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It was the winter after I turned 18 when, right before Christmas, I came down with the flu. I dreaded going to the doctor, but my Mom insisted, getting me an appointment on a late Friday afternoon. She was supposed to drive me there, but she telephoned, saying she couldn't get off of work. So somehow I drove myself. A little bit about me. I'm 5' 6" and weigh maybe 145 pounds. Blonde hair that's just about shoulder length. And hazel eyes. Being small older men loved me but none had fucked me yet because they didn't believe I was 18. So off I go to the doctor. I had scarcely walked through the door of the doctor's office when a wave of something hit me - leaving me feeling like shit. Even so there was paperwork to complete, so by the time the nurse came to lead me back to the examination room to get my vitals, the waiting room was empty. After the nurse had taken my blood pressure, temperature, and other routine tests, she remarked "The doctor will be with you shortly." Perhaps five minutes later HE walked in. Dr. William Bell. Six feet, seven inches and perfectly lean, salt and pepper hair. In his mid 50's. My type of man. I was hard instantly. Dr. Bell told the nurse she could go ahead, that he would lock-up, Dr. Bell and I chatted for several minutes until the nurse left and Dr. Bell asked me to undress to check for any abnormalities. I was slightly embarrassed because my cock was hard and I was leaking precum. Dr. Bell didn't pay any attention as his hands poked and prodded at my body. Dr. Bell then had me lay back on the bed and put my feet in the stirrups so he could check my prostrate. I thought that was kind of strange considering anybody could tell I had the flu. But he was a doctor so - well, whatever. I felt somewhat vulnerable given my ass was exposed, but at the same time I was still turned-on. Dr. Bell then startled me, asking if I had ever had anything in my ass. "No," I replied. He responded with a big smile as he murmurred "Just relax," inserting his index finger into my ass. I was so excited and nervous that I didn't notice Dr. Bell hadn't pulled-on a glove on to check my prostrate. As his finger entered my ass my load exploded. I was beyond embarrased, but to my surprise Dr. Bell didn't remove his finger, but rather inserted a second finger. He then scooped up my cum and fed it to me. Before long I was hard again and moaning like a bitch in heat. I noticed a couple of times what felt like him scratching inside my ass. It hurt slightly but the pleasure was far greater than the pain. After a few minutes Dr. Bell inserted a third finger in my ass really opening me up. After Dr. Bell had my ass where he wanted he lowered his pants. I nearly fainted at the size of his cock. It was a full nine inches long and as thick as a coke bottle. I also noticed a scorpion tattoo but I didn't know what it meant. He told me he was going to really destroy my immune system. Positioning himself at the foot of the bed, his cock aligned with my ass, and for better or worse before I could object to the prospects of that monster entering my ass, Dr. Bell shoved his cock all the way into my hole. I all but fainted from the pain. When I came to Dr. Bell was fucking my ass with a steady, powerful rhythm. It started feeling really good and I didn't think about asking about a condom, reasoning to myself "After all he is a doctor so what could happen?" My own cock was now hard again and I was on the edge of having another orgasm. After a few more minutes Dr. Bell really picked up the pace and was fucking me like a man possessed, so it wasn't surprising when Dr Bell let out a growl and unloaded what felt like a gallon of cum in my ass. This sent me over the edge and I exploded all over my chest. Kissing me hard, Dr Bell said "In two weeks I want to see you again." He also inserted a butt plug in my ass saying he said he would call me when it was time to remove it. Oh, by the way, Dr. Bell did indeed write me out a prescription to combat the flu. He also said "Welcome to the club," but didn't elaborate. Nearly two weeks have passed since I saw Dr. Bell, and I am still down with the flu. I can't wait to see Dr. Bell again and find out why.

7. Cal I kept my eyes down as I waited for the elevator. I was painfully aware of Hector staring at me; it was impossible for me to meet his eyes after he had used me. What he put me through wasn't that much worse than other scenes; it was the degree that Hector didn't care. I poked the "up" button again, hoping that it would make the elevator come more quickly. It was probably only a few seconds later, but it felt like hours; I was terrified that Hector would make some comment. Finally, the elevator arrived. I stepped on the elevator, ignoring the sudden burn in the depths of my gut. I jabbed "52," wishing only once, that we were on a lower floor. The burning had gotten worse, and I realized that Hector had dosed me. I had only a few more minutes before I was a complete sex-pig. The doors closed, and the elevator began the slow ride up. I pulled out my phone. "Hey. When are you coming?" I texted Vic. Over the years, Vic had fallen in and out of my life. I always welcomed him back, because when he fucked me, it was always amazing. "Soon. One last errand for Sean and me to do." Sean was his partner. "You need some extra?" he added, leaving little question of the nature of the errand. "Just got dosed," I texted back. The burn was continuing. My hunger was only growing. I needed something in my hole. Anything. "That wasn't a no. I'll be there as soon as I can," Vic replied. "And make sure my tweaker boys what get what they need" My ass twitched, thinking about sliding down on Vic's fat eight-inch dick and blowing clouds with him. I'm sure Sean be doing the same with my Jon. The tina was hitting me hard, and the darker thoughts were emerging from hiding. I remembered the way his tina-powdered dick had burned when he forced it in my hole. I remembered the things I had done to please him, and I remembered how much Jon had loved to watch the show. My ears popped, as we cleared the twenty-fifth floor. I rubbed up against the railing, pressing my asshole against the hard brass pipe. I needed to get it together, but I had no idea how much crystal Hector had put inside me. I just needed to keep it normal until Vic came over. He'd dealt with me before, horny and tweaked and hungry. The rest of the ride up seemed to go faster. Of course, no one was getting on or off. I stepped into the condo and kicked off my shoes. The place was quiet, which meant the three men were likely still sleeping in our master bedroom. I could sneak into the guest room, and once alone, I would be able to relax a bit. Of course, in my current mood, relaxing would mean finding a nice dildo and fucking myself with it while I cruised for more men to breed my hole. I was walking through the kitchen, almost to the guest bedroom, when I ran into Seth. "Oh, hi," I said, forcing myself to stay calm. He had been sitting at the counter, staring at his phone. He was shirtless; the bright morning light accentuated his muscles and revealed a light spray of brown hair across his chest. I tried not to react. But when he noticed me, he suddenly stood up. He was wearing a pair of running shorts. The cut and color looked familiar, but my attention was held by the thick pole straining against the fabric. "Oh. Hey," he said. I looked up long enough to see that he was turning red, before my hungry hole forced my attention back to his boner. "I hope you don't mind," he continued. It hit me that he was wearing my running shorts. "I needed something to wear." Him wearing my shorts only made it easier for me to get him out of them. "And if I said it wasn't ok?" "Well," he started. Then he smiled. "Well. I'd have to take them off." "And what would you do if I told you it was ok?" "Hmm." He thought for a second. "Make you take off your shorts for me." In the drug-clouded moment, he was definitely the smarter one of us. "It's cool. You can wear my gear." "Good. I figured. Although it was hard to tell who owned what." I pulled off my shirt. Between the sex and the drugs, it was damp with sweat. I tossed it to Seth. He caught it with a practiced ease. His natural athleticism had reminded me of JP; despite his strength and stamina, Jon was always a bit awkward. Seth buried his nose in my t-shirt. "Goddamn," he said, looking up. He took another deep sniff of my sweaty shirt. "Your sweat." He took another hit, like a cocksucker on poppers. "You like it?" I asked. Seth's free hand dropped to his groin. He ran his palm over the length of his dick. "Fuck yeah. Smells so damn good." He looked up again, his face no longer red with embarrassment, but now red with lust and passion. Before he could say anything else, I stepped right up to him, close enough that, if it were not for the running shorts, our dicks would have touched. I leaned in and kissed him. His lips were just as soft as I remembered, but he surprised me by pushing his tongue into my mouth. He slung the towel over his shoulder, and reached for my ass, squeezing it hard. "You want that ass?" I asked. "Fuck yeah," Seth grunted. I wrapped my arms around him, and pulled him against me. His cock pressed up against mine. Due to the tina in my blood, the pairing was one of opposites: his masculine hardness against my tina softness. He let go of my ass, and pushed his hand in under my shorts. He felt me up a bit, then paused, then carefully ran a finger along the strap of my jock. It led him directly to my hole. "Sweaty jock strap," Seth muttered. "Nice." "Yeah?" I mumbled. I pushed away from him, stepped back, and turned around, with my legs spread. I carefully pushed down my running shorts, giving Seth a careful show of my ass. Stealing glances back, he was still stroking his shaft. "You want to see me sweat?" I asked him. "Fuck me." "Yeah?" Seth asked me back. "You want this?" The thick ridge of his dickhead was etched into the thin fabric, as he pulled the running shorts tight over his cock. "Hell yeah," I said. I stepped out of my shorts; I was just wearing a pair of sneakers. I was still young enough to pull off college jock, and I made sure that I put it to full effect. "Fucking pound my holes." "Damn. Like one of those soccer jocks in the locker room." "Begging you to fuck him." Seth didn't reply immediately. Instead, he pushed down his shorts, letting his hard fat cock escape. It flopped down slightly; in the daylight, it looked bigger than I remembered. He kicked off the shorts, and then he was naked. Naked and erect, he seemed like a young god, waiting to spread his seed. He grabbed his dick. "You want this, you gotta know. I only bareback." I was bent over, staring at him through my legs. I reached back and spread my ass cheeks apart, exposing my hole to him. "I don't use rubbers. Ever." I ran a finger around my hole. It was slick with Hector's sperm; I thought I could almost feel the last few bits of crystal dissolve into the wetness. "Fuck yeah," Seth said. He was stroking his cock. I turned back to face him, and dropped down to my knees. I was a bit taller than Seth, but I leaned in a bit, and my mouth was precisely level with his cock. "Go ahead," he said. "Get me wet." I opened my mouth, leaned in, and allowed his dickhead to slide into me. "Oh god," Seth moaned, as I flicked my tongue over his cockhead. It was already wet with pre-cum, the uniquely sweet taste of youth and innocence. I remembered when my cum had tasted like that; but finishing college had helped me grow up, and moving in with Jon and JP had replaced my innocence with an impish depravity. I didn't regret the loss. It wasn't even a loss; it was just my life then was different. Seth ran his hand over my head. It was a casual, but intimate touch. He was laying claim to me for at least as long as it took to get off. The crystal made it so easy to give myself up to the blond muscle god. Fuck. And the night before, it was me who was fucking his mouth. He pushed me down on his dick, almost instinctively pressing harder when I choked, and forced me to take another inch of his cock. "Get me wet," he grunted, and pushed still more of his dick into my throat. "Mmmph," I grunted, suddenly aware that I could no longer breath. At least it was not an unfamiliar situation for me; it had barely been an hour since I had serviced Josh. Before I even knew I should gag, I repressed the instinct. Seth noticed. "Fuck, man, massage my dick like that again." He held my head in place and forced the last bit of his dickshaft into my mouth. I couldn't help but gag; a few drops of spit drooled from my mouth. "Damn," he said, noticing my reaction. "Fucking choking on it." I nodded in agreement, swallowing as quickly as I could in order to massage the full length of his cock, and ward off the inevitable choking sensation. But before that happened, Seth pulled his dick almost all the way out. "Yeah," I managed to say, before Seth decided that I had recovered sufficiently. "So, why don't you take it all?" Seth pushed his dick all the way back in. He didn't even give me a chance to fully open my mouth, much less prepare my throat for his thrust and penetration. Despite my lack of preparation, I still managed to take almost all of it. Seth rewarded me with a smile. "Fuck that feels good," he said. I nodded my head. His dick was already buried deep in my throat, and breathing was impossible, much less speaking. I was kneeling down and my lips were wrapped around his shaft. Once more, I was a cocksucker, and I was reveling in the simplicity of the role. All I had to care about was pleasuring Seth. Anything else was secondary. I continued sucking him off, working my way all the way down his shaft, then focusing on his head, then back down to the base. It didn't matter what I did; the young man was horny enough that anything I did elicited a moan of pleasure. Finally, he managed to speak. "I want to fuck you," Seth said, pushing me off his cock. It was a brief shock, to suddenly have no cock in me at all. I stared at the stiff shaft right in front of me, watching it glisten from my spit and his pre-cum. I wanted to suck on it all morning long. But I also wanted him to fuck me with it. "Sure," I said. I stood up, grabbed Seth by the balls, and gently lead him to the kitchen counter. "Just need a bit of lube," I said. "Of course," Seth said. I opened the cabinet. It was the one filled with our meds, vitamins, and supplements. But it also had bottle of poppers. I reached back behind the bottles of Triumeq and found the small brown bottle. I noticed Seth staring at the multiple shelves of pills. "Yeah," I said. "That's what we deal with." "Well, I've got one. And I still have to remember to it," Seth said. "I need to do that this morning." "But there's something you need to do first," I reminded him. The delay was mutually beneficial. I wanted to get fucked by him, and I wanted him to be my poz-brother. It was probably the tina talking, but there was a bond between the two of us. It was more than just the traditional bond of a cocksucker and a dickdonor. It was something deeper, something closer to what I felt for Jon or JP. I felt a bond with him. I wanted him for more than just a fun weekend stealth pozzing. I wanted him to share the full experience of male sexuality with me, even the darkest and most depraved moments. I was familiar enough with the feelings that I knew it was mostly the crystal talking, but I didn't care. His young cock was hard, nestled in my ass crack. "Yeah?" Seth asked. His dick was now pressing up against my hole. He was gently rubbing it back and forth. It wouldn't take much for it to slip into me. "What do I need to do?" "Fuck me," I said. I reached for the bottle of olive oil on the counter, and let a few drops fall from the spout and onto Seth's dickhead. "Wait, is that safe?" Seth asked. "I thought you shouldn't use olive oil." I smiled. He was like a wary puppy dog, constantly checking in and reminding himself that he wasn't putting himself at risk. "It's just not safe for condoms." I made a show of looking around. "I don't see any condoms around here." "I don't want a rubber coming between us," Seth said. "I don't want anything between us," I replied. I poured more of the oil on Seth's dick. He stroked his shaft a few times, making sure it was properly greased up. "Give it to me," I said, as I took a long hit from the poppers. "Hell yeah," Seth said, and pushed his dick up against my hole. The poppers hit, and all I wanted was his dick inside me. My hole stretched open and his dickhead pushed into me. I could barely put up any resistance; I was still recovering from Hector's fucking. "Oh, fuck!" he grunted, as his stiff shaft slid into my hole. I was hungry, and Seth's cock was exactly what I was craving. "OH FUCK," Seth grunted again. "Your hole is fucking swallowing my dick." "OH FUCK," he repeated himself. I knew exactly what his dick was feeling. The heat of a worked-out hole. The wetness of a loaded-up hole. The hunger of a tweaked-out hole. It was his first time, and it was going to be memorable. "That feels so," he trailed off. The words for the feelings didn't really exist in any human language; we were powerless to describe them. "Be quiet," I said. It was better not to try. "Focus on my hole. Focus on fucking it." "Hell yeah," he said. It wasn't really a thought. It was just an acknowledgement that the animal had been unleashed. He pulled out from me suddenly, then before I could even gasp, he slammed back into me. Even though I had just been raped by Hector, I wasn't prepared for the vigor and youthful intensity of Seth's pounding. "Damn, this is nice. Your hole feels so fucking hot." He pulled out, then pushed back into me. Each of the strokes had gotten him a bit deeper in my hole, until now, I felt his balls hit my ass. "So, fucking...fucking...welcoming." It was easy to let myself to relax and to allow him to penetrate me. Even the merest thought of protest had been washed from my mind by the insistent, unrelenting clouds. "And so damn wet," he said. He paused for a second, his dickhead deep in my guts. He pulled out. It was slow and deliberate, and he didn't pause until just the tip was barely in my hole. "Wet," he grunted, then pushed his cock all the way into me. He wrapped a muscular arm around my chest and pressed his head against mine. "Is this how I felt when I was full of cum?" I asked. I clenched my ass around his dick. He had felt Hector's semen. "I dunno," I said. "What does it feel like to you?" "Oh god," Seth said. His dick twitched and dribbled some pre-cum. There was one more man's DNA in my hole. "So many feelings. Dark. Sexy. Dangerous. Exciting. Dirty. Arousing. Depraved. Sleazy." He paused for a second, thrusting his hips against my ass, forcing his cock deeper into me. "Only one feeling. Pleasure." I twisted back, and our lips met. He forced his tongue into my mouth, asserting his control over me. We kissed forever, his cock finding a perfect rhythm to fuck me, and my hole accepting every thrust. With his other hand, he reached around and grabbed the basket of my jock strap. I was surprised enough to break off the kiss. "Yeah," I said, finally answering his question. "Yeah. That's how you feel when you're full of cum." "Goddamn," Seth said. "Fucking like nothing else." "You've never done it before?" I asked. Somehow, I had just assumed Seth had topped raw before. "Once. And it was amazing. But you're, god. astounding. So, fucking wet. So, fucking..." "Hungry?" I asked, as I pushed back on his shaft. "Yeah. Hungry." His hand wrapped around my cock. I had just started to party, and I wasn't yet totally soft. "But?" Seth asked, expecting my long, stiff erection of the previous night. "I'm getting fucked this morning," I said. "That's all you need to focus on." "Fuck yeah," Seth said. "Could fuck this hole every morning," he continued, but I barely heard his words. His cock was deceptive; it looked only slightly thicker but normal. As impossible as it seems, Seth's dick had managed to stretch me out well beyond what Hector's dick had done. I could only think about the dick in my hole. It was massaging my prostate, and the fabric of my jockstrap had gotten wet. The slow leak of pre-cum was now a steady dribble. "Goddamn! Your hole is so fucking wet." He leaned in to kiss me once more. Our bodies pressed against each other; his skin was warm and sweaty. Our tongues explored each other's mouths; I hoped he couldn't taste the cum in my mouth. "How many loads you have in you?" he asked. He pressed his dick into me; I could feel the cum seep around his fat cockhead. "How many men fucked you?" "Only one," I said. "One load." I had swallowed Josh's load. But swallowing didn't count. True sharing was taking a load in my ass. "One man." It seemed like such a small number. I had long ago lost track of the number of men that had cum in me. "Only one?" Seth asked. "Feels like more." "He cums a lot." "Not the first time?" "Not at all." "And was he?" Seth paused for a moment, but his cock remained hard. "You know. Poz." "I didn't ask." Doesn't matter, does it?" Seth slammed his cock deep into me. He dribbled some precum, pulled out, then pushed back into me. "No," he said. "Not these days." "Or for me. Doesn't matter if he's poz or not." Seth pushed into me and let out a gentle moan of satisfaction when I said "poz." His cock also let out some more pre-cum. I had seen hints of it the night before, but now it was achingly clear. The boy was getting turned on by poz talk. "I can take any load I want," I continued. "How long for you?" Seth asked me. I wondered if he remembered asking the same question the night before. He was a bit stoned and had repeated himself several times. "Six years." "And they were the ones?" Seth asked. "Yeah." "You were a bugchaser?" He remembered the night before. I had told him my story. He remembered what I had called myself. "Yeah. What do you think?" He shivered slightly. From his cock, the fear and excitement that bug chasing gave him was easy to feel. He just needed a way to rationalize taking loads; my family would be more than happy to remind him about the failure rates of PrEP. Coupled with his growing distaste for rubbers, it would be just a matter of time before he would be the one dripping cum from random men. "It's kinda exciting. And scary too." "I know. It is. At least you have PrEP." "Was it just Jon and JP?" Seth asked. He hadn't asked about that part last night. "No," I said. "Not at all." "How many?" His dick was dripping. "A lot," I said. "More than I can count." "Fuck," Seth said. His dick was harder than ever, and his breathing had the rapid, shallow cadence that I associated with a man reaching orgasm. "That's so fucking hot." "You want to add your load to my collection?" I asked. Slow and steady. Over the years, I knew it was easier and better for them to say it first. Seth wasn't quite ready. But he was close, and I would help pull him closer to the line. "Fuck yeah," Seth grunted. His hips were slamming against my ass, thrusting his hard cock deep into me. The slightest nudge would send him over the edge and Seth would tumble into complete gratification. "Fucking fill you up." "Breed me," I grunted. It would only be my third load of the day. Under the influence of the tina coursing through my veins, three seemed like only a good start. Seth was pounding my hole hard. Between him and Hector, I was going to be sore the next day. But it would be worth it, because I would have gotten all their loads. "Fill me with your sperm." "Hell, man. You're gonna get." He pulled out, and then, with all the force he could muster, he slammed his cock into me. "Get it all," he continued. His dick stiffened. It was almost a length of additional penetration. "All of it," he grunted. His dick pulsed and then there was the unforgettable feeling of heat and wet in my gut. He was cumming in me. "Give it to me," I grunted, encouraging him to continue. My head was spinning, and his orgasm was the only thing that mattered. I squeezed tight around his shaft. It was critical that I milk Seth dry. I needed to get every drop of seed from him that I could. "Fucking breed me." "Take it," Seth grunted. His hips were bucking since they were no longer under any conscious control. "Fucking take my load." His cock was the only thing that mattered, and he was using my hole for his fullest pleasure, utterly ignoring the impact he had on me or my stretched-out ass. "Goddamn," he exclaimed, as his dick slid slowly back into my hole. He was dribbling out sperm at the same time, so he smeared a thick layer across the full depth of my hole. "Fucking be my spermbank." "Oh fuck," I grunted. My hole was tingling from the new addition; I already knew that just his load would not be enough. Vic would be here shortly; he could give me another load. Plus, Vic's load would be a proper poz load. "Fucking load me up." Vic's cock would be bigger than Seth's, plus he liked his fucks rough and intense. I'd need all the lubrication I could get. "Fill me with your sperm." Seth pulled me tight against him, and he kissed me. I could hardly refuse him; he was still busy unloading his seed into my ass. But the kiss was almost more intimate than the simple, automatic act of fucking. That kiss was something very special; it brought us closer together, beyond just exchanging loads of semen. "Wow," he finally said. "Thanks," he continued. "Thanks?" I asked. "For?" "For taking my dick. For letting me cum in you. For you holding my load and cock, tight in that raw ass of yours." "Of course. And thank you. For pounding my hole. For loading me up with your seed." "Yeah," he said. There was a boyish charm to him, just enough for me to almost read too much into his smile. Still, we kissed again, sharing like two brothers should. "So fucking hot," he said. Our kisses had taken up several minutes, and his dick had gotten a bit soft. He shifted his weight slightly. "Fuck," he grunted, as his dick started to slide out of my ass. "Wait," I moaned, trying to adjust my own posture to keep his dick inside me. Unfortunately, he wasn't quite hard enough and I was overly tweaked enough that his tool fell out of my ass with a wet pop. "Fuck," I grunted. "Your hole. So fucking wet," he said. "So hot. So dirty." "I know. You cumming in me. Breeding me." I noticed I had left a bottle on the counter. It was an old bottle of meds; I opened it and peered in. At the base were several pills, shaped like dicks. I grinned to myself. It was a stash of E I had forgotten about. I shook one out and quickly swallowed it. All Seth saw was me taking one of my HIV-meds. Although, in some way they were. They made it easier for me to spread my disease. "How often?" Seth asked me. "A few pills a day. It's not bad." "A bit like me. It's already one pill a day." "Yeah, it's pretty easy to stick with the routine," I said. "Speaking of which," I continued. "Have you taken yours yet?" "No," Seth said. "But, um, where's my bag?" "The duffle bag?" I asked. Despite Seth just injecting his cum into me, I was still hungry. I had done too much crystal too quickly, and all I could think about was dick. I wanted more dick. I found my phone and started to text Vic again. "Yeah. I thought I left it in here," Seth said. "I took it to the bathroom," I said. But, that was a little ambiguous. There were a lot of bathrooms in the apartment. "Um, where's the bathroom from here? I'm kinda lost." I tapped out a quick message to Vic. "Yeah. It's a bit over the top, I know. Jon did well with a start-up." I stood up and motioned for Seth to come. I read the text over one last time. "I need dick. Your dick." I hit send.

i just took a load in an alley behind a dumpster from a homeless guy. 2 people walked by n could definitely see me bent over against the dumpster with my shorts around one ankle getting assfucked but he didnt even stop. just fucked me till he blew a big powerful load into me.when he pulled out a big plop of cum dropped out of my pussy

I’ve been on PrEP for a month now, but I was still nervous to finally take the plunge. I finally got over those fears and took raw cock and cum at my local bathhouse on Tuesday. I’ve been going there for a couple months now. At first I would just hang out and enjoy the atmosphere of being nude around other men, kindly declining their advances and watching others enjoy each other. I have only recently accepted my sexuality and have been loving how free I feel after finally admitting to myself that I am a gay man. Eventually, I started playing as well but always safe, even after starting PrEP. On Tuesday I was determined though to finally go bare. I got a room and intended to just leave the door open and lay on the bed ass up, but I just didn’t have the guts for it so I started roaming the halls. It didn’t take long for a sexy daddy to come up to me as I walked near the pool area, and I wanted him bad. I have always been into older hairy guys that look like they just stepped off of a big rig and he sure had that look. We flirted a bit, asked if I wanted to go back to my room and we were on our way. Normally I always picked up a condom from the front desk and had that handy, but on that day I simply had lube and poppers on the table next to the bed. As soon as we got to the room I was on my knees working his cock and it didn’t take him long to get fully hard. I told him I wanted his cock inside me and he told me to get up and bend over. I spread my cheeks for him while he lubed and fingered my hole. I was shaking in anticipation when he handed me the bottle of poppers. I took a hit as he lined himself up and then pushed inside me. There was no discussion of condoms or status, and really not much conversation at all. I’m a big time moaner and was probably louder than ever and I know I was probably saying stupid shit like “oh god” and “fuck me” over and over because I just can’t help myself if I’m taking a good hard fuck. We moved from standing/bent over to me on my back with my ass hanging off the side and him standing on the floor and he fucked me hard. It didn’t last too long but he told me he was cumming just as he pushed inside me deep and held it. I could feel his cock pulse and his whole body shake as he unloaded inside me. It was amazing. He quickly pulled out and mumbled thanks to me, picked up his towel and left the room. I was disappointed a little bit because I really wanted suck his cock clean after he had fucked me, but overall it was such a hot fuck. I laid on my back with my legs spread and rubbed my slick loose hole and was so proud of myself for finally doing it. I wanted more. I got fucked again that night and I’ll post that one later.

In half an hour our plane would land and I would be home. Too bad, I thought. I enjoy flying. At least, I enjoyed it when I could get a window seat and look out at the cloud tops. They always made me feel free and completely unbound. This had been a particularly good flight for that – a front moving between Dallas and here had set an army of clouds in motion. Had I known what else had been set in motion, I might have enjoyed the sense of freedom more. As we approached the last leg of the flight, I turned my attention away from the window to the passenger seated next to me, a slightly older man with a hint of grey in his sideburns. He wore a dark suit and a silver ring on his right hand, with a striking stone set in it, a swirling mix of translucent gold and amber that transfixed my eye. I seldom spoke to other travelers, but this time I asked, “Pardon me, but what is that stone?” He looked away from the portfolio he was inspecting and glanced at me, then the ring. “It is pietersite,” he said, “also known as 'tempest stone'. It is symbolic of control.” “Ah. I see. Very nice.” His voice was deep and foundational. I caught a glimpse of the contents of the folio, which had spread open as he spoke. In it were photographs of naked men, taken in sexually vulnerable poses. I looked up quickly, and found him staring at me intently. “Does this offend you?” he asked, opening the folio so I could see it plainly. “Um... no,” I said, not looking at it. “I guess I just never quite understood how anyone could have something like that open on an airplane.” The man was silent for a few moments, considering. Then he said, “I've met many men like you. All too common. Men whose lives are stifled by needless constraint, self-imposed limitation, pointless morality, or simple fear of the unfamiliar. Men whose potential goes unrealized, or worse, wasted.” He closed the folio. “I, on the other hand, seize life. I enjoy the things I want to the full. I experience no frustration or anger, but simply employ my strengths without hesitation and act upon my desires.” He leaned toward me, and his voice dropped. “You do not have to be as you are. You do not have to live a small, uncertain life. You can experience what it is for a man to have exactly what he wants.” “Wh-what do you mean?” He reached into the jacket of his suit and pulled out a card. “Come for dinner at my home. I will explain. Shall we say Wednesday next, 7:00? Please be punctual.” Then he turned away as if I were not there at all. Shortly we landed, and in the bustle of bags and disembarking, he disappeared. His card bore no name. It simply said ANDROS MANOR and gave the address of a very upscale area on the outer reaches of the city, on the banks of the river. * I would have been made to accept such an invitation. The man didn't sound normal, after all, and the material he was looking at certainly wasn't something the average Christian missionary would be carrying around (well, you never know). Yet somehow he had plucked a string inside me that resonated – I had been aimless for so long, wanting something more in life. Maybe everybody does sometime or other, wonder whether he's failing to grab the brass ring in his life. Anyway, something he said intrigued me. So, on the following Wednesday, I called an Uber and found myself at the gate of Andros Manor. “Dude...” said the Uber driver when he saw my destination. “Posh. Should I wait?” “Nah. I'm going to have dinner before I go home. Thanks for the ride.” I paid him and he drove off, then I pressed the button at the gate. A camera moved on its mounting to point at me, then the gate swung open, allowing me access to the long path to the front doors. A butler – of sorts – greeted me at the door. He was a handsome man, short-haired, dressed in a white sleeveless shirt with a cantonese collar, a black vest, and black pants, but bare feet. He gestured inward with a muscled arm, but did not speak. Andros Manor boasted masculine architecture; robust stone columns supporting spacious interiors with angular, not curved, beams of solid oak. Ample outside light shone through broad windows of stained glass in colors of light yellow to rich red-gold. Rugged oak furnishings occupied flagstone floors among relatively spartan walls, decorated only with only isolated paintings, strategically placed to catch the light – but each painting seemed inspired by something from the likes of the pages of the grey man's folio. By this time I half expected to be led into a massive dining hall with a twenty-foot-long banquet table with a seat at one end and a seat all the way at the other, and four different forks next to the plate. When the butler escorted me in, however, I found my host seated at a modest round oak table with four chairs, ordinary if quality settings, and a roast beef steaming in the center. He rose. “Welcome, my friend. I had so hoped you would join us. I knew you would, from the moment I saw your eyes. You have the look of exactly the sort of man who can hear the truth when it's spoken to him. It's a rare man who can learn simply from being told something, don't you find? Most have to learn the hard way, but I could tell you are a man of intelligence. Please! Join us at table.” The “us” he referred to included two other men, slightly younger than myself, I thought, one Asian, one black, both uncommonly good-looking and well-proportioned. They were both dressed in the same way as the butler. I sat opposite my host. The two at my right and left observed me intently, with peculiar smiles. “These are Samuel and Jamail,” the Grey Man said, “dear friends of mine whom I have asked to join us for dinner. They are gentlemen who share my philosophy of life. You have met my butler, John, of course. John, would you mind?” John came around and set glasses of wine in front of each of us, mine last, which gave me a moment of surprise; I don't drink, but it seemed like a very bad time to mention it, so I decided to just go with it. “John, one for yourself as well; please join us. A toast, gentlemen!” said the Gray Man, raising his glass. “To Men – To their power and desire, and to those who fulfill it body and soul! Now drain your cups!” I have no idea what tastes good or bad in wine, because it all tastes bad to me, but I managed to get it all down. Then we sat to eat. “I'm sorry,” I said to my host, “I didn't catch your name.” “You may recall my saying to you on the plane,” he replied, “that you can experience what it is for a man to be exactly what he wants. The question is, how does a man know exactly what he wants? Can you say that you know?” “Ah – well - “ I fumbled for an answer. “I doubt you can. There, you see, is where most fail. The map is useless without the destination. There is no purchase without the coin.” The smell of the roast beef swept over me strongly; it seemed unusually fragrant. The bare foot of one of the other men, Samuel, bumped into my calf. He smiled at me. The Gray Man continued, “I have learned, now that I am a man of means, that the greatest gift that I can bestow on another man is not material goods, or influence, but to give him knowledge of himself. I make it my business to find those capable of receiving the gift of understanding who they truly are and what they are truly meant to become. Once they receive that knowledge, I then use my power to ensure that they reach that potential.” My hands began to feel numb. I dropped my fork. Jamail, to my right, picked it up and used it to raised a bite of wild rice to my lips. In a growing daze, I allowed him to feed it to me. Samuel, I noted, had begun rubbing my left thigh. “You,” the Gray Man said, “are the raw clay of ambition. I doubt you have any driving goal of your own, but you are still young enough that the desire to become something of great worth burns like a fire within you. Yes. You will become something of very great value to many men. You made the decision yourself, this day, when you chose to come to this place. No one chose that for you. Everything that happens from this moment forward is the result of your own choice. Remember that. This is what you have chosen for your life. I warmly congratulate you, and I will ensure your success.” My vision began to swim. The room seemed to swelter. “Some water... please?” I said (I think). Then Jamail pulled back my chair and began unbuttoning my shirt, and Samuel positioned himself between my legs and deftly released my belt and unzipped my pants. Between them they alternately pushed and lifted me so they could remove both articles, leaving me in my briefs, while John handed me a small glass of water. The air on my body felt better, but the water tasted odd. It did not help my twirling head. Then someone held something under my nose and told me to breathe very deeply. After a moment my consciousness became aware only of the sensations of my body and the instructions of the man telling me to breathe even more deeply again. The last thing I knew was that someone... Jamail... was cutting my briefs off my body with a steak knife, and I heard Samuel whisper in my ear, ”You are soooo fucked.” Then hands, all over my body, and I saw black.

"Tops have it soooo easy, "I thought to myself.."They just produce sperm, and pump it into asses." As I watched some porn on my phone- the enema bag made that signature gurgling noise for the forth time. I looked at the time, and made a mental note in my mine for 5mins. The cramping wasn't too bad as this was the last enema of the night. The time passed easily with some below average bareback gloryhole porn playing on my phone. "Easy...Easy" I said to myself as I made it to the toilet as if attempting not do detonate a bomb implanted into my ass pussy. As I finally get all of the solution out, I check the toilet for the verdict- clean as fuck. After I casually rinse everything off with hot water and set it to dry while i'm off being a whore. I test the code in the padlock, obtain a few needle-free syringes from my bag to fill my ass with thick silicone lube as soon as I arrived (I once leaked lube onto a rental car seat... NEVER again made that mistake again), and prepare my jock. After waiting another 20mins to ensure I wouldn't have any accidents on the way over, I got ready to head over to Manifest. "Lube, poppers, syringes, small towel for the car seat just incase I'm extra cumy, and cash." I said to myself quietly as if the NSA was listening on my cumdump adventures. Checked my phone, ugh the girlfriend texted as usual. "How's work?" Replied "Typical night here, how are the cats?". I love this girl, but I have a deep and dark desire for cock and cum. I took my extra PreP pill with a full glass of water right before grabbing the keys and walking out of the room. I use the service stairs as not to see any muggles on the way to my rental car. I arrive an hour after it started. The parking lot is full of a mixture of vehicles. I check to make sure I have everything in my pockets and head to the door. "BEEP BEEP" the shitty rental car responded as I locked it. As I approached the door I passed by a few randoms, saw some people creeping in their cars- the glow of Grinder and BBRT illuminating their faces, others scurrying off. The lobby was empty as usual. I paid my club dues, and stepped into the world of unprotected bareback sex. A few guys I remembered from my previous trips were spotted. The overly friendly fat guy with glasses that works there said hey baby to me. I'm personally not into small talk. I'm here for cock and cum. Not gossip and bs., but I nicely great him back, My asshole tingled as I located an empty locker. I stripped and stuffed my shit neatly inside. Ugh fuck my girlfriend texted again. I responded, then grabbed the lube, syringe, and poppers then headed over to the bathroom after I had locked the it. In the bathroom I checked my ass, lubed it, and took a prefuck piss. "Finally I'm ready !" I thought to myself. With poppers and extra lube in hand I headed towards the moaning to start my quest for loads. A few guys lined the hallways, creepy lol. The first sling room and fuck rooms were occupied. The gloryholes were available. I stepped in, locked the door, and glanced to see which hole I should press my ass against. If you look through the holes you can tell of the door is open or closed. Not the person themselves. The hole behind the door was occupied, so I casually brush my hole against it. Nothing. Finally a finger stroked my cheeks and i spread wide and press my ass agains the hole. A thick slick cock nudges my hole. Fuck I need poppers. I open my fresh poppers and take take a steady hit as the unknown cock slides home. I groan to myself and take another sniff of poppers. The top begins to slide slowly into my slick ass pussy as a great pace. I just keep my ass in place and relaxed as he pumps and pumps. "Is he black?" I thought, "he feels like he could be with his thick cock." BBC give nice rides. Feeling him speed up a little, I brace myself for deeper and harder thrusting. I decided to recap my poppers and hold on. FASTER and FASTER. All of a sudden I feel an extra wetness within my ass. He fucks me for another few mins and pulled put leaving a slight cum trail. I love this feeling. The top turns to another hole for oral, I add some lube to my happy ass, and I slip out from the booth. I decide to take a minor break and check out the rest of the club. There was a good crowd tonight. The typical guys were on the sofas in the video lounges getting blowjobs. Not my thing. Two things I won't to, go shoe-less at the bathhouse, and dick. Sorry guys! My ass in available for any bodily fluids you wish to deposit though. The guy really large and hairy guys was still in the sling. I honestly felt kinda bad for him. The two semi sling/fuck booths in the little hallway were unoccupied as usual. The slings with a view of the projectors had some action going on. Some older guys rubbed my chest hair as I walked by. I decided it was time to totally immerse myself in bareback man sex within the dark room. I honestly think they should make the darkroom larger and add another sling, but that's just me. The darkroom smelled like men, cum, and bad decisions. All of which I too was guilty of enjoying. Once again a few guys lined the entrance ways. I find that sooo annoying. Don't just stand there and look at guys as they enter and leave, either you're in or out. To be continued.....

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.......

Yesterday it was a nice and hot day here at the beach. I was free from work so Decided to go to the nudebeach a couple of miles from here. It was early so I got one of the better spots in the dunes and started tanning. Half an hour later a younger straight couple came by and landed a couple meters furder from where I was. They couldn't see me half but I could see the spot were the guy was laying very clear. I would say that they where around 19 and both look very hot and sexy. The guy had short dark hair, a swimmersbody and a nice cock between hit leggs. The girl had long blond hair, firm tits and a slim body. Since I am gay she looked nice, but I was hot for him. After an hour I went for a swim and it was not to long after I was in the sea that the couple came and joined me. We started talking and they told me they where from germany. They told me they live at a trailerpark and loved to be naked all day. After our swim they came and lay with me. They asked me stuff about my hometown and why I was there alone. When I told them I have a daddy and that he was on holliday they where interested in my sexlife. I told them some things and I saw the guy getting hard. The girl told me that they dated a lot of couples and that they both are bi-sexual and loved to fool around with the samesex whet they dated couples. After a while her phone rang and she told us she was going for a walk while talking to the phone. When she was out of sight the guy (who introduced himself as Danny) came and sit close to me. He said that he was hard because of my stories and said that I had a nice big dick. He grabbed my dick and started stroking it. I was so horny that I took his dick in my mouth and I started sucking him. His cock tasted like sex and I loved it. After a couple of minutes he came down on my cock and sucked me like a pro. When my cock was rockhard and wet he lay in front of me and lined his hole in frond of my cock. I was surprised, but shoved it in his ass and by my surprise he was wet and open. I started fucking him hard and he whispered in my ear that I needed to be quick. I moaned and told him he had a nice lose and wet hole. Sloppy you mean he said and told me he loved baresex. That brpught me over the edge and I shoot my load deep in his willing hole. When I finished I pulled out and he sucked me clean. He gave me a note and told me to call him an hpur after they wpuld leave. After half an hour Sandy came back and told me they needed to go because she was meeting a friend in an other city and that danny needed to go to the gym. After 15 minutes I got so excited that I packed up my stuff and went home. On the way home I watched the nudes I took from Danny when we finished fucking and my cock was throbbing. Finally home I took a shower, cleaned my ass and put on some porn. When the hour was passed I picked up my phone and called Danny. He picked up the phone in a sec and moaned that he was licking up my sperm and wanted my adress. After 10 minutes he nocked on my door and there he was, tanktop, sweatpants and sneakers. When he came in he took down my sweatpants and started sucking my hard cock. I grabbed his head and fucked his mouth hard and deep. Then I turned around and he licked my ass, damn was I in heaven. We did some dirtytalk and he stoot up and shoved his hard 7 inch in my willing hole. He fucked me hard for a couple of minutes saying he loved fucking gayguys bareback. After speeding up his pace he breeded me deep and I felt his sperm shoot deed inside me. Damn was I in heaven again. We kissed like crazy and I led him to my bedroom. We took some beer and he begged me to fuck him hard all day. My cock was rockhard and he started telling me he loved cheating his girl and even lets his friends seduce his girl and let them fuck her. I grabbed him and rammed my barecock in his wet hole. I fucked him hard, dumped my load and continuing to fuck him. After 3 hours of fucking I dumped my 6th load of the day and collapsed beside him. His hole was dripping my cum and even I had a wt hole with 3 loads in it. He told me it was the hottest man on man sex he had ever had and that he loved all the cum in his ass. He didn't asked my status but only told me he loved the risk. He left after we took a shower and told me he would be back the next day till his holliday ends in about 4 weeks.. I am still rockhard writing this and he just left an hour ago with 2 loads in his ass.. Who knows I write down more stories to come. I hope my daddy will like him when he comes back next sunday..

Part 3. As he stood there motionless to gather his thoughts, I was quite. Looking around questioning myself of why I was there. The thought, again, came across my mind of why Jason referred to “We” in his email introduction. Finally, I spoke up. “Uh, I’m not totally clueless. I suspect that you want to have a threeway, right?” My cock became hard in saying that. Jason turned around and looked at me with a deviant look on his face. He was glowing from the flames off the fireplace. His eyes were aglow with shimmering red from the reflection of the flames of the fire. Jason spoke, “You are so right! But it’s more than a threeway. My ‘family’…my ‘brothers’ and I number in size. We would love to have you join us.” “Well, you can count me in. It sounds like a hot time!” I said. “When?” Jason reached out with his arm and latched onto my arm to literally lift me up from the couch. We went down the dark hallway. I literally was holding on to him in the darkness. We went to a back room. And, stopped. He snapped his finger and a dirty dingy dull light came on. It was a sleazy bedroom with black walls with scribbled in red glossy paint, various sayings, quote, symbol and prayers. and, a dirty large bed. Jason reach into the closet and said “ strip down and put this robe on.” he turn and reached to an adjoining side door, into another bedroom. As I stripped, I flung off my clothes to the side. I picked up the black robe and dropped it on me. It was silky smooth and felt good against my body. Jason already was standing in the doorway and told me to follow him. I think Jason was admiring my naked body from afar. We went back down the hallway and to another hallway that was much shorter in length. At the end, Jason open the door and a warm breeze came out. It let to stairs that were dimly lit. There was a scent of innocence burning. The stairs creaked as I stepped down barefoot. At the base of the stairs, Jason flung on his hood and grabbed mine to cover up my head. We walled down a corridor that had black smooth walls that glistened. Off in the distant was chanting. And a putrid piss smell wafting into my nostrils. It smelled like a mens bathroom that had never been cleaned. At the end of the corridor was a room that was lit by candles. I can see shadows on the wall moving and swaying. The chanting became louder. I stood at the end of the corridor and I was amazed to see it vastly open up into a large sub open space. In the center of the room was a slab. Around the room were a dozen or so men in similar black robes standing and swaying around the altar. Chanting in the back ground from an unknown source. Around the room were idols of demon like figure. Grotesque faces looking down from the corner ceiling. And a couple of cauldrons that were bubbling away with the smell of piss. I guess I hesitated too long, because Jason pushed me further in with his body to block me from leaving. Escorted up to the black/gray slab altar I was able to see the entry way being sealed off by a thick door. The spacious room was black walls. There were pentagrams on the walls and the floor. aside from various demon figures was a large horned figure with an enormous cock holding an orb that shined dull red. A voice spoke up from one of the hooded figures. “Welcome brothers! HAIL Sarah Palin!”. All returned a reply! “HAIL Sarah Palin!”

If they mention parTy, boom blocked !

The Golden Coin - Part III Ben lost track of time in Andros Manor. When he asked how long he had been there, no one would give him an answer. Ben had endured “cleaning” twice now, and the Gray May would only say how much he had enjoyed their “conversations” - though Ben could not recall what any of them had been about. He was certain, however, that at least a week had passed since he arrived. He had eaten at least that many meals, and Jamail had been escorting him to a room with workout equipment and instructing him to lift weights – Ben had apparently told the Gray Man he had been wanting to build up his body but had never had the opportunity. Ben did not remember saying this, but Jamail pushed him hard, and his body felt sore as a consequence. One day after lunch, John informed Ben that he was called for. The Gray Man met him at the foot of the broad main stairwell. "Benjamin,” he said. “Please go upstairs to the first room on the left. I will be there in a moment." As Ben climbed the carpeted stairs, he could hear no sound except the ticking of a clock somewhere, as though all sound in the house were muffled. At the top he found the room and entered. The room contained only four items, the most prominent of which looked something like an elaborate exercise machine; next to it, a small table, a stool, and nearby along the wall, a cupboard of some kind. Ben heard the door close, and saw that the Gray Man had entered. "Please go over to the frame," the Gray Man instructed him. “Look,” said Ben, “I figure I've been here almost a week. People are going to be wondering where I am. I could lose my job.” “You are still thinking like a man with limitations,” said the Gray Man. “Everything is in order. Your employer was quite satisfied – one might say ecstatic – with the compensation he received in lieu of your extended absence, and your job – whatever it might have been – will be waiting for you should you ever choose to return to it. You have no dependents, and your extended family understands that you are recuperating from a sudden illness at an exclusive health resort, with the best of care. Your bills are paid, your debts are in hand, your cat is with your sister. As I said, I guarantee that you will succeed on the course you have chosen. Now please, go over to the frame.” Ben numbly approached the metal framework and the Gray Man positioned him in front of it. The man attached a leather cuff with a metal ring to each of Ben's ankles, and his wrists, then attached the rings to points on the framework. He shifted a lever, which tilted the framework backward, raising Ben nearly horizontal to the other man's hip level. Moving to Ben's head, he placed a blindfold over Ben's eyes. Ben then felt him wrap something around his head, securing the blindfold in place and blocking the slightest ray of light. From that point, every sound seemed amplified, every touch magnified. Ben tried to determine by sound what the Grey Man was doing, but the room seemed to fall silent. As minutes passed into more minutes, Ben's anxiety began to build. An unexpected tug on the hem of Ben's pants was followed by the metallic snip of shears, and the rip of fibers as the sheaers cut through the leg of his pants all the way to his knee. A hand silently ran along the exposed flesh, then did the same with the opposite leg. Bit by bit, moving from leg to arm to the neck of Ben's shirt, the shears continued cutting and ripping his clothing – the hands testing, kneading, caressing each part of his body as it was revealed. Pulling the cloth away from Ben's chest, fingers lingered over his nipples, one at a time, thumbing and flicking them until they became tense and hard. The shears slowly cut downward, exposing Ben's belly, and with equal deliberation the scissors crept up the inside of his thighs. They snipped and pared with precision, until only Ben's fresh pair of tight briefs remained, then two slices along his hipbones left only loose fabric covering his most private areas. For interminable minutes the hands did nothing, touched nothing, until at last they snatched away the last vestige of modesty and Ben's cock felt the cool of the open air, and, as Ben imagined in his humiliation, the intensity of the Gray Man's gaze. Though Ben saw nothing from beginning to end of the ordeal, his mind's eye displayed crystal-clear images of what the hands did to him from then forward, though he could only guess at the tools. The hands gathered his balls and pushed them through a tight metal cockring, then pulled his cock through behind, and then strokked his penis to an unwilling firmness in the slightly tight ring. They pulled his scrotum taut so that his balls stood out like tight, shiny orbs. Some narrow implement next was traced down the lines of his body, now down his inner thighs, now across the contours of his belly, now up the length of his bobbing shaft - then, SNAP! Something whipped painfully across the end of his cock, directly across the frenulum. Ben gasped in pain and surprise. THWAP! He gasped again, this time for the dull impact across his straining testicles. Then, WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP, the feeling of my cockshaft being whipped without mercy, punctuated by strikes to his balls, his belly, his thighs, the insides of his arms, and his nipples, as rapid as an expert on a drum kit. Ben's breath came fast and shallow. The narrow implement was then applied to the bottoms of Ben's feet, repeatedly, and behind knees, but shortly returned to another round of cock-whipping. After a few moments, the whipping suddenly stopped, and Ben sensed movement to his other side, where the table stood. The clink of metal caught ear. A hand deftly raised his cock upright, and Ben felt the cool of some thick liquid applied to its head, then the cooler sensation of some smooth metal touching the tip. In the next second his breath caught - the smooth metal had entered the end of his cock and had begun worming its way inside. Before, when Jamail had used his fingers to milk him, he had not imagined being more intimately violated – now he realized how mild an intrusion that had been. This object, creeping deeply into his shaft, worked its way to the root of the most private sensation he could feel. It paused, impaling his rigid cock, and then by gravity invaded to his core. Ben couldn't hold back a moan… and he heard, from the other, a sound of satisfaction. A soft laugh? Perhaps. Not content with this debasement, the hands removed the metal rod and substituted it with a thicker one, stretching the inside of Ben's shaft. The hands seemed to take pleasure in raising the rod up again and again and then releasing it, allowing gravity to draw it downward, deeper, each time overcoming the resistance of Ben's body a bit more, until it defeating him completely. At last the hands left the rod impaled at its deepest penetration within Ben's cock, and turned back to the table. Ben heard now for the first time a sound he would later come to fear - a loud BZZZZZZZZZZ of some device, which without warning connected against the handle of the metal rod. An intense vibration passed along the rod and beat violently against Ben's prostate deep inside. He writhed in his restraints, crying out. After minutes of this treatment that left Ben's chest heaving, the hand withdrew the rod. After a moment a new object was placed over his glans, circling around the head of my cock and entering a short distance into the slit. Ben felt his finger at my anus, touching it with cool, thick liquid, quickly followed by the cold feel of metal, but thicker. With a push the hand forced the steel plug into him, settling the base snugly in his hole. Ben heard the click of buttons, and then his sphincter clenched involuntarily as a buzz of electricity shot through his pelvis, searching its way up the length of his cock to find its pole in the electrode placed on his cockhead. Pulse after pulse after pulse caused Ben's cock to spasm and bob involuntarily, in time with the clenching of his asshole. Ben began moaning, unaware of his own sounds. Soon he discovered that his tormentor could vary the pulse of the electricity, and its intensity, and with each new pattern of shocks Ben's body reacted on its own, in a new way. The hands applied pads of some sort to Ben's inner thighs, to his lower belly, to his sac, each time forging new paths for the current, each time intensifying it. Ben's mouth hung open in silent cries of shock and pain. Finally all the electrodes were removed except the original ones at Ben's cockhead and ass, and the power began gradually ramping upward… up… and up… and up… until the surges of current felt as though they were convulsing Ben's entire pelvis. At this point another sensation - WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP – the narrow switch began mercilessly whipping Ben's cockshaft again. Ben's mind rebelled - his eyes rolled in his head and he began to drift in a haze of pain, his entire body shaking uncontrollably. And then it all suddenly stopped. Ben sucked in breath audibly, his chest heaving. In a moment, he heard again the BZZZZZZZZ of the device that had touched the rod in his cockshaft. This time, the hand planted its buzzing head squarely on his asshole. "GAAHH!" Ben cried, from the intensity of the vibration, and again when it shifted it to his nutsac. The hands were testing, seeking those places where Ben's body would betray him, to reveal his sensitivity. In the next instant, they found their target. They placed the thing - Ben could only think of it now as some evil Thing - underneath his cockhead, directly on his frenulum, pressed downward slightly, and BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. "Oh, GOD!" Ben shouted - he had never experienced a stimulation that intense in his life. "Stop! Please stop! Ohhhhhgggggg….. I'm going to…. " The device stopped. Ben's body heaved in sweat and sexual frustration, drawing ragged breaths. Suddenly, the blindfold and wrapping were pulled away, and he found himself blinking at the intent face of the Gray Man, who was holding something in front of Ben's face. “Benjamin! Look carefully. Look very carefully at what I am holding. From this moment forward, this is the token of your future life. This is the call you must always answer. This is who you are. This is your body, and your soul. LOOK.” He held before Ben's eyes a golden coin. In the next second, the electricity surged again, igniting Ben's entire sexual being. WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP went the switch onto his cock and balls. BZZZZZZZZZZZ – the device assaulted his frenulum. “Now,” said the Gray Man, “open your eyes and look upon this coin...” Ben forced his frantic eyes to look at the shinging gold circle as every single aspect of his being shrunk to a single, inescapable conclusion. “Benjamin,” said the Gray Man, “CUM.” Ben's mind unspun. His back arched, his toes curled obscenely, he strained every restraint, and his cock pulsed against his will, shooting thick ropes of cum across my belly and chest in spite of the electrode blocking his slit. Each pulse of liquid cum increased the intensity of the electric charge coursing through his cock, causing it to contract with greater violence. This could not be called an orgasm – this had been ripped out of him. It could be described no other way. When Ben's cock stopped convulsing, the Gray Man turned off the power and removed the electrodes, put away his tools, and stood up. Of the golden coin there was no sign. He wiped off his hands with a hand towel and left it on the chair. Ben still lay in the frame, his semen liquefying and running down his body onto the floor. Ben could smell it pungently. The Gray Man went to the door and opened it. “You were superb,” he said, glancing back. “Good boy. I now have no doubt in the ultimate outcome of your training. I can scarcely wait to get underway.” He exited the room, and the door closed behind him. **As a little Easter Egg, for those of you kind enough to have read this far, I'll share a secret - a big chunk of this chapter is autobiographical. ?

[@Petereater - Sorry - I'm a novelist. I suck at short stories. This is likely to go on for a little while. (: ] The Golden Coin - Part II “What is your name?” asked a voice, deep and foundational. “Benjamin... Ben.” Darkness surrounded him, and when he tried to move, his body did not seem to obey him. “Why can't I see? Where am I?” “This is the Adjustment Layer,” said the voice. “This is the place you've chosen for us to have our conversations. You chose this place because it is warm, and you are safe here. It is a good place. We have been enjoying our talks, you and I.” The Gray Man. The voice was his. “Why can't I move?” “There is no need to move. You are completely relaxed. We are in the Adjustment Layer, and you are safe here, just where you chose to be. How old are you, Ben?” “I'm 34.” “Are you married, Ben?” “No.” “No. I remember. that is what you told me before.” When? Ben thought. When did he ask me before? Yet he had a strange sense that this conversation had already taken place... more than once, even. “The beauty of women is not to every man's taste,” the Gray Man said. “I believe you are a man with varied tastes, as befits a man who is meant to live an unfettered life. What do you think of my butler, John? How does he look to you?” Suddenly a light came on in front of him, a spotlight shining downward on John, who stood naked facing him. John's arms were raised, his hands clasped behind his head, creating a classic V physique. The arrow of muscle terminated in a large penis, hanging turgid, pointing eight inches toward the ground. The light went out. “What about Samuel?” Another spotlight to his left illuminated Samuel, also nude, posed sidelong to Ben's view, his belly taut and chiseled, his fully erect cock pointed skyward and throbbing up and down with each beat of Samuel's heart. The light went out. “What do you think of Jamail?” To Ben's right, a spotlight reflected off Jamail's rounded biceps and bunched chest muscles, as he gripped a nine-inch cock with both hands and pointed it it at Ben, and tilted his head back in passion. The light went out. “These are images from your own deepest desire, Ben. We are in the Adjustment Layer, where everything is what you desire. This is where you learn the truth about yourself, from the one who knows you best... you. “It has been remarkable to have these conversations with you – to witness such drive, such motivation to become something new, to see a man reach deep within himself to convert his innermost desires into fuel for permanent change. “I have hardly ever seen a man with such focus on a calling, but each time we speak of this, you summon up the same images – images of superior men who could value you. Such men will value you. You yourself have revealed your purpose, through the images embedded deep within your own subconscious – you are meant to serve superior men, and you will be excellent.” As the Gray Man spoke, his voice seemed to surround Ben, to pass over and through him. Was it actually the Gray Man speaking, or Ben's own mind explaining itself to him in a voice he found filled with authority? Those men – Samuel, John, Jamail – had he really been having thoughts of them naked? Really, deep down, and not realized it? Ben had never done anything with a guy before... he was just... awkward around other people. “Ben, this has been a very interesting conversation. I think we have made excellent progress today. We can return to the Adjustment Layer any time you wish. All I have to do is say the words, “Adjustment Layer,” and we'll be back here again, warm and safe, just as you have chosen. For now, though, it is time for you to wake up. When I say the word “arise”, you will count slowly to ten, and then you will find yourself fully awake and refreshed, and sexually aroused like a healthy male. Ben, arise.” Ben counted, “One, two, three, four... “ and everything around him seemed to gradually brighten. When he reached ten, his eyes opened to a fully lit room with a simple couch and a chair, adjacent to a large tiled bathroom. He found himself wearing only a towel around his waist. He was alone. He felt a familiar need, and his cock began to stir. The glass door to the bathroom then opened, and Samuel, also towel-clad, entered and beckoned to him. “Time to clean,” he said. Samuel's body looked exactly as Ben had seen it in his mind. Ben couldn't stop himself from wondering if Samuel's member also looked the same under his towel. The bathroom had a spacious showering area with multiple shower heads connected to extensions so that they could be lifted off to shower different parts of the body. Samuel started a shower and adjusted the temperature. As he did so, Jamail and John both entered, both in towels. “Is he ready for cleaning?” Jamail asked Samuel. “As ready as he'll ever be.” The three of them removed their towels and set them aside. Ben's eyes moved from one crotch to the next, confirming that the images he had seen had been real. John lifted the shower head of its hook, and Ben noticed that the head seemed unusual – very narrow, streamlined, and smooth. In one quick move, Samuel pulled of Ben's towel, and Jamail quickly brought him to a kneeling position, then forced his chest to the floor. “Wait, what - “ “We're helping you clean,” Jamail said. “Don't struggle. It's gonna take a while.” Ben felt a finger touch his anus with some slick substance, then slowly force its way in. “Mm,” said John. “Verrry tight. He'll definitely have to be loosened up... you know, before.” “Oh, fuck yeah,” said Jamail. “He'll get split in two otherwise.” A moment later, hard metal replaced the finger as the shower head made its way inside Ben's hole. He felt the warmth of the water begin to fill him inside, and he started to wriggle in Jamail's hold, but the black man clamped down. “Let it in, baby. Let it in. We're gonna fill you up and rinse you out til you're hollow.” Samuel gradually increased the water flow, and Ben felt his belly swell. The current ran across his prostate, stiffening his erection. After a few minutes, he gasped and began to breathe heavily, and Jamail pulled him up. John ran strong hands over Ben's taut and bulging gut. “Hold it in until I tell you,” he said. He went behind Ben and brought his hands around Ben's front and began massaging his abdomen. Ben could feel John's cock pressing against him from behind. Samuel reached down casually and ran a thumb up the underside of Ben's cock, teasing out a long thread of precum. He smirked. “Okay, go to that toilet and let all the water out,” John said. Ben hobbled quickly over and released his bowels, embarrassed, as the others watched intently. After the first release, John came over and massaged his gut again to prompt him to release twice more. “Right,” he finally said. “Let's go again.” “What!” “Til you're hollow,” repeated Jamail. By the third time, Ben didn't think any part of his insides could get any wetter. By the fifth time, Ben began to feel violated. The other three men had started to use their fingers to spread his hole open to peer inside, and explore. After the seventh filling, the water from Ben's ass had all come out clear. “Is he hollow yet?” asked Samuel. “Almost,” said Jamail. Jamail bent Ben over and and Samuel took hold of Ben's cock by the root, behind his balls. Then Jamail inserted two of his long, strong fingers into Ben's waterlogged hole, sought out ben's swollen prostate, and pressed hard. “AH!” cried Ben. “Oh, no!” Ben felt a gush of cum rise up from the depths of him and flow like a stream out his rigid cock. He wasn't cumming – they had just milked him, like an animal. Jamail pressed even harder, and another pulse of white liquid gushed out. Ben felt a wave of shame begin to wash over him... but then he saw their eyes – shining with excitement, with triumph at what they'd been able to make him do. “Now he's hollow,” said Jamail. “Yeah," said Samuel, "but that's wasteful.” “True,” said Jamail, and Jamail reached over and held Ben's mouth open while Samuel, who had caught Ben's cum in the cup of his hand, emptied what he held onto Ben's astonished tongue. Jamail then held his mouth closed, and Samuel stroked Ben's throat until he swallowed. “Now everything's cleaned up,” Samuel said. He, Jamail and John tidied the shower area, gathered their towels, and left Ben on his knees on the tiles, water still dripping out his ass, and the taste of his own semen lingering on his tongue. Ben knew he would never forget that taste. It tasted of something he had done, he himself, with his own body, that had pleased those powerful men. He had excited them. They had been interested in his body, explored his body. What if he could always... He stopped, and shook his head. What was he thinking? What the hell just happened? He shivered suddenly, found his towel and wrapped it around him. How long had he been in this bizarre mansion, anyway? It was time to find the door... “Benjamin,” said a voice over an intercom, deep and foundational. “Adjustment Layer.”

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on my way home from the bathhouse lastnight/early morning. walking home in tiny girl shorts with trickles of cum visibly dripping down both legs to my socks lol a guy on the street approached and said "hey cumdump.looks like youve been busy.you dont recognize me but ive probably fucked you 15 to 20 times in the bathhouse. youre usually blindfolded. come with me and i will give you a load" we went to his nearby apartment.him n his roommate fucked me. he said hes fucked me a few times and loves my hole "its always so sloppy" they both dumped 2 loads in me in 20 minutes

1. Jon "No need for it to stop at all," I said. I had just watched Seth fuck my husband, and my dick was once more sticking out rock-hard between my legs. It felt good to be erect again, to feel the power of masculinity in my hands, and to know what hidden power flowed in my bloodstream. "Ready for another load?" Almost simultaneously, Cal and Seth turned to me. But, rather than looking at me squarely in the eyes, their attention was focused on my erection. "Yeah," the two of them muttered at the same time, a chorus of unmitigated desire. "Thirsty boys," JP said. I nodded in agreement. It was good to see that Seth was so comfortable around us that he was able to express his needs so readily. It would make the rest of the weekend much more fun for all of us. In addition, I hoped it would make it far easier for him to accept the path we all wanted him to walk down. "I think we should give the guest of honor first dibs," I said. I wanted to get back inside of Seth and I wanted my load to find fertile ground. Seth smiled and edged a bit closer to me on the bed. "I think tonight, I want Variety," he said. I reached out and grabbed him, pulling him up against me. On the other side of the bed, I saw Cal and JP embrace. JP was playing with Cal's hard cock but I knew that was only foreplay. In a few minutes, JP and I would have our raw cocks in the younger men. "How did it feel?" I whispered into Seth's ear. His body was pressed against me, and I could feel how hot and sweaty he was from fucking JP. "Fucking my husband?" I grabbed his ass, my finger instinctively searching out his hole. Seth moaned as my fingertips brushed against his anus. "Amazing," he finally said. "Hot. Wet. Hungry." I stuck the tip of my finger into Seth's wet hole, and the boy moaned again. "It felt really good to be inside of him." He reached down and grabbed my erection. Despite the activity of the night, it was once more a steel shaft. "To be where you have been so many times." "Yeah," I said. When we first started dating, I had counted every time we had fucked, but quickly lost track. It had been a different era; the virus we both bore was still scary and unpredictable and demanded soul-deadening layers of protection. But it hadn't mattered with JP. We could fuck raw. We could lose the inhibitions that had held us back and re-discover the stimulations that had gotten us infected. "He's a good fuck," I said. It was a gross summary, but it was enough. "Yeah," Seth said, almost wistfully. I felt his dick press against my thigh; with the energy of youth, he was hard again. "But I wanna get fucked again." He reached down and grabbed my dick. "Fucking hard daddy dick." I kissed him. It had been hot to hear him call JP his daddy. I remembered the conversation with JP earlier, about Seth joining our family and about Seth getting my full potency. "I want another load of that hot daddy cum in me," Seth said. He didn't know it, but he made a decision. I wasn't going to stop the fun tonight in order to take my meds. My dick must have twitched. "Yeah," Seth said. "You wanna pound it into me?" This weekend's fucking would be purely symbolic; it would be several days before the last of the toxins cleared from my bloodstream and my virus would be able to flourish once more. It was the curse of being the responsible adult. I was the one who took care of the family, the one who made sure the drugs where clean and fresh and the one who made sure we all stayed healthy enough. But I was also the one who made sure our conquests went home not just conquered but utterly defeated. So, this evening, it had fallen to me to ensure that Seth had no line of defense against my family's weapons. Seth had never even bothered with a physical barrier, and JP and I had already replaced his chemical weapons. Now, it was my job to work in the toxic seed that my husband and our boy had already donated to Seth. I kissed the young man again. "I do," I said. "I want fuck you deep. And shoot my load into you." "I want that," Seth said. "I want it inside of me. Fucking me. Breeding me." "Me too," I whispered into his ear. We kissed again, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. My dick was twitching, unhappy with our foreplay. I repressed the urge to just shove it into Seth. There was plenty of time this weekend for us to play. I wanted to get to know Seth better and get him to better trust me. "You feel so good on the inside." "I want it," he said. We continued to kiss as Seth gently stroked my cock, teasing it into a perfect erection. Beside us, Cal was already on his back with legs spread wide and JP was lining his cock up. "Give it to me," Cal mumbled. "Give me your poz cock." There was a grunt from JP, a sound I knew well as the sound of him pushing his dick into a wet hole. "Oh fuck," Cal moaned in pleasure. Seth turned to watch for a second, just in time to see JP's long, unsheathed pozdick disappear into Cal's raw boyhole. "Fuck," he said. "Fuck me?" he asked as he turned around and pulled his cheek back. His asshole was glistening with lube and cum and pulsing with desire. "Please?" he asked again. If I had any doubts about fucking him, the unconcealed need in his voice convinced me. I spit on my hand and quickly lubed up my dick. He had taken so many loads already from me and my family that the spit was superfluous. But it was part of the ritual, making sure that he got as many of my fluids as possible. "Of course, boy," I said. My dickhead was pulled to his asshole like a magnet, and it was trivial to line up for the penetration. I rested some of my weight on the boy and there was a pop sound. I had forced my cock into him. "Fucking fat daddy cock," Seth mumbled. He spread his legs slightly and several inches of my dick slid into his anus. "Long daddy dick," Seth grunted. He arched his back and another three inches of my cock entered him. "I want all of it." I pushed the last few inches into him. With the exquisite sensitivity of bareback sex, I felt each lake and reservoir of semen in his ass as I pushed deep into him. I believed I could even tell the difference between the three men, the youthful energy of Cal's spooge, the mature wisdom of JP's jizz, and the repressed power of my own semen. "Fuck boy," I grunted. "Gonna give you all of it." "Fuck me hard, Daddy" Seth grunted, as we began to find a rhythm for our strokes and parries. "Of course boy," I said. "You make my dick feel so fucking good." "Fat fucking Daddy cock," Seth grunted. He pushed his ass back against me, forcing my dick deeper into his hole. "Fucking hot pozdaddy pounding my hole." I paused for a second; I was surprised to hear Seth call me his pozdaddy. But, before I could do anything else, Seth pushed back against my dick again, forcing my infected shaft deeper into his raw hole. "Fucking hard cock, dripping in your hole," I mumbled, not sure what else to say. "But," I started. "But, it's safe," Seth said, completing my sentence. "You're undetectable. I'm on prep. We can enjoy this." "Yeah," I said, as I grabbed his hips and started to properly fuck his hole. The accumulated semen squished back and forth. The feeling of the sperm triggered old feelings of anger and desire. "Your hole. So fucking wet." "It's you cum," Seth said. "Cal's cum. JP's cum." It was anger, that no matter what, I would always be carrying this disease. It would mark me forever and I could only be truly together with another man that carried the same virus. For desire, it was that I wanted to share my gift with so many more men. "And you'll get plenty more this weekend." Even though I had received it from an anonymous man, I wanted Seth to know exactly who had gifted him. "Fuck yeah," Seth said. If he was this open to being fucked and bred when he had just smoked a bit of weed, I wondered what kind of pig Seth would turn into when he was high on crystal meth. If I was lucky, he would be far past worrying about viral load and prep status, and instead, focused solely on the pleasure of two men engaging in raw, uninhibited fucking. "Fucking give me your load, Jon." He craned his head back to meet my lips. We kissed, deeply and passionately, enjoying the feeling of connection we had. I had my cock deep in his hole; he had his tongue deep in my mouth. We were sharing the most intimate of experiences, and all that mattered was the two of us. Even JP and Cal fucking next to us receded into the distance. "Fucking going to breed you boy," I muttered, before sticking my tongue into his mouth. My dick was rock hard. My cock was slick with my family's sperm. My shaft was pounding the boy's hole. I was a man. I was strong and virile. I was masculine and powerful. Underneath me was my boy, still young and inexperienced, but hungry for the exploits he had fantasized about. There was something special about helping a boy discover how perfect getting bred feels and I was ready to be that educator. "Oh god Jon. So fucking hard." I just nodded, and wrapped an arm around his torso, pulling him up against me. "Fucking hot boy. Getting fucked like a pro." He was gasping a bit with each stroke, even as he moaned. "Give it to me," he said. "Give it to me," with each of my strokes. "You're gonna take my dick?" I asked him. He nodded. "Yeah," he said, before repeating his mantra. "Give it to me." "You're gonna take my load?" I asked him. He nodded. "Of course," he said and then promptly repeated his phrase. "You're gonna take any load I tell you to?" The three of us were really just his welcoming party. The real party would begin tomorrow, and the gentle drip of cum that was escaping from his hole would turn into a veritable ocean of sperm. "Please, Daddy," he said. "Please give it to me." I wondered what he thought the "it" was referring to. Was it my cock, my jizz, or my virus? We had talked just enough about barebacking and HIV for me to know that although likely it was my jizz, it was ambiguous enough for me to wonder if he had been talking about my virus. "Give me your hot seed," he muttered, his breath hot against my cheek. If he wasn't thinking about the virus now, he would be tomorrow, when he was high on crystal. Seth was not just opening up emotionally to the reality of HIV. He was also opening up physically. There had been no resistance to me entering his ass and there was a noticeable difference in how easily I penetrated his body. Of course, some of this was because the three of us had been fucking him all night, but this was something more intrinsic than just a well-used hole. Seth had discovered the pleasures of bareback fucking and raw breeding. There was that familiar hunger; JP and I had felt it in each other, I had felt it in Cal, and now I was feeling it in Seth. A few more breedings, and Seth would never be able to tolerate a condom again. But, even though I had figured it out in just a few hours of carnal play, it would take Seth longer to fully understand, accept, and act on his fundamental needs and desires. "Fuck yeah, boy," I said. "Fill that hole with sperm." I pushed him down to the bed and then rolled him onto his side. Using my penis as an axle, I spun him around, onto his back. He rested his legs on my shoulders and I pushed my dick back into him. "Breed you, then fall asleep with my dick in your hole." He smiled. He reached up and pulled me down to him. We were close enough that my lips brushed up against his and his hazel eyes were staring right at me. "Promise?" he whispered. I stuck my tongue into his mouth and we made out for what seemed like an hour but might have only been a few seconds. "I promise, boy," I said. My dick twitched, and a bit of pre-cum leaked into him. It quickly melted away into the pools of semen already inside of Seth. But that didn't matter. If anything, it made it so much hotter. Here was a boy who was discovering the pleasures of getting fucked and I was the main man teaching him just how intense barebacking could be. "Get that hole dripping with cum." "Fuck, please, Jon? Fill me with your dad sperm?" I pushed in hard. I wanted to make him my boy and the only way to do it was to breed him deep. "Make me your boy?" he asked. "Fuck yeah, boy," I said. Between his smile on his face and the hunger in his hole, it was impossible to deny him something as simple and essential as a load of cum. "Fill you up good." He craned his neck up, and we kissed. There was no shame, no hesitation as we made out. It was a celebration of how close we had become and how important raw fucking was to that connection. "Thank you," he said. Beneath me, I felt his hard cock press into my torso. The hair on my stomach was already wet and sticky from the pre-cum Seth's cock was leaking out. "You're hard again boy," I said. "I know," he replied. "That's what getting fucked does to me. Specially getting fucked raw." "My husband's ass wasn't enough for you?" I asked. "I'm not sure I'm ever going to get enough," Seth said. "Good answer." The words barely expressed the hunger in his voice. It was good. I could work with his hunger. It would be good for both of us; we would both learn. Most of all, it would be fun. "I bet Cal wouldn't mind getting a load from you," I said. "Wh," he started and then paused. "What about you?" He was too young and too naive to have any guile about him. He was utterly transparent about his anxiety; it would have been far too easy to torment him by refusing to answer the question. But I had a much different tastes when it came to tortures and torments, and besides, his cock was hard, thick, and long. Of course I wanted to feel him fucking me. "You? Fucking me?" There was still a place to lightly torment the boy. He nodded. His ass had clenched around my dick, milking out a few more drops of my toxic pre-cum. He nodded. "Yeah," he said. His ass was still clenched tight. He was afraid I was going to pull out, deny him any pleasure at all. "Of course. You're going to be fucking me a lot. Trust me." He relaxed, and I pulled a few inches of my cock out. I glanced down, long enough see just how wet his hole was and how it had coated my shaft. "But tonight. Tonight, it's all about you." "Good. And tomorrow?" "Tomorrow. That's also about you. It's a party and you're the guest of honor." "Fuck," Seth grunted. I had just shoved my dick back into his hole; it was hard to tell if he was reacting to the party or to my cock. "Plenty of men coming over," I continued. "Plenty of cum for this beautiful hole." "I know," he said. He pulled me in close again and kissed me. "Your cum inside of me," he said. "It feels so good." "My cum. JP's cum." Before I could say it, he finished for me. "Cal's cum. In me." "Yeah," I said, then kissed him again. My raw dick was deep in his unprotected hole. His body was pressed against mine. His tongue was in my mouth. These were the pleasures that men would do anything to enjoy. "I'm dripping inside you." "I know. I can feel you." "You're going to get a lot more cum tomorrow." "I know." "Are you ready," I asked. "I think. I'm excited. And..." He trailed off a bit. "Scared?" I asked. "Yeah," he said. "A bit." He paused again. "Is that. I mean. Is that ok?" "Of course. It's natural." I kissed him again and pushed my dick all the way into his hole. I wanted him to feel me against him, make him feel safe and protected with me around. "Are you worried about anything in particular?" "I dunno. Everything. What if they don't like me?" "Like you?" I asked. "What if they don't think I'm hot? What if they don't like that I'm like them." "Relax, boy," I said. I moaned, as my cockhead rubbed up against an undisturbed pool of cum. The warm wetness squished around the flare of my dick. "You're plenty hot." I gently pushed in and out, just enough to spread semen further across his guts. "And like them?" "You know. One of them. In the club." His ass clenched again. "My boy. People care about your ass. Not your HIV status. Besides, these days, with Prep, who cares?" "My ass," he mumbled. "Do you like it?" "Yeah." I pushed my dick back into his hole. "You feel that? That's what your ass does to me. And you? You like that?" I thrust in and out of him. "Fuuuck," he moaned. I had managed to find his prostate and rubbed it with my dick. "Oh fuuuuck," he continued, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. "Fucking need a dick in me every night." "Several times a night." "Hell yeah," he said. He reached down and ran his finger around his hole, finding the line where he ended and I began. It was a dense, slippery, thin line and his finger ran around it, tracing out the exact circle where our bodies merged together. "You feel so good in me. So hard. So deep. So... male." "It feels to be in you. Feel you accepting me. So comfortable with me." "Please," he murmured. "Cum in me." His eyes were closed, and his hand had drifted from his hole to his cock. "I wanna fuck you too. Get my cock inside you." He slowly stroked his cock, already hard again so soon after fucking JP. "And inside Cal. And back into JP." I shoved my dick into him. "You want that? My cock inside of you?" "Yeah. All in good time, though." I kissed Seth again. This time, we took our time, swapping spit back and forth, listening to the grunts and groans of Cal and JP fucking beside us and to our own small moans and murmurs as we worked together to get me off. "Plenty of time to have a good time," he finally replied, as the kiss broke off. "Plenty of time." Beside us, JP's thrusts were getting faster, as his grunts were getting louder. It was a familiar tell from a man I knew intimately. He was getting close to cumming. "He's gonna cum," I said. "In Cal's hole. Raw hole." I sunk my dick into Seth. It was still slippery and wet from the accumulated cum and even so, I was going to add yet another load to his collection. "Fuck," he grunted, and pulled his legs back a little more, letting me push in even further. "Fuck me," he said. "Give it to me," Cal grunted. "Give me your poz load." "Fuck yeah, boy," JP said in reply. "Fill you up boy." "Give it to me." "Fucking take it!" JP moaned. His cock was thick and hard, pushing far into Cal's young, lithe body. "Take my load." "Give it to me. Knock me up," Cal grunted in response. "You're going to give me a load, aren't you?" Seth whispered into my ear. "Just like JP is breeding Cal?" "Yeah. For sure." We were both watching JP fuck Cal. "Fucking TAKE IT," JP said, louder than I think he expected. His cock slammed into Cal's hole one last time. Then, JP held it there as he gasped for air. "TAKE IT." "Breed me," Cal grunted as JP resumed his thrusts. But, these were longer and deeper. Each one was powered by the force of the orgasm and pushed deep into Cal's hole. "He's getting breed deep," I whispered into Seth's ear. "You want that?" "Yeah," Seth replied. His eyes were locked on the two men next to us. His expression suggested either aroused or repulsion, but his hard cock made it easy to figure out. "Fucking hot. Your raw dick in me. Dripping in me. Cumming in me." "Me too," I said. JP had plunged his cock into Cal one more time and then held it. "I love you boy," he said, before the two men kissed. "Fuck," Seth said. His dick was once more stiff, only this time there was a bead of pre-cum at the tip. "That was hot." "Yeah," I said. "I love you too," Cal replied. The two kissed again. It was an intimacy between two men that had built up over the years, a level of comfort and trust that could only be brought about by sharing fluids and all that came with them. "Fluid-bonded," they called it. It was a euphemism. Bug-brother was a better term. For a brief moment, I worried that Prep would kill that intimacy. But then I remembered my own poz cock, buried deep in a young man's unprotected hole. The virus always found a way. "I'm going to cum in you too," I said. "Good," Seth said. This time it was our turn to kiss. I let Seth's tongue push into my mouth and explore. As we kissed, Cal and JP disentangled themselves from each other. It was always a slightly awkward affair, pulling a man's cock from another man's ass. But the two men had years of experience doing it and executed as well as could be expected. Cal rolled over, just enough to be lying next to Seth. JP moved over, kneeling on the bed right behind me. JP wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close against his hairy chest. He leaned in and whispered into my ear. "Poz up our new boy," he said, just loud enough for me, and no one else, to hear. "Take my man's load," Cal whispered into Seth's ear. "Please, give it to me," Seth grunted. "Fucking fill me up." Seth was drifting into dangerously sleazy territories. The pot had lowered the boy's inhibitions quite a bit; it was going to be exciting to see what some tina would help him accomplish. JP had been thinking the same thing. "He's gonna be a real pig when he's tweaked," he whispered. Once more only the two of us could hear his commentary. I leaned back, pushing my dick further into Seth's hole. "I know. You should dose him." "With pleasure," JP answered. His cock had instinctively found my crack. It was still semi-hard and I felt the wetness from Cal's hole against my ass. "Just want to see you breed him," JP continued, this time loud enough for the boys to hear him. "You want my man to breed you?" Cal asked Seth. "Please, breed me," Seth answered. "Pound me raw and breed me deep," he managed to mumble, even as moans of pleasure showed that he had lost the capability for rational thought. "Fuck me." "Of course," I said, and shoved my dick back into him. His hole was perfectly warm, and sleazily wet. There was nowhere else I wanted to cum nor was there any reason to hold back on Seth's anus. It was clear that Seth was discovering his inner cum-hungry pig, and he would always take my dick. "Poz him," JP whispered in my ear. He had found a bottle of poppers and was holding it under my nose. "Share our dirty seed with him." My dick pulsed and throbbed as the poppers hit me. "Make him our boy. The son of our seed." My mind was slipping, into dangerous spaces. I was dripping pre-cum as my balls churned. I needed release. "Oh fuck," I grunted. "Oh fuuuuuck," I moaned as my balls clenched and my dick pulsed. "FUUUUUCK." I didn't worry who heard me. "He's seeding you," Cal said, between my yelps of pure pleasure. The yelps were in no known language, but the passionate intensity was immediately familiar to any man; they were the sounds of an orgasm. "Pumping you full of cum." "Fucking breed me, Jon," Seth moaned. He was feeling each white-hot spurt of semen; his breaths had been in perfect sync with each jet of cum. "Breed. Me," he grunted. "FUCK," I moaned. Two more spurts of cum shot into Seth's young hole. "FUCK," I moaned with one last sympathetic spurt from my dick. I had just enough energy left to roll Seth on his side and lie down behind him. I wrapped my arms around the boy, pulling him close to me. "I want to fall asleep with my dick in your hole," I said.

You are on your back, the dude with the huge dick is pumping your ass like he is possessed. You have no idea if he is poz or not, all you know is that his massive pole feels great going balls deep into your negative ass. New to barebacking, you quickly forget about the risks when you see a cock and start think how good it will feel slipping into your ass. But tonight is different. Tonight that magic dick is going to spew a toxic load into your tender ass and start your conversion. You are ten seconds from taking the stealth poz load that will change your life. And now, the process is launched and there is nothing you can do to reverse it. You are not poz yet, but you are seconds away from infection. At P (poz) minus 10, the process starts. All of the efforts of the top ramming his cock into your ass are about to pay off. The level of arousal is such that the orgasm that will convert you has started. Wham, the rear most sphincter in his piss tube slams such. This seals the tube on one and and keeps the piss out of the cum. P minus 9 sees the prostrate (with the piss tube running through it) begin to stir up the toxic stew that will deliver the virus to mucus membrane in you shit chute. P minus 8 and the front piss tube sphincter slams closed. Now, the prostates mix of sperm, virus, fluids and sperm food fills the sealed tube. The top knows the feeling of his cock swelling for orgasm. As the tube fills with that potentially lethal mix, his breathing deepens, his thrusts become my animalistic and he may start groaning as he enjoys the feel of his ever more engorged cock. P minus 6 and the tube is nearly full. While only 5 percent of the volume is sperm, there are as many as 500,000,000 of the little baby makers ready to make the swim of their lives----but will only die in the dark dank reaches of you queer asshole. There are a number of different fluids that are present as well---most of them are carrying the virus that will soon infect your body. P minus 5 and the top shouts OH GOD, and moves into the second phase of his virus inserting orgasm. The pressure in the closed off piss tube has reached the maximum and it signals the front sphincter to open suddenly. The built up cum pressure forces the poison wad to start moving toward your cock head. P minus 4 and the jizz is near the glans....the top's very meaty, mushroom cockhead. The state of overall arousal and the sensation of the dollop of cum reaching the glans combines for more action. The muscle like parts of that glorious piece of man meat start contracting. The top's work is nearly done. The tensing of the those cock control system expel the shot with great force.....as much as 80 miles per hour. And all you know is that you are enjoying a great fuck and you know Mr. Top is about to explode into your willing ass. The virus that causes HIV+ has been launched and will soon be residing you that ass you think is just being used for fun and sex. T minus 3 and the filthy load is out of the tip of the cock and free flowing towards the lining of your rectum. Splat and it hits you.....the virus is now yours and no longer just a theory it is in your ass. The top continues to spasm and shoot parts of his gift. The continual thrusting of his meat smears that load up and down your hole. He is increasing the points of contact---so the virus has more opportunities---and you are just wiggling and squirming in the delight of being well fucked. T minus 2 and the top is nearly done. HIs strokes are not as deep, his cock is softening, but his deed is done, he has mixed a toxic wad of white sticky goo and shot it deep into your ass. He then smeared it for maximum effect. T minus 1 and he with draws. Now it is up to the virus and the receptiveness of your ass. The brutal fucking had damaged the lining of the very thin membranes of you ass-cunt so you are ready for accepting your fate. T minus ZERO--blast off. The virus containing cum that is smeared inside you begins offloading the passengers. The poor sperm are condemned to die in your shit hole or will be expelled with the next dump you take. But the HIV causing virus is very happy, the warm dark hole is a good place for them. The thin and damaged walls of your rectum make it easy to move in. And they begin gathering together and replicating and preparing to wage a war on your immune system. A war they will win. You may feel the battle if you develop the fuck flu. You may never know there was a war until, you get that test result you are not expecting. But for now, you have no idea that the war was started, all you know is that you are simply laying there, cum in your ass, happily and thoroughly fucked. It is just a mater of days until the war has been won and you are HIV+. You have no clue what happened in the past 10 seconds. You have just been pozzed

My boy and I had a few weeks off for vacation and decided to buy a beat-to-shit car and drive cross country. We figured we'd make it to San Francisco, fuck around in some sleazy bars, and then fly home. We drove for a few days, changing off who was driving every so often. Somewhere in Iowa, my boy was driving as I was dozing. It was early evening, and I was beat, hoping to find a motel with wifi so I could log on and see if I could get some corn-fed hicks to come fill up and stretch out my boy's hole. We don't believe in condoms and sharing his sweet hole with guys, POZ or not, is my favorite thing in the world. Spit, dick, and ass. That's all we need. I guess we've both taken dozens of POZ loads and hundreds of loads we didn't ask about. We haven't been tested, but if we're not sick, it's a fucking miracle. With my eyes closed, I sensed the car coming to a halt. I opened one eye as my boy was opening his door. He said, “Gotta piss. Be right back.” We were in an empty parking lot outside of a roadside rest stop. After glancing at the clock in the radio, I went back to sleep figuring we'd be on our way in a bit. I was woken by the sound of a motorcycle stopping. Twenty minutes had gone by. I opened my eyes in time to see a tall hunky redhead with a mustache hopping off his bike. Sexy sunglasses, leather boots and jacket, tight jeans, the works. I wondered what could possibly be keeping my boy? I dozed off again for about five minutes, and noticed the motorcycle was still there. I figured I could piss too, so I headed in. I headed in to a dimly fluorescent-lit tiled room with a filthy piss trough, a leaky sink, and one big stall. I didn't hear anything, so I thought I'd investigate the stall. When the plywood door swung open, there was my slutty boy on his knees, jeans at his ankles, quietly sucking the motorcycle stud's cock for all he was worth. The fucker still had his sunglasses on too. The stud didn't seem bothered by the arrival of a new-cummer. He was pulling my boy's hair, skull fucking his face. “You want some of this?,” he asked. “Hell, I can have it anytime I want. He's my boy,” I replied. He must have though I meant my son. He quickly pulled my boy's head off his huge spit-slick cock and said, “Shit, man! I'm sorry. I didn't know.” “Didn't know what? That I get off watching him take stranger's cum?” With that, he smiled, and went back to face-fucking my boy slut. I wriggled my jeans down and started nursing my cock to full hardness. I bent down and after rearranging my boy, stuck my tongue as far up his hole as possible, working in two, then three, then four fingers. I figured this guy's thick cock would delight my boy more if he was properly stretched out. My own cock was drooling it's own questionable juice, so I scooped up a bit in my hand and asked, “You want this up his hole or on your meat?” He pulled my boy off and lubed up his already-wet cock with my juice. He swung my boy around so he could get at his loosened hole. “Want me to bag up,” he said as he grinned. “What for? Got anything we should know about?” “Uh, yeah.” “Can't be something he doesn't already have. Stick it in.” That was all the invitation this stud, who was infected with -BLANK-, needed. In one thrust, his beer-can thick cock was balls deep in my boy's hole. He squirmed with delight as the guy thrusted in and out, over and over, faster and faster. My boy was trying to blow me but was having such a good time, it was all he could do to hold himself up and off the filthy tiled floor. I pulled back to enjoy the view, slowly jerking myself as I watched this fucker go to town on my boy's sensitive vulnerable raw hole. The stud took raised his sunglasses to his forehead with one hand, revealing the sexiest clear blue eyes I've ever seen. He looked directly at me and asked, “Can I breed him?” “What the fuck do you think?” The stud's thrusts got faster and faster and he finally lunged forward, loading my boy's hole up with some unknown sort of toxic spooge. As soon as he stopped shuddering, my boy swung around to clean off his poisoned dick. Not knowing what the stud had made it so hot to watch as my boy licked off his own ass juices and toxic cum. I shoved my dick as deeply as it would go into my boy's wrecked pussy and came after a few intense seconds, forcing the stranger's load deeper and deeper into my boy's guts. I pulled up my jeans as the stranger did the same. He leaned forward, grabbed the back of my neck, and forced his tongue down my throat. I nearly came a second time. He looked directly into my eyes and whispered, “Hope you guys have a good doctor. You're going to need it.” With that, he pulled away, put his sunglasses back on, and strode out of the stall. I smiled at my boy, curled up on the cold tile, legs spread wide, shoving four fingers in his drippy hole as he brought himself to climax, covering his tight abs and chest with his own questionable cum. I picked him up, and helped him dress, not letting him clean off or wash up. I scooped my boy up in my arms and brought him back to the car. I poured him into the back seat and started the engine. I noticed a piece of paper that had been shoved under the windshield wipers. In barely-legible script was written, “that was hot. your boys hole milked out a toxic aids load. should i have told you first?” Hell no. Breed first, ask questions later.

It was late and I was drunk and horny as I past an adult video store. I decided that since I struck out at the bar I could at least get my cock drained by some fag in a video booth, hey a mouth is a mouth, right?!? I find an empty booth and lock the door or at least I tried locking the door. No time to waste, I really wanted to bust my nut before going home so I put money in the video machine and pulled out my cock and went to work hoping someone would peek through the hole and ask to suck it. It took a few minutes until I hear some guy telling me I had a really nice cock and how hot it was to watch me stroke. He said he was ready to leave but offered me a little bottle of poppers.......I had never tried poppers but he said it would make my orgasm more intense....... so I took them and tried a few sniffs and started feeling more horny and felt my cock start throbbing. I figured if a little felt good then move would feel better and inhaled very deeply in both nostrils and had to reach above the video monitor to hold the wall so I wouldn't fall over. I couldn't take my eyes off the video of some chick getting fucked from behind by a guy with a big black cock and I moaned as I stroked even faster. I was so wrapped up in this scene that I never heard the door open and some guy coming in until I suddenly feel a hand reaching over my hand and squeezing my cock as his other hand guided the poppers bottle under my nose as he wispers in my ear to breathe in and enjoy the feeling. I was still drunk and really caught in the rush of the poppers so much that I just let it happen. He then removed my hand from my cock and replaced it with his as he guided my hand to his bulging cock and got my started on rubbing it through his pants. He guided the poppers under my nose again and unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock and I held it tighter and started enjoying the feel of stroking him. I finally turned around to see he was a black guy with a very hard and big cock. He tells me he can tell I'm super excited and I should follow him to a larger booth and I was about to say no when he really pumped my cock and pushed the poppers back under my nose and I just gave in and inhaled deeply and next thing I know is he is leading me to another booth and everyone is looking at me and smiling when I realize he is still holding my cock as we are walking through the hallway. We get into a larger booth and he asked me if I like the way the poppers make me feel and I just smile and he says he wants to make me feel even better before I blow my load and go home and pulled out a pipe and said I didn't have to but it would feel way better than the poppers and held it up for me and I took it as he flicked the lighter saying to inhale deeply and hold it until he says to exhale. It seemed like an eternity but when I blew out the smoke I got the most intense head rush could barely see or hear anything except how fucking great I felt an then realized why as I was coming down. I looked an saw 2 more guys in the booth with us and they were holding my hands and pumping their cocks through them as the first guy was sucking and stroking my cock. I thought I would lose it right then. One of the other guys asks if I liked how his friend was sucking my cock and if it looks as hot as it feels and I could only moan. Then he said I've gone this far and maybe I should try sucking a cock just to see what it's like and as much as I tried not to let him know how hot that sounded, I let out another moan and he said..... don't think about it as he placed the pipe back in my mouth and this time I needed no encouragement, I quickly inhale deeply and pump the cocks in my hands faster until I lost track of time and what I was doing and when I started gaining control again, they are pushing me to my knees and telling me how much I will love sucking my first cock and pushed my head onto the first guys cock and I couldn't believe how much I wanted to suck it. They kept pushing the poppers under my nose again and again and again and again until it felt like they were touching every part of my body and I was losing control of everything and not even caring. They pulled me away from my cock sucking long enough to kiss me and blow smoke into my mouth and then give me the pipe again and sent my mind into the stratosphere. I feel my face being fucked by this big beautiful black cock and suddenly feel an intense heat inside me and I moan very loudly as this intense heat triggered my cock to explode and I heard one of the guys behind me groaning and grabbing my hips and pumping his load of cum into my now more than willing ass and before I could process what was really happening, the black guy started filling my mouth with his cum and then splashed the last few spurts on my face. I couldn't believe it!!!!!! I hated to admit it but i was in heaven. Just when I thought it was all over, the third guy asked if I wanted more and all I could say was: yes, but get me fucked up again and when you're finished, leave the door open when go...............

Living in Minnesota, as a Middle-Aged Black Bear Bottom; I am all but ignored at many a sex parties or treated as the expected top I am not. So whenever I can travel to NYC, DC or Atlanta for sex I do so and I tend to have a lot of fun! A few weeks back I went to New York City for a concert; spending only the weekend there and arriving in late due to a delayed flight I had little time to sightsee, party and more; but I made it work. After a false start, dropping in on the SCUM party which seemed to me to be more of a party for the Trans community; which as me not being a member there was little action for me. Yet I can tell that our Trans sisters in attendance enjoyed themselves. After that bust; I ran out to the Cock which always amazes me that a bar that still serves alcohol can have that much going on in the dark. I took a few dicks while there but no one came in me; they all were waiting and waiting and a few of those that climbed up my hole called it a night early. So that left Saturday night after the concert as the only chance I had for fun; and I wasn’t going to miss out. I got up went to the Jamiroqaui concert and afterwards dropped in Paddles NYC for the after-hour party; where the darkroom was packed. It was there that all the weekend misses would be forgiven. Especially considering that I had an early flight home; I knew time was of the essence. I stripped and rocked my Jockstrap exposes the bubble butt and my prepped hole for those who wanted to try it out. Luckily no one wasted time checking out the goods; and soon I was bent over the pipe taking a nice hard dick up my hole and enjoying the long and short strokes he was offering up. After a good amount of time; he moved on leaving my yearning for a load and more importantly more cock up my hole; but ask and one shall receive. And a short circle around the room I found someone else who wanted to test out my hole and sir waited no time in pounding my hole. He was a dominant top who took control of both my ass and my mouth; ensuring that I sucked off only who he wanted me to and when he wanted me to. He fucked my hard and within time his breathing got a little more rough and his pounding a little more urgent and shortly after he was telling me to take his load; never asking if I wanted it just loading up his “bitch”. After that he turned me to cock I was sucking and offered up my freshly loaded hole to the guy I was servicing; and he waited no time in jumping up my hole and using the cum as lube to pound away. In less time than the dominant cock he loaded me up as well; asking me if I wanted his load too. I assured him I did and took it like the bitch I am. After than a few more guys used my ass as their personal playground and many left there mark in there as well. However knowing that I had a 7am flight; the amount of fun I was having I pushed it too long and too late. I left Paddles and got back to my hotel and had to pack up; quickly shower and then head out to JFK for my flight home. The most fun part of this experience was flying home knowing that I had about 4 loads in me. It was a piggish secret that I wanted to share with everyone; and as I was leaking cum into my shorts I may not have remained a secret for the flight home, especially with my connection in Chicago!

Hot story. Would love to have that happen to me.

LUV the idea of being used for breeding purposes. Having a dude's line up his dick with my hole feels so natural to me. I am being used so a guy can get off. I am a masculine former jock type that has realized that me hole is actually a pussy meant for guys to use, enjoy and breed me. I was made to carry hot cum loads inside me all day. Even though I do not get into being pregnant, I love the that that my top NEEDS to knock me up to GET me pregnant. The fuking part is hot but I really enjoy being freshly bred. I am fulfilling my true purpose in being a sort of baby carrier for guys. I honor and value the cum gift. I never want to be pissed in because it ruins the gift I have been given. Love when my top slides his fingers up into my freshly bred hole to swish his cum around and push it in me deeper to make sure his babies "take". Even better when I am tongued afterwards to have my hole cleaned up! I never concern my self with cumming myself. It is ALL about being a bay carrier -- being made to carry another guys boys inside me.

To the best of my knowledge: Hep D is a coinfection (i.e. you get infected with Hep D at the same time as Hep B ) or superinfection (you already have chronic Hep B and acquire Hep D on top) that only occurs in connection with Hepatitis B. Successful vaccination against Hep B thusly means that you don't have to worry about Hep D. Hep E also usually doesn't become chronic in patients with a working immune system, though the acute phase can be severe. So if you don't want to worry about Hepatitis, as a Westerner this means: 1.) Get vaccinated against Hep A + Hep B. You're protected against Hep D as well. 2.) Talk to your doctor about your risks and options regarding Hep E if you are travelling / working a in region where it's rampant (parts of Africa / Asia). 3.) Know about the risk factors when it comes to Hep C, especially when you are into violent fisting etc., IV drugs etc. 4.) Know that today Hep C is curable in most cases, but threatment can either be grueling (depression, fatigue, nausea with the classical treatment options) or insanely expensive with new options like Sofosbuvir (I've heard prices between 40,000 Euros in the EU and 90.000 Dollars in the US for a typical course of treatment). 5.) Know which risks you are willing to take and adjust your behaviour accordingly. 6.) Relax. 7.) FUCK

I met up with one of my occasional FBs around 10 p.m. Thursday and blew my load as he was plowing me. Looking back over the last year, I'm a bit surprised at just how often I come without touching myself when I'm being fucked.

Please keep on going

Met up with a new discreet guy online looking for head. Picked him up and parked moving to the back of the suv. He wanted me in panties and on my knees to suck him. His precum was super sweet and I ended up begging him to fuck me. Surprisingly, he pushed me down with my pantied ass up. He held me down by the nape of the neck as he yanked down my panties. He spit on my hole and began to slide his cock against it then pressed in. Fuck it was tight and I whined a little which made him push harder. I wasn’t expecting him to move from a bj to his bare cock balls deep so fast but the excitement had me wet quick. He was fucking me from behind, his balls slapping my ass and I was getting wet and frothy. He was surprised, “your pussy is fucking wet, my god, fuck that feels good”. He was a talker and as he pounded my hole kept asking if I liked being his slut, if I was going to swallow his cum after he fucked my little ass. Was the right mix of talk and aggressive to make me moan and whine even more. Shortly I started to beg for his load. Again, he was surprised “you want me to cum in you?” And I begged more insistently. He responded with grabbing my shoulders and pushing me hard against the seat and pulling for leverage as he slam fucked me and said he was going to shoot, he slowed down the thrusts to say “you sure? You want me to cum in you?” And I arched my back to meet his thirst with a please, make me your cumslut, I need your cum in me, cum. He delivered a huge load that ran out of my hole as he pulled out. I sucked his cock clean as he panted and mumbled about cumming in my ass feeling so good. As he dressed he asked if I’d be willing to take him regularly, if I didn’t mind the drive to him. I think I’ll be his weekly cumdump. Fingers crossed As I was driving home a top I hadn’t seen for a while messaged me to come over. I let him know I had just taken a load and he was all in to add his. I swung over and he loaded me within 5 minutes but he kept going leaving 2 more loads in my sloppy cunt. Fuck, both tops heavy cummers combined with my naturally wet hole and hard pounding had cum running down my nuts and cock. I had to fold up my panties like a pad for the drive home. I’m still leaking. I’ve never had this many loads in me before and I’m hooked. I want as many loads as I can get.

I know this was directed at tops, but here's my 2 cents as an uncut bottom who loves ripe uncut dick: This seems to be a fetish that is hard to indulge, largely because most men in the USA are cut, but also because the few uncut tops who are into this fetish tend to already have dedicated cocksuckers and/or get blowjobs frequently enough that their dicks don't get ripe beyond like a day's build up (I'm uncut, and more prone to smegma than most guys, and I still take 2-3 days of not cleaning to get more than a little funky). EDITED TO ADD: I have men request to suck me when I'm dirty, but unless we can arrange it ahead of time, and it's a regular fuck buddy (not someone who will flake out), I won't do it, because it gets itchy and it's embarrassing to go piss in a men's room and know the guys around you can smell your dick. I used to have a decent time on Craig's List. Didn't say I was looking for ripe/dirty uncut, I would just post I was looking for uncut cock to suck, and liked married/closeted men (it seems that, in general, straight men aren't as hygiene conscious as gay men). Especially when I was down in Florida (not sure if it was the heat or what) it seemed about 1/3 to 1/2 the uncut guys I found on CL had some degree of smegma, and like 1/5 would have actual dickcheese. But with CL gone and most hookup sites/apps turning to shit the last few years, I don't know how you'd find men for this anymore. If there's a cruise spot near you that is popular with "straight" married guys, that might be worth a shot.

@raunchycumslut covered 90% of what I was going to say, so about the only thing I can add -- other than condoms, as @evilqueerpig noted -- is guys who don't respect boundaries. If my partner(s) du jour want to add something to what we've negotiated, even if it's not something that I would usually do, I'm almost always willing to negotiate. When it comes to my hard limits, though, ask once, then stop. Pushing for it, demanding it, or telling me that I have no say in the situation is a hard no.

It's quite good - I too, post my real life pnp experiences on this site - I debated for a long time about putting them here in the Chem fiction forum, but because they were real, I chose to do them as a blog instead... either way, love this story and you told it well! Thanks for sharing it!

The question is irrelevant. Sex is for the Man. It doesn't matter if you enjoy it or find it traumatic. You do it because you are a faggot who can aim no higher in life than to be the target of His weaponized contempt. Be grateful that he is putting you to female use and will consider leaving his seed in your guts.

After years of neglect, I've started up my blog again. I had stopped playing for a while and now that I'm on PreP I've started back up and wanted to document my life. So far nothing really exciting but I'm hoping to have things to post. For starters, this is my ultimate fantasy. https://oldercumslut.wordpress.com/2016/05/05/this-is-my-fantasy/

Bit different for me. Bottom's profile I usually consider are those where the bottom clearly describes himself as insatiable cumdump. I want you to show me you're a fucking slut. You better be a no loads refused kind of guy, ready to take on multiple dicks. I want to hear your hunger for cum, your lust for dicks. I want to know I am going to fuck a greedy whore, ready to do anything to please me and others. If you top that with a cum leaking mancunt pic, then you're surely going to catch my attention. Make me want to breed you slut!

I used to have a guy in Denver that would have me over to his house, blindfold me on the couch then who’re me out for a few hours. I would never see them, just get used by them. I never knew how many guys or if it would be staggered or all at once, I loved it!! It was so exciting!! I would love to find someone like that again that can help me when I travel. I tell the person my hotel room number and then he decides who and how many guys fuck me. They could take control of my email and accounts and find the guys.

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Top should have clothes or at least jeans on and bottom should be naked. Love seeing or being that top that just gets his cock out the fly. The one thing I hate about lots of porn you don't often seem them taking there clothes off or fucking with clothes on and never see them put there clothes back on after. I witch and when I am bottom I love to run my hands over a drest and take his cock out though the fly. Love sucking it like that.

I’m a 29, 6’1, 210, ddf and dom. Sane and good hygiene. Just got tested and I’m negative of everything.

Chicago was the city where I was pozzed, always in my heart

PART 8 There was nothing else open around the bookstore, which was surrounded by a neighborhood of car repAir places, storage places, and industrial type businesses. I pulled into the store’s lot, totally nervous I would be spotted by someone. I had no idea what to expect still, but I wasn’t the only one there. There was at least a dozen cars in the lot besides mine. Before I could chicken out, I got out of my car and tried to discreetly sneak in. That plan was blown when the clerk immediately asked me for my id. I showed it to him and he looked it over and handed it back, telling me to enjoy myself. I took a quick look and saw the layout. Rows of DVD’s and then an aisle of lingerie and an aisle of sex toys. I was beginning to be disappointed when I saw the small lit up sign advertising private video booths. Without hesitation, I made my way into the back of the store. This area was separated and customers in the front wouldn’t even really be able to see back here. It seemed like a few rows of dark corridors that led to small booths, maybe twenty booths total. Along the wall of the main corridor wAs the list of all the pornos that you could watch in the booths. At least half were gay, which was reassuring. I also noticed guys lurking in the shadows, in vacant booths with the doors open. Not a ton, but these were guys obviously not just watching videos. They were hanging around back there. I pretended to look at the video selection wall, but really watched the guys mill around. Two were old, like real old and I had zero interest. Another one was at least 39 but overweight. A Latino guy just looked a little too gang menmbery. Then I saw him, a guy just my type. He was 40ish and taller than me, probably a little over six feet and thin. His hair was cut very short. He had on a T-shirt and shorts and flip flops. I didn’t know what to do, so I just stared at him. After he looked back and met I stare, he gestured with anod toward a booth near the back of the row. Slowly, he walked in and gently shut the door. I keenly didn’t hear a click of a lock. With a shaking hand that took all my courage, I reached and felt the knob, after makin sure no one was watching me. The door opened and he gestured again with a nod to come in. As soon as I did, he reached over and clicked the lock. The inside booth had a machine to take the money and control the screen mounted to the wAll. He loaded a few dollars and the video sprang to life, as he clicked over to a gay sex scene where one guy was worshipping another guys cock with his mouth. We both stared at the screen, our eyes going back and forth from it to each other. He was rubbing his bulge and i was mesmerized. Seeing this, he opened his shorts and dropped them down stepping out of them and setting them on the bench seat. It was a beautiful cut 7 inch cock with nice full balls. I followed suit, assuming this was protocol. As I set my shorts down and turned away, I felt his hand graze my butt. Instinctively, i spread my legs and allowed the touch. His finger slid between my cheeks and I arched my back to meet it. Suddenly, he was down on his knees and he was spreading my legs further and gripping my ass cheeks. Then I felt it, his beard scratching the insides of my ass crack as his tongue darted out and licked my hole. I bucked but he held on and dove in, licking and sucking my asshole. The porno played, along with the sounds of other booths. The smell of sweet smell ofcum and sex permeated the air. I gripped the wall for balance as I stood bent over having a total stranger I hadn’t ever seen until two minutes ago lick my hole. I was gasping and bucking and trying to keep quiet. He was so good at rimming me. I gave in completely, my cock so hard I knew better than to touch it or else I would cum. Then just as suddenly, he stopped and rose up behind me. Almost immediately, I felt it and knew. One hand on my ass cheek, pulling it open and exposing my hole. The other hand guiding his rock hard cock to my eager rosebud. He rubbed his cockhead against my asshole, driving me crazy. “Ready to eat fucked?” He whispered. “Please!” was my only reply. The pressure increased. I tried to relax, a little worried that he was only using spit as lube. It definitely burned when his steel like rod drove into me and my hole surrendered. Hands against the wall i focused just on letting my hole open, feeling the change as the pain and stabbing turned to ecstasy. He was working it in, as both of us tried not to make too much noise. His cock began to pick up speed and I noticed the spit made things a little less slippery in a really good way. My hole has blossomed and was accepting his big man cock hungrily. It felt so good to have a hard dick fucking me again. And he was picking up speed, really fucking me now. “I’m getting close,” he whispered as he hunched over me. I didn’t plan it or anything but I heard myself replying, “Please cum in me.” As soon as those words left mouth, my mystery man’s thrusts grew faster and more erratic. With both hands on my hips he drove deep one final time and collapsed against me, as his cock throbbed inside me and spasmed, as it ejaculated into me. After a few seconds, he slowly backed out and i clamped my hole shut to try to keep the cum in me. He silently dressed and i hurried to get my shorts back on. As soon as his clothes were on, he straightened himself up and opened the door, slid out, and gently shut it, leaving me still dressing in the booth with the gay porn still playing on the screen and a huge load of a strangers sperm soaking into me. Less than ten minutes had elapsed since I had walked into the bookstore.

Mark and I broke up few years ago but we remain as good friends. Last week, he got married. He invited friends and family to attend a wedding. Me and 2 other groomsmen in the waiting room. Mark is a bartender, rough looking, loud person, not shy at all and fucks around with guys he met at the bar, but today he seems different. He then asked the other 2 guys to leave so that we can have a chat in private. I asked him if everything is ok and sat next to him. He just held me in his arms, telling me he never had such feeling before, not sure if he's happy or nervous ... then he giggled and then kissed me. I tried to push him away but he said "you really think i'm nervous? lol come on, you should know better. I want to fuck you." "Mark, this is inappropriate, you are getting married". "so?" he grabbed my bulge and i realized i actually like it because when we were together, i told him about one of my fantasies is to have sex with one of the groomsmen or even hotter with the groom. That is why i got excited! He unzipped his pants and with the clothes on, i'm sitting on him and ride away with no condom on the couch and cum in my ass as we have to make it quick. He promised me he will fulfilled my other fantasy to fuck me again sometimes in the future as a married guy. During the ceremony, I was standing next to him with his cum in my ass, watching him kissing his husband, i couldn't wait to make the second fantasy comes true.

Part 4; One thing he wasn't wearing when we met, was his military Leather cap, and keeping his Leather knee length Boots on the cap went on too. Oh FUCK; Can you imagine, a wasted skinny gaunt guy, with full Beard, totally naked except his Cock-Ring, knee length Boots with a Leather military cap? I looked at him, and thought, 'What a fucking God'. My very own AIDS God! I 'SO' needed him to be running through my veins forever, and, I NEEDED that to happen IMMEDIATELY! My cunt was literally twitching internally, massaging my prostate. He was stood outside his door waiting for me to follow. At this moment I couldn't move. I had my hands on the wall, my ASS arched right out, completely dripping with sweat, breathing heavily. 'C'mon boy. It's show time' 'OMG Sir, I think I am about to cum' He wasn't touching me, I wasn't touching me, but what was about to happen to me, and the Tina, fuck, they were touching me alright. He gave an evil smirk. He walked back in, leaving the door open this time, and groped and slapped my butt cheeks for a few minutes. He then gripped my waist tightly and said loudly; - The thought of me infecTing you with HIV is turning you on is it, boy? - Yes Sir. I NEED to be infecTed. And I WANT it to be you, no one else. You are my chosen Gifter - You definitely want it? - Yes Sir! - Then BEG for it you nasTy pig - Oh PLEASE Sir, infecT me - InfecT you with what? - With your two strains of HIV, Sir - You mean you want my toxic DNA to be embedded in your system, for LIFE? - Yes Sir - Then Beg. I fucking said BEG - InfecT me Sir, with your aggressive toxic DNA ... PLEEEEEEEASE! The end of his Dick had been pressing against my cunT since he gripped my waist, then suddenly, he slid in, balls deep, and started pumping Hard & Fast in my hungry neg cunt. - Oh Fuck Yeah, you nasTy fuck. Love to see those sores on my Dick go in and out, as your outer cunt grips onto my toxic Fuck-weapon! Oh ay ay, looks like we have an audience already. Boy, look out towards the door ... I looked, and stood at the entrance to my God's cabin were 3 Men, all naked, all beating off their beautiful Dicks. One of them piped up and said; - We heard what you said. Fucking nasTy, and completely HOT. Wish it was me you were Fucking & Breeding. - Sounds like we just got our first rave review boy, time to take this to a bigger audience, time to hit the showers! We stopped fucking, I wrapped my towel around me, he locked his cabin, and off we went. I felt like I was walking the Pearly Gates to Heaven.

Part 2; We went into his private cabin. He locked the door. - You will now call me Sir. Understood? - Yes Sir - Get on your back and hold your legs in the air. He rubbed my cunt I had shaved this afternoon, and spat in my face - I now own you, pig - Sir, you're HOT & Nasty ... FUCK you Man! He slipped a finger into my cunt, located my prostate, and got working on it. My prostate is super sensitive. Add that to being intoxicated by this AIDS Daddy's crazy HOT presence, I was screwed, literally and figuratively! - you poz, boy? - No Sir, but have often fantasized about being pozzed up. It's so wrong, yet, it feels so right - Ever taken Tina boy? - Only once Sir, with my ex, and we fucked all day on it - I guess he was neg then - No Sir, poz, but on medication, and undetectable! - Aaaaaaahh, so he came inside you then, boy - Yes Sir He put tourniquet on my arm and hiT me up with Tina. Oh Fuck, the Tina rush. I was rubbing myself all over, squirming, panting, like some deranged mental patient. He returned to giving me my prostate massage - So, you've had medicated poz cum up your cunt. How about some recharged super-infection unmedicated poz cum boy? - OMG Sir, fuck YEAH. Fucking BREED me! - I'm not just poz boy. I have AIDS. Current viral load is at 13.3 Million copies, with CD4 count at 51. I have had my initial infection since 1989. Plus a new strain on top which is an aggressive one, due to all the nasty very high risk nasty pig action I have had over recent years. Plus Hep C, and Syphilis ... You still want it? - Oh ... My ... God ~ This has been my sick twisted dark fantasy for years and years. To be infected multiple times over with all kinds of nasty stuff for a pig like me. - Do you fucking want my death seed or not, FAGGOT? - Fuck YEAH Sir ~ I am born to serve Alpha Daddies of this world. Especially top end league ones like you I started fingering my cunt

I'm always looking for new adventure, so other than group sex or bathhouse, does anyone have any creative adventures to share? ----------------------------------------- Reading up stories giving me some ideas and I found one last week. I hooked-up with a buddy who shares my interest in occasionally trying new activities, and on this occasion I told him what I was considering, and he was totally interested in pulling it off. My thought was to have sex in a taxi while we were being driven around by a real taxi driver. It was an effort, but eventually we found a driver who was willing to play along. Near midnight on the designated night, the driver first picked up my bud and then me. My bud and I initially just made out in the back seat and our session escalated from there. I sat down on my bud's cock, grinding down on it as we kissed. He actually managed to lock the seat belt around our waists to ensure we were safe! I rode his cock facing my bud, so of course my back was towards the driver, so I understood when my bud whispered in my ear "The driver keeps checking the back mirror." As he finished the sentence, he put on a show for the driver by grabbing my ass to fuck it hard. After a few minutes we changed position so I was now facing forward, and I moaned softly almost in the driver's ear until we arrived at the destination where we had originally intended to switch positions, but, the driver drove further and turned into a neighborhood and stopped at a quiet spot. He suggested we take our time in getting off, fishing his phone out of his pocket to officially end the transaction. As he did so, I caught a glimpse of a huge bulge in his pants. I reached my hand to touch his cock. He didn't object, so pulled his cock out. The driver warned me he didn't want to kiss, but that was fine with me - I was happy just in stroking his hard cock. The driver grabbed some tissues, asking us not to make a mess. Just then my bud tensed-up, telling me he was close. Playing along I replied "You aren't wearing a condom. Don't cum in my ass," whereupon my buddy moaned as he muttered "I came." That was all it took to push the driver over the edge. Draping his cock with the tissues, he blew his load into the paper, groaning and panting. When the three of us had caught our breath, I located the cum-covered tissues from the driver, my buddy and I thanked the driver and we parted ways, my buddy and I went to a planned discreet location where my buddy sucked me off as I smelled and licked the driver's load from the tissue. It didn't take me long to shoot down my bud's throat. It was a fun night.

Which bar was that. I am heading back to Amsterdam in September or August

I was visiting east Europe with friends, i was arriving 2 days earlier and so I found a gay airbnb host prior to the trip and chatted briefly about my plans. On the arrival day, a guy in his mid 40s picked me up from the airport and drove me to his condo. Another young guy in his 20s who can speak slightly better English showed me the room and around the place. It's a 1 bedroom + a Den converted into a bedroom condo and they live in the bedroom. We talked and laughed, the older guy has mentioned that he has to keep up with the young one as he needs to have sex few times a day. i was joking and tell him I can help too, they both laughed and the young one warned me that i should lock my door tonight or else i will be in trouble, we laughed away and i went out to explore the area. At night, I came back, showered and went to bed. In the middle of the night, i woke up as I felt water spraying on my face, soon enough it smells like cum and i saw the young guys standing next to my bed "you didnt lock your door". i love cumshots from young guys, its a huge turned on. At this point, i was hoping he will come back, i waited until i dozed off. Then, i woke up again, this time, it was someone holding me in bed, warm and hairy body which is the older guy. His hand started to explore my body, kissing my back while removing my underwear. He said the same thing, "you did not lock your door. you offered to help my boy this afternoon, Im here to check if you have a nice ass for him". He shoved his finger in my ass, kissing, I moan softly when he penetrated his 6" ish cock deep inside me. He whispered on my ear "you made another mistake, moaning makes me boy horny". Somehow I was horny too so i continue to moan as he fucked me. After he left, his boy didnt come back. In the morning, they are walking naked in the kitchen preparing breakfast. I sat down to eat my food, they joined. However, they are not eating, i saw the young boy scoop yogurt from the tub, smear it on the older guy's hard on, desperately sat on it, ride and grind in pleasure. His cock was so hard. His man grinned and said he needs it every morning. Without hesitation, i dropped my bread, cup my mouth on his cock to suck him as i wanted to swallow his cum, sure enough, he shot 5 big stream of watery and tasty cum in my mouth. That day, I didnt go out at all but stayed in to serve them. i took at least 7 loads from both of them. 5 loads from the young boy - 1 in my mouth, 4 in my ass. 2 from his man. Anyone has similar experiences, i would love to hear your story. Message me or post it here!

I have a crush on J, friend's bf for awhile. He show the interest sometimes like when we were dancing at the bar, he will pull me closer to him when the light was dimmed, sometimes he licked my neck or pushed his hard cock on my back. Few times i grabbed his cock, but nothing happened between us except i started to have fantasy to have sex with him and the feeling is getting stronger over time. Last weekend 7 of us spent the holiday together at a cabin. First night, we got wasted by 8pm, lounging on the sofa, some fell asleep on the floor. I was next to J, first time being so close to him, and he smiled and his eyes opened slowly "hey, did you have fun?". i nodded and he leaned forward to kiss my lips n we kissed briefly and he said "dont lock your door" and he took his bf to the room. I went back to my room, cleaned up and waited naked in my bed. The door opened, he got under the sheet, we started making out and very soon his cock head at my hole rubbing and teasing it with his precum. momentarily, i felt like a slut seducing someone's bf, i held still letting him play with my hole, we both breath heavilly as he penetrated the head in my hole and just rubbed the tight hole with the head, i was melting in his arms letting him to take control. Deep grinding his uncut cock made me feel so good that I wanted more and I blurted "fuck me". he bit my ear and whispered "are you sure?" and his pace increased, pounding me very hard and he slowed when he felt my ass clenching on his cock and knew i came. he reached down to scoop the cum and put it in his mouth. We snowballing, the taste of the cum in his mouth and his cock deep grinding me slowly made stay hard. He let his tongue in my mouth, suck it gently and didnt wanna let go, and soon he flipped me under him and with few hard pounding, he bred my ass. The following nights, he will make his bf drink till he passed out so that he can sneak into my room and pretty much fuck every night when we were there. we both agree the sex was great between us and we continue to have an affair.

I used to see a hot redneck top tow truck driver. He loved to have his cock worshipped so I would suck an lick an throat it for up to 2 or three hrs, with lotsa joint puffs thrown in, an he would get on phone lines an let other guys listen to me gag on his dick. he was a fucking sex genius an I miss him! After for a reward he would shower fuck me, lube my hole up with crisco an just pound me in the shower, sometime pissing up in me. We would take half the day, but I would worship his dick for 2 to 3 hrs before getting fucked.

Part 4: Paying for My Decisions Maybe this will be a warning for some of you. It's taken me a couple of days to put into words what happened, because it's so crazy! So, you probably guessed that Sean came over. And yeah, he found me face-down, ass-up on my bed. It was just a few seconds (or maybe microseconds?) after I heard the door creak over. I felt that dreaded by desired thick cock probe my hole. And then a quick and unexpected jab. Oh fuck! I screamed in surprise. I didn't expect it so hard and quick. Then, he just held it in place. Despite only spending a short time with him the first time, he knew what I liked. That hot wet tongue went straight to my ear. The pain of the jab was replaced with the hot slurping sounds of his tongue in my ear. And, it was almost a reflex, when I yelped, "I wanna get aids!" Sean went to work on my ass. Oh my god, what an onslaught! What the hell was I thinking? After a minute or so of relentless pounding, he told me to thank him for getting aids. Okay, I would have said anything then because the pleasure was beyond describable. But, I was kinda surprised how much more turned on I got when I answered , "Thank you for A ---" ... ah fuck, he pounded me harder, "A --" .. I couldn't quite get it all out because of the rampage his massive cock was having on my hole. I finally made it out, and sounded like I was hiccuping as I replied "Thank you for AIDS!" He paused for a moment and demanded, "Say it again!" I couldn't help but to reply "Thank you for AIDS!" I was rewarded with another furious dicking. And then he stopped again. "How much do you want it?" he asked me. I didn't hesitate and didn't want him to pause any longer "I want it so fucking bad!" I nearly cried. "How much?" Sean said again, not seeming satisfied with the answer. I didn't know what he wanted to say. He clarified, "How much cash do you have right now?" Uggh . why was he pausing? He must have know how much I needed it. "LIke forty dollars, I think." I managed to guess. "Good, you're gonna give that to me," Sean insisted as he put his cock back into me. "Yes!" was my only answer. Sean was growing quite satisfied and I was more than excited as he pumped his cock deep into me. "You're such a whore, you are paying for aids," Sean said triumphantly. "Yes!" I was trying not to squeal in pleasure, "I'm paying you for aids!" I was in disbelief at what I was saying, but strangely turned on. Sean knew I would say or do anything for his dick. I was completely under his control now and he knew it. And I didn't care. His strokes were now quicker and stronger, He felt impossibly deep inside me; and I could tell from his breathing he was close to coming. "Ready for more aids cum?" Sean asked. There was only one clear answer, " Fuck yes! I wanna get aids!" Within a few seconds, he pounded me nearly into unconsciousness. I felt the erupting. I knew I was getting more aids cum and my dick turned into a faucet as I felt him fill unload deep inside me. Whether it was because of shock or pure exhaustion, I passed out. When I finally awoke a few hours later, I looked to my nightstand and saw my wallet opened and turned upside down. I grabbed it and looked it. Shit, I really paid for it.

Part 3: How to Stop? It was all kinda surreal. Sean left rather quickly after he filled my ass with his aids-filled cum. I was still trying to make sense of all of the contradictory feelings I had. Reality started to seep in. I might have gotten aids. The only thing I specifically remember him saying to me was "if you want more, you know what to text me." I couldn't believe what I just did. I showered vigorously after that, and tried to wash out my hole. Despite my efforts, I saw no evidence of his cum leaving me. Fuck, he must have been deep in me? I felt that wave of panic again as i considered the thought. In a last effort to find and perhaps remove any cum, I let my soapy fingers probe my hole some more. I tried to block out the words echoing in my brain "I wanna get aids." I tried to reconcile how I could have knowingly let a guy with hiv fuck me. It made no sense! And neither did the hard-on that grew as I probed my hole. What's going on here?! Intense memories of his recent dicking danced in my head. I tried to ignore them, but my dick was suddenly at full attention. As the water was trying to wash the last bit of sweat off me, I found myself stroking my dick as my left hand was fingering my own hole. There it was again, that odd and indescribable sensation. A longing? Maybe he was just a good fuck. It didn't matter. Sean was hot. It's not wrong to jack off thinking about a good fuck. I figured I'd just rub one out and be done with it. I couldn't forget his words "I'm giving you aids" as I jacked my cock. Why was I so turned on? His message replayed over and over as tugged at my member. It was only a few seconds before my orgasm arrived, almost without warning. And, oddly enough I found myself blurting out "i wanna get aids!" even as I found myself disgusted by the thought. In the days that followed, I tried to put Sean out of my mind. But, at least once a day or night, I'd find myself thinking about him and how good it felt and how I never felt like that before. After a week, I decided things couldn't get worse. I mean I let a guy with HIV fuck me and cum in me. And not just a gentle fuck, it was a serious pounding. I couldn't imagine being anything but poz now. Why not reach out to him? And so I found the courage to text him. He didn't respond to my "hey sup?" messages or my less-inhibited "let's fuck" invitation. I then knew what he wanted to hear. It was much easier to text it than to say it: i wanna get aids. When my phone vibrated with his quick response, I nearly jumped. "when?" was Sean's response. My heart raced. Could I do this again? I took a shot of vodka. I needed to calm down and think straight. One shot became two, then three, just ten minutes later. I closed my eyes and tried to focus. What do I really want? I glanced down at my phone again. The warm Vodka-induced sensation in my chest had a calming effect, I guess you could say because it was much easier to text my reply: NOW! Despite feeling somewhat calmer, the vibration from his response still startled me a bit. "Be there in ten," Sean replied. I kinda forgot how small Lansing Michigan was until he sent me that text. The one that followed brought me a bit closer to reality, "lube your hole well. i want quick entry." I realized that I wanted to take his beautiful cock into my mouth and so I tapped back, "i can't wait to suck your dick this time." And it was then that I noticed my massive boner fighting its way up through my briefs. His response was one part disappointing and one-part exciting. "no head, I want every drop of my poz cum in ur ass, even pre-cum." Oh shit, what was I going to do?

Part 2: Hey, wanna get aids? I've had a hard time trying to explain this next part. It's all kinda messed up in my head, still. It's so irrational. But, I'll try to make it make some sense. I took up Sean on his invitation to his place. Honestly, I almost turned around a few times. I was kinda shocked that I ended up there. We made some small talk, and Sean offered me a drink. That helped calm me down some. And then he just told me I should go to his bedroom and undress and lie down on my stomach. I don't know why, but it all seemed so normal. I couldn't get his warning out of my head .. he was going to give me aids. Yet, somehow I walked back to his bedroom and was surprised that I already had a hard-on. As I lied down on his bed, the satin sheets felt amazing against my cock. For a moment, I worried I might get pre-cum on his sheets then kinda laughed to myself that I would worry about such a thing in this situation. I didn't hear him come in. I just felt a hand on the back of my thigh. When I turned my head to get a look, there was his body looking even better than his pictures. His cock seemed even bigger somehow as it bent upward. It was shiny and you could say radiant. Before I knew it, he was on top of me, and I quickly found his dick probing around my hole. I felt unexpectedly wet. Then, I realized he must have already lubed himself while I waited for him. He leaned into my ear and asked, "Why are you here?" And for some reason, I drew a blank. I didn't know what to say right away. He was prodding around my hole, and it was very distracting and arousing. And, then, I remembered why. I softly answered, "I wanna get aids." Say it again, he said and then licked the inside of my ear. "I wanna get aids" I said a little louder. That's when I felt him start to make entry. I'm a decent bottom, but he felt much thicker than I imagined. It burned for a moment, then he pulled out, and gently pushed in the tip, this time having acquired more lube. My mind raced. What was I doing?! When he spoke, I felt more at ease, oddly enough. "You're gonne get aids," he said as he dipped his thick head deeper into me. I gasped for breath. The shock of my willingness and the quick entry both startled me. I squirmed a little bit as my ass was slowly stretched and I felt his length pry into me. "Say it," Sean prompted me. I didn't hesitate this time and managed to say more loudly, "I wanna get aids." He retracted his cock a bit, and slid it in a bit deeper. "Say it again," he said. The feeling was indescribable. I was terrified and turned on at the same time. I never felt so conflicted, but never so horny either. This time, I blurted it out "I wanna get aids!" Another tongue into my ear. His tongue violated my ear just as aggressively as his cock was violating my ass. I didn't need his prompt this time. "I wanna get aids!" I announced even louder to hear it over the slurping noise in my ear. Suddenly, his gentle thrusting picked up into a steady fucking. And it felt wonderful! And .. just full. I was full of cock! When I didn't think I could feel any better, he whispered into my ear, "I'm giving you aids." The feeling was too intense. I had to close my eyes. I almost thought I would shoot cum out my eyes if I didn't. I never been more turned on. "Oh Shit!" I started yelling when he picked up his pace. I was starting to lose control. My sanity disappeared altogether. All I knew how was that I wanted Sean to give me aids. And I couldn't stop asking for it. I don't know how many times I begged for it. "I want aids!! Give me aids!!!!" At this point, it all seemed perfectly normal. He was fucking me furiously. That's not the right word. He wasn't just fucking me, he was violently attacking my hole faster and harder than I had ever felt. He was grunting as he continue to pound me and assured me "yeah .. you're getting my fucking aids in you. You love my aids cock fucking your hole don't you?" he asked at some point. I remember screaming, "fuck yes! fuck yes! give me aids! please give me aids !!!" And then I felt it. The pumping, the balls deep thrusts that hit places inside me I never know I had. "Here it comes!" he exclaimed. And then I felt the wetness, the spasms of his cock inside me. I involuntarily started to cum into the satin sheets beneath me too. As I began to orgasm, a flash of reality hit me. Mid-orgasm, I realized "I'm getting aids ..." I felt a wave of panic overcome me. He kept pounding me deeply and my ass felt squishy. I don't know how it happened, but the terror I felt was folded into my orgasm and I ended up howling "Fuck yes! want aids!!!" And then I must have cum buckets. The satin sheets underneath me felt entirely drenched. I still felt Sean inside me with occasional pumping sensations. And I didn't want him to pull out. To this day, I still don't know why I did that.

Hot story pig. Nothing like big nigger dicks pounding slammed up white cunt.

As a bottom, having a small, thin dick has become an important part of the equation. I wouldn't change it and I like knowing that I was built to be a bottom. I'm glad that the size of my dick makes it clear that I don't fuck, I only get fucked.