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For the past couple weeks I’ve been going out to back my ass up to a glory hole every single day, making sure I at least take 3-4 loads before I leave. The only days I didn’t do that were the days I went to a bath house and spent a couple hours in a sling lol Now I don’t think I can /not/ take anon day every day, my hole is too greedy lol

A few years ago I was invited to join some friends on a trip to Munich for a long weekend in December. There were six of us - my friend Michael and his partner, another couple in their mid 30s, Ben and Paul, and another friend of Michael's I hadn't met. For reasons which will become obvious I've changed all the names in this story...... I liked Michael very much - he'd been a good friend for many years and I liked his partner too. The other couple I knew but less well, Paul had been friends with Michael for a long time and I had met him and his partner Ben quite a few times and liked them both. We flew out to Munich on the Friday morning and checked out the Christmas markets in the afternoon. We were all staying until Monday except Paul who had to fly home on Sunday due to work commitments. We had a good time and I enjoyed the company very much. I had been busy at work and was working long hours so I had not had much time for anything else and I was looking forward to having a break. I was also feeling very horny. I knew, however, that this particular group of friends didn't really approve of things like cruising and saunas or sex clubs and also had very strong views on monogamy and on safe sex. I had often heard them talking about it and talking very disapprovingly about the amount of barebacking going on. I had every intention, however, of getting some time to myself and going in search of some horny bareback sex. On the Saturday night we all went out for a meal and later on that night I went off to a large park I had heard was a good cruising ground. I found it easily and had a wander round. It was a beautiful night but it was very cold and there were not many people around. I tried cruising a young lad who looked to be in his late 20s and was dressed in jeans and a puffer jacket but he didn't seem to be interested. A few older guys were cruising but nothing much was happening. Even though I wasn't getting any action, I enjoyed walking around very much. I passed the young lad a few more times with the same result and just as I was on the point of giving up and going back to my hotel, he passed me again and started cruising me. I assumed he had been looking for someone nearer his own age but had concluded that I would have to do. I didn't care and soon his jeans and pants were down and his cock was in my mouth. He had a fair sized cock and I enjoyed sucking it very much. He didn't object when I turned him round and soon my tongue was up his arse. I rimmed him for a while and then stood up and began to rub the head of my cock over his arsehole. Again he didn't object so I began to push the head of my cock into his hole. He groaned and, reaching into his pocket, handed me a small packet. I thought it was going to be a condom but it was a small sachet of lube. I lubed him up and pushed my cock slowly right up his arse. Soon he was leaning against a tree, his puffer jacket hitched up and his jeans and pants at his knees as I fucked him bareback. His arse was really tight and I enjoyed every minute of fucking him. I hadn't cum for several days and before too long I was shooting what felt like a massive load right up his arse. I was feeling much more relaxed and chilled now and we all went out for lunch on Sunday and then Ben went with Paul to the airport for his flight home. The other three were going out for the evening and would not be back until late- they had obtained tickets for some high brow concert outside Munich and were really excited about it. Ben and I arranged to go out for something to eat and found a really good Italian restaurant. I was getting to know Ben a bit better now and I really liked him. A few things he said suggested he was actually more relaxed about some things than the others and he sank quite a few pints of beer in the course of the evening. After we had finished our meal it was still quite early and Ben suggested going for a drink in a nearby gay bar. The bar was nice and modern with good music and friendly bar staff and it was just starting to get busy when we got there. When I went downstairs to the toilet, I discovered there was a darkroom down there too. I took a quick piss and then had a look in the darkroom. Quite a few guys were in there - a young blond twink was down on his knees sucking two older guys and a fit looking black guy was being fucked hard in a corner, I watched for a while and then went back upstairs. A little later Ben went to the toilet. He came back a little while later and said "There's a darkroom down there too." I nodded and Ben grinned. The blond twink was now at the bar and after a while he disappeared again. A little later Ben finished his drink and asked me if I fancied checking out the darkroom. The darkroom was a bit busier now - and there was quite a lot of sucking and fucking going on. The blond twink was bent over being fucked and a few other guys were watching and wanking. As we watched they guy fucking the twink thrust hard up his arse a few times and then pulled out. He took off a condom and threw it on the floor. The twink stayed bent over and a dark haired guy stepped up. He pulled the twink's cheeks apart, lined up his cock and pushed right up him bareback. Ben's eyes lit up and he said "Fuck!" as we moved in closer to watch the action. The dark haired guy was fucking the twink hard up against the wall now and Ben said "Fuck....I'd love to...." I said "Go on, if you want to." He looked at me. "I won't tell anyone." I said. Ben hesitated for a moment and then he moved over to the twink. I watched as Ben pulled his jeans and pants down to his knees and began to wank as he watched the twink being fucked. The twink turned round a little and bent forward, taking Ben's cock into his mouth. Ben and the dark haired guy spit roasted the twink for a while and then the dark haired guy thrust hard up his arse a few times and pushed his cock right up him and held it there and I knew he was cumming deep in the twink's arse. When he pulled out the twink turned round and pushed his arse towards Ben. Ben didn't hesitate - he pushed his bare cock right up the twink's arse and began to fuck him. I hadn't expected that at all and I soon had my cock out wanking as I watched Ben fucking the twink bareback. Ben fucked him for a while and after a while I could tell he was getting close. I watched as Ben threw his head back and pushed right up the twink, obviously blowing his load right up him. When Ben pulled out, I took his place. I was really horny from watching Ben and it wasn't long before I added my cum to the loads the twink already had up him. Ben was a bit quiet when we went back up to the bar but then we got talking to a group of German guys and he livened up again. We got talking to two guys in their mid 30s who were a couple who lived in Munich. One of them was tall and quite thin and the other small and chunky. I went to the toilet and when I came back Ben was chatting to them. I had noticed that Ben was flirting with them, and was clearly enjoying being off the leash for the evening. A little later I went to the bar for some more drinks. The bar was busy and it took me a while to get served. I looked over and saw that Ben was now standing closer to them and chunky guy had his hand on Ben's arse. When I got back the two German guys were just finishing their drinks and shortly after that they left. I couldn't see if they had left the bar or if they had gone downstairs, but I suspected the latter. After a short time Ben put his drink down and said casually "I think I might go check out the darkroom again..." I guessed that he was going to join the other two guys and sensed that he probably would be less inhibited if I wasn't there so I said "No problem, I'll see you later," I waited a while and then made my way back down to the darkroom. It didn't take me long to find Ben and as I had thought, he was with the two German guys. Ben and the taller guy were standing with their trousers and pants down and the chunky guy was down sucking on first one cock and then the other as Ben and the taller guy kissed each other. I watched for a while and then the German guy stood up and Ben got down and started sucking the other two. It was all very horny but it soon got even hornier. Ben was now bent over sucking the chunky guy, his fit arse in the air as the taller guy went round behind him. I saw him taking out a small packet and he began to rub some lube into Ben's arse. This was getting interesting... I didn't think there was any way Ben would get fucked without a condom, but he didn't even look round as the tall guy began to push his bare cock against his arsehole. I watched as the guy pushed his cock right up Ben's arse. He gave Ben a moment to get used to his cock and then began to fuck him. I had my cock out now, wanking as I watched Ben being fucked bareback. I had never thought that Ben would cheat on his boyfriend - and certainly not that he would do it without a condom. The tall guy was fucking him hard now and I could tell that Ben was loving every minute of it. I watched them fuck for a while and then the guy thrust up Ben's arse a few more times and I knew he was cumming in Ben's arse. The chunky guy pulled out of Ben's mouth and moved round behind him. His cock was much bigger than the tall guy's and I watched and wanked as Ben reached round and pulled his cheeks apart to help the guy get his big bare cock up his arse. The chunky guy fucked Ben hard and fast and I could hear Ben groaning as the chunky guy took hold of his hips and began to fuck him even harder. It wasn't long before he too shot his load up Ben's unprotected, cheating arse and I shot my load on to the floor of the darkroom I was back upstairs by the time Ben returned from the darkroom looking flushed. I asked him if he had fun and he grinned and nodded He had no idea I knew just how much fun he actually had.......

I was visiting Key West for a wedding this weekend, and the schedule was quite busy. Was with another friend of mine who is also a bottom, and after closing down a bar at 4am, we decided to hit the gay aps to see if anyone wanted a 3 way. My friend was pretty drunk, and wasn't sure what would happen if we did find someone. We had both chatted the same guy, and he was up for a 3 way, but told me it was my ass that he really wanted. I told him to hand on about 15 minutes, and was sure that my friend would be passed out by then, and my ass was all his. Sure enough, my friend passed out, and the guy came over and fucked my brains out in the bedroom, while my friend was in the living room on a sofa sleeper. We both agreed NOT to tell my friend, but that he would still love to have a 3 way later in the day. Once my friend woke up, he got back on the ap, and asked my friend, "what happened to you and your friend last night?" My friend said we were both pretty drunk, and must have passed out. The guy told him he still wanted out asses, and could come over, to which we said hell yea. I did tell the guy that I wanted him to fuck me again, but this time my friend would get his seed. The guy agreed. My friend told him we needed to "clean out" first, and told him to be at our hotel in 30 minutes. The guy messaged me and asked if I had already cleaned out, and I said no. He said, good, and don't. I had no intention of cleaning out for him anyway. I went to the shower, and took some extra time so my friend THOUGHT I was cleaning out. About 30 minutes later, the guy shows up, sporting a raging hardon under his gym shorts. He tells us to get on the bed side by side, with our asses up. We gladly obliged. He started by eating my ass, tasting the remnants of the seed he left inside me hours before. He started fucking me nice and hard, just like earlier, and he made my friend beg for his cock and seed, which he did. After we were done fucking, my friend said, "I had a dream that you came over and fucked my friend last night." We both just laughed. Later that day, my friend got a text message from a friend that he hadn't seen in ages. My friend told him we were in town for a wedding, but to come over later after the wedding. He asked his friend if he was up for a 3 way, and his friend said fuck yea! We got back from the wedding, and my friend contacted his friend and said to come over, we were ready for some fun. My friend hadn't said much about his friend, but when he arrived, he was very HOT with an AMAZING BBC! Before he arrived, my friend said that as I let him take the other guys load, I got to take this load. Of course I agreed to this. The first guy was pretty well hung, and a great fuck, but there's not much better than being seeded by a BBC. It ended up that we both ended up with a hot load up our asses.

GIFTED BY A GUEST! I’m Jimmy, 18, and on the varsity swim team at school. My older brother, Jeff, had this acquaintance named Chris that needed a place to stay. Apparently, he was HIV-positive and his parents had tossed him out. He was gonna stay with us until a bed in the local shelter opened up. The thing is…the only spare bed in the house is in MY room, so he got to sleep with me. I remember…as I was getting undressed for bed, he was staring at me kinda funny…like a wolf looks at a lamb! I woke up suddenly! My bedclothes had been pulled down and this guy was tugging off the briefs that I sleep in. I jerked upright. I blurted, “What in the fuck are you…?” He clamped a hand over my mouth and pushed me back flat on the mattress. “I’m sorry!” he hissed. “I just GOTTA do this! I’m SO FUCKING HORNY. Ever since I saw you get undressed, I just KNEW that I had to have you.” He stuffed my briefs into my mouth and his hands roamed my body, stroking and kneading my flesh. I didn’t really know what to do, so I just lay there. “Fucking SWEET,” he breathed! His mouth descended on first one nipple and then the other. I couldn’t help but feel turned on. He moved down my chest and belly until his lips grazed my cock! Naturally, my dick began to swell. Chris took it in his mouth and brought me to full erection. Chris looked up at me and grinned. “Now comes the GOOD PART!” Gifted by a Guest! He placed his hands under my knees and hoisted them up, pushing them back toward my chest. His face dove into my exposed hole and his tongue did wonderful things, making me moan & squirm. He crawled up between my legs, forcing them apart, until I could feel the head of his cock poking at the entrance to my hole. It felt wet and slippery so he must have been leaking quite a lot of pre-cum. He gazed in my eyes and said, “I can’t wait any longer. Just relax, Baby! You’re gonna love it!” He pulled the underwear from my mouth and began kissing me passionately. He hunched his hips once, twice, then three time and he was all the way inside me. I could only look up at him questioningly as his dick began a slow piston motion…in and out…in and out. He crooned in my ear, “It’s gonna be OK, Baby! This is gonna be the best fuck you ever get!” With that, he settled into a steady fuck pace for a while and I got lost in the rhythm of his stroking and the hushed sounds of two men in heat! I had accepted my fate and was just enjoying the myriad sensations coming from my first poz fuck. Eventually, all good things come to an end, and so Chris shifted gear, picked up his speed and soon was gasping, “I’m gonna cum! I’M GONNA CUM!!!” I got scared and cautioned him, “Quiet! You’re gonna wake the house up!” I grabbed a pillow and held it in front of his face. His hips locked against me ass and he yelled triumphantly into the pillow, “YES!!!” He bucked repeatedly and then collapsed on top of me, exhausted. At some point I must have shot my load, too, because there was a wet patch of sticky sperm between us on our bellies. My eyes filled with tears as I thought, “What have I done? How did I let this happen to me?” Chris looked down at me and said, Thanks, Baby! That was GREAT! I really needed to do that!” I noticed that, in addition to being dismayed by the events, I had been turned on. So much so that wondered if this might happen again. Chris must have been reading my thoughts, for he said, “Tonight we can take our time, Baby! How does a long, slow poz fuck sound to you?”

Part 4 -- Ben gets pozzed Parker left my birthday celebration last weekend with some older muscle guy, and didn't come back to the apartment that night. The next day, he said he had the fuck of his life, but wouldn't elaborate. I was definitely jealous. A little about me: I'm what you'd call a twink -- blonde hair, about 5'8", 140 lbs, with a big 9" cock. But I'm a total bottom. I've let so many college guys fuck me the past few years, I can take almost any cock. But always safe, condoms only. Parker was acting really strange for the next few days following my birthday. I wondered if it had something to do with the muscle guy.... what was his name? Jared? Josh? John.. that's it, John. I'd never been attracted to muscle daddies, but maybe I was missing out on something. John did look pretty hot -- and Parker said his cock was big. I wonder if he's on any of the dating apps. I logged onto Grindr, started scrolling through, and sure enough -- I think I found him. A few miles away, there was 40-something muscle torso top profile, with the name J. Me: Hey, what's up? J: Horny, you? Me: Same J: Pics? I sent him pics of my ass, my face, my cock. J: nice. You've got a huge cock, but I'm only interested in your ass. You free? Me: yea. pics? A few pics later and I confirmed it was John. Muscle torso, big cock, and then there was one picture -- his cock, bare, fucking some twink. Me: hot pics -- but I only play safe. J: you don't like cum in your ass? Me: never had it. J: I only fuck bare, sorry man. Hmm. What do I say next? I was really horny. Did Parker let this guy fuck him bare? Did he cum inside him. Me: what's your status? J: Positive. J: But I'll pull out if you want. What the fuck, I thought. Parker let a guy with HIV fuck him? At this point, I was really curious. The guy was hot, Parker clearly loved the sex, and he said he'd pull out. With my hole twitching, I responded: Me: Can I come over? ----- 30 minutes later John answered the door, wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts. I've always been attracted to leaner guys, and the young college guys, but one look at his giant pecs and my cock was hard. John picked me up, kissed me, and carried me to his bedroom. He spent the next 20 minutes exploring my mouth, my ass, and licking my entire body. He took all 9 inches of my cock in his mouth, this man knew what he was doing. "Fuck man, you know how to suck a cock," I said. "Call me daddy," John said. "Ok, daddy." "You want daddy to fuck your boy hole?" John asked. "yes daddy." I said. "You want daddy's poz cock in your ass?" John asked. What the fuck, I thought -- but that thought was fleeting. At this point, I was so turned on, I needed his cock. "Yes daddy," I said. "You're not going to make daddy wear a rubber, are you?" John said. "No. I want daddy's cock bare." Here I was, a 20-year-old college boy who'd only ever been fucked safe, with my legs up around the shoulders of this muscle daddy who was about to slide his big poz cock in my ass, and I wanted it. "But you'll pull out, right?" I said. "Yes boy, if you ask," John said. He spent 30 minutes fucking me gently on my back, whispering sweet things in my ear. Telling me I'm beautiful, and how tight my ass felt around his poz cock. He then fucked my on my stomach and jack-hammered away. He brought me to my knees and fucked me harder. My ass felt loose, sloppy, and I was in heaven. He flipped me over and really picked up the pace, I was so close to shooting my load, but I didn't really want him to cum in me... or did I? "I'm getting close boy." John said. "Last chance." "Don't pull out yet, I need to cum." I said. "I'm either pulling out right now and we're done, or I'm going to breed you, boy." John said. "Fine, cum inside me, just don't stop." I said "Tell me you want it," John said. "I want your cum inside me." I said. "Tell me you want my poz cum inside your faggot boy pussy." John said "I want your poz cum inside my faggot boy pussy." I said. At this point, I was desperate, I was so close, I was so lost in the moment. "Tell me you want me to wreck your fucking boy cunt and poz your ass." John said. "Poz my ass. Wreck my boy cunt." I screamed. Then I shot my load everywhere. As I realized what was happening, I started to panic. "No wait, pull out, pull out, don't cum inside me." "Too late, I've already cum inside you twice, and you're about to get a third poz load up your ass." John tensed up, and this time, I felt like cock erupt inside me. He abruptly pulled out, and walked into the shower. What the hell had just happened? I lay in his bed, crying, full of regret, but also still hard while I felt his cum dripping out of my ass. A few minutes later, he came back into the bedroom. "What are you still doing here? Get the fuck out, slut." John said. I started to cry, I had just let this man put his poz cum in my ass, and he was kicking me out. "Oh what, you thought just because I came inside you, you could spend the night? Once I poz a guy, I don't fuck him again. We're done." Visibly sobbing at this point, I started to pick up my clothes and get dressed. I was shaking, I was scared, I felt vulnerably, weak and dumb. "Awe, it's okay baby. I don't fuck poz guys, but many men will. You'll still find some guys desperate enough to use your boy hole." John said. "Ok fine, you can stay the night, but only if I get to fuck you again, right now, and you tell me what you want." John said. "After tonight though, I won't ever touch you again." I didn't know what else to do at this point, so I turned to him, wrapped my hands around him, and said "I want your poz cock." He threw me on the bed, slid his cock in me, and started slowly fucking me again. "Wait," I said. "Did you poz Parker?" "No. I like him, in fact, I might fall in love with him. You're just some dumb college slut I wanted turn into a poz pussy boy." I shot my load everywhere. Again. Fuck.

Ryan, was a 6’ foot, blonde hair, blue eye jock. At 21, he had everything going for him. He had a great boyfriend in Sam, who was equally has good looking, with dark hair and brown eyes and a swimmers body. However, Ryan liked to play on the side, without letting Sam know. Ryan always played safe, with other guys, all with his age range, and he was a total top. Now, Ryan and Sam had a great sex life, but Ryan, was never satisfied with just one guy. One weekend, Ryan out of town, while Sam was home sick. Ryan, checking out bars in the area, hoping to get laid. Hitting a bar, called “Aqua”, the guys here were older then him, Ryan is drinking his beer when an old, lanky man, “How are ya young fella?” He asked. He had been watching Ryan when he first entered the bar. Checking out Ryan’s body and especially his ass, and wanted to put his poz cock into it. Ryan, “good, thanks.” Not really into making small talk with a guy old enough to be his father, possibly his grandfather. “I’m Bruce.” Putting out his hand to Ryan. He shakes it, “Ryan.” “This is your first time here, at Aqua.” “Yeah, you a regular here, Bruce?” “I am, Ryan.” “Cool.” Ryan got up and left his drink on the bar to call Sam. Bruce, moved quickly, putting a roofie into his drink. Ryan, returned to the bar, and downed his drink. “Bruce, it was nice to meet you, but I have to get going.” At that moment Ryan started to feel dizzy. “You ok, Ryan?” “Yeah, feel a bit dizzy.” “Let’s get you outside for fresh air.” Bruce got a passed out Ryan to his place, got Ryan undressed. Bruce, was in awe, Ryan’s body, was in perfect shape. His cock 7inches soft. But the main prize was Ryan’s ass, nice tight and round. Bruce, turned Ryan on his back, and starting massaging his back and shoulders , Ryan, drugged up, was enjoying the massage, unaware that he was going to get pozzed. “How does it feel, Ryan?” Bruce asks his unconscious soon to be bottom. “Good”. he said in a soft voice. “Ryan” whispered Bruce, “turn over on your front”, Ryan does, and feeling good, and horny, he had no problems with listening to Bruce, who’s voice was soft and soothing. Bruce, started stroking Ryan’s dick, “spread your legs a bit.” Bruce said. “That’s it.” Using his finger, Bruce, slowly began to finger fuck, Ryan’s ass. “Damn you’re tight.” Bruce lived up his dick and Ryan’ ass. Going in slow, Ryan in his drugged state, moaned in pleasure, Thrusting in and out of Ryan, Bruce couldn’t believe he had this stud in his bed. Ryan, feeling a dick inside him for the first time, was enjoying it, not realizing he was being barebacked by a poz guy, who was old enough to be his father. Bruce, felt his cock and balls tighten, shooting several poz loads deep into Ryan’s ass, catching his breath, Bruce kept his cock inside the young man’s ass for a five minutes to be sure that none of his “babies” would leak out. “Ryan, I own your ass now.” “I know about your boyfriend Sam, he asked me to poz you, and he doesn’t want you back.” And I’m going to share you and your ass to my friends.” “The top jock, is now my bottom poz boy.”

Every thrust has me wondering if today would be the day, if today he’d flood me and knock me up. I know that I don’t want it, that I keep telling him to be safe, to be careful but my boyfriend doesn’t listen. He loves to fuck me, to show me that I’m his in the most primal way and once he gets me going, my body tight and needy he knows I won’t stop him no matter what he does. It’s not every day, it’s not even regular or anything I can plan it’s just that some days he decides that he’s going to fuck me bare. Though that last part he does more often than not, fucking into me without any protection or barriers between us as he calls me his cumslut while he drives me to orgasm after orgasm. He knows how risky it is, how I can’t take Truvada and how him being in me bare is such a risk. He knows but he doesn’t care, because he likes to claim me, to mark me as his, to flood my insides with his cum and tell me that I’m his, his and no one elses. His biohazard tattoo placed on his pec demonstrates his pride in being poz. Its placement is deliberate, it shows under tank tops and when he is shirtless at the gym, riding his bike or on runs. The good thing is that he doesn’t always cum inside, in fact more often than not he’ll pull out to splatter his cum on my back or my stomach or my face. I love that feeling, the hot sticky streaks of it all over me, marking me and showing that I’m his. The cum inside of me marks me even more, the fact that he doesn’t plan it, that he simply decides it in that last heartbeat before he explodes makes that risk so much more intense. Every time, every thrust inside could be the one before he floods me with his toxic cum and no matter how many times I remind him of the risk, how many times I warn him that he’ll poz me he does it anyways. I can’t say that I really hate it, I love that feeling, the way he swells and twitches inside of me as he fills me. I love how he gasps and groans and his hands tighten on my body slamming deep and holding me still while he floods me. It’s probably the most intense feeling in the world, that moment before he cums where I’m wondering if he’ll pull out and be safe or if he’ll flood me and risk our futures for the chance to mark me, to feel me clench and flutter around him as he pours himself into me. I don’t hate it but I definitely don’t want to get poz yet, I have to finish school and then get a job and begin our lives together. I want his cum loads and he knows that, but he also knows the risks, the way him knocking me up would endanger the easy future we want but he doesn’t care. I can always feel him behind me, can see it in his eyes that lust to flood me that he doesn’t care about all of that, that all that matters is me and him and that moment where he shoots his load into me. He doesn’t follow any schedule, doesn’t warn me before he cums, he simply fucks me into oblivion and then fills me and I can’t help but love it. I know that sooner or later I’ll be where I am now, his cock in me, twitching and swelling and his hands manhandling my pecs and nipples before he cums deeply inside. It’ll be that day where his cum finds my ripe hole waiting with an easy infection point and suddenly I’ll be full of his babies. He doesn’t ask, I don’t think he even cares about that moment all that much all he cares about is marking me as his. The way he’ll ignore my protests and cum deeply into me as he tells me that he knows how much I want this only serve to make it hotter. He knows how much this turns me on, how much I want to risk it but also how much I don’t want to be HIV positive yet. I tell him that I don’t want it and he’ll push into me bare and tell me that I might say that but my body tells him what I really need. It won’t be long before I’m pushing back and moaning out how good his toxic poz cock feels, bare inside of me as he fucks me. I still warn him, still beg him not to cum in me but he always tells me to hush, to just enjoy him giving me what I need as he slides through my folds and presses against my ass lips. He drives me to this feeling, that height of both ecstasy and fear in that moment before he’ll stiffen. I can feel it now, his cock driving into me as he waits to make his choice, as he thrusts deep again and again and draws my voice out of me in moans and squeals and gasps. In a moment I’ll know which one he chooses, our futures or a gamble for him to mark me as his, to show himself and everyone else that I’m no one elses as his cum leaks out of me and runs down my legs. I should stop him, make him be safe but I simply can’t bring myself to make him change, to stop him from taking me and marking me as his, his unmedicated cum on me, in me, flooding me again and again. Sooner or later his risk, his willingness to risk my future will affect us but maybe not this time, maybe we’ll be lucky again. Or maybe I'll earn my biohazard tattoo this time.

Met up with a guy from bbrt Saturday night. He was tall, mid 40’s, kind of beefy but still toned and had a 7in dick. I got to his place and he made us drinks before he put on some porn for us to watch. It wasn’t long before we were groping each other and I got on my knees to start sucking him. His hand went down my shorts and straight for my hole and was making me suck his fingers before working them into my hole. We moved into a 69 position for a little bit before he started to really eat my ass out. His tongue kept darting into my hole and omg it felt amazing. (I honestly would have been happy with him doing that all night!). After like a solid hour of that, he flipped me on my back and teased my hole for a few minutes with his cock before he slide inside of me. He started slow but he really started to pound my ass, flipping me into different positions and kept calling me a “fag whore” and “a cum slut”. He made me tell him how much of a slut I was and beg him for his load which I did. The more I begged, the rougher he got. When he finally came, he flooded my ass with what felt like at least weeks worth of cum. Afterward, we cuddled and he fingered my hole a little before I fell asleep. I woke up in the morning to him grinding against me so shoved my ass up to him and invited him to load me up one more time before I left.

This is my first attempt at writing here. Parts of the story are fictionalized, but most is true Part One It all started on rainy fall morning. I was particularly horny and I need some release. I had grown up on a farm in central New York I and was slow to be learning the ways of the world. After coming out and have years of vanilla gay sex, I began exploring the kinkier side of gay. Having moved to Connecticut it was an easy drive or train trip to New York City or Boston to explore those hidden places where men do far more delightful things to each other. I had years of exploration at the Bondage Club and at Renegades. I frequented the leather store on Christopher Street and the leather bars around. Each year I became bolder and bolder is my explorations. One Thanksgiving weekend a friend called and asked if I would like to come to a fisting party. I wasn’t sure I could take a fist but he assured me that he had something that would “assist” me. I prepared for the party and heading to his home. When I got there, there were 8-10 guys there in various stages of undress laughing and I was welcomed warmly. My friend pulled me aside and gave me some Tine to snort. I knew then that this night was going to be fun!! Not to draw out this story, but let’s just say that I soon had a fist in my ass and I knew I had found what I thought the right spot for me. I even progressed rapidly to taking two hands routinely and happily. Of course many fisters also fuck bareback. At first I was very hesitant about taking a raw cock. I had survived the 1980’s and didn’t want to get pozzed. But pigs being pigs, I was soon letting the guys that I knew were safe to topped me fuck me raw, but I never took a load. I don’t know if you guys can relate, but the curiosity of poz became stronger and stronger. Soon I was taking loads for my “safe” friends and letting strangers fuck me but shoot on my chest. That wasn’t enough. I started to attend fisting/roulette parties in Boston where I was one of two or three neg bottoms taking anon loads and getting fisted. A few of my buddies knew of my antics and asked if I wanted to convert. What the hell I thought. I was taking anon cum, why not at least know who pozzed me. They hooked me up with some of their friends that were more than willing to fuck a neg, but all were on meds and undetectable. I was not possessed. So on this rainy day I, finally found a top on BBRT that lived in a home in Queens. He was unmedicated and he loved to gift pigs like me. He was also into all of the other sports I was and we would be partying and playing well into the next day. Ropes, clamps, floggers, vises, you name it. He said he had a play room in his basement and we would have a great time. He refused to unlock his face pic for me, but from the other pics I could see he had a great build, a hot furry chest with eraser nipples and an uncut cock to die for. The hood hung well over his cock head. Something that really turns me on. He sent me instructions on what I was to do. I was to drive to his home and park in his driveway. The garage door would be open. I was to enter the garage, push the button to close it. When closed I was to strip naked, put on a collar, put cotton in my ears, and put a hood on with a mouth hole (he had left them on his car for me to use). When done I was to knock on the door and wait for him to come get me Every bells went off in my head that this was a dangerous situation and that I should not go, but soon I was in my car driving to Queens. I did take the precaution of telling my friends where I was going and the address in case I never showed up again. When I arrived at his home I was so nervous and excited that I had to take a piss right there against my car. Fortunately, it was dark out. I entered the garage and pushed the button

I went to an adult book store I went to frequently when I worked in a different office. Standard book store set up, video booths with no doors and one theatre that plays gay porn. There is a side room in the theater, lots of action there. I got there it was fairly busy. Because i had been outside it took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust when i entered the theater and then to the side room. Soon i noticed a hot tall black guy standing next to a latin guy. I reached over to try and join them and the black guy pushed my hand back. I am cool with that, so I stepped back. In a few minutes my eyes had fully adjusted and i saw the black guy turn the Latin guy around and he started fucking him. Since I had gotten the push back i just watched and stroked my cock and played with my ass. Usually in book stores fucking is pretty quick. This top had a different idea. He fucked this guy for 15 minutes at least. I walked out and came back but really enjoyed watching these guys. The room had emptied out and the top waved me over. The latin grabbed my ass at the same time that i grabbed his rock hard cock. He spit on his dick and i bent over and let him enter me. Then I felt the black guy’s hands on my hips. He had slid back into the Latin guy. We started slowly rocking and got a good fucking motion down. The Latin guy was really fuckng me hard and the black guy was pounding him hard. A crowd was now gathering to watch us. With a few very hard thrusts and grunts the black top unloaded in the Latin guy and before he could pull out, the Latin guy unloaded in me. I reached to feel my ass and it was full of cum.

I wrote the original story over a year ago, I appreciate the feedback I’ve received and never got to writing that second chapter but I owe it to those who patiently waited (and asked ;-)) —Again, this is mostly fantasy with inspiration drawn from reality— *Part 2* “Knock knock.” I awoke with a start. How long had I been asleep? It felt like hours but it was more like a few minutes since the porn scene on TV had not changed. “Knock knock.” Oh right, someone was at my door. “Yeah?” I called out while scrambling to hide my contraband in case it was a nosy worker. “It’s me” a familiar voice said and I opened the door to see the Latin stud who had promised to come back. And sure enough, he wasn’t alone. “Sorry, I dozed off,” I said, closing the door behind us. “What’s your name again?” He smiled. “Sorry, I didn’t give it to you earlier. I’m Gabriel.” He motioned to his friend. “This is Jairo, one of my buddies I was tellin’ you about.” My cock started twitching as I surveyed our new company. He was Latino as well, but in his late twenties with closely buzzed hair, several tattoos on his arms and torso, and the hint of a six-pack I was instantly reminded of some boys I went to high school with. I extended my hand to shake. “Hey man, I’m Dino.” He caught my hand at the middle and I had to quickly change my handshake into a fistbump. “Sup bro. Nice ass!,” he added. We stripped off our towels and it was my turn to gush. He was already hard and his cock looked to be about nine inches with a wide, uncut head and a thick vein framing the shaft. “Fuck! That’s nice,” I blurted out, I pulled out the pipe and lighter and offered it to both of them. “I like shotguns by the way,” I said and Jairo nodded as he lit the bowl and rolled it while I got on my knees. He bent down and blew into my mouth, and I wrapped my lips around his head while exhaling a solid cloud of vapor. I felt a tingling in my head as the smoke rolled and directed my senses towards pleasuring the piece of meat in my mouth. “Mmmmmmmmm!” was all I could muster as I started bobbing my head back and forth, adjusting to his girth and length. “Fuuck yea... that’s wassup,” they both grunted in approval while Gabriel started stroking his own, now hard, cock. He then took a long hit and I only pulled my mouth away from the dick in my mouth long enough for a hot, cloudy kiss. More tingling in my brain. “Fuuuck,” I growled as he grinned at me. Jairo patted the mattress, “Up on the bed, I wanna see this dick splitting you.” I eagerly did as I was told and in an instant was on all fours with my ass pointed up. “Fuckin hot,” I heard as Jairo ran his throbbing member up and down my still cum-glazed hole. I started whimpering like a slut in heat as he teased me. “Yeah? You want this bareback dick in you?” he whispered in my ear as I nodded in earnest. “Please.... please stick it in,” I pleaded. “You got it, boy,” he laughed and pushed the head past my hole in one blink. “Oh shit!” I exclaimed as my eyes widened in a mix of pain and pleasure. I turned around to see Jairo closing his own eyes in apparent satisfaction. I knew he wanted to inch his way in but I couldn’t control myself and thrust my ass back on the entire length. “Oh, oh FUUUCK! SHIT,” Jairo moaned as my hole flexed, placing his hands on my sides while Gabriel handed me the pipe. I was so lost in my haze I hadn’t realized he was recording me with his phone. “Nice,” I said, indicating the camera. Looking into the lens, I took the longest hit I could hold while at the same time Jairo slowly started to fuck me. The feeling was bliss and I slowly exhaled another solid cloud of smoke. Gabriel slowly nodded in approval behind the camera and I began thrusting myself to meet Jairo’s jabs. “Fuuuck! Ah! Ah! Ah!Ahhhhhhhyyyyeeeeahhhh,” I screamed into the pillow as he bottomed out and almost hit my second hole. “You like that?” My answer must have been written on my face; “‘Course you do,” he said with a shit-eating grin on his face. “You’re so good... fuckin’ slut getting what he needs.” “Uh-huh,” I automatically nodded as Gabriel set the phone down to give me another shotgun. “Turn over, so he can fuck you missionary,” he muttered and resumed recording. I flipped over and held my legs wide for Jairo to continue his assault on my hole. Facing each other, I now noticed a biohazard tattoo near his hip. “Oh shit!” I thought to myself. I admit I had been turned on by pozzing stories and videos but it was something I never acted on. But now, in my drug-fueled swirl, the flash of hesitation I felt evaporated and a primal desire gripped me as I became fully turned on by the fact that this cholo was barebacking my negative hole with his poisoned rod. “You like charged dick, huh boy?” Jairo asked as he entered all the way and bent forward to kiss and pacify my whimpering with his lips and tongue. He straightened up and closed his eyes. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” was all I could say as I relaxed my body and looked up at the two men with me. “Shit, puto, I’m getting close,” Jairo suddenly said after a few minutes, biting his lip. “Ready for my babies?” he asked and his pace picked up. “Knock that pussy up?” My mind was on autopilot as I gasped out “Yeah! Yeah! Flood me, knock me up with your poz juice!” “Yeah?! You sure? Well - here - it - fucking - COMES! F-F-FUCK!!!!” he yelled and slammed his weight on me as I felt his cock pulse rope after rope of his dirty seed into my hole. “Yeeahhhhh, poz him up, that’s it, that’s it boys,” Gabriel said as Jairo steadied his breath and slowly pulled out. “Don’t worry, you’re still getting more,” he added as I looked longingly at his cock. He straddled my face and lowered himself so I could greedily slurp it clean of all the sweet juices dripping from his foreskin. “Damn bro, you’re fuckin’ down with it. I like that,” Jairo said need a cigarette and shower, catch you in a bit?” “Fuck yeah, for sure!” I said, laying down to relax and let the rush subside. We fist-bumped again and he stepped out, leaving Gabriel and I alone. “You like G?,” he asked and pulled a small bottle and dropper from a bag he’d brought with him. It’d been a while since I’d taken any but I absolutely loved the way it made me even more of a pig. I nodded. “Ooh, yeah.” I took the bitter dose, washed it down with my Gatorade and began the waiting game. That’s all for now!

Part 3. After the fuck of my life, John dragged me to the walk-in shower. "Double shower heads. Nice," I said, then later feeling immature for showing how impressed I feel. I walked in the shower and got under the hot water as John dimmed the lights and turned on music that belonged on a sex playlist. He slid in behind me, pushed my chest against the cold, gray tile, and pressed his pecs and long cock against my backside. I moaned softly. Had I ever moaned before? What was happening. The hot water, the steam, and a muscle daddy caressing my body and kissing every inch of me. I was rock hard in a minute. After a deep kiss, John was fully hard again, and he forced me on my back on the tile bench in the middle of the shower. He grabbed a bottle of lube, coated my ass and his cock, and slowly slid in. "Fuuuuuuuuuuck," I moaned, as he slid in. His cock stretching open my now very sore and puffy ass. I focused on his pecs, the shadow of his face, and the warm water, and the pain eased away. Within minutes, I was getting close. I wanted his load this time, I didn't want him to pull out. So I took some initiative. "I want your cum inside me. Please breed me, daddy" I whimpered. He was silent, but I saw a smile start to creep in on the left side of his face, as water poured down his body fro the shower. He kept thrusting into me, tearing me open. It was painful but the pleasure outweighed the pain by far. He grabbed my cock and started tugging, and 30 seconds later I shot all over my chest while he just kept slamming in and out of my battered ass. I kept hoping he shoot, I kept begging, "breed me daddy. Own my ass." A minute later, he pulled out and shoved his cock down my throat and unloaded another massive load of cum, this time filling my throat and mouth. I still wanted his cum in my ass. He dragged me to bed, wrapped his arms around me, pulled me tight to his chest, and we drifted off to sleep. 2:07 AM -- that's what the clock said. I was exhausted. And a little confused. ---- 6:32 AM -- I squinted at the clock. I heard rain on the roof. I rolled off, John was lightly sleeping. At some point during the night, he'd gotten up and put on a white tee shirt. He was snoring ever so softly. I slid in close to him, pressed my face against his pecs and wrapped my hand around his cock. I drifted back to sleep. 8:07 AM -- the shower was running. John was awake. I didn't want to get up yet. I heard him the sound of an electric razor a few minutes after the shower cut off. I thought I'd keep sleeping, or at least see what he would do next. A few minutes later, I heard John back in the bedroom. He slowly pulled the covers off of me as I pretended to sleep, face down. John crawled between me, and pushed his tongue into my ass, rimming me gently and teasing my hole. I was incredibly sore from the night before, but his tongue made my hole twitch with excitement. In one thrust, he pushed his entire cock all the way inside of me. "Fuck!" I shouted. "I knew you were awake, beautiful boy," John replied. He slowly eased my ass open after that, and fucked me for a solid 10 minutes. He then flipped me over, and I could taste my ass on his tongue as he kissed me deeply. Apparently John likes morning sex. I could tell, he was getting close, and quickly. I was going to get his cum inside me. I needed it. I needed to have a piece of this man in my DNA. "Daddy?" I said. "Yes boy," John replied. "I really want your cum inside me," I said. "Oh yea? You want me to breed your boy hole?" John replied. "Fuck yea, breed me, please. Please breed me. Own my ass," I said. "I can't," John replied. Then started violently pounding my ass again. He was about to cum, I knew it. "What, why?" I questioned him. He pulled out, took three tugs on his cock, then shot all over me. "Because I'm poz." Partially in shock, partially turned on, I started shooting a volcano of cum out of my cock. John looked surprised, but dived down and slurped up the second half of my load. He was HIV positive, and I had begged him for his load. More than once, but he kept pulling out. And yet somehow, I still really wanted to feel his cum leaking out of me....

Part 2. "Face down, ass up." John didn't say much when we got to his townhouse on the east side of town. I'd never gone home with a stranger, and as he led me to his bedroom, I tried to take in as much as I could. White linen furniture, industrial high ceilings, and brushed copper accents all over a large townhouse that had a new paint smell. "Strip." He watched me as I nervously took my clothes off. Fuck, why does this belt always get stuck. Impatiently, John pushed me on the bed, ripped my pants off, and spread my legs, launching his tongue deep into my ass. Fuck that feels good, I thought. Thank god I prepared for this. From kissing John earlier, I knew his tongue was longer than most. It's what I first recognized. I could almost feel his tongue diving down my throat. And now his tongue was deeper in my ass than any tongue had ever been. Hell, it felt deeper than some of the pencil dick college boys I've messed around with. Slowly swirling around the outside of my ass, then plunging in as deep as he could go. I buried my head in the egyptian pillow in front of me, grabbed on to the soft tufted headboard, and enjoyed the cool breeze from the fan above as his tongue invaded my very tight hole. I felt like I might cum. I reached around to grab my cock, and he swatted my hand away. "You can touch your cock once I'm inside you. Not until then," he commanded. John flipped me over on my back, took off my shirt, then took off his clothes. I felt my ass muscles contract from the cool air as my eyes locked on those massive, plump pecs, lightly covered with a thin layer of dark hair -- that designer chest hair you see in magazines, where it all lays perfectly in the right direction. Looking up at this muscle daddy on top of me, I knew then and there, I'd give him anything he wanted. "You're so beautiful", John said to me, as he slowly kissed my face, my neck, and nibbled ever so slightly on my ears, while I wrapped my arms and legs around his dominating back and tout waist. His long, thick cock gently teasing my hole. I'd never had a bare cock in my ass. And I got nervous as I felt his mushroom head starting to invade my hole. "I'll put on a condom later, but baby I've gotta feel that velvet smooth ass of yours first," he whispered in my ear, causing me to flinch when he gently rubbed his stubble against the sensitive part of my ear. We locked eyes, and inch by inch, John slowly slid his 9" cock into me. I winced in pain a few times, and he slowly leaned down and tugged on my nipples with his teeth and wet mouth. His cock was big -- bigger than I'd ever taken -- and thick. I knew tomorrow, I'd be sore. I finally felt his meaty balls and the bristly hair around his cock press flush against my very full ass. He kissed me, and gently started thrusting in an out. "Feel good?" he asked. "Yes." I reponded. "Yes, what?" He commanded. "Yes, sir," I said. "Call me daddy," John said, giving me a sexy half smile and quickly pulling his cock out to the tip and thrusting it all the way in. "Fuck, daddy," I winced in pain, but it quickly turned to pleasure. John fucked me like I'd never been fucked before. Why did it feel so good? Was it because I'd never had a raw cock in my ass? or was it because of him? I knew later this would be on my mind, among other things. Hard and fast, John mounted me on my stomach, not letting me touch myself. He then pulled me on my knees so that his chest was pressed against the middle of my back. The arch of his cock rubbing right against prostate. He held my stomach, kissed my ear, and in a slow rhythm, my ass fully accepted his cock as a welcome visitor. "You want to cum? You've got to work for it," John said as he spun me around and pulled me onto his lap. Up until this point, I'd forgotten all about a condom. Then I panicked a little. "Should you put on a condom?" I nervously asked. "Do you want me to?" John replied. I paused, I looked down at that beautiful long cock. I slowly moved my eyes up to his pecs, and that stubbly face, and his bald head, and then his deep blue eyes. I wrapped my arms around his neck and slowly got on top of him, and slid down his bare cock all the way to the base. "Good boy," John said. I rode him for a few minutes. I was getting close, and I hadn't even touched myself. I was getting close to losing control, when John reached down, grabbed my cock, and jerk it violently. "Cum for me baby boy," John said. I coated his chest in cum, splattering semen all of his pics and chin. "Lick it up," John said. I did -- slowly slurping up the quickly cooling cum from his chest -- and then his chin. Before I could swallow, John kissed me, and his stretched tongue once again invaded my mouth and throat, like he was trying to steal the cum away from me. I felt his cock pulse inside my slightly sore ass, but I wasn't sure if he had cum. John flipped me on my back, grabbed my ankles, and slammed his cock into me. He was no longer fucking me, he was pounding my ass. Relentlessly. Quickly. Owning my hole. The soreness I felt was quickly fleeting, and within 30 seconds, my cock was rock hard again. "You want my cum?" John asked. "Fuck yea, daddy." I said. "Where?" John asked. I didn't know what to say. I'd never had a bare cock, let alone cum in my ass. Did he want to cum inside me? Where else would he want to? Would it be safe? Could a man this beautiful have any wrong intentions? "Tell me you want daddy to breed that boy hole," John said, before I could respond to his first question. I tossed inhibitions to the wind. "Fuck yea, breed my daddy. I want that load deep in my ass." John flashed that sexy grin, then a few second later, I saw his sweaty pecs tense up, and I knew he was about to cum, I was about to get my first load in my ass. But right before he shot, John abruptly pulled out of my ass and sprayed cum, and I mean a lot of fucking cum, all over my chest. Some of it even hit my face and my nose. Fuck, that was hot. Fuck, I wanted that inside me. Fuck, why did he pull out? I was too scared to ask.

I have met bottoms who just insist on every top that they hook up with wear a condom. But sometimes I get the bottom to give in to my bb breeding needs when I deliberately take too long to cum. I am sorry. If the bottom has a very beefy bubble ass, I gotta seed it. I won't negotiate that at all with him. I do run into some cases when the bottom, who wants to get me off, takes the condom off and tells me not to cum in his ass. Now what top in his right mind can honestly say that he can pull out of a good beefy ass when he is at that moment? For me I just nutt in him anyway, but pull out to let the remaining droplets spill on his ass cheecks.

So, I ABSOLUTELY love sucking cock. I really do. I also love the taste of cum. But, because I also like getting fucked and taking loads in my ass, I'm almost of two minds about it. I almost feel like if I'm sucking a guy it's a prelude to getting fucked. Like foreplay. I'm sucking him to get hard so he can fuck me and dump his load in my ass. I absolutely love that. If he cums in my mouth or down my throat, I DO love the taste, and I love to swallow and lick the cum, but I feel cheated. If a guy fucks me and dumps his load in my ass, I enjoy it, feel a high, but because I can't taste his load or feel it shooting in my mouth, again, I almost feel cheated. Which means, really, I almost need two guys, to spit roast me, one fucking my ass and dumping a load, then the other fucking my throat or me sucking his cock and dumping a load or shooting there. Which, doesn't happen very often. Anyone else feel this way? I attached a pic of me sucking a nice cock. He fucked me as well, and it felt real good. Ultimately he shot in my mouth. Promised to cum in my ass next time.

? INTERVIEW WITH A DEMON (WARNING: Deep evil, immoral, ritual, Devil, demonic - story fiction) Like any other day, it starts with the thought of sex. From the time I wake up in the morning with a hard-on. My usual routine is to jack off and start the day. If I don’t, I’m driven to search out sex throughout the day. This particular day, I forgo the jack-off routine and check my ad emails online. Hoping to make a hook-up. I Proceeded to get a couple hits over night. Sometimes I get lucky and others I can tell it’s just plain run-around. I write back or just delete. But, one email caught my eye. It had subject titled “ HAIL Sarah Palin” What the fuck! Not one for scam or wacko emails. I was so close to deleting the email and move on. My finger, curiously moved from the delete button, My hand moved the mouse like a Ouija game board marker. Before I knew it, the email opened up. A brief description opened up above my ad. “Hail brother! We saw your ad. My name is Jason. I’m 45 y.o, 5’-9”, 190#, bald, 8” cock. Let’s meet. Hope to hear back from you!.” It was a simple response. Attached to the email were a couple pics of Jason. One was a close up picture of his thick cock and hanging balls. Though, a couple things caught me off guard. Who is “We”? And what is with this “Hail brother” and “Hail Sarah Palin”? Trembling from the simple email, I was intrigued. Not sure what to do. Being a clean cut type with Christian upbringing, I paused. In the end, I sent back a reply. Very basic email. Not giving out too much information. As I “SEND” my email I started to get up, a “ding” email came back. It was from Jason. Damn, he must have been sitting at his computer anticipating to hear from me. I opened it up and it said he was available anytime. He preferred to meet at his place and in the evening or nights. It gave his text/phone number. It showed local number. Hey, what the heck, I texted him back right away. We had a open basic dialog back and forth for 10 minutes. I wasn’t still sure of what this was all about. I was still intrigued but unsure if I wanted to meet with him. But, he was insistent in meeting this evening. I agreed to time and his place.

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But HIV does not "crawl up" your urethra like the bacterial infections. It has to enter a tear in the skin--hence why uncut men are more at risk as tops than cut men. So no open sores or cuts or over vigorous fucking to tear your foreskin.

yes , you can catch it inside his hole full of toxic brew

I want to take as many loads in a sling as possible but am working up the nerve. Coincidentally NL bear I have just booked a vacation in GC at a nudist gay bungalow for next year. I hope your friendly UK guys will be going back.....

when i top i love the moment when i have the bottom fully impaled on my cock and i grab there shoulders and force them down further on till i hear that low as i call it slut moan hold for a few seconds then back to fucking them

Right there with you, with this day in age of PrEP. I don't understand why guys seekout to become poz, before PrEP was available I can understand the "just get it over with so I dont have to fear it anymore" I view seeking out HIV or purposely self destructively going unmedicated like I view a sucidal alcoholic drinking themselves to death, very very sad, and something upstairs is very wrong. I view people who are poz and not on meds so they can specifically poz other people, esp people who are obvious to their status/the lie. that is incredibly malicious and IMO guys who do that are complete scumbags, borderline serial killer mentality. When I read about people on here wanting to contract a Trudava resistant strain so they can specifically poz us guys who are on PrEP, Im literally sick to my stomach. What in the actual fuck? Why ? Incredibly selfish and homicidal like behaviour.

This night is one I remember vividly. I had been taking more than one load in one night but it was always with single guys when I was cruising the park at night since I was 17. My very first time with multiple guys in one session if I remember correctly was the first time I went on vacation to a gay clothing optional resort in Gran Canaria. I was in my 20s then and was actually scared as hell not knowing what to expect from a resort like that. This is pre-internet, something you can hardly imagine now, the only thing I knew about it was what I had read in the Gay Times, a UK magazine, and those reviews were not very explicit. But it was exciting being nude around other guys and getting an all-over suntan. And after a few days you get to know the other guests around the pool and when you met them in the evening bumping into each other at bars and clubs. I hit it off with with 4 guys from the UK. They were a bunch of very outgoing best mates (not two couples) and we went out together at night. After a drunken night at the bars I ended up in one of their bungalows for a "night cap". Must have been around 4 or 5am. I had been slutting in dark rooms that night and already had a few loads in me. Can't really remember how it started but at one point I was sucking one the guys. One thing led to another and I got banged by all four guys. They were probably vers but I was the "cute Dutch guy with the hot arse". Can't remember how many loads I got, likely just four, all being intoxicated, but I remember waking up in my own bed in the morning and feeling ashamed. Couldn't really believe what I had done and felt like a real slut (not that I wasn't one in the park...). It was more about facing them that day. What would they think? Well, they thought they had had a good time. When I got to the pool one of them yelled "hey, there's the little cum slut!" All eyes around the pool were on me and I thought I'd die. But they all laughed it away and things were like normal although I could see other guests looking (leering?) at me. We had a repeat session before they had to leave two days later. Not so drunk this time and longer. My nickname at the resort was "Dutch cum slut" by then (they obviously had blabbed to the other guests) and I had no problem getting laid in the following week ? Mostly singles or couples though. I went back the next year LOL.

I kinda miss the Coral Sands.

It wasn't long before I received multiple snapchats of my boy stripping in the parking structure of the gym. Good boy I thought to myself as I started to get ready for work. Before leaving for the office I grabbed an empty bottle, and a few water bottles. He will get every load today. I got in the car and realized that my ass was pretty sore, I can't believe I took a POZ load. The thought of it brought a uneasy feeling to my stomach, but at the same time, got me horny for converting Trevor. A few hours into work I had to piss, so I text Trevor, "I've got to piss, are you able to come?" his reply came quick, "I can't get there until 11am Sir." "Ok I'll bring the bottle to you, stay at work and I want you to drink it while sitting in my lap in my car." "Yes Sir" he answered. I pissed into the bottle by my car, and drove it to his work. He was waiting by his car in the structure for me, and when I parked he jumped in the passenger seat, kissed me deep, started to take his clothes off and smiling the whole time. I could see his chastity device through his jock strap and his cock was definitely trying to get hard. He finished stripping and tried to hop over the center console, "nuh, uh uh" I said. Out and around. His smile dropped a little, but he was quick to obey, he hopped out of the car and on his way to my side, I locked the doors. Trevor heard the locks, and his smile really faded. He started to look nervous, I started the car and put the car in reverse, moved it an inch and I saw him almost jump in embarrassment and nerves. I stopped the car, unlocked and he jumped in, grabbed my face and kissed me while straddling me. "You scared me so bad, thank you for not leaving Sir," he said looking into my eyes. "You're welcome slut, now drink up we both have to get back to work" He nodded and grabbed the bottle. He drank it down like he just ran a marathon, "wow boy, thirsty? should I have more next time?" He took the last gulp and laughed out of breath from drinking so fast. "I won't complain about that Sir" He kissed me and hopped out of the car, I locked it again, and he was not amused. He opened the other side, got in and started putting on the clothes. "Come up with any more rules yet?" I asked. "Yes Sir, a few" "Tell me one" "Well, you called me your boyfriend earlier, but we haven't been on a date before.." "and?" "Well, do you want a date night? Once a week? he asked. "You mean out in the public eye?" "yes, but if I may request we start away from this area, and then we can move closer and closer." "Yes we can do that, I'd like that." He reached across the console and kissed me again, "see you later". "I've never said bye to my toilet before" I replied with a wink. I watched him as he ran back to work, if I'm not crazy it looked a little more flamboyant than I remember. I drove back to work, and of course once I arrived I had to pee again. "I have to pee again", I texted him. "haha thats funny, I'll drink it when ever I can next, do you have a bottle?" he said. "yes I'll save it for later," I replied. The day dragged on, but by the end I had 4 bottles filled with piss. He will drink them tonight. When I got off work, I went straight to the house Trevor is watching, and like a good boy, he greeted me at my car, in a jock strap, kissed me and brought my bag in. When we got inside he handed me a list, at the top was date night. 1. Date night minimum 1 night per week unless I've had physical connection with my girlfriend, then up to you. 2. I'll unfollow, any instagram and twitter models that are female, so I don't get any stimulus from them. 3. I'll sign onto your iPad so you can monitor my conversations, especially with my gf, and punish me accordingly. 4. I'll go get my sperm checked, and freeze my sperm if it works just incase. 5. I get a tattoo of your choosing. "Wow boy, I like the list, that will definitely give me more control, I like the iPad idea. How's your ass feeling?" "I'm glad, and good, why do you ask Sir?" "Just wondering, I'm dying to put a load inside it, and here." I said handing him a bottle of piss, "grab me a beer, and take that plug out." I had him ride me as I sat in a chair, telling him to work his ass like a pro, and to drink my piss at the same time. He did great, beer never tasted so good. I almost came a couple times, I stopped him each time and grabbed another beer or two. I slapped his ass and told him to go grab whats in the large compartment in my bag. "Sir... This this is huge." he said holding the hollow plug. "I know, and its going in your ass right now, I'm going to use your ass like a urinal, turn around and on your hands and knees slut." He did as he was told, I put a dildo in the hollow plug to keep it more rigid, and slowly pressed it in. "you had nothing to fear, your slutty ass loved it and practically swallowed it whole, now get up and head to the bathroom." I followed his delicious ass to the bathroom and bent him over the tub. The sound of my piss filling his hole was one of the best sounds I'd ever heard, and his ass seemed to be endless. it took it all and even at the end I couldn't see any inside. I took the plug out and told him to let me know when he needed to let it go. It wasn't long before he was sitting on the toilet, letting it out as he sucked my cock. When he was done he got up and reached for the lever, "Wait!" I yelled. "Yes sir?" he seemed shocked at my yelling. "you were really cleaned out there babe" I said looking down into the toilet, a faint yellow tint to the water, otherwise nothing else showed. I grabbed his arm and turned him around twisting his arm behind his back, my other hand on the back of his head, put him on his knees. I looked around and saw a bottle of poppers on the counter. I grabbed them, placed it under his nose and after a big long inhale, I shoved his head into the toilet and fucked his gaping hole, he didn't fight too much, I felt his struggle and pulled him up for air. "More slut?" "Yes Sir" he managed to say between breaths. I shoved his head back in, his hair, my arm drenched in toilet water and piss, I didn't last long this time and came deep into his loose hole. I pulled his head out of the toilet, spit on his face, told him to clean up and meet me back out in the living room. I sat down, sipped a beer, thinking about how amazing my boy is, he is a champ, and I am not sure how he thinks he's straight anymore. I pulled out my iPad, and logged into a sex store website, looking at chastity devices. Trevor walked in and curled up next to me. "Did I upset you sir?" he asked a little sheepishly. "No, but I'm not going to pass up an opportunity to fuck a sluts hole while his heads in a toilet full of my piss. Did you like it?" "I did actually, I drank some of it" he laughed. "wha-!" I exclaimed giving him a playful slap, "you little slut. Pick out a smaller chastity device. If we're going to make you a total bottom with a worthless cock, it really needs to be worthless" I said grabbing his locked up cock squeezing his balls tightly. "Yes sir. I mailed the key by the way it should be there by this weekend when I see her." "good well I hope she doesn't use it" I said winking at him. "Lets go grab a drink somewhere" His eyes opened wide, "what should I wear sir?"

I'm a top and I love to team up with another top buddy when we fuck a bottom. One cock in his mouth and one cock in his raw ass. I fuck his ass while my buddy fucks his throat. Then we trade places.

Every profile I post, and every ad I post carries a notice about my status. When I take a room at a bathhouse, I have a sign that goes up in the room with information about my status. If asked, I answer fully and truthfully every time. If I have reason to think the Top might not have come across the information in any other way, I volunteer the information. Why? Because AIDS snuck up on me without warning. The first notice I got that I was HIV+ was after I had come within a hair’s breadth of death from meningitis because HIV had already eaten my CT4 count down to 49. It was only a fluke that I’m alive right now to write this. So for those of you who don’t inform, or worse, lie about your status, let me ask you this - when you finish fucking the guy, are you also willing to take a knife and slit his throat before you leave? Because you have no guarantee that your poz load isn’t going to kill him. The guy who pozzed me came very, very close to killing me and I had no warning. Perhaps he didn’t know himself. But if you do know, and your poz load results in a death, how is that any different than murder by knife? So if you would balk at slitting the guy’s throat, you’d better think twice about lying about your status. If those of you writing about being prepared to suffer debilitating disease and die for some callous bastard who doesn’t give a damn about your life or your well-being are not just expressing a fantasy - if you’re serious - I urge you to speak to a therapist. Your lives have value, even if you can’t see it right now.

PART 7 The next day, I relived the experience at Tim’s. I had almost no regrets. The hiv thing scared me, but not enough to keep me from already looking forward to more. I thought about what had happened after we had fucked. Tim really seemed to like fucking me. He asked me again about the hiv thing and reminded me that In the moment, I had not only been ok with it, I had asked him for it. For his poz cum. Those words were going thru my head a lot. I knew I had said it. And the words had a weird effect on me now the next day. They scared me and made me hArd. It was totally messing with me. And I was still totally getting the “stop doing this, this is crazy” messages In my brain, but I had jerked off three times in the last 18 hours since his cock had ejaculated into me. And I was still horny. I wanted him, even still a little sore, I wanted to get fucked. By 8 that night, I was online and messaging Tim, but he wasn’t on. I waited and waited til almost ten. He must have been busy and I couldn’t just show up. I was so horny at this point, so eager to service him, to worship cock. I figured I would give it a few more minutes. My Dick was rock hard and sex was leading all thoughts. I didn’t see any hot guys on the site . I signed off and as I did, a thought occurred to me. I had driven by it many times and it was only twenty minutes Away, in the business district. I wasn’t even sure if the stories were true about the adult book store, that it was mostly a place for gay guys to hook up. Something about a maze of private video booths with 100 different pornos to pick from and that guys would go into the booths and fuck and suck. The owner of the place was gay and actually encouraged it. It sounded like an urban legend that was fake but what if it wasn’t? What if there were some hot guys, older guys like Tim, just there horny and looking to meet someone to fuck right there in the store? At 10:30 that night with a rock hard teenage cock and a hole that had just become addicted to raw man sex, it didn’t even seem like I had a choice. Even though I was literally so nervous I was nauseous, I was on my way. I was barely past my 18th birthday and on my way to my first adult book store, where I hoped that everything I heard was true and that I was on my way to meet a stranger I hoped would want to fuck me. I didn’t pretend or lie to myself. I wanted to get fucked by an older guy, no condom and no pulling out. And I wanted it so bad.

I have the exact same attitude as you,the ultimate is knowing that the top gets pleasure from killing

I fucking love being spit roasted. Being fucked bareback while sucking cock is awesome. I only take cock bareback, and I love one on my mouth and one in my ass. Dont get it often enough.

My partner and I did a long weekend down south to get away from the cold. We try to do this as often as possible in the winter. Stayed at a gay resort in FTL, clothing optional, with a nice pool and hot tub area. The weather was pretty decent while we were there, so the pool area was active most afternoons and evenings. There was a nice mix of guys in their 40s, 50s and 60s at the resort, and it appeared some men came in on a day pass. There’s no playroom at this place, but that doesn’t slow down the sexual energy. There’s plenty of friskiness to be enjoyed. Some guys are very friendly, while there are always a few who just keep to themselves. One afternoon they hosted a little happy hour out by the pool. Nothing fancy, but still a nice opportunity to have a few cocktails and chat with other guys. My partner Shane and I threw on our bathing suits and joined the milling crowd. I chatted with a couple guys from Texas and MInnesota who were spending a couple weeks down there. I also appreciated the bartender was a heavy pourer and I was starting to enjoy a little buzz. Shane was chatting it up with some guys near the hot tub. He looked hot standing there in his blue speedo, his ample cock filling out the front nicely. There were casuals pets and tugs happening around the happy hour as guys flirted with one another. About 45 minutes into the event, I noticed an older bearish guy, silver-white hair, husky, with a trim beard wearing an orange speedo come up behind Shane and start rubbing his shoulders. I recognized the guy as someone who had been around the pool last night, and had chatted with Shane and a few others. He was charismatic and humorous, as I remembered, though I couldn’t recall much about him. I grabbed another drink and joined another conversation. I noticed that the daddy continued rubbing Shane’s shoulders, but was now also slowly grinding against Shane’s ass. Shane for his part had stopped participating in the conversation near him, and was slipping into his non-verbal sexual state. His hands reached back and touched the silver-haired daddy who was methodically seducing him. He started grinding his ass back against the guy’s bulging speedo, which was no longer completely containing the hardon. Finally I saw the guy lean toward Shane’s ear, say something, and Shane silently nodded. They quickly disappeared through the foliage, and then I caught of glimpse of them making their way to the guest rooms. It looked like they may head to our room. I chatted a few minutes more as the bar was closing up for happy hour. Guys were discussing dinner plans. I took that opportunity to slip away and head toward our room. I listened at the door, and thought I heard noise inside — tough to always tell through these metal doors. I unlocked the door quietly and stepped inside quickly and silently so as not to disturb anything. There was an intense sexual energy in the room. Shane was already impaled on the guy’s cock, the bear laying on his back on the bed while Shane bucked and bounced on his thick meat. He was riding hard, grunting and breathing heavy as he took that cock. The bear pushed a bottle of poppers under Shane’s nose — “Take a good hit, boy. You’ll need it.” Shane’s face was a total cock lust — a look I’ve seen plenty of times. I knew he was totally captivated by this guy’s dick inside him, and was going to do whatever he told. The bear obviously figured that out, too. ”Ride it, boy. This is what you wanted. Daddy’s cock in your hole.” i started jerking off,tucked behind a screen off the side of the room where I wouldn’t be intrusive. I love watching Shane get fucked, and this promised to be a hot show. Shane leaned forward, bracing his arms against the bear’s chest. The guy started thrusting upward hard and deep, driving grunts and gasps out of his bottom boy. They fucked intensely for nearly 10 minutes as I watched. Then Shane slowed down and slid off. The cock that emerged from his ass was like a torpedo — no wonder he was making so much noise getting fucked! It looked to be 7 1/2-8 inches long, and was girthy all around the middle before tapering to a nice head that could penetrate the tightest hole. Shane collapsed onto the bed, rolling onto his back. The bear was up and kneeling in front of Shane. “Show me your hole.” Shane complied, raising his legs and spreading them to expose his hole. The bear positioned himself and plunged inside, driving a gasp from Shane. “That’s it boy. It’s supposed to hurt a little. You knew you wanted this cock down by the pool. Now take it.” The guy proceeded to fuck Shane senseless. He was pounding hard, his balls slapping against Shane’ ass — I could hear it across the room — using the younger man’s ass for his pleasure. I could almost feel what Shane was experiencing in his ass. The thick raw cock stretching his hole wide, filling him with each plunging thrust, feeling empty each time it pulled out, and desperate to have it inside him again. He was completely given over to the ecstasy being fucked, and anticipating what more was to come. “I’m gonna mark your ass, boy. That’s right. You’re gonna be bred.” Shane looked up excitedly, breathing heavy with his hot body spread wide open for the pounding he was taking. The bear was grunting, a deep, growling sound. “Oh, boy. You’re gonna be my cumdump. That’s what you wanted down by the pool. Wasn’t it?” Shane was beyond being able to speak — he just nodded excitedly, breathing heavy, and looking with total surrender at the guy using him. The bear pounded into him, his thrusts fast and powerful. He was going for the gold here. He let out a string of grunts, his body slamming hard into Shawn’s spread ass, holding it there for a second, and then thrusting again as he grunted. He was unleashing streams of cum inside Shane’s waiting ass. He gave a feel final thrusts, relishing the tight, warm hole he’d been using. Then he pulled out, shuffled up the bed to Shane head, “Clean off Daddy’s dick,” and he pushed his raw cock into Shane’s open mouth. “ That’s it. Clean every drop of cum off it. Taste your ass on my dick.” Shane moaned his agreement, never taking his mouth off the cock that had just bred him. “That’s it, boy. I knew you were a cum whore. That’s eat. Show me how much you loved Daddy’s cock.” The energy in the room was fading. Shane would not cum, and the bear had no further use for him at the moment. He’d seduce Shane again the next night, and take him to a friend’s room where they would both breed his hot ass. Shane would describe to me how they passed him back and forth, fucking his face and ass until they both filled him with their cum. This is one of the reasons I love staying at gay resorts and on gay cruises. If you enjoyed this story of our exploits, let me know with a message and/or an uprating. I’ll keep sharing so long as people are reading — and hopefully getting off to them.

Muscle Bear Dad is another story I've enjoyed, posted in alt.sex.stories.gay.moderated. It is M/t, but all the action starts on the eighteenth birthday of the narrator. The first post is here. * * * My senior year in high school turned out to be a real turning point in my life. I was cruising along, minding my own business and doing everything I could to prepare for life after high school, that I was completely unprepared for the chain events that brought me to where I am today. My name is Jake, and from all indications, I was living a perfect existence as a typical high school senior. I studied hard and made good grades, always a 3.5-point average or higher, but like many of my peers, I really wasn't all that interested in social studies, and was constantly admonished by my teacher to try harder. I was captain of the football team last fall, and since one of my best talents in that game was my running, I was getting ready for the track team practices about to start. I was good at sports, competitive and recreational, and I have my dad to thank for that. He was always playing sports with me as a kid and throughout my teenage years, encouraging me to play better. He was always showing me the techniques he had learned when he was growing up that helped make him one of the most proficient players on his high school and college teams. Let me tell you a little about my dad. His name is Ben, and while I may be somewhat prejudiced, he's probably one of the most handsome men in the city. Many people have commented that he looks a lot like Lee Majors when he was in his prime. Dad is 6 foot, 2 inches tall and weighs 245 pound of well-muscled beef. Dad has owned a slowly growing chain of fitness spas, named Muscle Buddies, for the last 15 years, ever since training professionally as a body builder. He won a few minor titles shortly after I was born but when mom deserted us, he took his winnings and opened the first Muscle Buddies so he could be there for me. Mom and dad met on the competition circuit. Mom was a stewardess, an air mattress as dad describes her, and a groupie to the body builder crowd. They had dated a few times, and when she got pregnant with me, he did the honorable thing and married her. After three years of playing housewife while dad competed in competitions, she got bored with the routine and left us to go back to flying full time. She didn't have any problem when he petitioned the court for full custody, and except for a birthday card or Christmas present once in a while, I haven't heard from her since. My father has thick, black hair that he keeps cut short so he doesn't have to do much to make it look good. His eyes are that hazel color, which look gold in the sunlight, topped by long, black lashes that many woman spend tons of money on mascara to duplicate. His beard is so heavy he has to shave two or three times a day or he has a five o'clock shadow by noon. The muscles he works so hard to maintain are covered with tons of glossy black hair, so much that it's hard to see skin between the straight, coarse strands. A few of my friends have commented that he looks like a gorilla, but to me it just makes him look more masculine than other men. He showed me some of his old competition photos and I couldn't believe that the smooth, shiny body in the pictures was he. He told me it used to take hours of shaving and gallons of Nair to keep it that way, and certainly doesn't miss all the torture he used to have to go through to get that competitive look. Dad keeps the hair on his body trimmed so it doesn't look too unmanaged and many times asks me to help with the spots he has trouble reaching. That's how I know what his dick and balls look like. I'll be studying or watching TV and he'll call out from the bathroom asking for a little help. When I get there, he's standing naked in the tub with the clippers in his hand and that frustrated look he gets when faced with a problem he can't solve easily. He hands me the clippers and points to the places on his wide back that he can't reach, so I help him out to make sure everything is even. At those times, I get to run my hands over the hair on his back, and down to his 34" waist, under the excuse of making sure there weren't any hairs matted down that the clippers might miss. My dad has big hands, thick wrists, and bulging forearms, all covered with thick hair. He's so hairy he even has tufts of hair on the middle knuckles of each finger and toe. The hair on his arms goes about halfway up his 20" biceps, but thins out enough so you can see that thick vein on the top of each one. His thick, muscled legs and round, hard butt are a single, smooth carpet of hair, so thick that they always look tanned. His abs and pecs are covered as well, but instead of stopping at the top of his chest like most guys, it continues on over his shoulders to meet the hair growing up his back. You can see his nipples, which cap the thick, chiseled 50" pecs, protruding from the hair on his chest, each one topped by an eraser sized nub of flesh. If he didn't shave his neck and face, there would be no part of his body, except around his eyes and his forehead, that weren't covered in soft, thick fur. He even clips his pubic hair to the same length as the rest of his body; he said it was just easier to run the clippers over the whole body than to worry about sculpting different areas. His soft dick was long enough to almost reach the bottom of his ball sac and about the diameter of a silver dollar. The smooth, circumcised head of his dick is a rosy, purple, bigger and darker than the thick shaft. His balls look big enough to cover the entire palm of my hand if I were to reach over sometime and cradle them. Hell, I don't think I would be able to close my hand more than halfway around his balls without hurting him. I've never seen my dad with a hard-on, but once when I finished helping trim his back hair; it was sticking straight out from his body and had grown noticeably. I got embarrassed and hightailed it out of the bathroom, but I really wanted to see what it looked like fully hard. I got a ride home from school on the afternoon of my eighteenth birthday from my best friend Jeremy's mom. Dad doesn't usually get home until after five during the week but today he'd taken a day off to clean out the garage and do some puttering around the yard. I went through the front door calling out for him but he wasn't inside so I went out the French doors to the backyard and saw him trimming the hedges by the back fence. He was only wearing some grungy old gym shorts and the sweat from his exertion was streaming down his face and matting the hair on his chest and back. The waistband of the shorts was soaked and the shorts clung to the round globes of his ass. He only goes shirtless if he's working in the backyard where no one can see him, otherwise he'll wear a tee shirt to keep from spooking the neighbors with his excess hairiness. I called out and waved and when he heard me, he waved back. He stopped the electric clippers so I could hear him and said, "I'm almost done. Let me just finish these and then I'll be in to discuss dinner plans to celebrate your birthday." I went back to the kitchen and got a soda from the fridge and a glass with ice. After pouring the soft drink and waiting for the fizz to stop, I grabbed my backpack and went up to my room to do my homework while I waited for dad. A half hour later, dad stopped by the door to my room, sweat still running down his handsome face. "I'll take a quick shower and be with you in a little bit," he said smiling broadly. Presently, I heard the water running in his shower and knew it wouldn't be too long before he was dressed and ready to go. I opened my math book and looked over the problems due for tomorrow's assignment. I was on the second math problem when I heard him call my name and ask me come into his bedroom. I thought maybe it was trimming time at the zoo again, so I hopped up and walked across the hall to his room. Dad was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt, tan chinos, and a pair of Topsiders. He looked great as usual. He asked me to sit on the bed and then came over to sit next to me, carrying a plastic bag. The bag was one of those magazine bags they give you at the newsstand, and I immediately knew what was in it. A lump grew in my throat and I had a hard time swallowing. "I found these while cleaning out the garage today and I thought we should talk about it," he said quietly. There was no anger or embarrassment in his voice, he just stated it matter-of-factly. He dumped the magazines from the bag onto the bed between us and I knew I'd been caught. He'd found my secret stash of porno magazines, made up of Honcho, Advocate Men, and a gay porno color glossy that Jeremy's brother bought for him once. This was a moment I'd been dreading ever since I hid the first one in the garage, but I didn't think it would arrive so soon. I'd only been collecting them since last fall after Jeremy and I started messing around. "I figure there's something you that been on your mind for a while and this is as good a time as any to talk about it. I'm not mad; in fact, I had a good chuckle when I remembered back to my porno stash when I was your age. They were a little less gender specific, but I'm sure I was looking at the guys more than the girls." I must have looked startled when the meaning of his words hit me. "You, you mean," I stuttered, "you mean you liked looking a naked guys, too? You're gay?" I asked. "Yep, figured it out when I was competing in body building," he answered. "There's lots of great looking men with beautiful bodies all around and I found myself wanting to do more than just admire them from a distance. I've kept it from you so my lifestyle wouldn't influence your development. I needed for you to figure out for yourself what you wanted and I didn't think it would be a good idea for you to see me carrying on with other men while you were growing up. Life for a kid is confusing enough." "Remember the weekend trips I started taking every few months when you turned sixteen?" he asked. I nodded and he continued, "Well, I was going to larger cities to visit some friends I've made over the years, some of them fuck buddies, and others, really good friends to go out on the town with, and maybe find some stud to have sex with. So, in case you were thinking I'd be angry or hate you, it's not like that at all. In fact, I'm really proud of you for coming to terms with this difficult decision and not let it screw your head up. You're a great son, Jake, and I'm equally proud to be your father." His confession moved me so much that tears began to fill up my eyes and I started to sob a little bit. Dad stood up and spread his big arms, letting me know that I could hug him, and I moved against his hard body. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight to his chest, my head cradled in the crook of his neck. He let me sob against him for a few minutes, and then used his big hands to pull my head back and look into my face. He used both thumbs at the same time to wipe the tears from under my eyes and looked at me with this incredible, loving smile. All my love for this man came welling up from deep inside me, and I moved my face closer so I could press my lips to his. Dad gave me one of the fatherly pecks and tried to move away, but I pressed my lips against his again and tried to open his mouth with my tongue. He tensed, stepped back, looking at me with a little surprise on his face and said quietly, "Jake, I don't think we should be doing this." "Dad, I want this more than anything," I whispered. "I want you to show me how much you love me, how much two men can share together." He stood for a few moments, looking at my face, seeing the budding lust there and feeling the shivers of anticipation coursing through my body. "And I do love you, son," he whispered and began to kiss me in earnest. We stood by the side of the bed, probing each other's mouths with our tongues. He hadn't shaved since this morning and the almost full day's growth was rough and exciting against the skin of lips. Our tongues were licking each other fiercely when he turned my head to the side and stuck the full length of his tongue into my mouth. I felt that sucker fill my mouth and almost reach the back of my throat. I sucked on his tongue, trying to bring it deeper into my mouth and slowly pulled my lips back along its length. As soon as the tip of his tongue escaped my lips, I looked up at his face and saw his eyes were glazed, a mere hint of a smile gracing his mouth. We stayed looking in each other's eyes while I slowly unbuttoned his shirt. His gaze shifted to watch my hands and I soon had the shirt open, exposing his broad, hairy chest. I slid my hands up from his waist along the coarse hair covering his stomach and chest, slowing sliding the shirt from his shoulders and down his arms. He took his hands off my back and dropped them to his side, long enough for me to slip his shirt to the floor. The silk shirt whispered through the air and lay in a heap on the floor at his feet. I returned my hands to his broad back, feeling the amazingly soft fur beneath my palms and flowing between my fingers. Our mouths met again in hot fury and our tongues again took turns filling the others mouth with hot flesh and delicious spit. His mouth left mine and began to attack my neck just below my earlobe. His thick tongue began swirling and stabbing at my neck, his mouth sucking, and his beard sending little tickles through my skin. I lolled my head to one side, opening up my neck to his attentions, showing him how much I wanted these incredible feelings to continue. He worked along the underside of my jaw, towards my throat, licking and sucking and rubbing with his mouth, at first slowly and then with increasing passion. He stopped and I looked at him to see why, but his gaze was somewhere below my face. Dad moved one hand from the back of my neck and rubbed it along the hard tube of flesh beneath the material of my jeans. His other hand joined the first one and he pulled open the buttons of my 501's, spreading the flaps to rub my cock through my underwear. He pulled at the bottom of my tee shirt and slid it up my torso. When my shirt reached my armpits, I lifted my arms into the air and let him pull the tee shirt over my head and throw it to the floor. His hands cupped my ass and he pulled me to his chest. I could feel every one of the hairs on his chest send little sparks into my skin and I started working on his neck as he had on mine. He opened his neck to my hungry mouth, and low, sexy moans issued from his throat. I continued to caress his back and arms with my hands, luxuriating in the feel of all that fur beneath my fingers. I was almost finished licking the expanse of his neck when he pulled back a little, bent over, and started licking one of my nipples. His tongue swirled around the flesh of my nipple while his mouth sucked on it gently. His teeth made little nips on the growing nub that sent shocks straight to my dick. Each time his teeth tweaked my flesh I could feel my dick pulse and gooey precum oozed into my shorts. He switched nipples and lavished the same affection on it, again sending thrills through my body. His mouth left my chest and he dropped to his knees in front of me. Dad bent over and undid the laces on my sneakers and removed them. He grabbed the waistband of my jeans and shorts, and slid them down my legs, freeing my oozing cock, which swung up from my crotch, pulling a thin thread of precum from the head to my waist. I lifted my legs so he could remove my pants and he tossed them into the pile with my other clothes. One of his hands grabbed my cock, the heat of his palm searing my skin. He licked the precum off my body and with a brief glance at my face, began licking around the head of me cock, making sure to get every drop of juice from the dripping head. He laid my dick on his tongue, and with a gentle pull of his hand, squeezed more clear fluid from my tube and licked it back like a delicacy. He followed by engulfing my cock with his mouth and started sucking up and down the hard shaft. The workings of his mouth and tongue were driving me crazy and I soon pulled his head off my cock and pulled him to his feet. We stood slightly apart and I reached for the button holding his chinos closed. He stood silently, watching me pull down the zipper and begin to slide his pants and shorts down his strong, hairy thighs. His dick was pointing down one of the legs of his pants and when I first saw the wide base of it sticking out of his bush, I was stunned by the thickness of it. I started to kneel as I was removing his pants, and I was more than half way down his thighs before his cock sprang free and slapped him in the stomach. He helped me by kicking off his Topsiders and lifting his legs so I could get the pants all the way off. Tossing his pants aside, I settled to my knees and looked at the monster I had freed with a stunned look on my face. My dad's dick was huge and an involuntary shiver of fear slid through me. I wrapped one hand around the base, pulling it down towards the floor, but I wasn't able to touch my fingers on the other side. I wrapped my other hand around the still uncovered portion of his shaft and the dark, purple head remained in view, looking like a plum and shiny from the precum he was leaking. I kept one hand holding the base of it and ran my tongue over the shiny surface of the head, tasting his precum. I stretched my lips over it and sucked slowly down the shaft. I knew I wasn't going to be able to get his dick into my throat like I could with Jeremy's but I was going to give it a good try. I could take about half his cock in my mouth and tried a couple of times to get more but each time my gag reflex triggered and I had to pull back. I worked on the portion I could handle and swirled my tongue around the head, hoping I was giving him as much pleasure as he had given me. Dad pulled me off his dick and helped me to my feet, looking into my eyes the whole time. "I'm pretty big," he said and flashed me a sexy smile and a wink, "but maybe with a little practice, you can swallow the whole thing. I'd be more than happy to help you work on that any time you like." He let go of me and turned towards the bed, his big cock bouncing and swinging as he did. He grabbed the bedspread and blanket underneath and pulled them down to foot of the bed, laying bare the sheets and pillows. Dad clasped my hand and pulled me over to the bed, laying me down on my back, head on the pillow, and crawled over on top of me. He lay down on top of me, covering my body head to toe with his hairy frame, the warmth and weight of his body like a heavy blanket. Dad spread my legs with his knees and settled between them, returning his lips to mine in hungry passion. I was running my hands from his shoulders to his butt, feeling the unbroken expanse of hair and the clenching of his butt muscles as he ground his crotch into mine. The movement of his body was jacking our dicks, the hair on his stomach getting slick with both of our juices. He spread my legs a little further apart and moved his mouth to my right nipple. He gripped the nub between his teeth and slowly applied more pressure. The pain was delicious and when it grew to such intensity that my back began to arch, he released the nub and continued to lick the swollen flesh. He moved to the other nipple and did the same thing, this time causing my knees to bend and my legs began to rise on their own. He slid further down my body and took my aching cock back into his mouth. He sucked the length of it into the back of his throat and squeezed those muscles around the head. I put my hands behind my head and watched the handsome face of my dad licking and sucking the flesh of my cock and thoughts of disbelief flooded my mind. I couldn't believe this was happening and how incredible he was making me feel. After what seemed like a long time, but was really only a few minutes, he lifted his head from my cock, opened his eyes and looked at me. "If you'll let me, I want to fuck you," he said quietly, "I need to fuck you," his face looked pleadingly at mine. After a few moments of silence, he said again, "I need you, son. I need to fuck you. Can I," he paused, "Please?" I stroked the hair on his head with both hands and ran my fingers along his stubbly face, finally placing my thumb in his mouth, which sucked at it greedily. "I've never been fucked, dad. But I need to feel you, feel your dick deep inside me." He got up on his knees and placed his hands under my legs, pushing them back towards my head. "Put your arms around your legs and hold them back for me," he said. I did as he asked and he slipped his hands under my ass, lifting it up to his face and using his thumbs to spread my cheeks. I watched as his tongue thrust between his lips and moved into the channel of my ass. The stubble of his beard was tickling the tender skin along my crack but when his tongue touched my asshole, I forgot completely about that feeling. Electric shock ran through my body as he washed my hole and the surrounding area with his big, wet tongue. I could feel him building up more saliva and when he thought he had enough, he spread it around my quivering hole. Jeremy and I had never done anything like this and my head was swimming. Soon, he stiffened up his tongue and began to probe the opening like a stubby finger. The heat of his mouth and slickness of his spit relaxed my hole and his tongue was starting to slip through. He switched his hands so his fingers were between my ass cheeks and he spread them wider so he could get his mouth closer. His lips closed over my hole and his stiff tongue was plunging in and out of my hole like an anteater looking for food. My upper torso was thrashing around on the bed and, taking this as a sign of my ecstasy; he worked his tongue harder into my hole, wringing gasps of delight from my throat. He lowered my ass down to the bed and leaned over to the nightstand closest to the wall. He opened the drawer and pulled out a small, brown bottle with no label and a black top, which he set on the nightstand. Next came a tall bottle with a rounded top and he laid it on the bed next to his leg, followed by a white hand towel. Closing the drawer and sitting back on his legs, he pulled up the top of the tall bottle. He poured a large dollop of the clear liquid onto the underside of the fingers of his right hand. He dropped the bottle on the bed and, lifting my ass slightly, ran the fingers of his right hand along the crack of my ass. The cold liquid caused me to shiver and he said, "Don't worry, it'll get warm quickly. I promise." He massaged the slippery liquid around the outside of my hole and placed his index finger in the center. "I need to loosen you up so I can fuck you without doing any damage," he informed me and slowly inserted his fat finger into my hole. There was a slight discomfort as he breached my opening but it was gone in an instant. His finger continued to slide into my chute and when it was in to the knuckles of his hand, he began to slide it more quickly in and out. I could feel the ring of my ass gripping his finger as he moved it in and out. He was using a twisting motion at the same time, widening the circle and opening up my anal ring. He stopped for a second and placed another finger against my hole and slid them into my body. He continued this attention until he had all four fingers in my ass and the twisting rhythm of his hand, coupled with the in and out movement, was stretching my hole wider than I had ever thought possible. Satisfied that he had stretched my hole enough to fit his monster cock, he removed his fingers and left me wishing he hadn't stopped. He poured some more lubricant on his fingers and applied it to my ass, reaching inside and spreading it around the lips of my ass. He poured another glob onto his hand and spread it over the length of his dick, smearing it around the base to coat the hairs clinging around it. He poured one last glob into his hand and rubbed it onto the massive head of his cock, making sure to leave a thick layer covering its surface. Inching towards me on his knees, he leveraged my butt on his thighs and placed the head of his cock at my asshole. He inched a little closer; making sure the head of his cock was securely lodged on the outside of my hole. He used the towel to wipe off his hands and reached over to the nightstand and picked up the brown bottle. He twisted off the cap and laid it on the nightstand, covering the top of the bottle with his thumb. "These are poppers," he told me, "and they'll help loosen you up more. I want you to inhale some of this and when you start to rush, I'll slide the head of my dick inside you. Once I've done that, we'll wait until you get used to the stretch and then you'll do another hit so I can feed you the rest of my cock." He placed the mouth of the bottle under one nostril and closed off the other with his thumb. "Take a slow, deep breath, breathe it out and change nostrils. Hold the last breath for as long as you can," he instructed. I slowly pulled the cool, metallic, fumes from the bottle into my lungs, filling them completely and then slowly breathing out. Dad switched nostrils and I took another deep breath. As I was holding this one, my heart started to beat faster and incredible warmth filled my body, radiating from the core of my body to the outer edges. I could feel every nerve in my body and was aware of the feeling that my asshole was expanding. I closed my eyes with the feeling and as I was swimming in the sensation, I felt a pressure on my asshole, followed by a quick flash of pain. I gasped at the pain and the pressure on my hole stopped but I could still feel that it was stretched more than ever before. As the rush subsided, I opened my eyes and looked at Dad. He was looking at me with concern on this face and I said, "I'm all right. It feels like a log is stuck up my ass, but it doesn't hurt anymore. That stuff you had me inhale is amazing." "Do you want to keep going," he asked. "We can stop if you want to." "Oh no," I answered. "This is exactly what I want." "I can tell," he told me. "Your asshole is squeezing my cock like it doesn't want to let go. But I have to warn you that this might make me your daddy instead of just your dad." I didn't understand the meaning of what he had said, but I squeezed my asshole around his cock to tell him I wanted more. He put the bottle under my nose again and I inhaled more deeply than the last time. As I was exhaling the rush was already starting and filled my lungs again. Dad took a long draw on the bottle with one nostril and screwed the top back on, dropping it to the bed. As I was peaking on the drug, I felt the pressure again, this time a long, slow slide of his huge cock into my ass. When I came out of the rush, Dad's legs and balls were resting against my ass and I felt this amazing fullness down there. While pressed against me, he started a circular motion with his dick, widening my hole and churning the big tube around my guts. He lifted my legs and laid them on his hairy shoulders, holding them under the knees. I felt him pulling his dick slowly from my ass, out to the head and then slowly back in. He continued like this, slowly fucking me in and out, eyes closed, savoring the feelings my ass was giving his cock. When he opened his eyes after a few minutes of this slow fuck, he saw me smiling back at him, giving him the unspoken approval to fuck me as he wanted to. On his dick's next retreat from my ass, the head slide out while my asshole stayed open to it. Before it could close, he sank the entire length back into me, rubbing against something deep inside that sent flashes of pleasure through my body. "This is called long-dicking, and it's one of my favorite things," he told me. "I hope you like it, too." I didn't have to say a word, as the look of ecstasy must have told him everything he needed to know. Each time his cock left my asshole, I was left hoping like hell he was going to slide it back in, and each time he did I got lost in the incredible sensations his big dick was creating. Dad continued to long-dick me for a while and then sank the full length of his rod into my ass and held it there. He lifted me up a little more and pushed my legs further down so my ass was sticking up in the air. When he started to fuck me again, he increased the speed of his stroke. Each time he plunged into me, his balls would slap my ass and some part of his cock would hit that button deep inside. He worked up to a constant rhythm, pounding my ass a little harder every few minutes. His strokes were driving me crazy with lust and I could feel the cum in my balls start the upward climb towards release. He must have sensed I was close because he stopped, grinding his crotch against my asshole as if he were trying to get more of his body inside my hot channel. He picked up the poppers, took the top off and offered it to me. I took the bottle from him and took a deep hit through each nostril, handing it back to him. This time he took a long, slow breath with each nostril and put the top back on. He lifted my legs again and started fucking me, slowly at first, then speeding up as his rush took him over. He was pounding my hole, stabbing into me from different angles, and pushing me closer to the edge. Sweat was pouring from his face, and a look of animal lust changed him into the sexiest man I had ever seen. My nuts were boiling and even though I wasn't jacking my dick, I knew I was about to cum. The big dick fucking me was pushing the cum from my balls and the earthquake of my orgasm started. "Daddy, I'm cumming," I screamed, unable to hold it any longer. My first shot of cum flew over my shoulder and hit somewhere behind me. The next few spurts coated the hair on dad's chest and dripped onto mine. My asshole was squeezing the big dick filling my guts and the added pressure must have been the trigger for dad. He threw his head back, cried out, and slammed his cock one last time into my pulsing ass. I could feel his dick expand and the huge spurts of his cum were hitting the walls of my chute like soft bullets. Spasms shuddered through his body and as his shooting cock subsided, he started a slow fuck again. He was using my tightening ass to milk the remaining cum from his cock and even though I could feel it softening, that cock was still sending waves of pleasure throughout me. As his heavy breathing subsided, he pulled his cock out of my hungry ass. I suddenly felt very empty and my eyes filled with tears briefly. He lowered my legs, letting them lie flat on the bed, and covered my body with his again, lips touching mine and tongues swirling gently together. I caressed his back and butt, blowing cool air onto his forehead between kisses and moaning softly in his ear. My cum was smeared all over both of our chests and the smell filled my nose like a funky perfume. Soon, dad rolled onto his side next to me and used his free hand to position me with my back against his chest, and his arms hugging me close. He kissed the back of my neck until his breath slowed to a soft, easy rhythm and I let myself fall asleep, cradled in his big, hairy arms.

The second post is here. * * * I had awakened a couple of times during the night, conscious of the fact that dad and I never did make it to dinner to celebrate my birthday. The fierce pounding he had given my ass, coupled with the intense orgasm he had wrung from my body, was birthday present enough for me. Once I opened my eyes to find dad rolled away from me on the king size bed, so I moved over and put my arms around his hairy chest and curled up along his back, snuggling into his dark fur. What woke me this time was the feeling of a fat finger probing my asshole, twisting a little to get past the ring of muscle into the hot cavity beyond. I lay on my side, not daring to move, feeling his finger twist a little inside me and scooping some of his cum from last night out of my ass. He spread the cum around my hole, lubricating it and making it easier for him to dig in and get a little more. I had a pretty good idea of what dad was planning and it didn't take too long before he proved me right. I soon felt the broad head of his cock against my hole, and a slight pressure as he lodged it there. Dad reached an arm around me, placing his hand firmly on my crotch, just above my stiffening dick. With pressure from his hand and from behind, he sank the entire length of his long, thick cock through my already stretched ass ring and into my well-fucked chute. There was a quick flash of pain that went away immediately, and I was wide-awake as I felt him filling me with hot dick. Still lying on our sides, dad started fucking me slowly. The alternating fullness and emptiness of my ass chute was working the same magic on my body as the night before. I twisted my head up to watch that huge cock as it worked its way in and out of my ass. Dad bent over and placed his lips on mine; pressing his tongue into my mouth and then sucking mine back into his. We kissed as long as the awkward position would allow and then he pulled his head back. He shoved the whole length of his dick into my ass and rolled the both of us over until he was lying on top of my back, my face pressed into the pillow. He pushed his body up to the full extension of his arms above me and spread my legs with his. This made his dick sink even deeper into my ass and I felt the head lodge itself further up inside me. I lifted my ass and tried to get more dick inside me, but his pubes were already rubbing my sensitive hole and there was nothing more to take. Dad started fucking me with long, slow strokes and I could see his face, eyes closed and a smile of bliss crossed his lips. As his fucking got more intense, I pushed my ass up to meet his downward stroke, and clenched my hole as his monster cock pulled out. He must have enjoyed my participation because moans of pleasure escaped him, and I was jacking my dick against the sheets. After a couple of minutes, his breath started to hiss from between his teeth and suddenly he plunged one last time into my chute, a cry of agony filling the bedroom. His dick continued a series of short, stabbing movements, as though he was trying to get both his cock and his balls inside my hot ass. Soon, his body relaxed against mine and I felt his softening rod slowly pulled from the depths of my bowels. Dad sat back on his legs and lifted me up, turning me around and laying me back against the headboard. My dick had leaked a flood of juice onto the sheets and it felt sticky and slick under my butt. He took my cock into his hot mouth and began to suck like it was the last one he'd ever see. The swirling of his tongue on my sensitive cock head and the warmth of his mouth was pulling the cum up from my balls. It didn't take long before I was arching my back and feeling the first waves of orgasm hit me. My dick started shooting ropes of cum into the back of his throat and dad was swallowing it in loud gulps. As the final spasms subsided from my dick, he let it slide from his lips and looked into my face, an expression of supreme satisfaction lighting his eyes. He covered my lips with his and as our tongues met, I could taste traces of my cum which still coated his tongue. We kissed for a little while, as I ran my hands over his hairy shoulders and tweaked his nipples occasionally. When our mouths parted, he sat back and crossed his legs in front of himself, hands at his side to steady his body. "Nothing I like better first thing in the morning," he said, "than a hot ass to fuck and a mouth full of tangy cum. Best way I know to start your day." I could only smile back at him at this point, my whole body drained, wondering if I was going to be able to move at all later. Dad's face suddenly got the question mark look as he was looking at me, and he asked, "Jake, tell me how you figured out you were gay. I want to hear what happened and what you've been doing about it since then." I pulled up my legs and crossed them in front of myself. We sat on the bed, holding hands and looking at each other's face as I told him about my experiences to date. My best friend is named Jeremy, and we became buddies during my first year at this school. Jeremy lives a couple of blocks away from dad and I, and we like to spend time together kicking around after school and weekends. Jeremy is the same height and weight as I, but he's blond with green eyes and has a wicked sense of humor. We've gotten into a lot of trouble over the years for laughing and telling jokes at the wrong time, but there isn't anything we wouldn't do for each other. Jeremy is a natural athlete and gets a lot of the kudos for his performance on the football and baseball teams. The two of us are always cutting up in the locker room after gym class or practice, snapping towels at each other and the other guys, or pulling gags on some of the younger guys. It was after the disastrous football playoff game that our friendship took an entirely different turn. It was down to the last two top-rated schools for the championship and we lost to Garfield by a measly two points. Nobody on the team was in any mood to celebrate, but Bobby Trent's parents were out of town and he was having one of his famous keggers at his house. By the time we got there after showering, some of the kids were already smashed and acting really goofy. Jeremy and I got a couple of glasses of beer and wandered around the party, commiserating with our teammates and trying to answer the question of what happened during the game. Neither of us had a steady girlfriend, although we had been dating a couple of the cheering squad for a few months, we didn't have any dates for this party. Jeremy and I had polished off a couple more beers when Bobby Trent laid a joint on us. "Pretty good stuff, " Bobby said, "my brother brought it back from college in Berkeley and it's guaranteed to do the trick." We went out back of the house to the cabana by the pool and found a spare bedroom unoccupied. We sat down side-by-side on the bed, lit the joint and each took a big toke, holding the sweet smoke in our lungs until our faces started to turn red. I felt that first rush build up behind my eyes, thinking they'd turned beet red already, and took the joint from Jeremy for another hit. We smoked about half the joint and put the roach in an ashtray on the nightstand. We both sat there looking at the wall opposite where we were sitting, feeling the marijuana numb our brains, hands, and feet. "Jesus," exhaled Jeremy, "that shit is strong." All I could do nod in agreement, being at a complete loss for words. I felt this wave of a rush flood through my body and, putting my hands behind my head, slumped slowly backward onto the bed. Jeremy followed suit and the two of us lay there, staring at the ceiling and listening to the noise from the party, which now seemed to be coming through a tunnel. After laying there for what seemed like hours but was really only about fifteen minutes, Jeremy propped himself up on an elbow and lay there looking at me. From the corner of my eye, I could see him watching me as a little smile crept onto his face. Jeremy moved his free hand to the side of my face and turned it to look in his direction. At the same time, he leaned over and placed his lips against mine, pressing hard and pushing his tongue between his lips, and into my mouth. After a brief hesitation, my reflexes slowed by the pot and shock, I pulled away and propped myself up on an elbow. "What was that," I asked a little angrily, my mouth dry with cottonmouth. "I've wanted to do that for years," Jeremy said, his green eyes sparkling a little despite the glaze from the pot. "I've been wanting to kiss you for a long time, but never had the nerve before," he confessed. He lay there looking into my eyes, his hand still touching the side of my face, a finger drawing a line along the curve of my jaw. "You are so handsome and sexy, and I just couldn't stop myself from trying to see if you might feel the same about me," he sighed in a low, breathy voice. Jeremy's face began to inch toward mine again, his lips parted in anticipation, his eyes questioning mine. I don't really know why, but I moved my head in his direction and met his lips with mine. Jeremy began to kiss me urgently, his tongue pressing into my mouth and flicking across the curve of my lips. The warmth of his tongue began to fill my mouth and I returned his advance with my own tongue, searching the hot wetness of his mouth. We took turns sucking each other's tongue into our mouths, feeling the warmth spread down our bodies and settle into our crotches. My dick started to swell and push against my under shorts. I put my hand behind his ass and pulled his body against mine, feeling the hardness of his dick against mine. "This shouldn't feel so good," I thought, but I didn't want to stop as Jeremy began to moan into my mouth and move his tongue more urgently in and out of it. After a couple of minutes of hot, wet kissing, Jeremy rolled on top of me and pinned my arms back against the bed, continuing his probing of my mouth with his burning tongue. He lifted himself up and let go of my arms long enough to pull my tee shirt out of my pants and up over my head. He tossed the shirt on the floor and returned his mouth to mine with a renewed energy. Soon, he was licking my neck under the side of my chin, pressing his tongue into my flesh and sucking lightly on my neck. His hands began to caress my arms and move slowly to my armpits, while his dick ground against mine. Jeremy continued his licking and sucking until his mouth located my left nipple. He ran his tongue wetly around the tender flesh of my tit and nipped the fleshy nub lightly with his teeth. Shocks of pleasure shot through my body and each little bite on my nipple caused my cock to pulse in agreement. The first moan escaped my throat as he moved to the other nipple and began giving it the same treatment. His hand slid down between our bodies and stopped on top of my dick, beginning a slow, up and down rubbing on the outside of my jeans. My lengthening dick was pushing my cock head through the waistband of my shorts, the first drop of precum widening the slit as it sought escape from my engorged tube. Jeremy continued the assault on each nipple, alternating his attention from one to the other, the nibbling getting a little harder each time. Soon, his teeth started to chew a little harder on each nub, causing my back to arch upward and pressing my cock into his crotch in ever increasing waves of pleasure. Jeremy stopped chewing on my nipples long enough to cross the room to lock the bedroom door and remove his own shirt. When he returned to the bed, he laid back down on me, gave me a wicked little smile and a wink, before starting his assault on my mouth and tits again. My hands left my sides and began stroking his back, pulling him tightly against me. As we kissed, I ran my hands through his hair and held his head, trying to pull his tongue to the back of my throat with my mouth. His moans and mine were gathering in intensity as he continued working on my tits, and then he slowly pulled himself off me again, that wicked smile getting wider on his beautiful face. He looked down at my crotch and moved his hands to the top button of my jeans. In one swift motion, he pulled open the fly of my 501's, exposing my underwear with my thick dick poking its head out the waistband. A pool of precum had formed on my stomach and as he started to pull my jeans and shorts down my thighs, a glistening thread appeared between my cock head and the puddle on my stomach. Jeremy pushed my jeans and shorts down to my boots and kneeled on the floor in front of me. He looked at me with that beautiful smile and I took each of his nipples between my fingers and thumbs and gave them a gentle squeeze. His head lolled back as I applied more pressure to his nubs and his eyes closed while his mouth opened in pure pleasure. After a few seconds, his lust filled gaze returned to mine and then he bent his head down to my raging hard-on. His tongue flicked out of his mouth and lapped at the growing jewel of precum at the slit of my cock. He licked the drop of precum like a kid might lick an ice cream cone, and he followed the glistening thread of it to my stomach, where he licked the puddle, leaving a wide, wet smear along the line of hair from my navel to my crotch. Jeremy moved his head back from my stomach and encircled the head of my cock with his hot, moist mouth. The breath froze in my chest as an incredible heat from his mouth surrounded my dick and his tongue began to swirl around the sensitive head. His mouth began a gentle suction and I could feel the precum that filled my tube being pulled onto his hot tongue. The feeling coming from my dick, along with the buzz from the beer and pot, was filling my head and I could sense a heat building in my balls that I'd never felt before. Jeremy used one of his hands to hold the base of my cock, as his mouth and tongue swirled lower and lower on my pulsing rod. Soon, he used his hand to cup my balls and pull them gently lower, causing my dick to bend towards the floor. The angle of my dick allowed him to suck more of it into his mouth and I felt the head of my dick enter the back of his throat. Soon his lips were all the way down to my pubes and the head of my dick was being massaged by the walls of his throat. He began to pull his head back, sucking my dick and swirling his tongue until he reached the bulb of my cock head, and then starting back down again. He continued to move his mouth up and down my cock, getting into a rhythm that sent waves of ecstasy through my flesh. His one hand continued to massage my balls while his other hand gripped a nipple and worked on the tender nub. He timed it so the pressure on my nipple coincided with the pressure on my cock head as it entered his throat, and I started to feel the fluids in my nuts move against the squeezing of his hand towards the outside of my body. My breath started coming in ragged gasps and I knew I was going to cum soon. Jeremy must have known I was close because my balls were pulling up and he began making encouraging moans, which only added to the sensations coming from my cock. As much as I wanted this feeling to go on forever, I was powerless to stop the need to cum. My cock head expanded and the first spasm started at the base of my brain and ended with the spurt of cum shooting through my dick into the hot mouth at the other end. With each spurt of cum, my cock head became more and more sensitive, but Jeremy didn't stop the sucking and swirling of his tongue as my nuts emptied themselves into his mouth. He was swallowing as quickly as possible, but some of my cum escaped from the corners of his mouth and ran down my shaft. My dick was so sensitive now that I couldn't take it anymore and I pulled his head off my cock. Jeremy didn't want to stop and kept trying to engulf my dick again and lick all the cum from the shaft. I was gasping and panting, and thought the top of my head was going to blow out through the roof of the bedroom, but he slowed the attack on my cock and started gently licking my balls and the underside of my dick, milking some dribbles of cum onto his tongue and licking his lips in appreciation. I was almost bent in half, watching him lavish attention on my cock and balls when he suddenly pushed me back onto the bed. He quickly pulled his jeans and shorts off and threw them onto the floor. He crawled over me, placing one knee on either side of my waist and sat down on my softening dick. Jeremy grabbed his long, thick cock with his right hand and began to pump it up and down, steadying himself with a hand on my chest. I reached up and grabbed both his nipples in my fingers and squeezed in time with his pumping. His cock was leaking so much precum that the whole length was shiny and slick and made his jacking hand blur with the motion. A few seconds later, his body tensed, a long gasp escaped his throat, and ropes of thick cum flew from the slit in his cock head. One of the strands hit me on the chin and I wiped it into my mouth to taste it. It was salty and sweet at the same time and I knew I would want to taste, and feel, his whole load sometime. The rest of his cum flew all over my chest, matting the hair in clumps and leaving little hot spots that began cooling quickly. Jeremy's hand stopped moving and little shivers coursed through his body. He bent over slowly; eyes still closed and moved his mouth to mine, giving me warm, little kisses, and moving gently over my face, his butterfly lips briefly touching mine. After a few minutes of lying exhausted on the bed, Jeremy got up and went into the adjoining bathroom. I heard the water running in the sink and he came back with a warm, damp washcloth. He sponged the cum on my chest with the cloth and used it to wipe both dicks. He returned to the bathroom to rinse out the washcloth and when he came back, he picked up his clothes and started to get dressed. I threw my clothes on and before we unlocked the bedroom door, we stood hugging and kissing each other for a few more minutes. Jeremy thought it best to leave the party at this point and we were both silent during the ride back to my house. As we sat in front of my house, my head was filled with all kinds of thoughts and emotions. I finally broke the silence by saying, "Jeremy, what happened tonight was just a result of the booze and pot, right?" Even as I said it, I knew that wasn't the reason, but he answered, "Yeah, that's right. Just the booze and pot, and your sexy smile." He was smiling at me and if we hadn't been sitting in my driveway, I would have kissed him again. "I'll see you at school on Monday," I said, and got out of the car, heading for my front door. But that wasn't the last time. Once we'd crossed that line, Jeremy and I found lots of excuses to spend more time exploring each other's bodies and sucking each other's dicks. I told dad about the time we stayed late at school, playing basketball and then sucking each other off in the shower afterwards. Hardly a week had gone by since that first night that we didn't play around two or three times a week, each time trying new tricks to increase the pleasure we were giving each other. When I finished telling my dad about Jeremy and me, the effect it had on him was very evident. His huge dick was hard as a rock and pointing up out of his lap, oozing juice that ran down the thick vein along the back. I reached over and smeared the precum over the head of his cock, watching his eyes close with the feeling. I leaned over and took the purple head in my mouth and started sucking my way down the shaft. I cupped his balls in my hand and kneaded the organs inside his hairy sack. This time, I was able to get more of his dick into my throat, each time forcing a little more of it beyond my gag point. As my lips got closer to the base and I felt more of it swelling my throat, I was able to fight my gag reflex and started to really get a rhythm going, fucking my own mouth on my dad's cock. Dad shifted around so he was lying on the bed and pulled my dick over to his face. I lay on my side facing his dick and resumed sucking it. As he was licking and sucking my dick, I attacked his monster with a vengeance. With my mouth and throat at this angle, his cock was easier to swallow and before I knew, my nose was pressed into his ball sack. We continued like this for a few minutes, the room filled with the sounds of slurping and sucking, until he pulled off my dick and eased my head away from his crotch. Dad rolled onto his back and reached over to the nightstand for the poppers. "Squat over me and sit down on my dick," he said. I positioned the head of his cock at my asshole and got it lodged there, waiting to enter my hot tunnel. He handed me the poppers and I took two deep breaths and handed it back to him. As the rush roared through my body, I sat down hard on his cock and ground my asshole against his pubes. While the buzz still had control over me, I rose up to the top of his dick and rode it back down, over and over. The feeling of this man's cock filling me completely was all I needed. "Fuck my ass, Daddy, fuck it good," I moaned. My lust took over and I began to fuck myself harder by bouncing up and down on that thick dick, feeling it stretch my hole and punch deep inside. Dad put his hands under my ass to help with my efforts, his thick biceps bulging with strain. I continued to fuck myself on his dick and then he stopped me, forcing his cock deep into my ass. He rolled the two of over until I was on my back, his cock still seated deeply. He pulled my legs onto his hairy shoulders, resuming the fucking I needed so badly, his balls slapping against my butt and his huge cock stirring my guts. Every thrust of his powerful dick was punching that button inside my chute and I knew it wasn't going to be long before I was shooting another load. I grabbed my dick and started jacking it in time to dad's thrusts, the liquid in my balls churning for the surface. Dad was still fucking me like a man possessed when my orgasm hit me. Cum flew everywhere from my jacking dick and a strangled cry tore from my throat, one I could barely hear above the slapping of his body and mine. As my dick stopped shooting cum, dad quit fucking me and pulled his dick out of my ass. He dropped my legs and grabbed his cock, jacking it furiously. With a beastly growl, he threw back his head and cum started flying from his cock head. Thick strands of cum shot across my chest and dribbled down his hand. Huge shudders tore through his body and his hand kept jacking, milking every drop of cum from his balls. Seconds later, he collapsed on top of me, smearing the cum on both of us, his chest barely able to contain his pounding heart. After lying together for several minutes, dad propped himself up on an elbow and said, "Son, I'd like to show you many different aspects of gay life, if you'll let me." "Oh dad, that would be great," I replied. He looked at me with a dirty leer and smiled. "And there's lots of gorgeous men out there who would love a chance to play with you," he continued. "I've already been planning a few things that I think you'll really enjoy." Dad suddenly got that look you get when you've forgotten something and jumped out of bed, running over to his dresser. He grabbed something off the top and threw it over to me. My hand flew up and caught it in midair. It was a set of keys and as I looked at them, not knowing what to say, he said, "In all the excitement of the last 18 hours, I forgot to give you your birthday present. It's down in the garage and I hope you like it." "I'm sure I will," I said, grinning from ear to ear.

Hi guys, I just joined this week. I'm a new sub/pup in Rochester and just coming out as a sub/cumdump. I'm currently training with DadP until September then will be looking for a Master/Owner of my own and looking to move out of the area. Very kinky with no limits right now, I'm crazy about older Dominant guys, raunchy is really cool also bondage, piss, sweat, cbt, chastity, sm, being whored out and more. Completely trainable. HMU at 315 892 1561 or wickr nickbttm. Can only play locally until September. Kisses Nick

… when you do it right

My BF and I are both Poz and on meds as fucking raw is the only way.

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A True Story It was 3:00 AM on a Saturday morning and I found myself buzzing with a mixture of beer, poppers and the two fresh loads inside my well used cunt, all courtesy of Grindr. A butt plug was keeping the loads secure in my ass as I looked for a third load when I received a text from a cute student some 400 meters distant. "Hey man you looking for fun?" the student asked. "Sure. I've already had some but just so horny tonight." "Ah, fuck, sweet. I'm a bit drunk and need cock," the guy added. "Lol, me too. You top or bottom?" I asked, cutting to the chase. He was no less direct in responding "Both, but really want to get fucked." "I've had two cocks cum in me. I'm versatile though and rock hard." "Sweet, you wanna fuck me?" My next text broached the next level: "Love to, although I have to tell you I’m a bareback cum slut. Not into rubber." There was a pause of almost thirty seconds before he responded "That's cool. I don't like rubber either but I do like cum." "Good to hear. I got a butt plug holding in two loads." The kid was apparently quite a perv as he responded "Nice. I could lick those out and we could share." Fuck, the kid was making me horny. But he hadn't asked me my status, which left in the air whether or not I should bring it up. I decided to string him along. "So, you wanna come over?" Another pause ensued before he responded "Yeah. Are you clean?" Now I paused, deciding to answer him literally. "Yeah, always clean." "No, I mean HIV." Of course I knew what he meant, so I bent the truth to keep him on my hook, answering "Don't know right now. Had test, waiting for result." Actually, my reply was, in some degree, true. I had been to my doctor that day, and he drew blood. What I had omitted was to acknowledge I was HIV positive and that although was usually undetectable, I had been off meds intentionally for over a month. so I suspected I was quite toxic at that moment. After a much longer pause he responded simply "Okay." “Still want me to fuck you?" I asked. "Yeah." “Sweet.” Giving him my address, I was ready when, 30 minutes later, there was a knock at the door of my flat. He was even better looking in the flesh and although clearly drunk, he was still a bit nervous so, wearing only boxers which barely contained my hard-on, I welcomed him, leading him into the lounge. I’ve already got some hot bareback porn on and I offer him a beer and sit right next to him on the sofa. He takes a few swigs and I place a hand on his crotch and feel a rock hard and pretty offensive piece of meat there. He turns and we’re snogging in a heartbeat, tongues deep in each other’s mouths, he tastes like beer and cigarettes. He finds my nipples and tweaks them before slowly moving down to my cock. “Fuck you’re sexy” He slurs. “You too, lets get you out of these clothes” He starts to undress and I slip off my boxers and out springs 8” uncut of precum dripping cock. He smiles when he sees it and me likewise when I get a load of his tight, athletic body and fat dick. He dropped between my legs and I forced his face down onto my shaft which he quickly devoured, taking almost all of it down his throat in one go. He was a great cock sucker and treated me to a long, slow, blow job. He also found the butt plug so I shifted my position, all the better for him to release the juices from my cunt. Gently he eased it out and I forced his head towards my dripping pussy. “Lick it out and share with me” I commanded He hesitated at first, as clearly saying it on Grindr was easier than being faced with the reality of doing it but bless him, he went down and I lifted my legs to allow him to lap up the sploodge I pushed out for him. He rimmed me good and licked it all out, coming back up, we embraced in a felched charged snowball. I could taste cum and shit which was so erotic but I was amazed my young fuck slut was so happy and eager. He wanked my cock and his own as we kissed. I eventually pushed him back down and shifted him round on the rug. Parting his beautifully pert bum cheeks and finding a perfectly shaved hole. I was down on his exposed cunt with my tongue, rimming him deep and long. He moaned in delight as my expertly dexterous tongue and finger work aroused him to exquisite heights. “mmmm fuck me”, he eventually groaned through gritted teeth. I didn’t need asking twice and poking my cock at his lovely cunt I pushed in and carried on without stopping until I was fully inside his hole. He breathed out deeply and bucked a bit but took it all in one go like a trouper. I started fucking him slowly but soon got up a head of steam, power fucking his beautiful body. We were both grunting and moaning loudly as I pumped his hole. I only paused to sniff on my poppers which I handed to him and waited as he took deep, long sniffs. I knew I had a way to go before I’d shoot so I used him in a few positions, but wanted to be fucking him missionary, staring into those pretty eyes as I came inside his negative cunt; infecting him with my toxic load. We fucked for ages and were pretty sweaty as I finally felt my orgasm brewing. I flipped him on his back and lifted his legs up, pushing back into him and continuing my onslaught. We were now staring into each others eyes. I love a guy who won’t break eye contact and he didn’t. I kissed him between strokes and as I got close he could sense it. “You’re poz aren’t you?” he whispered as we broke the last kiss. Fuck I thought, what the hell, “Yeah” I replied and didn’t stop. He didn’t make any move to stop me either. “You want my poz load?” I asked starting to peak and staring into his sole. He didn’t hesitate, he didn’t break eye contact, “Yeah, poz me” and with that I grinned down and came hard and loud. I continued to pump my load into his hole and he wrapped his legs round me to force me deeper inside him. “Fuck, fuck” he kept whispering in my ear. I grinned. Maybe the reality was hitting him but it felt good to poz this bitch. Eventually I collapsed onto him. Our hot bodies entwined and once again I found myself staring into his beautifully young face. “Fuck man, what did we do?” he moaned. “You just took a toxic load” I replied reaching down to feel my cum between his ass cheeks. I withdrew my hand which had some cum on my fingers and showed him. He stared at my fingers then started licking them clean. Our night didn’t end there. He stayed until the morning and I fucked three more loads into him during the night and before he left. I didn’t even know his name. 3am, eight weeks later and I’m on Grindr and up pops a familiar looking student: “Hey. It’s me from a few weeks ago” “Oh yeah hi. How are you?” “Toxic”………..

i would not do that. BUT, having it done to me would be GREAT.

With this type of thing the fuck is just an opportunity to get off (for some people). For others, it is a fetish. I happen to like the idea of a man fucking me any time his balls need draining, even if that means when I'm unconscious. I say if my ass is exposed, even if I'm asleep, it's open season on my hole. Go for it! Of course, I'm thinking in terms of being at a bathhouse or a party or sex party, where it is assumed that you are probably there for sex. If you're just entering someone's bedroom or apartment while they are asleep, then yeah, it's a different matter entirely.

As I say on my BBRT profile... a good attitude counts for a lot more importance than youth, abs or inches.

Once worked with an ex-marine. In conversation mentioned I'm gay and prefer to bottom, he was always flipping me his dick to suck or taking my ass. He considered himself straight. Found it funny--and convenient--when he began introducing me to other ex-marines that wanted to get off. A couple said "you probably aren't interested in me 'cause I only fuck with condoms". I'd tell them I didn't have a problem then they'd always fuck me raw or end up raw. Don't know what they were thinking. A few times he'd invite himself over to hangout--meaning we'd drink and watch TV. A couple times his phone would go off, he'd mention to whoever was on the line he's hanging with a buddy and ask me if his friend could join us. Usually he already bred me. He'd always tell them that he fucked me already, that I didn't care and I just take it--think it was his way to introduce me. Sometimes they'd look surprised or want to feel my ass to see if wet, then he'd breed me too in front of my friend. Usually wasn't attracted to his friends but take their loads. My FB always loved to fuck again talking about how he liked seeing me get fucked by his buddies that I didn't know and keep loads in my ass. It was a strange friendship, he was a nice guy and fun to be with. A lot of fun taking his dick and getting pimped by him too.

Part 2 My Son layed there on the dirty couch, breathing deep, in shock from his daddy raping his little cunt, piss and cum leaking out and down his balls. "Get in the bathroom and drain yourself!" I commanded, kicking him off the couch. He scrambled off the couch and down the tall to the toilet, wiping off his tear stained cheeks. "AND NO CRYING! Jesus Christ, I'm not going to tolerate your sissy emo shit!" I hollard after him. "And hurry your ass back in here! Daddy's not through busting your pussy yet!" He moved quickly from the bathroom back to the couch and sat down, cowering a bit. It was good he was afraid of me. It would be easier to control him. I handed him a fresh pipe and lit it, watching him inhale the thick white smoke. This time I hit it as well, passing it back and forth between us. When it was gone, I took the baggie and put some crytals on the back of my hand and snorted them, enjoying the burn in the back of my throat. Standing up to turn on the camera, I pushed him back on the couch. "Show me your pussy boy!" I instructed my new whore. He obediently grabbed his ankles, showing me the still red and oozing hole. I enjoyed seeing my son spreading for daddy. Taking the baggie I licked my fingers and stuck it in, coating it with powder, and rammed my fingers in his red gash. He moaned as his hole started to burn, the need to be fucked taking over his being. I finger fucked him, making sure to rub his anal ring, grinding the crystals into his tissue. His hole started sucking my finger as he started to spin more. I moved between his thighs, throwing his ankles over my shoulders. Looking down, I stared into eyes that looked just like mine and said, "Tell daddy what you want. Tell daddy you want his cock in your pussy. Beg me to fuck you." "Please daddy," he panted, breathing shallow, "please fuck me. Please give me your cock." I rammed my cock into his cunt while I slapped his face hard, eliciting a loud wail from him. "Take it bitch! Take Daddy's fuck!" I yelled while I slapped him over and over. Fresh tears streamed down his face as I beat him. His pain only turned me on more. I grabbed his ankles and pushed all my weight down on him, burying my cock as deep as I could. Fresh redness covered my cock as I plunged it in and out of his gripping hole. That too just spurred me on more, and I rode him as hard as I could while I spit on his face. " Tell me son!" I demanded, "Tell me what you want! Tell me what you are! Tell me who owns your cunt!" "You do Daddy!" He blurted out. "I do what?" "You own my cunt Daddy! Oh God! Fuck me Daddy! FUCK ME!" "What are you son?" "I'm your whore, Daddy." "Louder!" "I'm Your Whore Daddy!" "LOUDER!" I demanded, slapping him and spitting in his face. "I'M YOUR WHORE DADDY! I'M YOUR WHORE! Oh God, FUCK ME!!!" Fuck him I did! Mercilessly for at least 30 minutes, never letting up, pounding his boycunt as hard as I could. Finally I blew a second load in his cunt bellowing "Take it whore! Take your Daddy's cum again! This is what you were made for! To take real mens seed deep in you!" I collapsed on him, our sweating bodies breathing deep and hard. I lay there on top of him, my mind spinning, knowing I had claimed him as my property. I pulled out my son and stood up, spitting on him one last time. "Go get in the shower slut. We have to go see my dealer and your going to earn me some more T." I watched him stumble down the hallway, cum and blood running down his thighs. I just laughed knowing what he was in for shortly.

Chapter 2 "Hello?" Paul answered curtly, annoyed that someone was calling his private line less than 6 hours into a 3-day weekend, also happening to be the exact moment he chose to start jerking off. "Hi, I mean hello, sir, um, is this Paul, excuse me, is this Mr. Bishop?" The nervous teen voice at the other end of the call confirmed Paul's suspicion that one of the students was finally using the number they'd be given to invite him to some stupid high school bash or ask for an autograph. "Who's asking?" Paul responded, trying to sound less upset than he was. "This is Daniel Jacobs, sir. I am extremely sorry to call you this late," the boy sounded mortified, which melted Paul's anger a little, especially since the 'late' call was coming at only 9 pm. "but I am fu- um, in trouble Mr. Bishop. I was at the gym this afternoon and my locker was broken into, and my backpack with my laptop was stolen, and it had all of my finished footage from my project on it. Plus, I had just come straight from the editing lab at school, so all my back up disks and equipment were in it too. My teammates are freaking out, and I, well, I don't know what to do..." Paul felt awful when he heard the quiver in the boy's voice that made it sound like he might break into tears. Thinking back, his voice made it seem that he may have ben crying before the call too, which immediately made Paul ashamed for the rude way he'd answered the call. "ok, Daniel, right?" Paul asked in his softest, most calming voice. "Yes sir." Daniel sniffed. "First, calm down and take a deep breath. can you do that for me?" Paul waited until he heard the boy do as he asked. "Good, now don't panic, remember that I have copies of everything you've finished as of mid-week this week, so all you've lost is the stuff you hadn't edited yet... you did turn in your assigned deadline work this week, didn't you?" Paul remembered that a few of the groups had been lazy about turning in stuff on time since Mr. Carson had left town, and he wondered if this boy was playing him somehow, creating a fake robbery to get an extension on the final deadline, when he or his teammates hadn't been doing the work required. "Yeah, we did Mr. Bishop, you even screened some for the class the next day cause you liked our opening sequence so much, remember?" Daniel pointed out. Paul remembered the film now, and was positive the boy was on the level, since the film was one of the best in the school, and showed an immense amount of work by the team members. All he wondered was why he couldn't remember a boy named Daniel on the team, since he had taken some extra time for them that week. "That was your film? Of course I remember it, you've all done an amazing job putting it together, I'm embarrassed to say I can't recall you being on the team Daniel." Paul admitted, hoping the boy wouldn't be more hurt than he already was. "Oh sorry sir, that's my bad, the guys call me Dingo, so does Mr. Carson." Daniel, aka Dingo, said, and suddenly it dawned on Paul who the boy on the phone was. Paul had noticed Dingo from day one and often imagined it was his ass taking Paul's raw monster cock when he was jerking off. Dingo was taller than every other student participating in the project, standing almost 6' 10" tall, but was blessed not to have awkward bone structure or off-putting facial features as a lot of giant guys do. His perfectly formed bubble butt was always wrapped in baggy bball shorts, creating many opportunities for Paul to enjoy the view of it. The sight was enhanced with strong lanky muscles, smooth pale white skin, light blonde hair, crystal blue eyes and a smile to die for. He was captain of the basketball team, nicknamed due to his miraculous vertical jump shot, and had turned down multiple full ride offers from some serious ball schools in order to pursue his dream of attending USC film school to become a director. Dingo was one of the shunning stars in the magnet program and Paul knew he had to do whatever he could to make sure the boy got his wish. "does that ring a bell Mr. Bishop?" "No one can forget you man, sorry if I was short when you answered, you caught me during.... something. Anyway, don't panic because I keep all the stuff you turn in and can easily get a copy to you this weekend Daniel, sorry, Dingo." Paul's cock was still fished out and began to harden again, imagining how grateful Daniel would be, not to mention his team, which consisted of two other young hot guys, and two somewhat attractive girls. "I like when you call me Daniel sir, it seems more professional, like it will on my films." Daniel's voice was calmer now, and his tone suggested he was relieved. "Man you stopped me from having a heart attack, or being murdered by my group. I just wish I had sent a copy to my cloud when I finished it tonight, so we didn't have to re-film the last scene and edit it all over again." "it's lucky you're ahead of schedule, I can get a copy of what I have tomorrow, and you'll have a week to finish up." Paul was stroking softly to Daniel's male team members' butts and faces floating in his mind. "I couldn't possibly put you out any more sir. I feel terrible asking you as it is, but I’d feel much worse knowing you cancelled your weekend plans to save my butt,” Daniel protested making Paul smile, and stroke harder when he mentioned his butt. “I appreciate the consideration, but based on the rest of your work, I am guessing you will use every possible second to get the ending exactly right. Besides, the only plans you’d be interrupting would be reading some screenplays my agent is sending me, since my girlfriend cancelled her visit this weekend.” Paul lied to reinforce the lie he’d fed the students on the first day about how his girlfriend would be flying out to see him on the weekends, which meant he wouldn’t have time to come to their parties or meet them for work sessions. This allowed him to gracefully decline invitations and subtly concrete the idea that he was straight as an arrow. “Are you sure you’re not just being nice? Because I could really use the extra time, since we’re all going nuts trying to find replacement equipment and schedule the actors and everything.” Daniel was giving in, and Paul was starting to precum. “I’m happy to help out anyway possible. In fact, I’ll bring over my camera and computer for you to use over the three day weekend. Then, on Tuesday, you’ll be able to finish using the school’s editing lab.” Paul said while trying to cover the growing excitement in his voice. “You gotta be the nicest movie star in the whole world Mr. Bishop,” Daniel gushed. “My crew will be on their knees tomorrow when you arrive.” That image almost made Paul explode. “What?” “We’ll get on our knees and kiss your feet or build you a shrine or something. We’ll do anything you want to make up for this, Mr. Bishop, anything!” Daniel promised. The idea of the teen boys on their knees offering anything Paul wanted was too much and made Paul cum, covering his sculpted chest, even hitting him on the chin and lips. Paul had to let the phone drop to the couch cushion at this side and bite his lip so the boy didn’t hear him groan as he came. When the orgasm subsided, Paul whipped the phone to his ear. “…there Mr. Bishop? Hello?” “I’m here Daniel, sorry, just dropped the phone for a moment. Why don’t you text me when and where you’ll be filming tomorrow and I’ll stop by with everything I have, okay?” Paul said, disguising his heavy breathing as best he could. “I will sir, Thank you so much, and have a good night.” Daniel hung up, and Paul let himself breathe normally again. After he’d cleaned up the cum running over his firm pecs and pooling between his abs, he opened his briefcase and pulled out the materials the students had turned in that week, and popped in the dvd of Daniel’s group. Watching it now, after his conversation cause him to notice much more about the boy’s bodies and performances. The film was about a family who invite a foreign exchange student into their home, never suspecting the boy is manipulating them with lies and misunderstandings, causing their secrets and insecurities to come out. He begins by getting each member of the family to confide in him, and then exposing their secrets to the others so they are all angry and untrusting of everyone but their foreign guest. He then works to corrupts the brother and sister, which the mother questions until he ‘accidentally’ leaves out his diary, explaining his deep commitment to his religion and his promise to save himself till marriage. With the father, he shows interest in his job and all the activities he loves, which the kids can’t stand, finding out the dad was once a compulsive gambler. With the parents thoroughly fooled, he bullies their teen son to sneak out to parties and clubs, making sure the parents discover and blame the son and not him. He even tries to take the blame, but they believe he is only trying to cover for the boy, which makes them even more confident that he is perfect. Meanwhile he seduces their daughter and convinces her to make love. Paul had stopped watching at this point before, since it was one of two dozen films he needed to watch, but continued now and couldn’t believe what he witnessed. In the next few scenes, the boy manages to get the mother to act on her desire for their next door neighbor, sets up the father to take up gambling again, and gets the daughter to invite over a friend for a threesome. The final scene they had edited features the son fighting with the student for getting him in trouble, but forgiving him when the foreign boy tells him he is sorry and cries over possibly losing the only friend he has in the world. When the son goes to comfort him, they end up kissing, which got Paul had as a rock once more, since the boys in the film were the two friends of Daniel’s. Before the action got good, the screen went dark, causing Paul to dive for his bag again, digging through it for a copy of the script they submitted. Skimming until he got to the shot of the boys kissing, he read on to the next scene, in which the foreign exchange student is being dropped at the airport. As he hugs each of them goodbye, he turns back and hands the Father a film he’s made of his trip. When they get home the family watches in horror as the film goes from innocent shots of scenery and touristy places, to hidden camera views of each family member engaging in salacious acts. The daughter in the threesome, the father losing $12,000 at seedy bar, the mother beginning to undress with the neighbor before the lights go out, and the son drinking, smoking pot and finally sleeping with the student. A voice over comes in, with the foreign boy explaining his film’s purpose: to show the seedy side of middle-class America, calling it “Waking from the American Dream.” When the film-within-the-film ends, it reveals a college professor watching it in his office, while the foreign boy sits across from him, interviewing for entry to a film school. The professor puts the foreign boy on the wait list, obviously upsetting him for a second, before he composes himself, thanks the professor and leaves. The professor is then seen packing up and leaving for the night, driving home and going inside, where this filming switches to a shot from outside his window. Once he kisses his wife, the professor sneaks into a desk drawer and takes a swig from a bottle. The voice over begins again “Subject hides a drinking habit from wife and faculty, corroding their relationship and impairing his ability to do his job. Our goul? To expose his deceit, dissolve his marriage, disqualify his tenure, and ensure his replacement with someone who recognizes and admits brilliant applicants. Watch his destruction in ‘Waking the American Dream, part two.’ Paul loved the rest of the script and couldn’t wait to see Daniel and his friends complete the last few scenes. He made up his mind as he drove to their film site the next morning that he’d stick around for a while and watch them get to it. When he arrived, he was happy to see they were all set up to film the scene with the family watching the film. Daniel ran out of the house with his two male teammates, who played the foreign exchange student and the son, to help carry in the equipment Paul brought, even though it all fit in one box. “Thanks again, Mr. Bishop, you’re saving our lives. By the way, these are my co-producers and two of the actors in the movie, Steve and Justin.” Paul shook their hands and let them carry in the box containing the camera, tripod and laptop. “Nice to meet you guys, and call me Paul, it feels like I’m someone’s dad when you call me Mr. Bishop.” The boys all laughed, a little more than was necessary, obviously excited to be getting some private attention from someone they thought of as famous. Justin and Steve went inside and started to set up, while Daniel and I followed and went over their schedule for the day. “We just have the one scene to film here at Steve’s house which should only take an hour or so, then we’re headed to Justin’s dad’s work which we set up last night to look like the airport in one of the hallways. Then we’ll shoot in his office, which we tried to make look like a professor’s office, before we head to my parents’ mountain house to shoot the final scene and do some reshoots around the Jacuzzi to look like a party, since we lost all the stuff we shot at the real party two weeks ago. If absolutely necessary we can finish up any reshoots or ADR on Sunday and have all day Monday to edit so we can just do the opening and closing credits on the machines at school.” Daniel was totally focused as he explained the plan, almost eliciting a chuckle from Paul if he didn’t think it would have made Daniel crazy wondering what he was doing wrong. In truth, Daniel’s attitude and vision reminded Paul of some of the directors he’d worked with back in LA. The humorous part was comparing the memories of those short, balding, hairy men, to this muscular Nordic demigod. Inside, Paul met the two girls on the team, who played the daughter and her friend, as well as being in charge of the sound and lighting. There were also two boys from the basketball team who volunteered to help by holding the boom, and operating the camera, and the actors who played the father and mother, who turned out to be Steve’s actual dad, and his Aunt who taught acting at the university an hour away. It was too bad that she didn’t have the class of the students from school, as she spent every second they weren’t filming trying to convince Paul to take a look at her reel or come speak with her class. Finally, as much as he enjoyed watching Daniel film, Paul couldn’t take any more of the woman’s incessant jabbering, and snuck out in the middle of a scene. From his rented car, Paul texted Daniel how great it looked, and to call if he needed any more help, before heading back to his rented house and spending a couple hours looking at the films from start to finish. Once he’d managed to get that done, he started feeling bored and, unable to read the screenplays from his agent, since they were on the laptop he’d left with the crew, he wandered the house looking for something to do. Finally he ended up doing laundry and drinking a cape cod made from some smooth vodka he’d been sent as a thank you from a car company for whom he’d recorded some voice over tracks for their commercials. He was about to make a second when his phone rang. “Mr. Bishop? It’s Dingo, sir.” Daniel said, sounding almost as panicked as he had the night before. “I told you to call me Paul, Daniel. What’s the problem?” Paul said, anticipating something terrible had befallen his laptop or camera. “It’s our schedule Paul, one of the actors had to run out of town for the holiday and didn’t call to tell us until about 10 minutes ago.” Daniel’s speech was getting faster as he went on. “We have sent out texts and calls to all the guys who could play him, even called a few women thinking we could make him a girl, but everyone who we can find has already been in the movie as somebody.” “Which part is it?” Paul said, wondering who they could possibly need to film that could be either sex. “A professor who interviews Bashir, our main character,” Daniel explained, “in a pivotal scene which shows the audience the point of Bashir’s behavior. He also has a few more shots in the” “I read the script,” Paul cut him off. “The Professor is crucial to your plot, can’t one of your parents play him?” “You read it? Really? What did you think?” Daniel suddenly switched gears, totally awed that Paul had taken the time to read the script. “Yes, really, and it was very well put together, but stay focused Daniel, what about a parent?” Paul smiled as he said this, enjoying the boy’s idolatry of him, but trying to stay on task. “Right, parents, no. All of our parents have been in it as teachers and neighbors and waiters and stuff and they all have little lines. We tried calling Mr. Carson, but he told us he won’t be back from visiting his Mom till Monday night or Tuesday. The guy who was playing it was a friend of my Aunt’s from her Improv troupe, but he only did it cause we were gonna pay him $100 for the afternoon of filming.” “$100 for a student film? This guy was ripping you off!” Paul got angry about the sleazy improve guy, but also over reacted a little since he had hoped Dick would be back before then so they could spend a day screwing. “Tell you what, gimme 30 minutes and I’ll provide a person to fill the role, ok?” “Thank you, thank you, thank you Mr. Bish-, I mean Paul,” Daniel answered sounding like a kid hearing he gets to go to Disney world. “Just tell whoever it is to bring a suit coat and button up shirt if he can and we’ll provide everything he needs.” “Will do,” Paul smirked, forming a plan. “No guarantees on his acting abilities though.” “No problem, any one will do,” Daniel responded, obviously splitting his focus between the call and the film crew so they’d be ready. “We can edit his scene to no lines if we have to. See you soon.” Paul pulled into the parking lot of the office 25 minutes later. He walked in, carrying a garment bag over one shoulder, running the lines in his head after memorizing them on the fly. He got off the elevator at the 9th floor as the text directed him to, and saw the high schoolers bustling around an open office door just down the hall. “Where do you want me?” Paul startled them with his question. “Anywhere you want to watch, Paul,” Daniel said, crossing to shake his hand again. “Where is the guy?” “You’re looking at him,” Paul responded, watching as each of their faces turned from shocked to ecstatic. “No shit?!?!” Justin shouted out, pushing past Daniel to Paul. “Justin!” One of the girls screamed. “Don’t say shit in front of Paul Bishop!” Paul laughed and told him not to worry about it, asking where he should get changed. Daniel directed him down the hall, giving his teammates a dirty look before showing Paul a private washroom where he could change and put on makeup. “Sorry, they’ve been super stressed since we found out all the work we have to re-do.” Daniel continued talking, sitting on an arm chair in the bathroom, showing no plans to give Paul any privacy while he got ready. “It is a huge relief knowing you’ll be doing the final scene for us Paul. If the others had known I bet they’d have stuck around to help.” “I noticed it was down to the five of you on the team, what happened to the volunteers basketball guys and Steve’s dad and Aunt?” Paul asked nonchalantly, while stripping off his shirt and shoes. “They were tired of waiting around,” Daniel turned his eyes down to avoid glaring at Paul, but occasionally snuck peeks at Paul’s tight physique. “so we figured we could finish things here and at the Professor’s house, since the scenes only feature two people, and I sent them home,” “Smart move,” Paul paused to talk just as he’d finished sliding the shirt over his bare shoulders, before unbuckling and pushing down his jeans, leaving him in white designer briefs. “You want to tell me how we will be shooting the scene?” “What? Oh yeah, sure.” The high school boy’s eye were no longer discreet as they worked over Paul’s buff legs, full package and up his cut abs. He reviewed the shooting plan, including which angles would be shot and with what lenses and angles, while Paul finally pulled on some slacks, buttoned and tucked in his light green oxford, and pulled on his grey silk suit coat. At that point, Daniel got one of the girls to come in and do Paul’s makeup(which turned into Paul giving her a lesson in proper application), while Justin ran the lines. Two hours and a dozen takes later, they’d shot the scene from 5 angles, some close up, some two-fers, and even some impressive shots from above and out the window. Overall, they all felt they’d learned a lot from Paul’s expertise, and Paul was impressed with their creativity and willingness to learn. They completed with some random footage of Paul locking up the office and going to his car (which was actually a very nice Jag owned by one of the girl’s grandfathers). From there they drove the jag onto a trailer attached to the back of Steve’s Father’s truck, which had a tripod secured in the bed to film the car’s drive to the ’professor’s house.’ Paul was amazed they had thought of something so elaborate, and was really wowed when they explained that they’d simultaneously be filming from a cell cam in a following car for the creepy footage. They drove about 45 minutes to the house, getting plenty of footage, while Paul “drove” the jag with Daniel hidden in the backseat, communicating by cell with the other two vehicles. He felt bad that the 6’10” guy had to spend the 25 minutes bent in half, but didn’t mind once he adjusted the rear view to see Daniel’s ass. At the house, they pulled the Jag off the trailer, did two shots of Paul pulling it into the drive. The final shots were all done with the cell cam, to reinforce the idea they were shot by “Bashir,” and involved nothing more than one long continuous shot of Paul walking in the house, kissing one of the girls (who wore a wig), waiting for her to leave the room, pulling out a bottle, taking a swig, pouring some into a can of coke, and sitting on the couch and drinking. Paul liked this kind of filming since it let him sit and drink over and over, especially when he found out the bottle was a real bottle of Johnny Walker Black. When they finished, and the girls ran out the door to make it back to town to meet some friends, Paul was feeling the liquor enough to make him give each one a huge hug before they left. Daniel asked Paul to watch the footage they’d shot, while he, Steve and Justin went out and took apart the set up in the truck before it got too dark. Everything he saw impressed him, some of it so much, that he pointed out specific shots to the boys when they got back in. When he finished discussing it with them, he realized it had been almost 80 minutes since they’d shot the final scene. Paul, slowly sobering, knew the boys still needed to film some of the party scenes, so he decided to get out of their hair, until he realized his street clothes, cell phone, and wallet were locked in his car, 45 away at the office building. As they set up for the party, he pointed out his situation and asked to borrow a phone to call a cab. “Oh crap Paul,” Daniel said, stepping in to apologize. “I totally forgot you didn’t drive here. Give me one second to tell the guys where to set up, and I’ll drive you back myself.” “Don’t stop working to do that,” Paul stopped him. “You guys are so close to being done, just finish the filming and I’ll catch a cab.” “A cab would take at least half an hour to get here,” Steve interjected, setting up some lights on the deck by the Jacuzzi. “and it will cost a fortune to drive you back to the office.” “Yeah, plus Rick is on his way with the party supplies,” Justin added, tossing empty solo cups into the Jacuzzi and around the deck. “He’d be happy to drive you back into town.” “Rick?” Paul asked, turning to Daniel, worried about having a strange guy acting as his chauffer, leading any number of outcomes, from benign annoying celebrity worship to crazy stalker kidnapping. “Steve’s brother who’s in town from college for the long weekend,” Daniel explained while setting up the tripod. “He has some stuff he is dropping off here for us, and agreed to stay here tonight and tomorrow night so we can stay and work without our parents around to interrupt. If you’d rather not catch a ride from some guy you’ve never met, you can take my truck and Rick can drive me down tomorrow to pick it up.” “I think I’ll wait to meet Rick,” Paul said, leaning in to Daniel. “But I might take you up on that if he’s nuts.” They laughed and Paul shed his jacked and went to the powder room to wash off his makeup. When he re-emerged, the guys were filming a party scene which looked pathetic since only Steve and Justin were in the shot. Paul stepped in, insisting Daniel join them, and then using lots of trick angles and close ups to make it look like more people. After a few short bits, Paul sniffed a cup that one of the guys had been drinking from, and recognized the smell of the Johnny Walker. “You guys really drinking?” Paul asked, stopping the boys in their tracks. They all began stuttering a response when Paul laughed. “It’s cool guys, just be careful and don’t ever tell anyone I was here when you did, okay?” The guys agreed, and they filmed a few more takes of “bashir” forcing “the son” to take shots or encouraging him to smoke some weed. They paused when the doorbell rang and Daniel went inside to show Rick to the back deck. “…traffic getting’ up her was murder Dingo,” Rick sauntered out in front of Daniel. “Took me a fuckin’ hour and 15 to get here bro. You guys start the party without me?” He laughed and turned to meet Paul’s gaze, which made his eyes grow HUGE. “Holy shit, you’re…you’re…fuck! You’re that dude from that show man!” Rick grabbed Paul’s hand and pulled him in for a bro hug, not letting go. “Fuckin’ a, these shitheads told me they had a famous teacher but you’re for real!” “Thanks man,” Paul said as he pushed Rick off, as nicely as he could. “Steve says you’re his brother Rick, right?” “Yeah man, shit!” Rick continued freakin out a little, before turning to his brother and the other two guys. “You didn’t tell me you invited Hollywood elite, or I’d have brought more shit!.” “His name is Paul Bishop, Rick,” Daniel said, trying to get Rick to calm down. “He’s been helping us finish this one thing then he’s gonna head back to town in my truck.” “Aw seriously Dingo?” Rick looked crestfallen. “You gotta stay for some a drink and smoke, Mr. Bishop.” He pulled his backpack off and brought out a pipe already loaded with weed. The boys all looked horrified, which made Paul laugh since he had no intention of stopping their fun on a holiday weekend. “I’m so sorry Paul,” Daniel quickly pushed past Rick while Steve stepped up to take the pipe and stuff it back in Rick’s bag. “No big deal guys,” Paul smiled. “In fact I would be down to smoke some before I go.” “See he’s cool,” Rick said, pulling the pipe back out and lighting it up. He took a huge hit and coughed as it came out. In a show of good faith, with one eye on the camera to be sure it was off, Paul took the pipe from him and took a hit himself, controlling it so no coughing occurred. “Gangsta!” Rick proclaimed, slapping Paul’s hand and bumping his fist while Paul passed the pipe to the others. “Lets get in the fuckin cuzzi and finish this bowl.” With that, he ditched his coat, and cap revealing a closely trimmed head of honey colored hair, around his handsome very defined bone structure. Off came the shirt, showing his ripped, though skinny chest, covered in a well groomed layer of hair, and a tattoo across his right arm of some cheesy barb wire design. Suddenly he tore down his board shorts, leaving him in some grey cotton boxer briefs, which Paul purposefully didn’t check out while Rick hopped in the water. “We still have to film some more drinking and smoking shots,” Daniel objected, when Justin and Steven began to follow suit. “Let’s film it in the Jacuzzi,” Justin shot back, stripping off his button down short sleeved shirt and undershirt to reveal a trim but undefined chest with a dusting of dark black hair leading from his belly button to his waistband. His skin was somewhere between olive and brown, leaving Paul to guess that he was of Mediterranean descent. His black slacks came down revealing dark green boxers and hairy legs. “It makes more sense that way when there are less people in the shot.” “Plus it’s fucking hot out here,” Steve argued as his polo came up over his head full of curls the same color as his brother’s. His chest was slightly thicker than rick’s but he was also defined and covered in hair, but it was less groomed and more wild, with some curl across his upper chest. His khakis hit the deck, providing a clear view of his white boxer-briefs. “You want to join us, Paul?” Daniel’s eyes turned to look at Paul, and Paul tried to gauge whether they were asking for permission to do it or permission to stop it. Unable to decide, Paul began unbuttoning his shirt and toeing off his black loafers. Daniel sighed and pulled off his ball cap, before peeling away his polo, then his white wifebeater. Paul pretended to be looking at the buttons on his shirt while check out Daniel’s tall, slim, smooth buff body. Most guys that tall are so skinny it looks painful, but Daniel obviously worked like made to have thick arms and pecs. They were still developing, but Daniel was not ashamed of them. Paul decided to be brave, and shucked his slacks, showing off his perfectly fitted white briefs, before stepping into the hot tub. All eyes fell on Daniel who loosened the belt on his jeans, sliding them down his slim but manly hairless legs. He was wearing some basketball shorts, with a slight waistband of some sort of undies peeking out above them, but he got in wearing both, to Paul’s disappointment. They passed the pipe and drank beer and whiskey while Rick admired and commented on how ripped and toned Paul was, which led to Paul describing his workout routine to them. After the second bowl was finished and they’d filmed plenty of shots of each of them drinking and smoking, Paul hopped out to put the camera far enough away to keep it from getting wet. “Damn Paul, what do you do to get your ass like that bro,” Rick said, digging through his bag for something. “Cause that shit is as round as any bitch I’ve ever seen.” The guys all laughed, and Paul hopped back in, ignoring the question. Without provocation or permission, Justin reached over and ran his hand down Paul’s abs, telling them all they had to try it. Paul was surprised when Daniel was next, letting his hand go from the nipple down to the waist of the white briefs. “That’s television abs, but feel the real deal,” Daniel flexed his stomach, and Paul and the others all took their turn. Somehow they ended up each feeling everyone else from tit to treasure trail, before Rick finally focused, reached back in his bag and pulled out a funny looking pipe and a baggie Paul figured must have been coke. “Who’s down to kick this shit up a notch,” Rick said, smiling and shaking the baggie. “You game tv star? Or too chicken shit?” “Not chicken shit, but not into coke bro,” Paul responded, “but I won’t judge if anyone else wants to.” “It’s not coke, tv.” Rick pointed to the pipe, “this is crystal. But whatever, more for me and my bros. Who wants to get spun with me?” The guys all looked at him silently. “Make up your minds,” Rick stood and stepped out of the tub, revealing the outline of a semi hard lump snaking down his right thigh to a thick head in his wet, darker undies. “but I’m loading this over on the deck lounges if anyone is up for it.” As he walked over, Paul turned to the boys expecting them to stay put. He was unprepared for Daniel to shout “wait up,” and go to follow. The other two rose to join, and Paul gave in. He was grateful for all the booze and pot, because his dick would have been hard as a rock otherwise. As it turns out, he had nothing to hide, since Justin’s boxer’s tented impressively and Steve’s white boxer briefs became see through, showing his almost fully hard 7 inch cut duck tucked across his right thigh. Daniel’s short effectively obscured anything going on his groin, but Paul figured he was probably in a similar predicament as his two hs buds. When they sat around an unlit firepit, Daniel flipped the switch, turning it on, and then pulled the extension cord on the lights they’d used to light the filming, leaving them with only some inside lights bleeding through the glass doors and the fire light. Steve sat next to Rick on the porch swing, with Justin on a lounge chair next to them, so Paul took a seat next to Daniel on the other lounge he’d turned sideways so they could both face the fire. Daniel seemed even bigger when they were almost naked and sitting in low light, making Paul feel as though he couldn’t speak without leaning all the way into the center over the pit for the others to hear and see him. Rick had poured a good size pile of little crystals into the clear glass in his hand, and lit it before inhaling, waiting for the rocks to melt. When he finally had them smoking, he inhaled long and deep, and told Steve to open his mouth, kissing his brother and shotgunning the smoke into his lungs. “Jesus,” Justin said shouting but at half the volume. “Nice tongue action, fags.” “Fuck you lesbo,” Steve said, punching Justin’s bicep. His voice also low, as if dimming the lights lowered the volume as well. “It saves smoke, haven’t you ever shot gunned before?” Justin shook his head, so Steve lit the pipe and motioned for Justin to do the same thing he’d done. Their shotgun had much less contact, proving Rick and Steve had more experience doing it and didn’t mind sharing a little spit if it meant a bigger hit. Justin took a hit, which Steve had to light for him, and coughed before he could turn to either Steve or Daniel with a shotgun, blowing out stiff clouds of white smoke. He handed Daniel the pipe, and Daniel hit it like a pro, no need to have Rick or Steve show him how. He didn’t offer to shotgun Justin or Paul, instead blowing a steady white stream straight across the fire to Steve’s place on the swing. He handed Paul the pipe, who handed it to Rick without taking a hit. “Come on Paul,” Daniel said, breaking the smoke silence. “Let us get you high. It’s the least we can do after all the ways you saved our asses today.” “Thanks but you gotta remember how many people watch me like a hawk,” Paul put up his hands as Rick tried to pass it back to him. “If you guys try this shit, you only have to hide it from your parents. If I try it, I have to hide it from the world.” “No one here is gonna tell anyone,” Daniel said, grabing the pipe from Rick and taking the lighter to the round end. “We could all lose our futures at college, not to mention go to jail, if we did. Just do it tonight.” Before Paul could refuse again, Daniel put the stem to Paul’s lips and told him to inhale. As if he was a dog, he did it without thought, inhaling until his lungs were so full he thought he’d burst, when Daniel moved the pipe away and told him to exhale, placing his full pink lips just a hair from Paul’s. Paul shot gunned into Daniel’s mouth, desperate to follow the smoke with his tongue, but holding back instead to pull back and watch as Daniel repeated the exhale with a load as big as the one he’d taken first hand. “Fucking epic man,” Rick added, taking a huge hit and then turning and shot-gunning it into Paul’s mouth, but making full contact with their lips. After that they kept the circle going, sometimes shot-gunning, sometimes not. Paul lost track of how many hits he took, and began aching for the pipe to be back in his mouth. They decided to return to the hot tub after Rick loaded the pipe for the third time. When they stood to walk over, Daniel, Steve and Justin started a tweaker conversation about the film, but Rick grabbed Paul and held him back to keep smoking. They took some hits and Paul asked Rick what got him into Crystal. “Tina is the preferred name,” Rick said, lighting another rock in the bowl. “I started about a year ago after I joined this frat at school. Some of the guys sold it on the side to make some dough, so I tried it out. That’s how I ended up fucking around with dudes too.” Paul coughed. “*coughcough* you *cough*…you’re gay?” “Nah bro,” Rick said taking another hit. “I just fuck around with guys sometimes when I get spun. Gay dudes get the best shit. Steve knows I suck dick sometimes or cornhole the occasional fag to get some good shit. I had to ride this huge ass cock last week to get my hands on this stuff, but my bro doesn’t know I’ve done that, ok man?” Paul Nodded, and took another big hit, shot gunning with Rick, and letting Rick kiss him a little after. “He also don’t know I let his drama teacher, Mr. Carson, use my holes sometimes. That dude fucks like it’s his job, and gets the best shit I’ve ever smoked.” Rick was openly stroking his cock through his wet boxer-briefs when he wasn’t smoking, and Paul could feel his own hard cock expanding inside his white briefs. He couldn’t tell if he was hardening from watching the 20-yr-old next to him or because his regular fuck buddy was a perverted tweaking top who traded drugs for straight ass. “Damn Rick, aren’t you freaked someone will find out?” Paul said pulling back from a shotgun that had gone from smoke to making out. “Sometimes, so I always make sure the dudes I play with have as much to lose or more than I do. Plus I’ve gotten used to taking big cocks when I party, and I am not sure I wanna give it up. Speaking of which, once the jailbait goes inside to edit their film, I’d trade my left nut to have your big ass dick in my hole in the Jacuzzi.” Paul jumped a little as Rick began stroking his cock through his white briefs. It took no time at all for Paul to double check they couldn’t be seen from the hot tub, before he returned the favor, reaching into the grey boxer brief pouch to stroke Rick’s 7 cut inches. Rick moaned softly, reaching his other hand around and under the waistband to grope Paul’s cheeks, with the rare swipe of a finger in between to tease his hole. Paul grunted each time the finger made contact, and Rick smiled, working Paul’s briefs down below his stiff, dripping hard 8 inches, and under his bubble butt. Paul returned the favor and moved both hands around to finger Rick in earnest. Rick let Paul slide his finger all the way in, but took the hint to only tease the outer ring when he tried to reciprocate and Paul’s cheeks squeezed shut. So on they went before Paul went for another hit and Rick pulled his hands away and reached to the bag of tina on the swing. “You wanna get really high and fuck like nothing you’ve ever tried,” Rick whispered, opening the baggie and fishing out two larger crystals. “Just slide this up your ass and wait for it to melt. It’s called a booty bump.” Paul watched with anticipation as Rick returned his finger to Paul’s rear, this time pushing the shard of tina past the sphincter and deep inside on the first shove. Paul whimpered, but willed himself to stay put. Rick handed him a shard of equal size and Paul repeated the action, only getting a moan of pleasure from Rick. Once they were sure the crystals were in place they went back to stroking one another and smoking the bowls. After about five more minutes, Paul forgot to stroke the dick and instead began rubbing Rick’s chest and ass between hits. This led to the two of them sinking back onto the swing and feeling each other all over and making out. They started to get in position for Rick to lay back and get fucked, when they heard a splash of people getting out of the water, and hurried to get their underwear back on all the way before Steve rounded the corner. “Stop boring Paul with stories of your glory days in the high school musicals,” Steve told his brother. “and come share the goods with the group.” Rick and Paul got up to head back, and Paul was pleasantly surprised to find his cock had gone soft, as had Rick’s. He remarked on it and Rick told him Tina sometimes did that, but not to worry, it would get hard later when it needed to. They went back to the Jacuzzi and hopped in, Rick loading a new bowl and passing it around. He also provided a bottle of ghb that each of them took a small amount of. For a while they just sat in the hot tub and chatted about the film before somebody questioned why Daniel didn’t just play the professor, since he hadn’t acted in the film at all. “You know Dingo can’t be on screen man,” Steve said after a big hit. “We don’t have a wide-angle lens.” This got laughter from Justin and Rick, and a confused look from Paul. “You know why he’s called Dingo, right tv star?” Rick said, shot gunning with Paul, before Paul shook his head yes. “Not the bullshit basketball reason, but the real reason?” “It’s cause he’s got a Dingo in his shorts and that thing will drag you in and devour you whole if you get it angry!” Steve interrupted, and He, Justin and Rick all erupted in even louder laughs, which Paul couldn’t help but join in on. Daniel was even chuckling. “You gotta see it Paul,” Justin said, “go on and whip it out for Paul, Dingo.” “Nah man, no one wants to see that shit,” Daniel scoffed and splashed Justin. “I do,” Rick volunteered. “I’ve been hearing about this shit for years and you never prove it. I bet he’s got an apple dick, you know, big dick, no stem.” This got a laugh from all of us, which didn’t last long. “Oh yeah bitch?” Daniel stood up and pulled down his shorts revealing a pair of Joe boxer bikini briefs with a bulge running half way down his extra long thigh. “Meet the dingo!’ With that, he pulled the side of the bikini’s away and out sprung a good nine inch uncut pink cock, that even soft was as thick as a can of soup. The entire group went quiet, while Daniel smiled, lifted it up, smacked Rick across the cheek and lips, tucked it back in and sat down. The laughter that followed made each of the almost hyperventilate, and when they’d calmed down, it was decided they’d better go inside. Rick stopped Paul again, and they each took another, bigger slug off the bottle of g before following the teens. Once they were out of the pool, Daniel tossed towels to each of them and directed Steve, Rick and Justin to use the downstairs showers while he showed Paul to the master bath and used the other upstairs shower himself. Paul was incredibly frustrated that he wasn’t going to get to use Rick’s hole yet, but he consoled himself by stripping nude and climbing into the hot steam shower, sitting down on the stone bench, and jerking himself to hardness, while working a finger in his tight ass. Frustratingly, he found his dick didn’t want to get all the way hard, his head was spinning from the ghb and his butt was hungry for more than just his finger. Hoping out of the shower, Paul toweled off and swerved into the attached Master bedroom, going through drawers and closets before discovering a black dildo about 8 inches long and pretty wide. He ran back to the bathroom, poured oil over it and moved onto the bed. Stroking his stiffening cock, he lowered his hole over the wide dick but couldn’t get his hole to open enough to take it. He cursed slightly, imagining Dick Carson named below him and tried again, still with no luck. He added more oil, and tried a third time, just as Daniel burst in with a pair of shorts for Paul to wear. The shock caused Paul to lose his balance and fall, impaling himself on the first four inches of cock, causing him to scream. Daniel began to apologize, but instead of leaving, he turned around, locked the bedroom door and walked over to wear Paul had fallen back on the bed and was groaning. “I prayed for your ass Mr. Bishop.” Daniel said before grabbing Paul’s legs and folding them back over his torso till his knees hit the bedspread next to his ears. “AAAAhhhh, dammit Daniel, that hurt, what are you doing?” Paul whimpered, trying to move away but with no leverage to go anywhere. “I’m gonna help get this thing out, so don’t move sir.” Daniel put his body over Paul’s holding his legs back, freeing his hands to take the oil from next to them on the bed, and reach down to start pulling out the big black dildo. Paul started to scream again so Daniel covered his mouth with his own, forcing his lips to meet and meld with Paul’s. “There now it’s almost…OUT!” The head popped out and for a moment Paul floated between consciousness and passing out. When his senses returned he looked down to the space between his legs and Daniel’s impossibly long torso to view the same monstrous cock he’d seen in the hot tub, now four inches longer, red as the devil and pulsing with each heart beat. “Oh God,” Paul cried, sure that he would die if Daniel fucked him with that beast. “You can’t do this to me Daniel. You’ll kill me. Please I’m not gay and I’ve never been fucked.” “Mr. Bishop, right now I don’t care.” Daniel moved his crotch forward until the dick head smeared the oil against the hole. “I’ve never been inside anyone before. Not a mouth, not a pussy, nothing. So tonight you’re taking all of me, and I’m sorry. Try to relax, they say it makes it easier.” The next thing Paul felt was the thick cock of a high school boy as the head worked past his sphincter and inched up and up until it reached the second barrier. With a grunt and a thrust, Daniel pushed past that one too, causing Paul to pass out. That relaxed his hole just a little more allowing Daniel to continue until almost all of daniel’s cock was inside Paul’s butt. Just as he felt his big balls and light layer of blonde pubes rub against Paul’s ass, someone knocked on the door. “Hey Paul, you in there man?” Rick called from the hallway. “He’s still in the bathroom Rick,” Daniel called out. “We’re just discussing the film. How about going down to the family room and turning on some music or something till we are ready to join you dudes?” “Sounds good man,” Rick said, heading to the stairs. Daniel looked down to see Paul coming to below him, making his anal cavity start to twitch and tighten. Paul opened his eyes just as the loud music began to float up to them on the bed. “I’m really sorry, Mr. Bishop.” Daniel repeated one last time before slowly removing his cock all the way except for the head and then pushing it back in. At first it was as if Paul was being pulled apart and pushed into a tiny ball at the same time, pain overloading his nerves until he could no longer struggle. Once he gave in, he began experiencing something like the start of an orgasm, but not just in his cock, but everywhere in his groin and ass. Two minutes and some faster thrusts and the orgasm was building. Two more minutes and Paul was throwing his head back as ass-gasm after ass-gasm racked his toned, perfect form. It took less than ten minutes before Daniel lost all control, made half a dozen powerful fucks and realized what was happening. “Sorry Mr. Bishop, but I can’t hold it, I gotta shoot. I gotta shoot. I’m…I’M…FUCK!” The cum rocketed so hard out of Daniel’s dick that, combined with the pulsing of his shaft against Paul’s prostate, and the teen abs rubbing his dick, Paul had a real orgasm and sprayed them both, all over. It seemed to take hours and be done in seconds at the same time, but neither pulled apart when it was finished. They kissed and Daniel released Paul’s hands, which let Paul feeling the body above his. He was still spinning from the tina and G, but managed one coherent word. “More.” Paul whispered before grasping Daniel’s butt cheeks and pulling his hips against him. Daniel obliged, taking 15 minutes the second time, and enjoying the extra lube his first load offered him. Paul was overwhelmed and passed out when Daniel had orgasm number two. So Daniel pulled a blanket over Paul’s well-used, chiseled body, shining from pools of cum in the dim light from the bathroom. Daniel got off the bed, put on his shorts and went downstairs to join his pals. When Paul awoke in the dark room, he felt the tongue pressing against his hole, and happily discovered it had retightened. He wanted to reach for Daniel and pull him back up to fuck him some more, but something had his hands pinned. He moved against the restraints, realizing they were hands. “Shit, he’s waking up,” Rick whispered from behind his head. “If you wanna lose that cherry bro, you better put it in now.” Paul panicked as Steven popped into the beam of light provided by the bathroom, and winced as he felt the boy ram in all seven thick cut inches at once. His hole may have had some lube from Daniel’s cum, and was stretched by it as well, but it was still new to this experience and fought and grasped the dick at each opportunity. He felt something burning along the dick, and realized it burned the same way when he’d had a booty bump before on the deck. Steven didn’t use any of the gentle thrusts Daniel had used, instead he was full throttle from the start. It only took five minutes before he added his load to Paul’s ass, but it felt like an eternity to Paul who was now much more aware and knew that his mouth was stuffed full of something to keep him quiet. Steven sweat and huffed and he pulled away, replaced by Justin almost before Paul could take a breath. Just had a shorter dick, around 6 inches, also cut, but it was as thick as Daniel’s. He power fucked Paul just as Steven did, but he’d go all the way in and out each time, making Paul scream into his gag everytime the thick brown head of his dick slammed back into the asshole. Luckily Justin was the fastest yet, breeding Paul after three minutes. When he finished, he slapped Paul and laughed. Paul had very little fight left, which worked out well for Rick. Rick had his brother come hold Paul’s hands while he used his 7 and a half inch cut cock to make love to Paul’s hole. Paul began to enjoy the fuck so much that his cock got hard again. “Get your mouth on his dick little bro,” Rick ordered, grabbing his brother’s curls and forcing his head down to Paul’s cock. “Ew, no way Ricky,” Steve fought and pulled as much as he could while his brother held him by his hair. “that shit if for faggots.” “You want me to show Mom and Dad the pictures of you getting sucked by that boy from your film class? Then you suck his dick and swallow his cum.” Rick’s blackmail did the trick, and Paul’s cock grew in the boy’s mouth. Some thrusts from behind and a little tongue and Paul began shooting down the boy’s throat. Rick followed right behind him, pumping load four into Paul before collapsing on his brother’s head and making his bro lick his cock clean. They argued about something as they left the room, Justin snickering and following after our into the dim hallway. A sound came from the opposite corner and Paul focused enough to lift his head. He could just make out a form in a chair, holding something with a blinking red light. As the form stood up, Paul could see it had to be Daniel based on the height and frame. As Daniel stepped into the light from the bathroom, the thing in his hand was revealed as a camera. “Sorry to do this, but it is my insurance that you won’t tell anyone what we did once you leave.” Daniel explained as he set the camera on the dresser by the bed. “I didn’t mean to force myself on you like that, but I to have that ass, you understand?” “You can’t keep that tape, you have to destroy it,” Paul sat up, and felt woozy still. They must have given him more ghb as well as the booty bumps. “I can’t Paul. It’s my insurance.” Daniel lit the pipe and put it to Paul’s lips. As upset as he was, he was desperate for the high like before, so he took a giant hit, and didn’t fight Daniel as he kissed him and sucked down the smoke too. “Not just insurance that you won’t tell, but insurance that I will get to do it again.” Paul heard the last part too late, as Daniel pushed him back, turned him onto his stomach and pinned his hands before inserting his cock once more. Paul screamed and screwed his eyes shut for the first few thrusts, opening them to find Rick holding the pipe for him to smoke. As Daniel took his time and raped Paul in every position he could, Rick kept Paul busy with either the pipe or his dick in Paul’s mouth. When the sun started to peek in through the curtains, Daniel had shot twice more inside his ass, and Rick had cum once in his mouth and once all over his face, all on camera. Paul tried to think of a way out of this without ruining his career or destroying his reputation, but kept coming up empty handed and asking for more tina. Coming soon Chapter 3: Dick Carson returns, The films are screened, Paul goes back to Hollywood

Aftermath and Epilogue I came home sick from work today. My flu symptoms were slightly better but I still felt miserable. Calvin was out sick as well … I wondered if he too was experiencing the “fuck flu.” It was hot thinking he might be but I didn’t really dwell on it. I just wanted to go home and crawl into bed. I got home around 1:30 and headed towards the bed room. Thomas shouldn’t be home until 6 or so… so I could get a bit of rest. Then I heard the voices. Coming from the bedroom. Not just voices… moans and grunts. What the fuck? I tiptoed to the room. The door wasn’t quite closed. I looked through the gap, moving carefully and quietly. I could see Thomas on the bed. He was naked, on all fours, his is ass up in the air. And some stranger behind him. A stranger who was thrusting into him, sinking a hard cock into my husband’s ass. “Take that cock you bitch.” The stranger said. His thrusts were fierce and merciless. The sound of his thighs slapping against Thomas’s ass echoed in the room. “Yeah, fuck me, use my hole.” “Damn your ass is so tight. I’m glad I saw your profile online.” “You like it? You are only the third guy to ever fuck me. I can’t think of anything else… i called off work so I could get fucked.” The stranger sneered. “With that little dick, you can’t do much else bend over and give up your ass.” Thomas said nothing, just pushed his ass back to meet the thrusts. I pushed the door and it drifted open. Thomas’s head shot up and he saw me. The stranger almost fell off the bed in surprise but caught himself. “Fuck! I didn’t know you invited any one else.” The stranger said, slapping Thomas hard on the ass. He tired to me. “Wait your turn… I’m almost done here. Trust me, this ass is worth waiting for.” I shrugged, gave Thomas a little wink, and moved closer to watch this stranger’s dick pound into his ass. I wondered how his cum would taste when I sucked in out of my husband’s ass. Like I said when I started this: I never meant this to happen. I really didn’t. But Thomas and my relationship has changed now and there is no going back. **** I wrote all of that about a year ago. I suppose I felt guilty and this was my confession. I found the papers a few weeks ago and decided to post them here. Thomas and my relationship did change. We tried to set rules for awhile… the “gay agreement” where we would fuck with other guys but only when we were together. That didn’t work: we are both very horny bottoms and it became a competition to see who would get fucked. We graduated to an “open relationship” and it was fun for awhile… fucking anyone we wanted but still having someone to come home to. Over time, however, we drifted apart. We still love each other, we will still get together from time to time (I fuck him or we have a threesome if we can find a top), but Thomas moved out some months ago so he could have a more private space for his hook ups. Calvin and I still fuck from to time but he spends most of his weekend’s ass up in the bathhouse now. I’ve seen him there a few times and sometimes just sit back and watch the little slut take load after load up his hot ass. As Dan had suggested, my flu was my seroconversion. I went in for a test two or three months after that that night with the three of us and the result wasn’t a surprise. Calvin tested positive even before I did. Thomas tested positive just a few months later I sometimes sit back and wonder what would have happened if I hadn’t met Dan that day at work. Would I have stayed faithful to Thomas? Would we still be together? But I don’t think so. I love getting fucked and, yes, I love big dicks. If it hadn’t been Dan getting my own my knees or bent over in that bathroom it would have been someone else eventually. Maybe some day, I’ll settle down again. For now, though, I’m just enjoying life and taking it day to day. The End

Chapter 3: Conflicted I sat in my office the next day, Friday, trying to work. My eyes and attention, however, kept drifting to the clock on my desk. When I got home the day before my stomach had been torn up with guilt but I didn’t tell Thomas anything. We had dinner then watched TV on the couch until he fell asleep. We were in bed by 10:30. The mundane evening just made the thrill and excitement of the day that much more enticing. I had decided, however, that my indiscretion was a one-time slip up. I loved Thomas and would be faithful to the promises we had made. I wouldn’t betray him again and told myself that, as long as I didn’t, there was no need to damage our relationship by telling him what I had done. That bottle of lube and condom in my jacket pocket today was just s whim, a spur of the moment thing before I left for the office this morning. I wouldn’t need it. Now, however, it was getting close 11:30, the time that my stranger had told me to be back in the men’s room. Maybe I should meet him I told myself. Just to let him know I wasn't going to have sex with him. It would be rude to just stand him up. It was fifteen minutes or so until the appointed time. I stood up, grabbed my coat, and headed towards the men's toilet. As I walked I could feel the bottle of lube in my jacket pocket. There was a trembling in the pit of my stomach as I approached the rendezvous. Nothing to be nervous about, I told myself, I'm just going to tell him no. Turning the last corner into the hall where my stranger had been on the phone the day before, the hall was empty. There was a new sign saying the restroom was out of service due to renovations. The stranger had made arrangements to give us privacy. Walking past the sign, I entered the restroom but it was empty. I was early however so I leaned against the counter to wait. I imagined I could still smell the sweat and cum of yesterday's encounter, that I still taste his load on my tongue. Could still feel his pulsing in my throat as he shot. My dick was hard and I rubbed it through my pocket. Five minutes then ten minutes passed. The time of our rendezvous came and went. Still no sign of him. I waited. After another ten minutes I decided he wasn't coming. I wasn't sure why I was disappointed. I had just planned on turning him down, right? No point wasting the walk over though. I could still jack off an release a little tension. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my dick. As I stroked, I wondered how his dick would have felt inside me like he had promised. Pulling off my suit jacket I pulled out the lube and squirted a bit on my fingers. As I stroked with one hand, I slid my lubed fingers down the back of my trousers and rubbed the lube into my crack. I bet his dick would feel really good if it was doing this instead of my fingers. A bit more lube and I started to circle my hole. Teasing the tight ring I could feel it flex under my attentions. More lube. Now my finger was inside. Oh god! I wanted something bigger in there. I wanted to feel that satisfaction that only a big cock can provide. I had two fingers in my hole now as I continued to stroke my dick. Then three. Still not enough. Then I heard the outer door of the restroom open. Shit. I tucked my dick in my pants and tried to act nonchalant as the inner door opened. My hard on was clearly visible but it was all I could do. The inner door opened and he entered. I was relieved it was him and not someone who might have reported me jacking off in a restroom where I shouldn't even be. He was wearing a black button up shirt and jeans today and started to unbutton the shirt as the door closed behind him. Damn, he was as sexy as I remembered. I wanted to tell him to stop but no words came. He slipped the shirt off. His chest was as firm as I had thought and he was hairy enough to be masculine without being furry. The biohazard tat clearly visible just above his jeans. He looked at me as I stood there mutely. Other than my discarded jacket, I was still in my suit. "Um. I don't think we should..." I finally managed to say. "I have a husband..." My voice trailed off and I couldn't get the image of his cock out of my mind. "Good for you" he seemed unimpressed. He didn't put his shirt back on or start to leave. I was sure I could see the outline of his dick in his jeans. I stared. My lubed ass ring flexing involuntarily at the thought. It had been so long since I had been really, really fucked. I missed it. I needed it. My hand reached out and touched his dick of its own accord. He pushed me away again and gestured at my slacks. "Get those off."

Chapter 2: The First Encounter He passed me and stepped up to the urinal next to mine and fished out his dick. I tried not to look, I swear, but at the sound of his piss splashing in the urinal my head turned of its own accord. He was far enough back that I had a clear view. His uncut dick was soft but about 5 inches and thick. I stared and held my breath as he pissed. My conscience told me to get out before this situation developed But I didn't move, just stood and stared. His stream finished and he shook his dick gently. He made no move to put it away. He turned slightly towards me, his uncut shaft pointing at me as if in challenge. I found myself turning to face him no longer thinking of hiding my own straining cock. I felt his hand on my shoulder pushing me to my knees without a word. I didn't resist and found myself at eye level with his hardening dick. His foreskin had peeled back and the sight of that thick head on that thick long shaft had my mouth watering and my ass twitching. This was crazy! Someone might come in, I could lose my job, and Thomas would be hurt if I betrayed him like this. But I stayed. I was close enough that I could smell him. Just a hint of sweat as he had been working but still clean. Virile and masculine. God I love that smell. I leaned closer to him, my lips parting out of old habit. His tool slid past my lips and across my tongue. His dick was at least seven inches long now, his cocked fully exposed, and still not at full mast. It tasted so good but he didn't stop on my tongue. He quickly hit the back of my throat and I struggled to remember how to relax and let it in. It had been so long since I had sucked a cock where this was an issue. I gagged and he backed off slightly to allow me to catch my breath then pushed forward again. This time my throat remembered how to open for a cock and his cock slipped in. A heard a sigh of approval above. Encouraged by his approval, I increased my efforts as he worked his hard dick back and forth on my tongue and in and out of my throat. That is when it happened. He unbuttoned his work pants and slid then slightly down to give me better access and I saw the tattoo on his hip. A biohazard symbol. A flood of panic threatened to overwhelm me I realised the implications. I was on my knees sucking off a HIV positive stranger is a men’s room at work. He seemed to know I had seen the tat. He waited patiently while I struggled between my lust and my fear. Then a drop of his pre-cum landed on my tongue. Salty and sweet. Awakening the sensations I had repressed for so long. Everything else, everything rational, was forgotten again. I didn't think of Thomas, or getting caught giving a blow job at work, or even getting the bug. All I could think of was getting that hard meat throbbing in my throat again. And it felt so right. This was where I belonged. On my knees worshipping this stranger and his big uncut cock. I leaned forward, drawing him back into my throat. He seemed even more turned on now that I knew his status. His hands were on the back of my head now. Holding me in place as his rod pistoned in and out of my throat. I know it sounds like a porn cliche but he had to be at least 8 inches long now that he was fully erect and his thickness was almost threatening to trigger my gag reflex. "Tell me you want my load." It was the first time he had spoken directly to me. His deep voice seemed to rumble through me. "Tell me that you want my dirty seed, you slut." All I could do is moan desperately in the affirmative. HIV or not, I wanted his cum. He was getting close. His breathing was heavy. His balls were drawing up. "Here it comes you cocksucker!" He pushed in deep one last time and I felt his cock throb as wave after wave of hot cum fired deep in my gullet. I struggled to breathe but didn’t want to let his dick go. Finally he pulled back so the tip was on my tongue and I immediately began to suck and lick. His cock pulsed again... an unbelievable amount of cum. I couldn’t remember anyone with such a big load. My mouth was now coated with his warm spunk and itwas as delicious as anything I had ever tasted, I wanted to savour it for hours but he stroked my throat until I swallowed. He pulled his softening dick out of my mouth and I moaned desperately like a baby who lost it's bottle. His wiped up a bit of cum that had escaped my mouth and he fed it to me as he looked into my eyes. I sucked his finger clean and he chucked. I leaned back on my haunches and watched as he tucked his dick away. It was only then that thoughts of my husband returned. Oh fuck. What had I done? I was so ashamed. So afraid that Thomas would find out... That my actions would cause him pain. had shot my load at some point. I hadn't even noticed. The front of my underwear were covered and there was a puddle on the floor. My stranger stepped past me. As he reached the door he stopped. "Be here tomorrow morning at 11:30.” I didn't say anything, still kneeling in my guilt. He stood there waiting until I looked up. "I like my bitches ready ". He said. "If you want any lube you had better grease yourself up before I get here." And with that he turned and left.

The best I've had lately was HungryHoleUWS - by 7pm his ass was already filled to the brim with cum - I was his 10th load of the day and I passed the 11th in the hall as I was leaving.