sound of a car door closing nearby. Dad was home. He'd be walking in the door and asking Mom where I was. She'd stand there mutely as he went upstairs to change, radiating oppressive vibes throughout the whole house. I still couldn't make words, but I did sit down as Jorge got up and went into the kitchen. His boner had lost a little of its heft. "You really did half the job already? Wow. I'm sorry I left you alone. I am a pig sometimes." He returned with two bottles of cold 'Corona'. "You were probably just tired from moving in. My family has moved several times and it can be stressful." "Poor kid. I owe you overtime pay and a bonus. We'll work that out in a little while. Maybe cream? You want my cream, yes?" I almost didn't know what he meant. But. OK. "Whatever you think is fair." "Life is not fair. I'm an expert, kid." He took a long pull from his beer and put his bare feet back on the little table. I noticed the ankle bracelet again. He must be on parole or probation or something. "What did you do, Jorge?" "Many things, many bad things. Remember how you told me that you don't salute an officer if you're not in the military? It's like that with us, too. You don't ever ask that question unless you've done time as well." I'd never heard that. "Sorry." "It's okay, man. I'll just tell you that I never killed anyone. More details later." "Again -- I'm sorry. The biggest snake in the world is now out of your garage," "How big?" "BIG. Like maybe six and a half feet long. He might have some friends in there, but I doubt it. Snakes are pretty much loners." "Good, good. So you came in for a break and decided to suck my dick?" "No. I... I don't know. I just...." "Hush. I know. I been locked up long enough to know that gay guys love cock. I might be gay even, but never really had much of a chance to find out. Not two days after I got to prison, I was raped in the ass. Little guys like me are hot property behind bars. I was owned by a guy named "Virgo" for awhile. I worked out to compensate for my little size and only the biggest guys bothered me." "..." I thought about how hard his life had been. "I never had a girlfriend or a boyfriend...or went on a date." I noticed he had moved his hand down to his crotch. His stare was intimidating. "What happened to Virgo?" "He got real sick and was moved to the floor where they keep sick people. Lot of AIDS there. He might be dead for all I know." I don't know how he managed a full boner while saying all that, but he did. "Do you hate him?" "Oh yes. I wanted to make him hurt the way he made me hurt. I wanted to destroy him, get revenge." His boner got a bit more red and longer. "I'm here anytime, Jorge." That wasn't what I meant to say, but I was still the slightest bit off my verbal game. "Si. You're here now. Leave this room and come in again. Take your shoes off. Socks too." I was wondering if he had the AIDS virus too, but it was kinda late to ask that now. I took a few deep breaths and returned to the living room. There was Jorge, completely nude and hard -- with dark sunglasses on now. I padded closer to him until he said "Stop." "Fresh meat! You are about to be owned. Any idea what that means, asshole?" I didn't. Or maybe I did. My mind was no longer clouded with weed, and I should have been able to say something. "ANSWER ME!" "No,Sir. I do not. I'm sorry." "Save it. I guess I'll just have to show you. Stand still." I wondered what the fuck I'd gotten into. He stepped up right to me, and even though he was shorter than me, he seemed huge and intimidating. I could feel heat radiating from him. His strong hands groped me in very impolite ways and his fat little fingers worked their way through some of the threadbare places on my old jeans. He seemed especially interested in the hole that had almost developed over the crack of my ass. Oh hell. I should have guessed what he wanted: Prison Sex. And revenge. He was being a little too rough for a reason. I guess I'd asked for it. Jorge had found his way through the hole in the denim covering my butt. I hadn't put on underwear that morning and his stubby finger found its way right to my puckered hole. He pushed it in and I protested a little. Too soon. Too much. "Shut the fuck up! You'll wake up the whole block!" He was in the middle of his own private revenge fantasy. The fantasy I wanted to give him. But he was different now. He was an angry inmate all of the sudden. I'd play it by ear. "No! STOP! Don't!" "Shut up, New Meat!" He pulled my pants all the way down and started probing my ass with the wet head of his cock. He was going to put that fat thing of his inside of my body. Through the butt. Whoa. He spit on his erection and inserted it right through that opening down there. GODDAMN! It hurt and I screamed loudly. He could have gone into my nostril and it wouldn't have hurt like this. "Scream again and I'll snap your neck. Shut up and get used to it." He might have been lost in anger, but he did make an effort to go slower and easier. He was coming down from his anger just a little, straddling two realities. My lips kept shut tight and stifled the yelps. He pumped in and out and said some harsh words in Spanish. He and I were in different places. "I'm gonna give you your bonus now, David. Ready?" I wasn't Virgo anymore. He had gotten that part done with the initial ritual of insults and pain. "You wanted my cream! You wanted thi...FUCK!" He convulsed on my back as I was bent over in Mr. Murphy's old living room. He'd cum inside of me...this tattooed ex-con with who-knows-what in his bloodstream had just put his unsheathed dick up my ass and spurted his DNA all the way up into my guts. I didn't have a boner at this point, but felt satisfied nonetheless. How does that even work? I felt stupid that I hadn't also ejaculated. Would Jorge be mad? "Thank you." Did I really just say that? I felt like a kid. "No," he panted. "That went too far. Fuck. I'm so sorry, David." "Just far enough, Jorge."' "You think that now, but you'll regret that I violated your body the way I did." "Future and time are just concepts. I'm happy now." He was still naked and his dick looked used and streaked with my blood. "OK. I appreciate the work you did today. Go home and sleep now. If you feel like it, we can do the rest of the garage tomorrow...and I won't bail on you again. Promise." "Cool. See you soon." I was fully undressed and alone in my bed when I let myself think that I'd maybe been infected with AIDS. No amount of Flintstones vitamin could change that. I just wanted too see him again. I wasn't high anymore and don't think I'd ever opened the single beer he'd given me. Where was my usual panic and dread? I was almost always anxious about one thing or another. but not now. Not tonight. As soon as I discovered that this foreign peace was easily settling over my bones, sleep snuck in and I was gone. Dreaming..., and ready to go back for more. I would have too, but he was gone by the next morning. At the breakfast table, Dad said "Well the cops came and picked up that little slime-ball next door. He was cuffed and hauled away." "For what?" "Damned if I know. Scum like that can't seem to keep out of prison once they've been in. It's probably easier to live off tax dollars than to go out and get a real job." I'd finally moved out and gotten my own place by the end of Summer. It wasn't much, but it was better than being around my dad. I kept asking shady-looking people if they knew anything about Jorge, but he'd simply vanished. I didn't know his last name. I came down with a really intense flu in August. My dad - who never had any sympathy for anyone - was alarmed enough to take me to the emergency room after my fever spiked and I couldn't get out of bed. I found Jorge at last...inside of me.

It had been a slow night at the baths and I was taking a shower. I heard a gruff voice say, "Nice ass, pal!" I turned and saw a tall scrawny guy with a lop-sided grin staring at me. "Thanks!" I said. "I wanna FUCK that ass!" he said, reaching for me. "You ready to get fucked?" I was kinda turned on by his bluntness but his sketchy attitude was making me nervous, too! Two other guys came up behind him. It was clear that they were together. "No, thanks," I stammered. He barked, "You think cuz we're all HIV-Positive that you're too good for us? Being poz ain't NOTHIN' to be ashamed of. We don't get turned down by NO ONE! You hear me?" "Maybe another time," I muttered! All three frowned at this. The first guy spoke again, "I think it's gonna be NOW! A good bottom knows his place. He does what he's told and takes what he's given. And we sure got something to give you, don't we boys?!" As they crowded closer, cutting off any possible retreat, I looked at them more closely. They all sported tattoos. The first guy, he grabbed my shoulders and bent me towards him. Stepping up to my face, he growled, "Open your mouth!" His stiff prick had 'HIV POZ' with a big red plus sign on it. I wanted to protest, but suddenly, I had a mouthful of cock! POZ COCK! The next guy reached out to restrain my arms. I saw that he had two different 'toxic' symbols on his forearms. As the last guy stepped behind me, I saw an angry looking scorpion tat on his chest. I heard him spit and then he entered me roughly, but I could only moan helplessly with the first guy's dick filling my mouth. They occasionally rotated and the pozzing went on for what seemed like hours. Guys from the club came and went. Most stopped to stare in awe. Many of them jerked off while watching. They probably thought they were looking at some staged scene. You know....helpless bottom gets gangbanged by 3 hard-looking poz fukkers. They didn't know that IT WAS REAL! Every time one of them came inside me, our audience cheered them on. My head drooped with shame! Finally, they were done. One by one, they presented their dicks for me to clean off with my mouth. The first pig leaned close and whispered, "Did you like that, slut? Plenty more where that came from! You're goin' home FULL of the BUG tonight! We'll be back again on Saturday night if'n you want some MORE!" And with that...they swaggered out.

where's the continuation?

My dick is needing new Chapters for this fuckin hot breeding-and-pozzing adventure....

So Joe handed the cam to Lucas and jumped onto the bed on his back with his big cock rock hard and oozing precum. "sit on this poz breed stick man" I faced him and straddled him and eased my ass down over that throbbing cock all the way to the nuts. He twisted my tits and thrust that cock in and out of my ass and I tried to smash his balls down through the mattress with my ass. He pounded faster and faster and it wasn't long till he shuddered in spasms as he shot one hell of a big load deep in my ass. about four more strokes and I was dripping cum out down over his balls. We worked together to grind those loads well into my tissues inside my ass. Joe said "that was my first installment, and I wish I could lasted longer but watching you get poz bred has got me edged so bad my load was cuming out already." I said, "We will have plenty of time for more cock milking before I have to go." We went to Lucas's computer and he showed me some pics of some of the men he previously converted and gave me a little info on each of them that he knew anything about. I thought it was like a treasure trove of accomplishment, knowing that the next one would be looking at some of my pics as well. He had some pics of Joe when he came to him to get bred full of toxic seed. Joe seemed proud to be in the photo display. I asked Joe if he had chased long and he told me that he had taken only a dozen bareback loads when he decided to get converted. He was lucky that he didn't have to travel to find what he wanted. He only lived about 5 miles from Lucas. Had made contact on BBRT and discovered that Lucas was a proud gifter. Wasn't but a few days until he was spending the nghit with Lucas and taking his multiple loads. He converted immediately and has been taking recharges and giving them with Lucas ever since. I had been sitting on Lucas's lap at the computer and felt his cock coming back alive and I was stroking Joe"s cock and massaging his balls. Lucas said "my cock is getting back up and I hate to waste time so lets go back to the bedroom" Joe said, "I could do another round too." I got back on the cum spotted bed with my feet in the air and Lucas mounted me again and Joe knelt over me facing me so I could suck his cock back into shape. It wasn't long till Joe was back to full breed length and Lucas said roll over. we did and I was on top of Lucas riding his cock and Joe instinctively came around and mounted me from behind and we had a double fuck in progress. I had had some big cocks before but two cocks had my asshole at the max for stretching. I was thinking that this was no doubt going to bust my ass open good for the toxic juice to penetrate my bloodstream if it hadn't already. It was painful at first but I didn't say a word as that was what I was there for. They stroked in and out of my ass for I don't know how long and Joe nutted big time again in me and when did Lucas immediately shot another load. My ass was completely slippery with cum all over all three of us. We all rolled over on our backs when I noticed that all the cum slime on us was pink, and they both chewed on my nipples and we fell into a nap for a little while from well earned exhaustion. Not sure how much time elapsed but we were awakened by the door bell. "to be continued."

I think my bulls hit detector is pretty good, and sometimes it's really obvious when guys are projecting fantasy. Rought guess, about 35% is true or mostly true and the rest is varying degrees of bullshit.

ABS this afternoon after work- familiar story but hot every time it happens. Noticed a 30 something hairy chub with a beard standing in corner jerking off, so I walked over and took out my cock as well. He was on his knees fast and began sucking my cock nice n steady. After about five minutes I told him I was really in the mood for some ass, and asked if he was interested. He stopped sucking me and pulled out a condom and wrapped my cock, then sucked my cock some more to get it nice and wet. He stood and leaned over a bench nearby, and I began rubbing my fingers around his hole, spitting on it to get it ready for my cock. My other hand was busy ripping the tip open on the condom so it would fully split once I was fucking. I then began to tease his hairy hole with my cockhead for just a bit before plowing in him slow n steady. I'd say I had been fucking for about a minute when it suddenly started to feel AMAZING. I knew the rubber had finally split open and my cock was now free to raw fuck his hairy hole. I started fucking faster, and I nutted once I heard him start to moan that he was cumming. Pushing all the way in, I grabbed his hips and held tight as I felt his hole contract from him cummimg. Once he caught his breath, he pulled his ass off my cock and sat down on the bench. I quickly tucked my cock into my jeans, noticing the base of the condom was still on my dick like a very thin cock ring. I gave him a nod and left.

Hi there, I'm based in Salford near Manchester so would love to hear off anyone close by.

I love going to Steamworks Berkeley, getting a locker, getting undressed, leaving towel in the locker and walking back to the gloryholes, finding an empty booth, and backing my ass up to the gloryhole and riding anything that comes through the hole. Occasionally someone will invite me to their room or ask me to unlock my door, either of which I will gladly do. Last night I took six loads in two hours.

Chub lover here too!

I have an aversion to skinny guys and an appreciation for heavier guys who carry it with pride; is that the same thing?

After my experience this mornning/afternoon at Maspalomas beach I was so horned up. Sported a boner all day thinking about it. Decided to hit the bars this evening, which I only do when I am horny as hell. Went to Gloryhole bar. Sucked off a nice big thick dick (never saw the guy) and was rewarded with a huge creamy load. Next was a ruggedly handsome guy. Fucked me like there is no tomorrow. Hell, that guy shoved it in and pumped my ass into heaven! No condom, no questions asked. I was panting after he fucked me and trying to recover, but there was a new guy waiting. He took over as soon as soon as Big Guy left. Took another pounding for about 15 minutes after which he exploded in my ass. "Guapo" he said and left. Tried to find other guys but no luck. Went home with two loads dripping out of my ass. Happy.

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