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Paybacks a Bitch (so is my Brother) Part 2 I heard moans from Tyson as I began to easy his virgin ass. As I began to when my tongue in deeper I reached for the Tina shards I had stashed just under the couch. I knew he might be resistant when I opened to slide my finger inside him to press on his prostate. I knew once I had that under my finger he’d feel the pleasure it would provide and allow me to slip in a nice shard of Tina. As I continued licking his ass I would brush my thumb across his hole several times to test if he was ready for me to penetrate him with my finger. After I brushed over his hole for the sixth time I decided ready or not Tyson was getting penetrated. I pushed my index finger into Tyson at which he first yelled out, “What the fuck are you doing?” I answered with, “Getting you hard bro.” I pushed in far enough to start rubbing his prostate causing him to change his tune suddenly hearing him moan and say “Oh fuck.” I worked my finger around before slipping in a savings finger along with a nice size shard or Tina. Tyson’s cock was kind of responding to the prostate stimulation, but with the Tina I was shoving into his ass I was sure it would keep him soft. Tyson made a quick comment about the burn from the Tina just pushed into his ass. As I felt it melt I readied another shard as I worked the two fingers currently inside my bro. Tyson was moaning like the bitch I was turning him into. I pushed a third finger ambit with two shards of Tina into his ass. I knew the Tina as not only going to give him a good case of Tina dick while making his hole very hungry. I continued to work his hole with my fingers as he continued to moan and his dick began to soften as I sucked it. As I worked the two shards of Tina into the walls of Tyson’s ass I could feel a change occurring in his ass, I felt his hole trying to sucking my fingers in deeper. I knew that he was ready for my 8.5” cock that was stuck hard. I had freed it from my shorts when I first pushed my index finger inside him. And as my three fingers teased him with the Tina and G clouding his thoughts I was getting it lubed up and ready to fuck him. It was time, I pulled my fingers from within Tyson eliciting a moan of disappointment and a request I had hoped for, “Damn bro, or your fingers back in my ass. That felt so damn good.” I didn’t say a word at first as I stood up between Tyson's legs, pushing his legs back as my cock lined up with his hungry hole. I spoke to him as the tip of my cock teased his hole, “I’ve got something I know you’re going enjoy much better.” I then pushed forward forcing my cock inside my brother’s straight ass. I expected some resistance or complaints from my new bottom bitch of a brother, but instead he moaned. The look on his face told me that he was conflicted between the pleasure my cock was giving him and the thought that he was getting fucked. It too me 5 strokes before I was balls deep. After a few minutes of my fucking him I paused and held still deep inside Tyson. I pulled out my well packed Tina pipe, lit my torch heating the bowl and sucking in the white smoke. I took 3 good hits as my brother looked up at me while I took a 4th hit which I intended to shotgun to Tyson. I leaned down placing my mouth over my brother's mouth and as I felt him to start to inhale I released the simple from my lungs. Tyson easily sucked in most of the smoke I released. The shotgun turned into a kiss that Tyson seemed to resist at first but as the Tina continued to take over his mind he began to kiss back. I resumed fucking my Tyson as I continued to smoke from my pipe and shotgun the smoke to, a now very willing, Tyson. My brother continued to kiss me along with taking the Tina I was giving him. The other thing he didn't know here was getting from me was my un medicated HIV. It dick was spewing forth a steady stream of my pre cum and soon he'd get a huge load of my dirty, poz cum. I planned to give him my first load without him knowing was going to be easy. When I smoke Tina I tend to have multiple orgasms and I was about to have the first of many. I felt my cock swell, could feel my balls pulled tight and then filled Tyson’s ass when a months worth of cum.

Paybacks a Bitch (so is my Brother) Part 1 This is all about Tyson, my straight of a jock younger brother who turned 18 the summer before his senior year in high school. My parents held him back a year since he demonstrated exceptional athletic skills paying Pop Warner. It paid off for him when he became the starting QB in the middle of the season during his sophomore year. For me it reminded my father that his other son was a ‘flaming fag'. I never blamed my brother for any of the animosity I received from my father. It was Tyson’s cockiness that pissed me off the most. While I was being abused by his fellow jocks Tyson was fucking any girl he wanted. I can’t really call what the jocks did to be as abuse, I sucked a good number of jock cock and took a few you the ass. The one time I will never forget was the end of my senior year (the same year my brother became the starting quarterback). This one senior jock I regularly ‘serviced’ had me over his place for what I thought was going to be our typical I suck him, he fucks me. What ended up happening was they I sucked off and was fucked by a dozen football players including my brother. It didn’t bother me (that much) that sucked off my brother after he fucked me. What buttered me was the fact that after that night he thought he had an open invitation on my ass and mouth. For the last few weeks of the year he'd walk into my bedroom and without saying a word force his cock down my throat or force me face down and mount my ass. I endured the humiliation of all this for one reason, actually two reasons. The first reason was that my brother (along with every guy who fucked me that night) shot their wad of cum I my ass and/or down my throat. The second reason was that my had a decent cock that was nearly as big as my 8” and be wasn’t that bad with it either. Tyson did this to me 2 or 3 times a week, but now it was payback time!! First thing I needed to perform ‘coitus intruptus’ and mess up his plans with his girlfriend. I knew when he Tyson was giving my parents a ride to the airport. I figured I’d arrive at the house right after they left allowing me time to set everything up. One thing you need to know about my brother is that be drinks Gatorade, a lot of Gatorade. The first thing I needed to do was replace his Gatorade with one’s I prepare special. The preparation is simple, some Gatorade has a slightly (let’s just say) salty taste to it adding some Tina, Tina piss and GHB wouldn't be easily be overlooked if you didn’t know the taste. I used some concentrated citrus flavoring to help hide the chems Tyson would be unknowingly consuming. Once he was horny and loosened up I'd make my move. He was surprised as all fuck when he walked in and saw me sitting there watching porn on my laptop. As I watched him grab a bottle of Gatorade from the fridge and star to drink he asked, “What the fuck are you doing here Steph?” I told him, “My apartment is getting bug bombed this weekend. I figured if crash here since mom and dad left on there 2 week trip.” I saw a slight look of disappointment in Tyson's eyes as he continued to guzzle the Gatorade when he replied, “I guess you can crash here as long as you don’t fuck up my plans.” For a second I thought I’d reply with ‘You having your jock buddies over for a circle jerk?’ and actually responded with, “You having over some girl to play house with?” As Tyson finished of the 32 ounces bottle he answered with, “You know it.” I let him know, “I promise I won’t interfere with you getting fucked.” Of course I my promise didn’t indicate which type of fucking he’d be getting. He didn’t waste a lot of time as he grabbed another bottle of Gatorade. I knew the Tina I it would make him thirsty and he liked diving Gatorade to satisfy his thirst. I should see that the chems were starting to kick in as he rubbed his crotch looking at me sitting there in just a pair of shorts. It didn’t take long after that when he approached me, pushed my laptop aside, grabbed me behind my neck and pulled my head into his cock. I pushed him so he was sitting on the couch, pulled his basketball shorts of with his boxer briefs and telling him before I started sucking his chemmed up cock, “Bro, you don’t have to be so forceful, just ask.” I sucked his cock like normal, but he wasn't getting hard as he expected. He was still working on his third bottle of my specially mixed Gatorade and I figured the chems were doing their ‘magic’ on his dick. I could sense he was getting frustrated with his ‘impotence’ I told him, “I have a sure way to get a dick hard.” Of course it was my dick that was getting hard at the thought of what I was about to go to Tyson. I pushed his legs up as I began to lick his balls working down towards his virgin hole. When I licked his taint a couple times he squirmed a bit with a quiet moan escaping his closed mouth. Knowing I was at the line it was time to cross it and go for broke. I knew when these two weeks were over Tyson would be changed forever. Did I really want to turn my straight brother into a Tina addicted HIV positive, cum craving, cock hungry bottom? I answered this internal question when I began eating his ass.

So before I begin with this story I just want to point out a few things….first this is totally a work of fiction and second I hope that no one and I mean NO ONE would ever try this as this would be kidnapping and more than likely a felony which would land your ass in jail for a while. Also I hope its twisted for you guys very twisted…..also its going to be kind of nerdy but oh well. So I’m a technology person and I have been working on a project where we can brainwash people using VR technology. Like the goggles for your cell phone for example. Well I wrote this hypothetical scenario where gay porn could be used over and over to influence someone who identifies as straight and program them to be gay…not just gay but a total sex fiend. So the idea goes as follows…VR Hypnosis (Along with mind altering substances) is essentially self brainwashing. Granted it’s not like you’ll instantly turn into a slut and start sucking cocks… butt if that idea excites you… if you listen to it on repeat and have it flashed in your face for hours, weeks, and months on end… you might just end up doing that. So there are three things here which are needed to make this work. A pharmacopeia of psychotropics, a good set of VR goggles and a good video. So the video and VR goggles are the easy part. Amazon and porn hub. So when searching porn hub I found a user whi had posted 2 videos which showed great promise. RainbowRhomb (https://www.pornhub.com/users/rainbowrhomb/videos/public). He has 2 videos up titled Topify and Slutify. And as you watch and listen you see that there are subliminal messaging over and over talking about breeding and taking loads over and over all while hitting poppers. Really kind of the thing which fits the needs of the protocol. So I wanted to see if I could brain wash a straight guy into being a bottom slut. So I have good friend of mine who is a doctor and into a lot of stuff like this. I called him on a Friday night and we went out to a local club. We were hanging out there watching all of these college guys just drinking and trying to get laid by equally as drunk college girls. Sitting there I saw a candidate. He looked to be about 22 white 6 foot 210 built and fuzzy. So I made a move when he was walking by me…I stood up and bumped into him and spilled his drink. Man was he pissed. I calmed him down and offered to get him another drink. He said to me cool and started talking. “Hi my name is George.” “Matt I said and this is my friend Luke….how about a double shot of Makers Mark to say sorry?” “Sure.” He said as I ordered the drink and dropped a ruffie into it when he wasn’t looking. The thing about hard liquor is that it will dissolve and transport the ruffie across the stomach membrane very quickly…which it did. As I sat there George started to sway and lost his balance. “you need some air?” I said as I started to walk him outside and my friend Luke paid the bill. We put him into the car and then drove to my house. We walked him into the basement placed him naked and restrained into the sling and put the VR goggles on his head and earphones on his ears. Then the poppers were placed under his as the video started to play and he woke up and you could tell he was disgusted by what he was seeing. But you could also see that the poppers were starting to take hold of his mind. Luke then said that we need to start to break his will and then gave him some X. we waited the 90 minutes for it to fully onset and then you could see all the will in Georges face fade away he was starting to crack. The poppers affecting his pleasure center and the molly starting to decrease his fear, anxiety, and insecurities. In short he was starting to buy the idea of being a bottom slut. This is when I grabbed a bottle of lube and started to touch him. he froze for a moment as the new feelings were starting to hit him. caressing his inner thigh almost to his ass. Then onto his taint while his cock was starting to get large very large…that’s when Luke gave him another really large hit of poppers and then I rammed a finger up his ass. He yelled out at the intrusion then slowly started to get into it as I rubbed his prostate. His cock was throbbing every time I pushed hard onto his button. And his ass was grasping at my digit. Man he had a tight ass! That’s when I withdrew my finger and this time I lubed it up with some Tina laced gun oil. My finger covered with liquid meth and then into his hole my finger went. You could see the burn on his face as my finger sunk deeper and deeper into this soon to be bottom cum dump. With more and more fingering I was able to get another and then a third into his hole. Soon I was able to get a whole crystal deep into him. listening to him moan with it was amazing. Then his hole starting to move along with the video all the while luke kept feeding him more and more poppers. That’s when George said he wanted cock in him. I lined my cock up with his hole and entered him. man was he tight as he took my cock. You could see his face contorted as his mind was fighting him but then he started to moan as he knew he was now brainwashed into being a cock ad cum whore. I fucked him more and more then blew my toxic seed into his hole and he said thank you.

Sorry I’ve trunicated your message, @raunchycumslut but you’ve made a lot of excellent points. I want to put my 2 cents’ in here because it backs you up. When you say, “I am not going to be your backup plan”, it really hits home for most of these guys. When you say, “You said ‘no’, and I’m holding you to that”, it also hits home. The other night, I had a guy who was average looking but do-able contact me. He sent a face pic, I sent one back. He said he wasn’t interested. The prick had the fucking audacity to contact me a few nights later when I was feeling a bit precious. He wanted my face pic. I told him no, he’d already rejected me once, and I wasn’t in the mood to deal with rejection that night again. He actually demanded (like, “Excuse me?”) my photo. Again, I repeated what I had said before. This prick had the cheek to demand (not ask. Demand) it from me a third time, and I very firmly said that no meant no, and I wanted him to go away and if he didn’t, I’d be reporting him. He finally got that message. We don’t have to put up with this sort of abuse, guys. I honestly would rather use my hand and a toy than have to deal with the fucked up abuse because by dealing with this kinda crap, it only reduces my self-worth and my self-esteem. I’ve dealt with enough bullying and crap as a gay kid growing up in suburbia; I’m not putting up with it in my adult life. In my adult life, I come first, and I have pride in myself; I hope you guys do too because you deserve it. :)

Note from Toon: Some of this story is based on real events and the people are composites of a few characters I really met. The locations are somewhat fictionalized. No real names are used and most of the sex stuff is entirely fictional. THIS A WORK OF FICTION PART 1 Kansas City, 1989 This story may be called "Ice Storm", but it all started about five months earlier. It was a horrible, record-breaking high temperature, humid Summer. I was 22 and doing freelance artwork for some rich,crazy woman who fancied herself some kind of expert on educating young people. I drew characters that were supposed to have no identifiable gender or race. I'd spend hours trying to sketch just such a thing. Never got it quite right, but she still paid me for my time. She'd come up with some crazy idea and I would try to help her realize it. I made enough for rent and a food - plus a few luxuries. It wasn't the life I'd dreamed of, but what else can you expect from some kid who'd just graduated with a fine arts degree? My ass was virginal, but my mouth sure as hell wasn't. I started sucking dick a week after I got my driver's license. I would sneak out to the rest area on I-35 in the middle of the night and suck off anybody who wanted it. Gross dudes, fat, old, ugly -- I didn't give a damn. I just swallowed as much semen as I could. I knew about HIV and AIDS. I knew it was mostly spread through butt sex...which I couldn't imagine even trying. It didn't even sound fun to me. I moved into a cheap apartment in a very gay community. I only picked the place because the rent was ridiculously cheap. It was known as a 'gayborhood' or a "gayted community". Waiters, addicts, students, starving artists, strippers, hookers -- we all formed a community here. At least my building had very thick walls and I didn't hear my neighbors unless they had fights...which happened a lot during this heat wave. I was mostly a friendly person, but not an especially confident one. My abusive dad had beaten all the self-worth out of me when I was a kid. Boo-Hoo, Poor me. I was over it. Don't feel sorry for me. Childhood sucks because that's the way it goes. I fantasized about eating pancakes on his grave some day. At least I had an excuse to not to visit him during holidays. Mom had died of lung cancer when she was 40. She didn't even smoke. I got up the courage to go to one of the twenty gay bars that were open back then. Most of them were close enough to walk to. I went to one of the sleaziest cruise bars called "Plantation". It was a collection of fetish enthusiasts of all types. I saw a few leather dudes which was a whole world I didn't know the first thing about. They all looked tough, mean and sexy as fuck. I was developing my ideals and new fetishes almost daily. I focused my attention on these guys and hoped they'd make eye contact. None did. Oh well - I wasn't about to go out and spend a fortune on leather clothing... only to find out they were all nelly and submissive. I just wanted dick. Hard dick. And cum. I moved up to the main floor where people danced and were more social. I hadn't danced in public ever. I never went to school dances or any of that teen bullshit. I liked music a lot, though. That's when I saw a neighbor from my building. Greg -- pretty average-looking, very tall and he had a 'roommate'. He also had a big, friendly doberman that I always petted and fussed over when we were in the elevator together. We were friendly - but all I knew about him was his name...and that his roommate/lover always had hickeys. "Hi! Glen -- right?" "Yeah. Hi, Greg." He seemed shocked that I was here. I had never given out much of a gay vibe. "I didn't know, man. It's good to see you." "Where's your boyfriend?" "Who? Oh, you mean David. We just share the rent - nothing else. I'm moving out soon... just a few blocks away. It's a house on Cherry street. Hold on - be right back...." He took off to greet some friends. He was one of those guys who knew everybody. I figured he came here a lot. He disappeared in a crush of people and I just sat at a little table with only one bar stool. Loser. It must have been stamped on my forehead. I watched people come and go. I decided to have one more beer and leave. I guess there must be a rest area close to here somewhere. I could always just go there and suck an anonymous dick. No sooner than I took my first swallow of the cold beer than Greg and his crowd walked by on their way out. "See ya, Greg." "Oh hey .... Glen. We're having an after-party at my new digs. I want you to meet my new roommate - Mark. He found the place. You can follow us. I held up my nearly full beer. "Don't worry about it...just stand in the middle of us. The bouncer don't care anyway. His pals helpfully moved me to the center of fags as we headed out. This place had a confederate flag in the window which I didn't like too much. As we walked out into the tropical night I felt some big hands with long fingers on my shoulders. "Hey! You're not allergic to dogs are you?" It was Mark. 6'4" and kind of gawky. "No. I love dogs. Does Greg still have the doberman?" "Two of them now." "Cool." "How old are you?" "23" (I was actually adding a year to my age back then!). "Cool. What do you do." "Art. Some writing." "You work for Hallmark?" "Nope. I applied and submitted a portfolio -- but they never called me. I just freelance now. What do you do?" "Maintenance." Well, that could mean anything. I kinda didn't care enough to ask more. "Finish your beer, man. You don't want to get stopped with an open container." I guzzled it down quickly just as we passed a mailbox. i dropped the empty bottle down the chute. Fuck the government. I hated Bush Sr. "What's the address?" "I'll ride with you and give directions. It's close. We'll be there in two minutes." "Cool." No attraction whatsoever. I could probably go for Greg -- but this guy? No. No way. We got there behind all the others. The party was on the porch I guess. Rainbow flags were everywhere, up and down the street...from porches, from poles. "I'm going to get you into bed tonight." Was he kidding? "Sure. Sounds good." Really cheap beer was being served in cans and I wasn't in any kind of position to turn down free beer. I just couldn't get rid of this Mark guy. He wasn't ugly or anything -- I just didn't sense anything between us would ever happen. The party moved inside once everyone got sick of the mosquitoes. I had to figure that at least a few of them were HIV +. It had finally hit the Midwest with a vengeance. There were no drugs for it except AZT and antibiotics for all the infections. It was looking pretty bleak back then. There were two bathhouses in town but I couldn't to do that. There was a bong being passed around. There were ten guys there -- I had plenty of experience with weed but among a bunch of strangers. It wasn't too long before before they were loading the bowl with a mixture of weed and cocaine. Fuck this. I was stuck in the background as always. SIGH. I wondered where the dogs were. I saw one of those baby gates blocking the kitchen. doorway. I walked over but Mark stopped me. This guy, I swear. "Careful. Georgie is pregnant and will bite you if you get too close." "OK. I think I'll go now." I could just grab another beer, drink it on the porch and go a few blocks home. Of course the Mark dude followed me out the door. "You're not much of a party guy, are you?" He rubbed one of his giant hands up and down my back. "Neither am I, really." "Why the hell would you burn up cocaine? Doesn't that destroy it?" He shrugged. "It must not. Greg does it every night. He has connections. Come back up on the porch and I'll get you another beer. We can sit on the swing." Maybe he wasn't so bad. He was friendly and I was sorely lacking friends in this city. "Where do you do maintenance at?" "Actually -- I'm just a janitor at the county hospital. It pays decent -- and I get benefits." "You see AIDS guys there?" "Oh yeah! Most of them are needle users. Heroine. Shit like that. But some are more and more gay guys who fucked around too much." "Wow," What do you say after that? I didn't have time to think before he was kissing me. Groping me. OK. I guess he was worth chance. For tonight anyway. He was tall and his giant hands were an indication of something, right? Still, I can't imagine our previous conversation had led to a make-out session. "We're kinda out in the open here...let's go inside." Sure. We each grabbed a beer and went past the party people who had taken their shirts off and were randomly pairing up to fondle each other's crotches and smooch. In just a few minutes - all sorts of unsafe behavior would be going on soon. Mark took me back to his bedroom even though there was no actual bed in there -- just a mattress with sheets on the floor. I had so many one night stands in the 90's with guys who didn't own a bed frame. It was pretty common. There was nowhere to sit except on his mattress. "Ha! See? I told you I'd get you into bed!" "Yeah." It wasn't that clever of a joke, but I smiled. We fooled around for a little while but he didn't seem too into it. He stopped me from trying to reach into his shorts. OK. I didn't get it, but I hated being the only one interested. We both silently agreed to call it a night. I showed myself out. The only two people left from the party were Greg and some random guy. They both still had pants on but you could tell they'd come off soon enough. I just got in my car and drove the few blocks home. I can't say it was a 'fun' night, but it was an experience I'd needed to have. Funny how I'd start getting obsessed with this Mark guy over the next few months. I'd see him from to time at Plantation and I tried like hell to get him interested in me again. I had a female friend (Gretel) who had told me that some guys would pursue her for weeks and, then, would get all cold if she expressed an interest back. I had so much to learn about relationships. In the Fall, I was finally hired by Hallmark as a writer. My art was not their style, but they liked my writing...and my ability to mix art with words. That took up most of my time. I became the 'golden boy' there and got raises almost every 8 weeks. This was back when people actually still bought greeting cards. It was a great time for me in most ways -- EXCEPT -- I still didn't have a boyfriend. Everything would have been completely perfect if I had a regular, a familiar dick to come home to. Mark's specifically. Oh well. I kept hunting. Had some luck with a few safe sessions with dudes from the bar. One guy was from out of town had stayed with me the whole weekend. I was sick of him as soon as soon as I'd cum. But he stayed until Sunday night when I dropped him off at the train station. His was the first ass I had eaten. I still wan't sure if I liked it. It seemed a little unsafe to me. By then the ghastly holiday season had begun. I had nowhere to go and no one to call...or send cards to. Whatever. I had upgraded my TV and my premium cable choices. I also bought a Nintendo and had already beaten Tetris to the end. Twice. Wasn't my life supposed to be better than this? I was getting stoned regularly and going to Plantation. I didn't see Mark much but I almost always saw Greg. He was friendlier than usual one night and wanted to chat. "You still single?" It was none of his business, but I needed a friend. "Yeah. How's Mark?" "I don't see him much these days." "I thought he and I would be a good match -- but he's all weird when we talk." "Don't worry 'bout it. You're too good for him. He's into older guys with facial hair." Well, fuck -- I couldn't grow a beard to save my life. It's probably lucky my parents weren't Mennonites. "Oh." "I can introduce you to people. I'm a big bar slut and know everybody. You're cute -- maybe too innocent, but still cute." "I'm not that innocent, Greg. But thanks." He grinned at me and led me down to the basement level where those leather guys were. Ugh. I guess I'd be single through the end of the year. It wasn't as unfriendly as I remember. I guess just being with Greg was like my ticket to join their world. Or maybe it was the leather bomber jacket I'd treated myself to. "I don't see anybody good enough for you tonight." Was he kidding? Just trying to be nice? Flirting??? "I'm not all that great, Greg." "I think you are." It was his roommate I was interested in, but you know it goes with beggars trying to be choosers. He wasn't so bad. Reddish brown hair, facial scruff that was pretty patchy. He wasn't quite as tall as Mark, but I wouldn't mind kissing that mouth. Just as we were about to maybe kiss -- one of his buddies interrupted - "Greg! You gotta come upstairs -- there's a fight! I think the cops are gonna come!" I'd seen the other guy here many times. I remember somebody telling me he was a thief. He'd come home with somebody and steal shit. I was pointedly not invited to join them as they raced away. Alone again....naturally. I saw Mark lurking in the corner. O bought two shots and took him one. "Hey, Stranger. I hear there's a fight upstairs." "It's already over." "Oh -- I got hired by Hallmark finally. I'm a writer in the humor department." "Cool. That makes you a catch. Good job, status. You're the whole package now." But obviously still not for him. I should go home and get really high while playing Mario Brothers. He took the shot but didn't bother to thank me for it. I needed a vaccine for my crush on him. He didn't want me, so why did I still want him? "Later." I bolted with what little dignity I had left. I ate at Denny's on Thanksgiving -- just so I could feel extra sorry for myself. Not bad. I even made a stop at the liquor store as a final 'fuck you' to the holiday. I got extra drunk and listened to the new New Order cassette I'd just bought. It was so, so good! I still love that group. It evokes a time and an emotion that will never happen for me again. Longing, hope, anticipation....I don't ever feel those things now. I made some friends at work. A lot of gay guys worked near there. I met one of them and we were almost sort of dating for a week or two. His thing was to have me kneel down in front of him as he ejaculated on my head and then rub his fingers through the jizz in my hair afterwards. Was that a thing? He was obsessed with my hair. We kind of fizzled out as a couple soon. I'd never date another person from work ever again. Too weird. Hell -- I'd just jack off every night. So much easier. I actually made it through Christmas without sinking completely into self-pity. But.BUT, New Year's Eve was coming -- and I needed to find someone, anyone. I needed a kiss at midnight just once. The Winter was especially cruel that month. The worst ice storm in history was heading our way. Of course. The perfect end to a very imperfect year. PART 2 December 30, 1989 Friday. Hardly anybody was at work. It was a Friday right before a holiday. I still had no plans yet. Fuck it. I'd find somebody at Plantation -- anybody would do. I'd suck whatever dick was there -- I'd even fuck without a rubber if I had to. Fuck safety, fuck shyness -- I'd dive into the first crotch I saw. I left early. The parking garage was empty. Just my lonesome. piece-of-shit car. The sky was getting ominous and the wind had a certain dangerous, freezing smell. I stopped at the bar before happy hour had even officially began. The bartender was a Falcon Video come to life. Muscular, mustache and mostly silent. He was friendlier than usual and gave me happy hour prices on my beer. Maybe he knew the storm was coming and he wouldn't be hauling in big tips tonight. He looked like a complete boss top, but I found out later that he was a total bottom that moved to Florida to live with some doctor. Still nice to look at. I scanned the bar for a dick, any dick to bring home before the storm. Looks and age didn't matter anymore. Oh, Jesus -- there was Mark. He'd found somebody already. A big guy with a salt and pepper beard and weighing about 350 pounds. Yeah...I'd never be his type. Not for a decade at least. And a strict diet of french fries. And probably a fake beard too. The super-hunk bartender tapped me on the shoulder. ''Hey, cutie -- it's starting to rain ice out there. You best get home." He handed me a free shot and a card with his number on it, Cool! His name was Thomas. I left feeling a little hopeful. I knew better than to fall for a bartender -- but, hey, I had to give it shot. Maybe the storm would pass and maybe the temperature would get warmer and maybe, maybe , maybe. Maybe I'd resolve to start being more optimistic in 1990....starting now. Right now. No, really...NOW. No sooner had I decided that when I slipped on the icy sidewalk and landed hard on my ass. This was going to be worse than I thought. Shit. The short drive home was definitely going to be treacherous. My dad used to be an expert at driving in bad weather, but I'd never paid attention to anything he ever said or did. I hated him. It took almost 40 minutes to drive seven blocks. I made it safely despite the multiple fender-benders and the slow as hell salt trucks ahead of me. The doorman let me in. "Hope you got food stored - this is going to be a bad storm." He was a geeky blonde college kid who I'd seen play Risk -- by himself. I wasn't sure if he lived in the building or not. "You live far from here?" "No. Like four blocks away, with my girlfriend. I just walk." Oh. OK. I wondered how many gay residents here had hit on him. Probably more than a few was my guess because he pulled that girlfriend story out right away. Whatever. Looks like I'd be trapped here for the weekend. I guess I could always just start knocking on doors. 'Hey. Want a blow job?' At least we hadn't lost power yet. I had almost a half ounce of weed, a twelve pack of beer and the Nintendo. I thought of my dad who lived still lived in the same house I grew up in. He'd be in the dark already if the same storm had hit there. I needed to eat something. I'd start with stuff from the freezer first in case the power did go out first eventually. Something so sad about a sexless single guy eating frozen pizza four nights a week. SIGH. Forty minutes later and I was playing video games with the AM news station. At least, back then. it wasn't constant right wing hate 24 hours a day. Man, I hoped Bill Clinton would really become the next president. I thought he was kind of sexy. "Authorities are advising people to stay off the streets and highways. If you're stuck in traffic right now--please be patient. We're getting some initial reports power outages in outlying areas. Keep it here on 790 for more on Ice Storm '89." Wow. It already had a name and everything. Even from seven floors up, I could hear tires spinning uselessly on the icy avenue. Poor bastards. I needed to get stoned. For a bit of college nostalgia, I made a makeshift pipe from an empty aluminum can. It's easy. I got a a decent buzz quickly. Time for headphones and tunes! It was a normal Friday night for me after all. Tomorrow was New Year's Eve and I could wait until then to get good and depressed. I was getting really into old Pink Floyd these days and thought "Wish You Were Here" was just about the most perfect thing I'd ever listened to. Every song seemed personal to me back then. It was like being a teenager when you let the Top 40 act as your diary. I became 13 right when rock was fading and New Wave was hitting the airwaves. Let the whole world freeze over now, I didn't care anymore. At some point I woke up feeling super hungry. It was 11 at night. I sat in the kitchen and ate two Snickers bars from the freezer. Then I opened a cold beer and sat at the kitchen table where the phone was being so obviously silent. No messages. No nobody. I needed to call around and see if I could find some company. I figured Thomas was still working or stuck somewhere, but I called anyway. No answer. I looked in the silverware drawer, under the tray where I'd kept phone numbers from random hookups. I tried to remember the faces that went with the names. They all had dicks worth sucking. Who was that one guy, that flight attendant who wanted to fuck me? I just had never done that. Even if I had an actual vagina back there, it just seemed too invasive, too dangerous. It also felt 'weak'. Like I'd be giving up too much. Fuck it. If I could come across a dick tonight, I'd let it do whatever it wanted. Some of them were different area codes -- had to rule those out. Mark! Maybe he'd be done with his new Santa guy by now. I waited until I'd opened my third beer before I finally called his number. Greg. "Hello?" "Hi, Greg. It's Glen. Is Mark there?" "No. Do you know where he is?" "Nope." Idiot. Why would I call if I knew where he was already? "I'm getting worried. I wrecked on Prairie Drive. Nothing major. I just hit a fence outside that Korean church. No tow trucks or cops gonna come in this weather." "Well, I'm glad you made it home safe." "Yeah. I am just now thawing out. What are you doing?" "Not much. Got a little stoned and listened to music. I was going to watch "Up All Night" on USA. It's always something terrible but funny." "Cool. The dogs are so nervous. They hate storms and they hate it when both of us aren't home." "I haven't even looked outside. Is it still coming down?" "I think it's stopped, but the damage is done. Ain't nobody going nowhere tonight." "Well. I haven't got any plans for the weekend. So I'll let the city figure it out. Hey - did you sell all the puppies already?" "Sure did. Got 200 bucks apiece." "I bet they were cute." "Yeah. It broke my heart every time I sold one. There should be a new litter by Spring. Want one?" "Maybe. I started a new job at Hallmark and should be moving to a bigger place some day." "Congratulations! That's so cool." "Yeah. I like it a lot there." "It's nice talking with you, I wish you were here now, I want to be with you," The same thought had been going through my mind. "Same here, Greg. Your house is only a few blocks away. I can't drive, but I could always walk." "OK. That'd be great. If you walk on the grass, it's not so bad. Just be careful crossing the street." "You got any beer?" "No. Nothing. You got some?" "Sure. Give me about 30 minutes." "Bye." CLICK I couldn't believe I was so horny that I'd walk on pure ice to get some cock, some cum. From a guy who'd never commit to anything long-term. He had a needy boner just like I did. I'd taken a few photography classes in art school and some relative had given me a nice leather camera bag. It was big enough to put eight cans of beer in -- if you left the camera and equipment out. I also put two cans in each of my coat pockets too. I also rolled a picture-perfect joint and took that too. I was so glad we hadn't lost electricity in the neighborhood. As I walked through the lobby I saw the dumb-ass doorman playing Yahtzee with himself. "You're not driving in this, are you?" "Nah. I'm just going to get some photos of the storm damage." I pointed to my camera bag as if there was a camera in it. "Make sure you have your keys. I might not be here when you get back." "Got 'em." Jerk "Well, be careful." I didn't even answer that as I walked outside and felt the arctic air wash over me. It was cleanest, purest atmosphere you could ever hope to breathe. Greg was right: the sidewalks were not safe to tread upon. I walked o the crunchy grass before I had to cross the avenue. I didn't own any shoes with tread made for this weather. I just slid diagonally over to Greg's street like I was riding a surfboard. I only fell once. The steps up to Greg's house were tricky, but I managed to crawl up them like a panther on the prowl. His porch light was already on. Greg answered the door wearing only pajama bottoms, socks and a bathrobe. Cool. There'd be sex!! "How is it out there?" "You gotta be careful but it's not too bad walking." "Come sit down, get warm." I took off my coat and put down the camera bag. He already had the heat turned up pretty high. There was no TV in the living room -- I'd never seen such a thing. He had a boom box which was set on some bubblegum pop station I never listened to. 94.6 FM. So I guess we were going to have to fill the time making conversation. "So have you been, Greg?" "Not so bad -- until tonight. I didn't really mess up the car too bad. I only have liability insurance, but I guess I don't have to worry about paying the church for damage to their fence. " It was so warm in here. "Want a beer?" "Hell yeah!" I opened my camera bag and opened two of them out for us. Still cold. I thought I drained beers fast, but Greg swallowed almost all of his before I'd even opened mine. That gave me yet another excuse to drink a lot, quickly. "How are the dogs?" "They spend Winters at my brother's farm in Texas. It's warmer there." We opened more beers, "Is that where you're from? Texas?" "Yeah. You can't tell by the accent? Where are you from?" "Oklahoma." "Wow. You sound like you're from Chicago or somewhere like that." "I've tried my whole life to lose any trace of how my dad talked." Greg nodded. I guess most of us had shitty relationships with our dads. "You're tense. Why?" "I'm not. I'm just....I'm not tense." I was more horny than tense. He had very hairy legs. I couldn't stop looking at them. Oh hell -- I found the joint I'd brought and held it up. "Care to partake?" "Wow. You are a great guest! I would have never guessed you smoked." So we shared the weed and I moved down to the floor (I've always been more comfortable on the floor). Maybe I'd get glimpse up his robe -- not that he wouldn't have just let me open it and get a good look. "Look -- I'm sorry you and Mark didn't work out. He's a flake, man. If I had a guy like you interested in me -- I'd be over the moon!" I was starting to not mind the music so much. Madonna's "Like a Prayer" was on and I loved that song. "Thanks. Did you ever see the Pepsi commercial with Madonna in it? I only saw it once before they pulled it." "No. The video is weird."We finished the joint. And I opened more beers for us while he lit a cigarette. "Want one?" Sure - what the hell? He handed me the one directly from his perfect lips. I kept looking at his long, thick fingers. (also hairy) "You have great hands, Greg." "Yeah? Talk to me about those hands." His voice got deeper. I grabbed his hand -- and slowly sucked each finger. I didn't even know I was into hands until now. "You have manly hands. Big knuckles, I just really like them." "Nice. What do you like to do?" "I pretty much just like to suck dick." Did I really say that out loud? I was fucked up! Shit. "Well...that's a place to start..." He opened his robe and I saw his dick was already hard. It was an usual specimen.,,tiny head and a shaft that quickly got fatter as it went down to the base. Like, WAY fatter. "You like this?" I didn't even bother to answer. A hard dick was inches away and I put my mouth on it immediately. DAMN! I needed this badly. I sucked and sucked until I wore both of us out. "Whoa -- take a break for a minute." I needed to pee anyway. "Where's your bathroom?" He pointed in a general direction as he lit another cigarette. I found it and closed the door. I'm ashamed to admit that I always snooped in other people's medicine cabinets when I used their bathrooms. Good God! The whole thing was full of prescription bottles. Nearly half were for Greg, the other half for Mark. Fuck! AIDS? Right? Fuck! Wait, wait...maybe they just both had allergies really bad. But in the middle of Winter? Dammit -- I'd pretend I never saw all that shit. I just peed and left. I didn't see anything. Nothing. Greg was stroking his boner. "Take off your clothes already!" I did. Even the socks. He was just in his socks but soon peeled those off too. We were completely nude together. I had a stiffy that just wouldn't go down. "You sucked me so good -- I need some lotion on my dick." "Sorry." "Don't be sorry -- just follow me. I got some special lotion you can put on it for me." I was in a trance just watching the tiny, round butt attached to his long lean backside. His bed was perfectly made and there was a small nightlight on an outlet near the floor. He already had a tube of "lotion" uncapped on the nightstand. It was very obviously lube. Butt sex lube. OK. I knew this was day was coming. I was going to have to take it up my butt. Life is full of doors. The doors to sorrow are numerous and always open, but the there are very few doors leading to joy. I finally found one and couldn't turn back now. I went through that door and flopped on the bed. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I saw that the headboard was this weird imitation leather and there were two wrist straps attached on the sides. OK. This guy was hardcore. We were both naked and both very hard. I was on my back. He sat on my chest with his bare ass. "You want one last taste before I put the lube on?" Yes. I wanted him to fuck my face and gag me with that fat, pointy dick. He pretty much did just that. I gulped and only gagged a little once. He was really going to town, but pulled away just as it sounded like he was going to cum. "Stop!" His sweat was dripping all over me. "Did you bring a condom with you?" "No. I had no idea it would get this far." "Well...I will try to pull out before I nut." He put a generous amount of lube on his cock and a little bit on my asshole which I worked in with a finger. I was about to let a guy with a tons of prescription bottles enter me with no latex covering his dick. So be it. "I don't have the greatest luck" "I want you, Greg. ALL of you." He put my wrists through the straps, hoisted my legs over his shoulders. "Can you turn a little more light on? I want to see you." He had to stretch to reach a little table lamp. It was a very low wattage but at least I could see more of him. He was not a particularly handsome man, but he looked like an angel in this lighting. I wanted him to kiss me, but he was so horny that he wanted to fuck. And so it began -- He worked that tiny head in and it barely hurt. It wasn't until he pushed the fat shaft further that I had decided to change my mind. "NO!" I could barely handle it. "NO! STOP!" "Shh. Just a little bit more. It'll get better. Just hang on." I'd asked for this. As I got used to his cock inside me, it felt better...much better. It wasn't like I could push him off of me anyway. That helplessness helped me enjoy the throbbing waves of pleasure radiating from my inner rectum. My whole body was shaking and that seemed to really get him enthused. My complaints had turned to moans. "Fuck I'm gonna cum." "Don't pull out, Greg. Get me pregnant." "You sure?....ahhhh...DAMN! Here you go, man!" I felt so gypped that I couldn't feel the spurts go into my guts. The mental image was enough, I guess. He fell on top of me and started sucking on my neck hard. He was leaving a hickey for sure. I couldn't stop him. He was so sweaty and had a certain smell that wasn't quite B.O -- but close. Greg was exhausted. He undid my straps and flopped down next to me, breathing heavily. He was asleep within five minutes while I just wanted to go home. I mean, he'd already told me he was a bar slut and couldn't be tied down. I knew I'd just had very risky sex and would probably need to get tested in a few weeks. I had a good medical plan, but it wouldn't kick in until next month. I was told I would not be covered if I was injured jumping out of an airplane. That's pretty much what I'd done. I'd landed safely --but in a nest of scorpions. I went to the living room and got dressed. I knew it was rude to take the rest of my beer with me. You're supposed to leave it with the host, but this probably wouldn't happen again anytime soon. I sat on his couch and drank one of them as fast as I could. I also grabbed his pack of cigarettes, lit one and put it in my coat pocket. Double rude. I could hear Greg snoring from here. It was still icy as fuck outside. Like I even cared now. At this point, even falling and breaking all my teeth out would be OK compared to what I'd just done. What I'd just done to myself. It was a weird sensation to be out at this hour and not see a single car on the streets. Just the haunted sound of Northern wind and crackling, snapping branches. It was the sound of tiny bones breaking. Yep - the doorman was gone by the time I got to my building. I fished out my keys and my hands were numb (I seriously needed to buy some gloves). The power was still working. Miracle. The phone was ringing as I got in the door. Greg? Thomas? I rushed to the kitchen and answered. "Hi." Its was Gretel -- my old high school friend. The first person I came out to. The oven on my clock said 1:10 AM. She rarely called me and never this late. "What's up." "I saw you guys had a big ice storm down there. It was on the news even." "Yeah. It's something else alright. No parties tomorrow night." "Remember that one New Years Eve when we drove around until we found somewhere that would sell us beer? It didn't take long." "It was smart of us to let you go in alone. That guy was so in love with you." "They're called 'tits', Glen." She'd only bought a six-pack but it was enough to make us sick. We were amateurs. I'd gone on to college while she stayed behind for some guy who ended up dumping her when she told him she wanted a baby. She'd only ever planned to be a wife and a mother. "What have you been up to, Gretel?" 'Well..." I knew what she was about to tell me. "I'm pregnant." "Funny. So am I." END

One thing that strikes me about this is expectation setting: when we read posts on sites like this one, we read about guys having successful hot encounters with other guys they've met online. People skip the flakes and the details that aren't so horny about when it doesn't quite work. So we hold ourselves up to a benchmark that is a bit artificial. I enjoyed reading the thread "When hookups get.... strange" which was mainly about guys partying, but it is amusing to see that behind the scenes things go wrong for other guys too, and it's not just me. As for apps, I've changed how I used them. When home (small town 40 miles from London) I only use it to keep in touch with people I already know - although I try and move conversation to WhatsApp as soon as I can. I tend to only use the apps for trawling when staying away from home and when I can actually meet or host. I think a lot of guys are on the apps because they are horny and arent really prepared to meet (their flat mate is home, they haven't cleaned out, etc). I dont want to be one of those.

Part 23 - Reflection They sat huddled around in the ER waiting for Hillson to return and tell them what was going on, Nicky, Lucy, Steve and Callum arrived and joined them. Lucy was sat with Jordan holding his hand as they comforted each other between sobs of sadness and the unknowing of what was going on. "I knew coming here would be bad, I felt it when the plane landed" Jordan said looking at Lucy. Lucy shook her head "Your not to blame Jordan, he seemed to know what he was doing and got to us through Kit". Jordan wiped his eyes "I never thought he would go to such extremes to get back at me". She put her arm around Jordan as Kit walked up "Have they said anything yet?" She asked looking at Kit. He shook his head "No, he said 15 minutes and he will come in and talk to us. I feel so responsible for being taken in by him". Jordan looked up at Kit "Your not responsible Kit, he knew what he was doing somehow". The door opened and everyone turned as Mario walked in confused at seeing such a large crowd of people starring at him. Jordan stood up and went over to where Mario stood. "I'm so sorry for what you have been put through Mario" he said hugging his friend. Mario cried in his arms "I really fucked up this time, I let myself get abused by him Jordan and couldn't stop it". Jordan stroked Mario's head "He is evil Mario I know that now but like you I couldn't see it at the time". Hillson walked in to the room and looked around at everyone, Kit had enough of this waiting around game and demanded to know what was going on and why they weren't telling them anything, Hillson raised his hand. "Please I am sorry it is taking so long, but we don't know the identity of the persons involved" Hillson began to explain. Jordan looked at him "The driver is Sage Peters and he kidnapped my partner Daniel Salinger". "Where is our son?" Lucy strode over to Hillson followed by David. "Sage was cut free from the car and is in ICU responding to treatment, who is Sage's kin?" Hillson asked. Mario looked "I guess I am closest of sort". "The nurse here will take you to see Sage" Hillson said and the nurse escorted Mario out of the room. "Are you all Daniel's family and friends?" he asked. Lucy let out a sob fearing the worst "Yes we are". "Daniel has bruising and some cuts but otherwise seems to be okay and is being examined as we speak" he told the waiting group. Relief strewn across their faces and the door opened to the visitors room the doctor asking for Jordan, Lucy and David as Daniel wanted to see them. The doctor stopped before they went in to the room and told them that Daniel will have to stay in overnight for observation and then rest for a week to allow the bruising to heal. They entered the ER cubicle to find Daniel laying in bed dazed and a little confused sporting a cut on his forehead and bruising on his arms. Jordan shook his head "I'm so sorry Danny" as he broke down in tears, David went round and put his arm around Jordan. Daniel shifted in bed "He would have got to me eventually Jordy". "Did he hurt you?" Jordan wiped the tears from his eyes. "No not really a few bruises from where he struck me a few times" he held Jordan's hand. Jordan looked at Daniel "Did he rape you Danny?". Daniel sobbed "He tried to... but he didn't as the helicopter appeared overhead". Jordan kissed Daniel "Thank god". Jordan insisted with the doctor that he would stay with Daniel overnight and told the rest of the group to go back home and get some rest. Kit said he would collect them from ER and to call him when they were ready to leave. Hillson appeared when they left to get a full statement and shook his head is disbelief as the story unfolded. Jordan asked what would happen to Sage but all he could offer was that he would probably be put on trial for kidnapping with intent to cause harm and dangerous driving. Mario sat looking at Sage, months of pent up mental torture sitting bubbling on the surface. Over the past few days Curt and Mario had been speaking and Mario had disappeared to be with Curt and help nurse him through the result of his one night stand with Sage. The cloud over Mario was clearing and over the days he and Curt grew closer to each other, Curt was breaking down the barrage of mental abuse Mario had suffered. He looked at Sage who was on a morphine drip and sleeping the nurse did a check on his vitals and said she was monitoring it from the ICU station, Mario said he would call if there was any change as well. He looked at the morphine bag and the label 'Administer over 12 hours through IV line only', he sat and watched as every 5 minutes another drop would fall in to the IV line, Sage stirred opening his eyes and saw Mario sitting there. Mario leaned over "Are you in pain, how are you feeling?". Sage grinned "Stupid worthless fucking whore, can't get enough of my cock and toxic seed can you?" he chuckled. Mario looked at him "You ruined my life just like you tried to ruin Jordan's". "I will fuck up his new boyfriend and destroy both of them" a small smile broadened on his face. Mario leaned closer "Leave them alone Sage and I know now what you did to Curt as well". "Your nothing but a whore who belongs to me and I will continue to break you down to nothing" a look of pure evil was in his eyes. Mario stroked Sage's arm "No I think your done Sage, I only have one thing to do now". Mario's hand felt it's way up the IV tube to the drip controller and opened the valve to a steady dripping watching the IV line fill up and pumping Sage's body full of morphine, he knew that it would start to slow his respiratory rate down as it started to take effect. Sage mumbled and Mario saw the heart rate drop a couple of beats, he placed his finger next to Sage's that had the vitals sensor clipped on and swiftly moved it on to his own. He held his breath and saw the change in heart rate and blood pressure and breathed when the nurse didn't look up at the blip on the reading. He sat there smiling at Sage whose eyelids were getting heavy as his respiration began to slow down from the effects of the morphine. Mario stroked Sage's face "No one else will suffer at your hands Sage, I am going to see to that". Sage murmured for a moment then coughed his eyes fully closed. Mario watched his breathing getting shallower, he took a cloth and wiped the drip valve to remove his finger print and then did the same with the vitals sensor clip. He put the cloth back and lifted Sage's hand and placed the thump and finger over the drip valve and pressed them, he then repeated it on clip. He leant forward resting his head on the bed and placed Sage's arm around the back of his neck. He watched as Sage took his last slow erratic breaths and he quietly and ever so serenely he slipped away. Mario continued to watch him for half an hour as the last few drops or morphine left the drip bag, Mario closed his eyes and went to sleep, for the first time he really felt a cloud lifting, it was a big risk be it was the only way he could stop Sage's destructive path. Jordan grabbed sleep whenever he could, he had a very uneasy nights sleep constantly checking on Daniel and holding his hand, the doctor stood outside watching through the observation window with the nurse, she spoke to the doctor 'You see that, that is love that no one can break' the doctor looked at the nurse and patted her arm 'Your getting soft Milly'. She shoved the doctor telling them they better go and see how the other patient is doing. The shouting woke him as the nurse and doctor rushed around the room, Mario rubbed his eyes and looked at the doctor who shook his head and pronounced the time of death. Hillson came running in to the room, the doctor and nurse suggested from what they saw that Sage's arm was on the back of Mario's head and at some point he moved the clip on to Mario's finger whilst he slept and opened the valve. Mario sat and cried holding Sage's hand for 15 minutes to make it look convincing until Hillson escorted him out of the room. One of the forensics that was in attendance lifted the prints off the clip and confirmed they matched Sage's own. The final few hours of the night slipped by as Hillson came to find Mario in the waiting room. "I'm sorry for your loss, can I call anyone for you?" Hillson asked Mario. Mario looked back in the room "No, I think I will go for a walk to clear my head". "The doctor has told me it was a result of injuries sustained and suicide" Hillson looked at Mario. "Suicide?" Mario looked shocked. Hillson nodded "It appears he opened the valve whilst you slept" he looked at Mario in a very unconvincing manner. "Do I need to stay" Mario asked Hillson who simply shook his head. Hillson guided Mario out "Strange how it happened but we won't be pursuing this any further". Mario walked along out of ER and saw Jordan at the vending machine grabbing a coffee, it was still only 5am but Jordan looked tired and exhausted. Mario walked over in his direction "Jordan can we talk". Jordan looked over "What's wrong Mario?". "I just want you to get on with your life, don't worry about Sage any more" he looked directly in Jordan's eyes. "Mario what have you done?" Jordan spoke quietly. "Sorted everything out, I am going to live with Curt unfortunately Sage got him as well" Mario replied in a hushed voice. Jordan looked at Mario "What has happened?" Mario smiled "Good by Jordan, take good care of your boyfriend" he turned and walked out of the ER. Jordan stood their scratching his head and retrieved the coffee, making his way back to Daniel's room Hillson was approaching from the opposite direction. "Ah glad I caught up with" He said stopping to talk to Jordan. "Is everything alright, do you need a further statement from Danny err Daniel?" Jordan asked. "I don't think we need to bother Daniel any more. I do have to let you know that Sage Peters has passed away" Hillson told Jordan. Jordan opened his mouth "But I thought he was going to be fine?". "Yes, but unfortunately he didn't make it through the night" he said. Jordan watched him walking away tinged with a little sadness at the news but none the less a little more happier, he went back to Daniel's room who shifted uncomfortably in bed but still slept from the painkillers, he took hold of Daniel's hand and kissed it and drifted off.

To answer your questions: It's not just you. I get frustrated about it as well. And yes, I am a sensitive person, but hey, I'd rather care than not. I actually do sometimes get depressed or upset. But, then I realize all things happen for a reason, and there has to be something better out there for me. And seriously, would I really want someone like that buried deep inside me? No. I don't know if I have faith in the community per se, but I do have faith in individuals. I try to keep those individuals close to me and push away those who are not good for me. I do get frustrated. I don't always avoid the frustration. I have told this story to a few people privately on here, but I'll share it publicly. I love the karma of it. I moved to New Zealand to be with my then husband, and it was very hard to find friends. So I advertised on a local dating / friendship site for friends. I was talking with one guy for a while -- he was an actor (I like acting) and artistic (I'm artistic) and we seemed to get along pretty well. He sent me a photo of him and hey, not an oil painting but I'm looking for friends, nothing more, and there's really no attractiveness need there in my opinion. I send him a photo back. He tells me we can't be friends because I'm "not attractive enough". I'm sure you understand the frustration thing because you sound like me in that regard. A few months later, I'm out shopping at a local mall for Christmas presents. Someone arrives right next to me, full of happiness and excitement and jazz hands. "Hey!!!" It's the guy from the friendship Web site. "Hi. I thought I wasn't attractive enough to be your friend." "Oh, your photo doesn't do you justice. You're way hotter in real life." At that point, I was shaking. "Hey, why don't you just fuck off?" And, after looking incredulous that someone said that to him... he fucked off. Karma does work sometimes! I'm sorry this is happening to you but I do understand. Chin up and big hugs.

I've posted on here before about hookup apps/sites and my difficulties with them. I've had people ask to see my pics, then block me or insult me or just say "no thanks" (usually without showing their pics, which pisses me off even more). I've had guys say they were on their way over, then never show up, usually they delete their profile or block me after, but I've had a few guys pull that shit and then hit me up a few days later and act shocked when I tell them I've lost interest. I've had guys give me a hard time for being poz, fucking bare, liking water-sports, liking rimming, liking [insert whatever fetish/kink here]. I try to brush it off but I admit that sometimes shit gets under my skin. I know I am not super handsome, but I also know I'm above-average in looks but after having a dozen guys reject me based on my face pics in an hour or two, I start thinking "Maybe I really am fucking ugly and didn't know it" (like Obliging, I have been told I am MUCH better looking in person than in my pics, even by men who rejected me online then met me in person and wanted to hook up). I've had men flat out tell me "I'm gonna keep looking for someone hotter, but if I don't find anyone, you can suck my dick", then act surprised I say "No thanks, bye". I think everyone deals with this crap. Even if you're jaw-droppingly hot, you're not going to be everyone's ideal type, and some guys are total assholes when it comes to telling someone else they aren't interested. Also, I know there are tons of guys (some not even gay) that go on apps just to play games/troll/make people feel like shit because it's funny to them or makes them feel better about not getting laid themselves or because they got fondled as a kid and are fucked up for life; whatever the reason, they get off on hurting other people. I acknowledge I'm a hypocrite for saying it (because again, guys on apps do get under my skin more often than I care to admit) but you really have to just shrug if all off and move on to the next potential guy. One bit of advice? I've made it a rule that I don't ask for pics, but I refuse to give out my pics unless the other guy shows me his pics first, OR we can talk on the phone. That cuts down on trolls and game-players by like half.

Way to go, Toon! Prolific and terrific!

I'm voting A or C, but I have to add the caveat that I'm a top and on PrEP. I live in what most of you would consider a small town, but we have a major university and I'm within a couple hours of both Indianapolis and Chicago. There are maybe 2-3 guys on BBRTS in my town (but none that I've met up with, go figure). On Scruff, I advertise that I'm on PrEP but don't specifically call out that I'm into BB, but there are very few people who actually respond on Scruff around here. I get many more replies on Scruff when I'm in the bigger cities. On Grindr, I'm pretty straightforward. I used the devil and pig emoticons for awhile and some guys asked me what they were for (eyeroll). Now, my Grindr profile doesn't specifically say anything about BB, but when I'm talking to a bottom who wants to fuck, I am pretty blunt about preferring bare and will say something like "I have other options, thanks" if they insist on condoms. Do I get a LOT of action? No, but usually enough to keep me satisfied and not feeling guilty about any kind of lying or stealthing. But, as others will say on here, you'd be surprised at how many are willing to go bare that say "safe only" or something in their profiles.

Finally discovered how to change my profile name here. My old name was newneg.

Part 2: Dr. Bell and the Male intern Two weeks had passed and once again I had to drive myself to see Dr. Bell. Honestly I was glad this time because I needed to be fucked again. I showed up at the medical office around 4:30 and noticed his nurse wasn't there but a rather handsome male intern, who's name was David. The bulge in his pants left me wondering if David liked my looks. Leading me down the hallway to an exam room, David took my vitals while awaiting Dr. Bell's arrival. Now, let me describe David. His eyes were baby blue which enticed me to loose myself. He was six feet, two inches, neatly trimmed brunette hair but no facial hair. Oh, and he had muscles like a Greek god. For a few minutes I actually forgot I was sick. Normally young guys do nothing for me but I was hoping David would somehow fuck me sometime in the near future. After David asked me for the third time how long I had been sick because apparently I was lost in lust I broke out of my trance and answered him, adding an apology for having missed his earlier questions. David was sweet and laughed it off, suggesting I must have had something or someone on my mind. I blushed. How right he was. About then Dr. Bell walked in and looked at my vitals, commenting I'd find this visit to be special. With that he asked me to undress. With David in the room I was a bit nervous, but both Dr. Bell and David assured me it was fine, as David was 'like Dr. Bell'. I interpreted this as meaning David was, like Dr. Bell, gay. I quickly got undressed and they did the same. My first though upon seeing David naked was fuck, he is hot, but my real focus was on his cock. While perhaps not quite as large as Dr. Bell's, it definitely wasn't small. I'd estimate it at eight inches, obviously uncut, and obviously quite thick. His cock was already leaking precum and I couldn't wait to taste it. I noticed David had a scorpion tattoo but I still had no clue what it meant. Dr Bell then asked what would I do to pleasure both of them. "Anything you desire, Dr. Bell," I immediately replied. "Well, David hasn't cum since getting his results which has been over a month ago, and I know he would like to share his load with someone who would absolutely poz-itively take it without question." I didn't catch how Dr. Bell emphasized the poz part and I said I would love to have him cum inside my ass. A big smile came across David's face and Dr. Bell led us both down the hall to another room which contained a bed in it. Dr. Bell had me get on all fours on the bed, and David sat on the bed in front of me, presenting his eight inch cock to my lips, as Dr. Bell got behind me and started working on my ass. I opened my mouth and started licking up all of David's precum. I also noticed Dr. Bell was scratching up the inside of my ass again while he fingered me. It hurt again but I didn't say anything because I wanted to worship David's beautiful cock. After several minutes of Dr. Bell fingering my ass he slowly this time worked his glorious cock in my ass. It took Dr. Bell a few minutes to work his cock all the way up my ass but once he was all the way in I relaxed and he slowly fucked my ass. I was in heaven. I took my time on David's cock and since Dr. Bell was taking his time I managed to deep throat David's cock. This went on for a while and David had me stop a few times because he was close to cumming. My own cock was making a big mess on the bed from my own precum and when Dr. Bell picked up the pace and really started fucking my ass I lost it, shooting six big wads onto the bed as simultaneously my ass tightened up around Dr. Bell's cock, causing him to blow his load in my ass. After Dr Bell finished he withdrew from my ass, gave me a light slap on my butt cheeks, advising David it was his turn to to fuck me. David and Dr. Bell switched places. David immediately rammed his cock up my ass, but as Dr. Bell had really opened me up well, David slid in easily. As I started enjoying his fucking I turned my attention to Dr. Bell's cock and I noticed there was blood on it. I gestured to the blood, and seeing it, Dr. Bell commented it was okay, that a little blood was only natural. With that I calmed down, cleaning his cock with my mouth while David enjoyed my ass. I had just gotten into cleaning Dr. Bell's cock when David let out a primal scream and unloaded what felt like a gallon of cum up my ass. Dr. Bell held my head in place to continue cleaning his cock while David came back to reality. David didn't remove his cock and he never went soft. He stayed hard and within a couple of minutes he was fucking me again. I continued cleaning Dr. Bell's cock and before long he was hard again so I started sucking his cock and worshipping his cock. David fucked me a lot longer the second time and he held off until Dr. Bell said he was going to cum. A few seconds later my mouth and ass were full of cum at the same time and I swallowed all of Dr. Bell's cum. After they both were finished Dr. Bell got up and David got on the bed and pulled me up to him. Dr. Bell said he would be right back while David and I started kissing each other very passionately. After Dr. Bell returned David and I didn't even notice until Dr. Bell cleared his throat. By the hard on he had I would say he was enjoying the show. I also noticed a needle and a couple of vials for drawing blood. Dr. Bell then sat on the edge of the bed and said he really needed to talk to me about what the tattoos meant and why I've been sick for two weeks without any improvement. What he told me changed my life what happened next shocked even me.

Part 79 - The Smell of Leather Joe and Kyle were packing up the last of the gear and dragging it down to the car. Jaime had called a few minutes earlier asking where they were. “Guess he’s almost as excited about a weekend with lots of hot guys in leather as I am” Joe said. He made sure he had the hotel info that Patrick had sent him and they drove over to Jaime’s place. The drive was long and unlike the spring break trip they didn’t stop at all of the rest stops, so they could save up as much cum as they could. Halfway through the trip Joe’s escort phone buzzed and he took a look at the message. “hey. bro been sick a couple days. last nite i woke up sweating. now have rash on chest, arms” said Blaine’s message. “congrats. u r prob in club now. wait a week n hit clinic” Joe replied. The Friday afternoon traffic in Chicago sucked but they finally got to the hotel. Joe and Kyle grabbed their bags and said “See you tomorrow” before they hopped out and let Jaime drive the car back to his parent’s house in the burbs. Joe and Kyle’s heads were rubber necking as they walked through the lobby and up to the desk to check in. They had never seen so many guys wearing leather gear in one place. Some were subtle but many weren't. Once they got to the room, they unpacked and showered. Joe started assembling the sling while Kyle rolled a few joints. Joe had texted Patrick once they got to the room and his phone buzzed just as he connected the last chain. Joe read the message and said to Kyle “Ready for a crazy weekend? We’re supposed to go to Patrick’s room and meet everyone.” “Do you want me to go or should I go scout out the hotel?” Kyle asked. “They may be my future co-workers, but if I fuck em, you should too” Joe replied. Joe hoped that first meeting would be a quick introduction and then right to sex, but decided to not assume anything and dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt. They wandered up to the other hotel room, not knowing what to expect. Joe knew that Patrick and Raphi would be there but he had no idea how many others were sticking around for the weekend. Joe stood in front of the door for a few moments, took a deep breath and knocked. The door opened a few inches and then Patrick invited them in. Joe looked around and saw Raphi on his knees sucking a tall black muscle bear who seemed to be about 40. Next to them was a white guy about the same age that looked like an ex-jock with a shaved head and a bushy beard. Behind them was a muscled asian guy that seemed to be about Joe’s height and age. “Joe, you know Raphi. Above him is Evan, our VP of Sales. Next to him is my boss Micah. And hiding in back is Ken who will be working with you. He started in January after graduating early. There are two others that are here this weekend but they are partners and they said they won’t play around this weekend. Knowing Skyler, they’ll probably be in their room the whole weekend fucking each other. You might meet them at a couple social things I planned” Patrick said. “Sounds good. This is my boyfriend Kyle and we won’t be alone in our room all weekend, hehe. What is the plan for this weekend?” Joe asked. “We really don’t have a plan other than to have a good time. I told these guys that everyone should have taken a load from all the other guys by Monday, no questions asked. I know Raphi has a little head start since he’s had a few dicks in him every day this week. Now he just has to breed some ass to make up for all he’s taken” Patrick said. “Well, if anyone is interested, I have scheduled a few parties tomorrow in our room and anyone is welcome. One is for a friend of ours and the other is for a guy I met online that wants to be a cumdump for a couple hours” Joe explained. The smile he got out of Ken was the first sign that he wasn’t scared out of his mind with the thoughts of what might happen this weekend. Both Evan and Micah nodded and Raphi was still sucking on Evan’s dick. “How about we start with a quick fuck and then head out to dinner before we hit the bars tonight?” Patrick said. “I like that. How about we start with management on staff?” Evan replied. Kyle looked around and realized he was going to be left out, but quickly decided he would sample the cocksucking skills of each bottom while they got fucked. Joe and Kyle removed their clothes while everyone else took off what little clothing they still had on. Joe climbed on the bed next to Raphi and Ken then climbed on the other bed. Joe was on his back and Raphi and Ken opted for their knees. Kyle’s cock was already getting stiff as he stood between the two beds looking at the bottoms and saw the three tops all talking quietly to each other, choosing who they would fuck first. Patrick walked up to Joe and smiled. “Now its time for me to return the favor” he said. Evan approached Raphi and adjusted his position to be ass height. Micah took his place behind Ken, spreading his legs wider and then rubbing his cock over his hole. Kyle kneeled on the bed and slapped his cock over Raphi’s cheeks and then pressed it to his lips. A little bit of lube was applied and the three tops simultaneously pushed in. Raphi stared at the biohazard tattoo above Kyle’s cock as he sucked and was getting pounded from Evan’s thick rod. Joe was getting no mercy from Patrick who seemed intent on destroying his hole right away. Micah may have started out slow and easy on Ken, but turned out to be the vocal top. The room was soon filled with grunts and comments about the bottom’s hungry cunts. Having stuffed Raphi’s throat enough, Kyle needed a break and pulled out. He turned around and looked at Ken. His face was pressed to the bed with Micah’s hand on his shoulders. He chuckled and realized that Ken was not going to be his next cocksucker, but if he stood on the bed, Micah’s mouth would be at just the right height. He climbed on and straddled Ken’s body and looked down at Micah who looked up at him for a moment before realizing Kyle’s intent. Micah’s furled eyebrows told Kyle that he wasn’t used to being anyone’s cocksucker, but Kyle didn’t care. Micah wasn’t going to be his boss in a few months. A hand on the back of Micah’s head guided him forward and Kyle’s cock was soon pressed to his lips. He pushed harder and when those lips parted, Kyle started to fuck Micah’s mouth. Micah may now have been quieter, but he was still pounding Ken’s ass as hard as ever. Kyle had his hands on each side of Micah’s head and was drilling into his throat which unsettled his rhythm fucking Ken. Kyle could feel Micah trying to break free and after a few more minutes let go and pulled his cock out just as Micah let out a growl and slammed into Ken’s pussy, unleashing a huge load of cum inside. Micah looked at Kyle and said “Payback is gonna be a bitch” and then grinned at him. Evan had been drilling Raphi’s ass while he watched Micah, Kyle and Ken. He was holding off until either Patrick or Micah had shot. He never wanted to be the first top to unload, but Raphi was working his cock really well and it was a struggle not to shoot. He heard a grunt from Patrick and then slammed in hard two more times before his cock started pumping seed into Raphi’s hungry cunt. Patrick had jackhammered Joe’s hole from the start. It was a hard fuck that Joe wasn’t quite expecting from his future boss. His impression from the previous times that he had fucked Patrick was that he was mostly a bottom, but now he knew that might have been wrong. But now he felt the warmth as Patrick’s poz cock shot rope after rope of cum into his ass. He looked up and Patrick seemed to be lost in bliss with his eyes closed. A smile slowly grew on Patrick’s face and he slowly pulled is cock out of Joe’s hole, cum dripping down on to the floor. “OK, now it’s time to switch it up. I know at least a couple of you bottoms want to fuck management” Patrick said with a chuckle. Raphi, Ken and Joe climbed off the bed. Each was looking at the three management guys over trying to decide who to take. Ken and Raphi were spending too much time looking back and forth so Joe walked over to Evan and twisted his pierced nipple before turning him to the bed. “Oh fuck. Go easy, I don’t get fucked often” Evan said as he climbed on the bed, leaving his ass hanging over the edge. “Don’t worry, I’m a pro at opening up tight holes” Joe replied with a snicker. Ken and Raphi glanced at each other and swapped sides of the bed. Ken smiled as he walked up to Patrick, his cock pointing straight out and dripping precum. He put his hand around Patrick’s head and pulled him in for a short rough kiss and then pushed him to the bed next to Evan. Raphi was more hesitant as he approached Micah. He really didn’t feel comfortable fucking guys, much less a VP of his company. Micah laid down on the bed on his back and pulled up his muscular legs, exposing his hairy hole. Raphi kneeled down and stuffed his face between Micah’s ass cheeks. His tongue licked, probed and coated the hole with spit. His hand was stroking his cock, keeping it hard. After a few minutes he stood up and rubbed the head of his cock over the hole and started to push in. His body was shaking and his nerves were not helping his cock stay stiff. He pushed a finger into Micah’s pussy and then a second while stroking his cock again. Raphi quickly pulled his fingers out and pushed his cock in, finally getting inside. Kyle had been groping the other two pairs and noticed Raphi in a near panicked state. He walked over behind Raphi and reached around, first rubbing his chest while his cock humped Raphi’s ass. Kyle started pinching both of Raphi’s nipples which seemed to get the desired reaction. Raphi started to fuck Micah’s hole slowly, his cock now staying fully hard. Kyle twisted harder and Raphi’s thrusts got more energetic. Kyle adjusted his body and with the next outward thrust, he shoved his cock deep into Raphi’s cum filled hole. “Oh my god!” yelled out Raphi and he began to pump back and forth into Micah’s hole and on to Kyle’s pierced cock. His cock was leaking precum into Micah’s cunt and as it got sloppier, he fucked harder. He had no idea what Micah’s status was but his precum was coating every bit of flesh inside Micah’s hole and soon he would be flooding it with a two day load of virulent seed. He started to feel Kyle slamming into his ass which forced him into Micah even harder. He could feel his cock engorge and his balls were now aching and pulled tight. “FUUUCCCKKK!!!” screamed out Raphi as his cock pulsed and the cum seemed to shoot out with a force unlike any he had ever experienced. Raphi’s hole, too, was getting wetter as his orgasm was milking Kyle’s cum into his ass. Ken had started out gentle with Patrick, lubing his hole up with the bottle of lube he found on the bed and then slowly opening his pussy up with his cock. Now his body was rocking and driving his cock into Patrick and he was back in his normal “fuck zone.” When he saw Joe slam into Evan, he picked up the pace and was soon pounding his boss’s hole like Joe was doing to Evan. Any concerns about fucking his boss were long gone and he pulled Patrick up to his chest. He kept fucking but bit down on his shoulder and whispered in a ragged breath “Fuck, your hole feels so good. I hope we can fuck a lot more after this weekend.” Joe had started out slow with Evan, as well. His time escorting had gotten his cock into all types of guys, from virgin to those with decades of experience, extremely tight to very loose. Joe could tell that Evan had taken cock before, but he was still very tight. He briefly tongued Evan’s hole before using the lube on the table which he forced in with his finger. He did it a second time with two fingers and after twisting them around a few moments Evan squeezed his hole around Joe’s fingers. Joe knew he was ready and worked his cock inside. He loved watching his pale cock slowly sink inside Evan’s darker skinned hole. He built up speed as Evan got used to his cock but would jab his cock to spear Evan’s chute with his piercing and hopefully give a new way for his bug to invade Evan’s body. The bed was rocking as the four guys fucked into their bottoms. There were whimpers, grunts, moans and the occasional coherent word yelled out. Raphi was the first to shoot, followed by Kyle. Ken was enjoying Patrick’s hole but when Patrick started milking his cock with his ass muscles it didn’t take long before Ken pulled all the way out, slammed back in and unleashed his cum into his boss’s cunt. He growled with each shot that pumped inside, surprising just about everyone in the room. Joe was last, letting Ken finish and pull out. He liked having guys watch him fuck and he really wanted to impress this group. He hammered Evan until Evan was just yelling out “fuck fuck fuck” over and over. He slammed in, ground his hips against Evan’s ass and then let his balls pump their poison into Evan’s battered hole. He leaned over Evan’s back, his cock still firmly planted deep inside, and kissed Evan’s neck. As his cock softened, Joe pulled out and backed away. Ken leaned down and licked the cum dripping out of Patrick’s cunt and then moved over and did the same to Evan. He stood up and said “Damn, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever done!” Raphi turned to Kyle and said “Thanks for the help. My ass is yours whenever you want it.” Joe walked up behind Ken and whispered “I want your ass and cock before we go home.” Patrick stood up, cum dripping down his leg. “Lets get cleaned up and meet down in the lobby in a half an hour and get some food. Dress casual or slutty casual. The work week is over.”

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.

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.

So I need some clues from you veterans of the bare-fuck scene: on BBRT it's pretty clear - bareback ONLY! So when the poz trick gets naked, rubbers aren't even there to kill the buzz! But to maximize 'dude-traffic' we all troll on grindr and scruff and whatever. I avoid the preachy ones who are stubbornly 'safe sex only'. Kill the chat with kindness and pretenses. On the other hand PREP has made a few guys pretty forward. But some ON PREP still suddenly pull out condoms. Again others ask, just as you get to CLOSE THE DEAL: "DDF here here! U 2?! Right?" Or they talk like fuddy-duddies and say: "You are CLEAN right?" Lol, yes dude, I douched! BORING! I understand in big cities you all have the luxury to say 'POZ and BAREBACK ONLY' You get action all day long and better yet, it isn't even a subject AT ALL! With less-fortunate and MUCH-smaller gay community cities than say Atlanta, one has to tread lightly though. The medium minds in the back-waters are about 20 years behind! Can't let the cat out of the bag too quick. UNDETECTABLE is still not understood and some judgmental negative guys (i.e. in Jonesboro Arkansas) get evil and hostile towards guys who on their profile admit they are poz and/or UD. Actually verbally attacking their poz peers, questioning their RIGHT to even be on the app! So liars and stealthers do well in that repressive world. Some burned guys keep their status in the pictureless 'discreet' or don't care any more... Honesty doesn't seem to pay, but gets you a bad rep! Yesterday a young guy told me he is poz and undetectable. Hell yeah let's play RAW, but he freaked out when I said I only do bareback... held back with me being poz/undetectable! You have to be careful here! Should I have reeled him in with pretense of 'rubbers ok' and then spring the raw deal on him? Have a 50/50 chance to get my way? Is it best (on say grindr chat) to skirt the bareback issue, only use suggestive 'euphemisms' about 'dark fantasies', 'no strings attached' and 'wanting to drop a load' or share pics of your ass being porked by a raw dick??? Wait what the reaction is? So question: A.) be stubbornly UP FRONT about everything but scare off prospective candidates for raw sex? B.) Lie and be selfishly-deceptive about status, whether known or not: "Oh no I'm CLEAN! Don't worry, besides I'll PULL OUT before I cum!" ? C.) Be 'vague', possibly drop obvious hints in chat and let it go forward hope it goes RAW? I'm leaning towards option C!

Paybacks a Bitch (so is my Brother) Part 3 Tyson looked you at me as I continued to fuck my I un medicated poz cum into his formerly straight (and eventually to become his formerly negative) ass. After I left home I met a number of older men who introduced me to the party scene and it didn’t take long before I was pozzed. In fact a pozzing party was held in my honor when I agreed to be the star of a porn video that would capture the event. I made some good money on that video along with a second one I’ve done where I finally showed my silks as a top. Some of my friends wanted me to record my brother’s transformation from straight jock to poz, bottom cum dump. Since I was practically ‘raping’ him I felt that it wasn’t a good idea to record the events. My cock was still rock hard (thanks to Cialis) and I knew I needed to take this to the next level and start the mental aspect of his transformation. This was going to require slamming him into the stratosphere. With the Tina he consumed through the Gatorade and from my shotguns I hoped for an easy time administering his slam. Luckily I planned for this and had a friend hiding in a bedroom upstairs ready to help me slam my brother. Rod was listening in and was set to join us when I stared the metal aspect of transiting Tyson. As I Looked at my brother I asked him, “How are you liking that cock of mine inside your no longer straight ass?” Tyson definitely seemed conflicted as he struggled between the pleasure he was receiving and the idea that he was having gay sex. That question also was the signal for my friend Rod to join us as I pushed his legs back a little more keeping him pinned on the couch as Rod quickly place the tourniquet on his right arm and swabbed a good vein. Tyson started to object, “What the fuck are you doing?” Rod was very skillful as he slid the point in, registered the familiar flash and face Tyson a big slam. When the tourniquet was removed Tyson coughed out hard as his brain tried to wrap around what the Tina was starting to do to his mind and body. I felt his body convulsed with each cough as I felt the chems take effect and see the change in his face as he rode the rush of his first slam with more to come. Rod prepared to give me my slam as I held my cock still inside my brother. I knew the slam would release the fuck beast within me and that Tyson was about to be on the receiving end. I’ve been told by the that bottomed for me after I have worked tell me what a brutal pounding that received from me after get fucked. But they all enjoyed it as well so I figured as long as Tyson was kept high and horny had learn to enjoy getting his hole wrecked by his older brother. With Tyson intently watching, Rod applied the tourniquet, swabbed my arm and administered my slam. As he released the tourniquet I felt the Tina moving into my chest as I coughed out a could times. I leaned I and gave my brother a deep kiss forcing my tongue deep into his mouth as I began to fuck him spent at first until I broke off the kiss. Then with my face still close to his face I began to fuck him when more force. The animal within had been released. Rod was familiar with my beast, had been on the receiving end numerous times, in fact, he was one of a few guys who preferred me in beast mode. He too had his own animalistic way of fucking that I liked being on the receiving end. Tyson was going to learn that a hard pounding made for a good fucking. As my tweaked out brother took the full onslaught of my 8+” cock he was still trying to grasp a hold of everything he was feeling from the drugs too my cock reaming out his now well fucked hole. I continued with the mental since I knew it would work better with him in this tweaked out state, “Fuck Tyson, I can tell your starting to really like getting fucked by a real man. Before you know it you’ll be begging for any guy you fuck and breed your ass. You’re not going to be satisfied with pussy, you’ll only get satisfaction for a cock in your ass. And just wait until you learn how to suck cock.” With that said Rod climbed on the couch, straddled Tyson’s chest and began to feed him his 9”, uncut cock as I was getting ready to breed my brother again. Tyson seemed to start to gain some sense of what was going on as he began to moan when every thrust of my cock or maybe it was the cock starting to work its way into his throat. I knew Rod and he eventually demanded a cock sucker's throat. As I was about to bed my brother with a fourth load (I’m good for five or six) I let him know, “I’m going to breed your ass again Tyson. You’re learning quickly that you’re nothing more than a cum dump. Ready or not here comes another dirty load of my cum bro.”

I’m sorry , it’s not so easy as we get older. im a top who can maintain an erection , but still far less popular than I used to be. TBH most of my encounters are anon in saunas or crusing at night. Often I’ll fuck guys who are ass up and not know there age until after. They are normally very good fucks ? i hope that you find what your looking for kr. David

Epic. Will we be treated to more? Can't wait for the movie!

yep i plan to stay from 8pm to 4pm taking anonymous loads from strangers on the darkroom fuckbench and blindfolded in the public sling all night out in the open so everyone there can see what a trashy cumdump faggot whore i am.i am also inviting a ton of dirty men to come dump their loads in my slutty sloppy fuckhole. i wil be begging random men to breed me and thanking each and every guy that uses me. hoping to get 40+ loads shot into me and not see a single guy that uses me. i plan on being the trashiest whore at abathhouse bareback party.making daddy proud. wish my father was there to watch his slutty sissy faggot cumdump "son" get gangfucked and used like trash.

I stealthed myself tonight. This hot Brokeback Mountain Carhart jacket wearing daddy in a big Ford pickup followed me into the ABS. You noted for me to join him, which I Obviously wanted to. I have prepped my hole hoping can you get some raw cock (neg on Prep). Well after somebody contact he went down start sucking me real hard. All I could think about was getting his cock in my mouth and hopefully at my ass. He soon came up for some more body contact and I went down to suck on his cock. He was very aggressive-stuffing it down my throat and holding it there. Robin my face into his balls and crotch really hard. Actually gave me a bloody nose it was so hard! I wanted to see if he take my ass so I stirred up-he grabbed my cheeks and turned me around. He started rubbing against my ass and asked if I had a condom. I said yes that one out of my pocket. As I opened it or use my teeth to tear a hole in the tip. I wanted his load in my ass so bad. He wanted me to suck him more before I put the condom on, so as I did I keep fingering the condom trying to make sure I made a hole. I actually ripped it! But I slid around his cock and pretended like it was intact. He pushed against my whole and I sucked it right in. He told me to work it so I kept pumping my ass out to his cock and he kept thrusting into me really hard. Now I figured if he saw was broke and he think he did it by fucking me so hard. Sure enough after a few minutes he unloaded, and as he pulled out he must’ve seen the ripped rubber- he quickly slit it off and threw it out so I wouldn’t see, trying to hide the fact he just seeded my hole. But I know-and it’s just what I wanted. After you left, I went into another booth and squeezed out some of his cum on my fingers and licked it up. I’ve pushed out more and lubed up my cock and started stroking, almost ready to go off thinking of his daddy seat in my ass . But I waited. Sure enough there’s hot young beefy goateed guy comes in. I join him and his booth and he sits down to suck my cock, Baseball cap turned backwards. He’s doing a good job but to get really hot I wanna suck his. He obliges in my size cock stuffed up my throat I get really hard. I’m turned on because he just sucked off that daddy’s come from my ass that I had lubed my cock up with. I get back up and he’s thrilled to see my hard-on and dives down on it. I’m rubbing his back because he skudos on my cock, and soon I’m telling him I’m going to cum. He goes for it and takes my whole load, and continues to nurse on my cock till he get every last drop. I really lucked out tonight.

Just be yourself. We're not all obsessed with size out here.

I agree with the other responses. Suggest going to bath house or a dark room to get some confidence. Stick your dick in as many different holes as you can. Any good cum dump in any of these settings should be cool with cock, regardless of it’s size. Once you get some experience and skill you will be ready for one-on-one or group action. As others said, ignore the size queens. Wishing ya the best man!

I still can't believe how fast it all happened! Looking back on it, I was too horny and drunk and too niave to see what was about to happen and that guy must have seen me and planned to corrupt me right there and then. You are so very right...... after the very first sniff of poppers I didn't stand a chance. I never would have actively gone looking for something like that but am so glad it happened just the same. It was the most incredible thing EVER!!!!

I topped raw for a few years before PrEP, but always asked about status and was more cautious in places like bathhouses or sex parties. There was only one time when I knowingly fucked a poz undetectable guy bare before PrEP (and freaked out about it after). After getting on PrEP, I was still cautious but it's been a gradual relaxation over time. At first, I still asked people their status and would sometimes turn down a guy that was poz. Then I started topping just about anyone raw. It's only recently (after about 3 years on PrEP) that I've sucked and swallowed undetectable loads. I have not been with anyone that's not undetectable as far as I know (I'm guessing I probably have at Steamworks in Chicago, though). Being on PrEP certainly gives me peace of mind, and it's broadened the type of guys I'm into and willing to fuck with (regardless of their status, which is something a little deeper than the HIV thing, but I won't go into that here).

I wish I was the one in this story getting bred like this, for REAL!!

Hot as hell cant wait for the next instalment

Loving this!

Several tops have pulled their phones out while their fucking me. At first I was a little uneasy about this but meh, I got over it and think it’s hot now. I have no idea where those clips ended up but I’m sure they’re out there somewhere.

I've got ya. Several of these vids are on Xtube and Pornhub. You're right that most are anon fucks, whether blindfold or face down. My buds / anon dudes who've been MinuteMen often hit me up for repeat pump n dumps. I figure they get rejected a lot for btms that want an all day affair. But I get why many btms wouldn't like this -- all the prep work it takes to ge ready -- so I try to line these quick fucks up back to back. Verbal Craigs muscle fucker thrusts into skinny furry butt and pops his nutt quick: https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=1477351137&pkey=40137252 Slim PA fucker walks up on bed over ass: https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/anon-fucker-30660101 Young latino mounts ass, fucks fast & furious, dumps his load, unmounts: https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph57d64b6f5fe4d&pkey=40137252 Stud walks up on twink ass bent over in foyer, pumps ass, dumps his load quick (also underneath POV): https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5820ea4e135de&pkey=40137252 Chicago jocked cumdump waits with mirrors for young, tall guy in uniform thrust a couple and dump a quick load: https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph58730b68665e3&pkey=40137252 Cute BBall buddy only lasts a few pumps once his bare dick is in ass (seems long but watch his face for orgasm): https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5a896c18e9a94&pkey=40137252 Furry ass doggie down reverse thrusts walk up PA dick till it pops quick: https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/anon-stranger-hook-up-20236042 Underneath POV of loud Ginger's big balls busting quick up inside a bear's hold: https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/ginger-cub-cums-35157531 Another underneath POV of bear ass up for hairy Otter to walk up and pump n dump: https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/door-open-for-straight-ottery-type-29453721 BBall beefy hairy with rock hard dick walks up to jocked hotel ass : https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/quick-anon-breed-32784602 Smooth Daddy on all 4s for college pump n dump: https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/23-yo-son-visits-daddy-again-anon-bb-third-time-29439361 Slim auto mechanic drops by for quick lunch: https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/mechanic-on-a-break-33184432 Another vid from previous btm with fit Daddy who watches himself fuck via cam and pops quick: https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/quick-pride-breed-33167672 Suprisingly hung walks up on anon Bear butt, pumps a couple times, dumps and whips his bare dick out: https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/anon-fuck-april-2018-34858121 Grindr BBall hoddie guy takes break and walks up to hotel but for quick pump n go: https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/nys-stat-guy-on-his-break-answered-my-grindr-ad-31071661 Beefy butt helps out in office back room with hairy docked buddy who busts after a couple pumps: https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/needed-a-quick-breeding-32727482 Chicago big dick queen gets less than he wanted when a big white dick dumps quick and walks away: https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/taking-an-anon-load-on-my-friends-couch-35980911

10 years in the Army taught me a few things about going down on the straight guys. Whatever you do, don't start talking specifically to them about you sucking his cock. If a guy gets into a discussion about him actually even receiving that can start raising the queer feeling and he will bolt. Most effective situation for me was watching some porn and magazines. I'd get hard, walk around with a bulge; it's all kind of normal and expected. If the situation is right, this is usually after a few times with a guy(s), I'd reach in my pants and start rubbing my cock. Then I ask if it's cool if I just jerk one out. If the guy(s) have a few drinks in them, they usually say NP. When things get to the circle jerk phase, I bring up a conversation about one time this guy tried to suck my cock in a men's room.........from there I see how the conversation progresses. Worked pretty well for 10 years in the Army. Once you get one, they do tend to come back. Just never use words or allude to what's going on. Now a days, my regular cocks are all married straight guys that I strike up a conversation with at local bar. I live in a tourist area and these married guys do let their guard down. Just like on cruises. I find it easier to do when their wife heads to the restroom. I just mention that he must be looking forward to fucking her that night and usually they come back with she's not in the mood etc. I'll look around the bar and see two guys. I'll mention to the married guy that those two guys don't have to worry about a woman's mood. Mention that gay guys have it so easy and don't have mood swings to deal with. How he responds about two guys together, gives a good indication of what's possible. Just last Friday used this formula and ended up blowin the guy in the men's room. Now each day he's texting for a quick release.

Had to log in to post this one, bc it's rare -- I've been functionally a total top since after my first BF in college, once in a VERY rare while I'll get the flipping urge, but then I generally try it and don't have a great time. Well, last night I felt the itch, and my sub bottom BF has been slowly warming up to wanting to top me for the last couple months, and it finally all came together -- he ate me out for a long time, then started massaging my back which relaxes the hell out of me and gets him hard (told you he was sub), some pot, some poppers, and then bam, for the first time since my early 20s, having a dick up my ass felt AMAZING and I was rock hard the whole time. He's even thicker and more hung than I am, and uncut, so his dick is a massive turn-on. He pounded me out for a while, but was too in his head (first time topping a BF can be performance-anxiety-inducing, I get it) to cum that way -- but as he jacked himself off and we made out, I managed to press my ass against him as he got close, and he sat up, pushed it in, and unloaded. First time being bred in... I think five years, and first time absolutely LOVING it in at least ten or twelve. Dunno how often the stars will align like that again, but oooooof. (He took a picture of my jockstrapped ass that I'd be attaching if I'd remembered to have him send it to me ;-D)

Bi married fb hit me up Friday and said his wife and kids were away until Sunday afternoon. I spent Friday night into Sunday morning at his place having him breed me all over his house. He fucked me on his patio, his bed, kitchen, couch, everywhere. He tied my arms to his headboard and pounded me until I came all over his sheets. He made me suck him off while he made dinner and fucked me even when I feel asleep. I know in the past he could go multiple rounds but this was a new record. I was beyond sore Sunday when I left his house (and a total mess) and still sore today. We talked a lot in between fucking and he asked me if I was still up for having another guy fuck me while he watched. I said yes of course and he said that he told a buddy of his about us and wants to set up a night that we could meet. I’m hoping it’s sometime soon!

Reasons I have said no to potential hookups: Men referring to me as "bitch" or "girl" or calling my asshole a "pussy", especially if that's in their first message to me Guys with "no-one over 30!!!!" on their profile, or "not into white guys", or similar crap, even if they say it's just "in general" and I'm one of the rare exceptions Guys asking for a 3-way (or group sex) involving females (CIS women or MtF-girls, not into either). I like MEN. Guys in drag (even tops) turn me off. Again, I like men. Married and cheating? I usually don't care, that's between you and your spouse. Married and cheating and I can tell you have young kids in the picture? Too much drama, I'll pass I don't have sex with anyone tied to my work place (coworkers, their families, etc), too much potential for drama Reasons I have walked away from a planned hookup: Pics were either from 10+ years ago or of someone else entirely; I don't mind chubby guys and I like Daddies, but liars are never sexy Apartment/house was filthy (I don't mean cluttered, I mean roaches/mold/other biohazards around, or the house smelled like cat shit) Ditto if a guy has no concept of hygiene (I can sometimes get into raunch, but if you haven't showered or brushed your teeth for a week, I'm leaving). If you ask for a rimjob and have a dirty butthole, do NOT get pissy when I bluntly refuse and tell you to go shower Guys who smoke crack or do drugs without discussing it first. Into PNP? Then find another guy who's into it (plenty of them around), don't spring that shit on me I'll tolerate a guy sucking my cock a bit, but when a guy claiming to be a top starts making sex all about my cock (basically trying to flip our roles), I'm out Biggest dealbreaker for me, is when a guy cannot get/stay hard. I feel sorry for tops with ED, but a top needs to be hard for sex to happen

Part 75 - The Subcontractor Joe and Kyle had gone back to the warehouse and cleaned up before locking the door and heading home. Joe tried to think of another place for the meeting on Tuesday. The warehouse had been fun but it was a pain to set up and get Carter, Blaine and the non-club members to. He thought about the hotel room but Dennis said that it had become more popular as word got out and was booked all week. Then he remembered one of the first times he had been with Blaine and they had fucked under an oak tree near the creek that went through the farm. He talked to Blaine who thought it was a good idea so Joe sent out more messages. On Monday he got a message from Blaine asking if they could postpone their meeting until Thursday. Joe sighed, realizing he had to start over again getting people together. A few of the guys he had gotten for Tuesday couldn’t make it but he was able to find replacements. Joe crossed his fingers hoping there wouldn’t be any more changes. — Ric was nervous. He had been nervous all week. It had started innocently enough the week before when a schedule conflict meant Joe couldn't meet a client so he texted Ric asking "Want to earn a few bucks?” Ric's thought was it sounded like fun: he would meet a guy, have sex and then go home with some cash. It immediately got more complicated when Joe told him what he should do to set it up. He should keep everything separate from his normal life. Ric came up with a name to use - Austin, a new email, a cheap cell phone on a pay-as-you-go plan and listened to all of Joe’s instructions. Still, he figured that after the hundred bucks he spent on the phone he would make it all up in one night. Joe introduced him to the client via email and they had chatted a couple times setting the meeting up. He gave the guy the new phone number and everything moved to text after that. He figured that no matter what the guy was like, he could probably take an hour of him. Since Joe had met him before and said he was a good guy, Ric decided that he really didn’t have much to lose. He didn’t tell anyone what he was doing. He wanted to confide in Alex, but then changed his mind. Tuesday morning as he was walking into school he spotted Coach Adams walking slowly in from his car. “Hey coach. How are you feeling? That must have been some bug you caught, you were out almost two weeks” Ric said. “Oh fuck, don’t remind me” the coach replied and then much quieter he added “How the fuck did you survive that? At one point a friend wanted to take me to the hospital.” “Everyone is different. Mine wasn’t too bad compared to…” Ric almost said ‘Shane’ and then realized the coach might not know about his team being poz. He then finished the sentence with “… some others. Have you gone to the clinic like I told you?” “Yeah, I did last Friday and then yesterday for the results. That was the weirdest doctor visit I’ve ever had. They don’t want to put me on drugs right away. Did they do that to you too?” Ric chuckled as he stopped and looked seriously at the coach. “Yeah, but you shouldn’t say anything about that. It’s supposed to stay quiet. I take it that means you’re going to share” Ric said softly. “Yeah, I know. I just figured that you would know since you referred me there. And yeah, I am. My boyfriend is going to be home on leave at the end of the month. I have a welcome home gift for him” Coach Adams said and then laughed quietly. Ric and the coach went into the school and carried on like nothing happened. He went home and prepared a small bag with some supplies. He was putting it under his bed when Frank, his Dad walked in and things became messy. Frank recognized the new phone and wanted to know what it was for. Ric came up with an excuse, but Frank saw right through the lie and accused Ric of selling drugs. Defeated, Ric told his father the truth, expecting him to blow up and ground him, but instead Frank thought it was really hot and agreed to keep it their secret. Frank even dropped Ric off at the hotel Wednesday evening and told him to call or text if anything went wrong or when he was done. Ric walked in and took the elevator up to the ninth floor and found the room. He had a small bag over his shoulder with the things Joe suggested. He knocked and waited. He was about to knock again and the door opened. In front of Ric was a middle aged white guy. His brown hair had a few gray hairs mixed in and he had a trimmed beard. The guy’s brown eyes inspected every inch of him. He matched the description that he had gotten from Joe so he said “Hi, Barry? I’m Austin. We spoke a few days ago.” Barry smiled and said “Come on in. Glad you could make it” as he walked back into the hotel room. Ric followed him in and looked around, making sure that things looked legitimate. He tried to keep a calm exterior but inside his stomach was turning over and his mind was racing. “I was kind of disappointed that Dave couldn’t meet, but I understand it’s a bit of a drive. So, he and you are friends or co-workers?” Barry asked. “Yeah, I’ve known him several months. We met on a work thing” Ric said, trying to keep it vague and hoping to not get caught in a lie. “Oh cool. You seem a bit young to be doing this… Uh, you are over 18, right? I don’t want the cops running in here. It would make life really bad” Barry said. Ric chuckled and replied “No, I understand. Yeah, I’m over 18, theres nothing to worry about with that. And I really don’t want to deal with the cops either.” Ric set his bag down next to the bed and moved behind Barry, rubbing his shoulders. “We didn’t really talk about what you wanted to do when we were together. I got a little bit of an idea from Dave but he doesn’t like to talk about what happens with clients,” Ric said. “I… uh… appreciate that. Its kind of why I like to hire the same guys. Fewer mouths to talk, if you know what I mean” Barry replied. “I completely understand. What happens here, stays here” Ric said massaging Barry’s shoulders harder. Barry moaned and let Ric rub him. He started to unbutton his shirt and soon it hung open. Ric took the cue and stopped the massage long enough to take Barry’s shirt off and lay it on the chair nearby. “I like to enjoy the pleasure that younger men can give me. It rarely is the same thing twice. I like to let things just happen” Barry said as he turned around. Ric continued to rub his neck and shoulders, this time from the front. Ric looked over his body. There was a small patch of hair between his pecs and another on his stomach. He didn’t have a six-pack but he did have a trim dad-bod. He wondered what was inside his pants but figured he would find out soon enough. Ric then looked back into Barry’s eyes and saw him smile again. “I think we are going to have some fun tonight, Austin. Theres an envelope for you by the TV. As I said, I don’t like to be rushed so we’ll go for two hours and longer if we need to.” Ric spied the alarm clock next to the bed and made a note of the time. He felt Barry pull his shirt up and raised his arms, letting it pull over his head and then get tossed to the floor. Barry held Ric at arms length and looked over his upper body and said “Damn, you are one hot guy. I bet you make a fortune escorting.” Ric chuckled again and lowered his arms down, rubbing his fingers over Barry’s nipples and then moved them down to his waist. “Let’s just think about you and how we can make you feel amazing tonight” Ric replied. He reached in and unbuttoned Barry’s pants and then unzipped them, letting them drop to the floor, revealing a pair of tight blue trunks with a large bulge in front. Ric cupped the bulge and squeezed while moaning “Very nice, Barry.” Barry was obviously enjoying the attention and then reached down and pulled Ric’s jeans down. “Oh fuck yeah” Barry said as he spotted the white sheer see-through trunks that Alex had given him after Ric had successfully knocked him up. They both shucked their pants, socks and shoes. Barry gently motioned to the bed and when they got next to it Ric dropped to his knees, pulling Barry’s underwear down with him. The semi-hard shaft was already six inches but Ric didn’t know if he was a shower or a grower. The uncut cock had a nice heft to it and he licked from the balls up to the tip. Barry let him suck his cock and balls for a few minutes and then tugged on his arm and the two were on the bed kissing seconds later. Barry started out slow and Ric assumed he didn’t usually kiss the guys he hired since he was pretty tentative to start. While they were kissing Barry reached down and slid Ric’s underwear off. Their bodies intertwined and their cocks were nestled next to each other. Barry moved down Ric’s body, kissing his neck and then down to his chest. Barry flicked his tongue over Ric’s pierced nipples, each time making Ric’s cock twitch. He finally moved lower and then came face to face with Ric’s cock. “Holy fuck. You really scored in the cock department” Barry said. Ric spread his legs apart and let Barry explore his cock and balls with his tongue. Several minutes later, Barry pushed Ric’s legs back and zeroed in on his hole. Ric was surprised at how hard Barry could tongue fuck his hole. Most guys just gave a few stabs before going back to licking. Barry seemed to keep poking his curled tongue in forever, even though it was only about ten minutes. Ric could feel the moistness around his hole and Barry seemed to think he had done enough with his tongue. Barry lowered Ric’s ass down and as soon as he could, he speared his cock into the waiting hole. Once inside, Barry just kept driving his cock in deeper, not waiting for Ric to adjust. His bushy pubic hair was pressed against Ric’s hairy ass and Barry looked at Ric’s slightly contorted face. “Yeah, you poz boys all know how to take cock. You never can get enough, can you? Probably don’t even care who it is or what diseases they have” Barry said and followed up with a sinister laugh. He pulled back and rammed back in, feeling Ric flinch at the treatment but saying nothing. Ric was saying a lot, but it was all in his head. “He thinks I’m a seasoned slut and would probably freak if he knew I have been fucking for only seven months” Ric said to himself before stifling a grunt. Once Barry started an even pumping motion, Ric started to work his ass around Barry’s cock. “Slow down, boy. I plan on fucking this hole for a while” Barry barked out. Ric smiled and thought to himself “I may be the bottom now, but I can control how this goes.” Barry fucked for several more minutes before pulling out and groaning. Obviously he was getting too close. He flipped Ric over on to his knees and then drove his cock back in. This time Ric was more subtle and he let Barry fuck his ass for twenty minutes before he started to work his ass muscles and gently milked the shaft. “Oh fuck! Oh shit” Barry yelled out and was able to get two more strokes in before he fell forward on top of Ric and began convulsing. Spurts of his neg seed shot into Ric’s hole and Ric started to aggressively drain the remaining cum out of Barry’s balls. Barry rolled off Ric and lay on the bed, panting. Ric moved down and started to clean the cum and ass juice off Barry’s cock. “Damn it! I usually last a lot longer than that” Barry said with the sound of disgust in his voice. “That hole just feels so damn good and its been a few weeks since I’ve been able to fuck” he added, as if Ric needed an explanation. “Don’t worry about it. We can go again when you’re ready. You still have a lot of our time together left” Ric said before he licked his lips of the last bit of cum. With Barry’s cock now mostly soft, Ric reached up and rolled Barry on to his stomach. He crawled up and started to massage his back, with his hard cock and full balls nestled on Barry’s crack. It wasn’t a professional massage, but Ric’s hands rubbed and dug into Barry’s back and it took only a few minutes before Barry was moaning again. Ric’s cock was rubbing between the two mounds and after several minutes Ric moved down Barry’s body and was rubbing his lower back with his hands. His hands moved lower and then he started massaging his ass and thigh muscles and chuckled when Barry pushed his ass up. Ric wondered if this top daddy was up for a little bottom action and pried his ass apart while still massaging his butt muscles. Ric leaned down and blew on the exposed hole and was happy when he didn’t get any protests. He got closer and licked up from Barry’s balls up to his hole and licked and nursed on the pucker. He kept adding more spit and then working it in with his tongue and fingers. Ric moved back up Barry’s body and then laid on top of him, with his cock wedged between the crack. His hips rocked slowly and he whispered into Barry’s ear “You want this, Barry?” Ric pressed his cock deeper into the crack and continued humping. Barry just moaned, so Ric continued. Ric’s cock would catch on Barry’s hole and then pop out. A trail of precum was mixing with his spit around Barry’s hole and a dozen strokes later, his cock pushed into the wet opening. “Oh my god” Barry said breathlessly. Ric smiled and said “That feels good, doesn’t it?” and Barry quickly replied “Mmmhmm.” Second by second, centimeter by centimeter Ric’s cock got deeper inside Barry. Each stroke was short but eventually Rick had half of his cock pistoning into Barry. The moans were interspersed with the occasional grunt as Ric’s thick cock stretched Barry open a little more. Ric decided to go for broke and the thrusts got longer and deeper. Barry remained in moan and groan mode as the strokes got harder. Ric didn’t get all the way inside, he kept nudging against Barry’s inner ring and that seemed to be the limit of how deep Barry would let him fuck. Ric started pounding harder and the two were bouncing on the bed from each thrust. Ric could feel his balls start to tighten and knew he had to ask. “You want me to pull out Barry?” Ric asked as his cock drove in and out of Barry’s ass. He got a moan back so he gave several more deep strokes into Barry’s ass. “I’m getting close Barry. Should I pull out?” Another moan and he kept thrusting. “Last chance Barry or I’ll breed your ass with my poz cum” Ric said breathlessly. The response was a louder moan and then Barry pushed his ass up to meet Ric’s inward shove. Ric was now balls deep, past the second ring and it triggered his body. His cock pulsed and ropes of charged seed shot deep into Barry’s neg hole. Ric could feel Barry’s hole twitching and knew he was unloading onto the bed. It milked more of Ric’s diseased sperm into Barry’s guts while Barry kept moaning. His balls were empty and he was still hard deep inside Barry’s hole. He thrust in slowly a few times and then pulled out, rolling over next to Barry. Barry looked over to Ric with a wicked grin. “You are one dirty boy. I bet you really got off on breeding my neg hole” Barry said. “You didn’t stop me and seemed to enjoy it. I gotta keep the customer happy” Ric replied. “Kinda hard to tell you to stop when it feels that good” Barry said as he leaned over and licked Ric’s cock. “You can always hit the clinic and get treated, just don’t wait more than a day or two” Ric said. “So you’re not undetectable?” Barry asked. “Nope” Ric replied with a devilish grin. A look of panic came over Barry’s face. “Fuck!” he yelled out. He moved over and pushed Ric’s legs up. He may have looked pissed, but his cock said “turned-on.” Before Ric knew what was happening, Barry’s cock was slammed all the way into him. “You fucker! You’re trying to poz me up?” Barry growled. He pulled back and rammed back in. “I’m gonna fucking wreck that cunt of yours!” Barry yelled. Ric was now the one with a look of panic on his face. Barry was pounding his ass as hard as he could. “Grudge fuck” was all that Ric could think of. Each thrust seemed to be as rough as Barry could muster and Ric’s head was now banging into the headboard. “UGH UGH UGH” Barry was grunting as the two bodies slammed together. It went on for ten minutes, then fifteen and almost twenty minutes. “FUUUUCCCCKKK!” yelled out Barry as he buried his cock in as deep as he could and unleashed another load into Ric’s hole. Ric looked up and Barry still looked pissed. This didn’t seem to be a role play of the pissed off guy that just got pozzed by surprise. Barry pushed off and plopped down on the bed, not looking back at Ric. Ric slid off the side of the bed and went to the bathroom and soaked a washcloth and wiped off. He came out and got dressed. Not a word had been spoken. He started walking to the door when Barry said “Don’t forget the envelope.” “You sure? This didn’t go like I thought it would” Ric replied. “Me either but it was the hottest fuck I’ve had in a long time” Barry replied. Ric grabbed the envelope and went to the door. “You know how to contact me if you want a repeat. Bye” Ric said as he walked out the door. His heart was racing and his breathing was labored as he walked down the hall. He got into the elevator and fell back against the wall of the car, feeling his heart pound in his chest. Ric went down to the lobby and then out on to the street. He leaned against the building and texted his dad “Done. Pick me up pls.”

Mike grinned as he fished out his cock from his biohazard rubber. “That’s it lad, you know exactly what you want, I’m just going to make sure it’s my strain you carry. The seed that will infect you. I’m going to incubate that bugson hole. Soon, you’ll want nothing but me” He had that right. I was in heat. Lusting. Harder than ever. I felt him push up against my sore hole. The PA tickling the edges, going past them, gliding easily into me thanks to the cum of all the others. It felt powerful, more like a ritual I would get used to, hell even carry out myself once I’m one of them… Fuck. I’m thinking like I’m a pozbrother already. Pushing its way further into me, as if he wanted all of him, every drop to saturate and alter me. “You like that, yeah? Good. You’re just a life support system for a toxic cock. Your principles, ethics, feelings and loyalties – they’re all up for being reconfigured.” Shit, he could sweet talk. “Tell your bugdad how you feel, pig” “I feel whole bugdaddy. I feel right. It’s as if this was my destiny all along. To be your bugson.” It was just coming out now. Dark thoughts I’d never dreamt of vocalizing had no choice but to be aired now during this moment. The idea of me, 42, being claimed as a son by a man of a similar age seemed perverted, but that was small fry to what was on the menu right now. His toxic cock was starting to pump me, my hole clamping down as if to milk him quicker. I knew this was it. My insides felt shredded and sore, but I know that this was the answer to any ailment right now. Mike pulled out and looked down “Ah, pink cummy blood goo. You’re well on your way.” And rammed his meat back into me. The gasp as it wrecked me anew turned him on more, if anything. His thrusts quickened as did his breathing. The assault on me was an introduction to trusting him with my life. Trusting him to use his powers to change that. Trusting him to claim me. “No way back now, pig. Like you had any chance… argh!” Oh wow. I’d taken a fair bit of cum but this bastard fast tracked through that. It was as if the entire sauna had worked together in my recruitment. All I could say now was… “Thank you bugdaddy. Thank you for gifting this boy.” He reached over and began snogging me then gently whispered “Welcome to your new life, pig” and my cock must have poked into his stomach as he sensed my, what, relief? Jubilation? “I can guarantee that you’re now en route to becoming a pozpig. No pig I know, or should I say bred, has ever avoided it. Your cock seems to agree too. Perfect. Daddy is going to rebuild you into the toxic pig you deserve to be” “Yes daddy, thank you” A haze came over my mind. Dazed from what just happened. Feeling myself beginning to be rewritten and transformed. “I like your rubber, daddy. Very hot” “That’s good to hear, pig, because the plans I have for you involve you wearing a lot of it. You’ve definitely earned your biohazard now.” Bloody hell. That’s a sentence you don’t hear in polite society. “When did you last cum, pig?” I had to think. Actually, no, I’d not cum at all throughout the evening. Hard as a rock and precumming like a bastard, but no actual cumming. “Earlier, Sir. Possibly last night” “Ah, so that cock has yet to cum its last neg load, eh?” he said, as he began to stroke. “I think we both know that I should have the honour of taking the last of your innocence then hehehe” He was right. This mad, twisted logic what it was, made it seem like common sense. Almost courtesy. “Um, yes bugda… Oh” He was on it. Worshipping his new son’s soon-to-be-toxic cock. Hurrying the process. It didn’t take long, but my word I don’t think I’ve ever cum so much and so hard in my life. In the afterglow, he tenderly stroked me as if I was a newborn. Our lips locked together and I tasted myself. Or should it be the last remnants of me. It was the first time I think I’ve tasted my own cum, and by the looks of it, not the last. “Lick your lips. He’s gone now. Mr innocent. I own you as of right now. You’re my bugson in mind and in body” He was right. I know that now. My Bugdaddy is always right.

Well, usually when on Grindr you use droplets emoticons in your name it is assumed You like it bareback, or am I wrong?

Some guys don't take PrEP to fuck bare. They want it for back up in case a rubber breaks. I don't think it makes much sense for HIV prevention. PrEP works so well, the condom isn't really doing anything against HIV. But it still prevents other STIs, and some guys are paranoid about those, too.

Part 72 - Adios Cancun The morning came quickly and Joe turned to Kyle. “Last full day, babe. What do you want to do” asked Joe. “Let’s relax today. My ass is sore, my dick is sore and my balls still ache.” Kyle replied. “Yeah, sounds good” Joe said. They showered and went down for breakfast. They heard several comments about them in the restaurant, some good and some bad, obviously from guys that had watched them get fucked the night before. They just laughed it off and ate their food. They went back to the room to put their swimsuits back on and found Javier in the room, cleaning. Joe closed the door and they walked into the room. “Hola, Javier” Joe said. “Hola” replied Javier as he walked out of the bathroom. “Thank you for the little surprise yesterday. They both were very tasty” Kyle said. “I’m not sure what you are talking about, señor” Javier said. “The champagne and the person delivering it” Joe explained. “Oh. Yes” Javier said, looking down at his feet. “I cannot infect him. I do not want that on my shoulders, but I told him that you might help him. I don’t want it to be anyone that he knows.” “You had no problem giving it to Ian the other day” Kyle said. “Yes, I know. But I do not love him like Francisco. I have given the bug to many people who asked, but I can’t do it to my friends” Javier said. Joe leaned in and hugged Javier. Holding him close he said “He’ll do anything to be with you, he’s already proven that. If we didn’t do it, then it should be you.” “I understand señor” replied Javier. Joe and Kyle put their swimsuits on and headed down to the pool with their supply bag. They lounged in the pool, played in the ocean, drank a lot and smoked the last of the joints trying to soothe the aches and pains of their sexual endeavors. They took a long siesta under an umbrella and made out like on their first date. They decided to head back to the Mexican restaurant and ask for another assortment of dishes and to make sure that Roberto was going to the club that night. They even got the chef to come out of the kitchen for a toast of tequila. Joe and Kyle did their usual post-dinner walk and spent a long time out on the beach kissing each other and staring at the stars. Eventually they heard the music start emanating from the club and wandered back to the buildings. The club was packed and they noticed it was a mixture of guests and resort workers. Some of the workers were still in their uniforms, others had taken their shirts off and others had changed into street clothes. Joe and Kyle grabbed a drink first and then checked out the groups in the club. The music was thumping and everyone seemed to be getting looser as each song passed. There were shirts draped over chairs and tables at the back and few people were wearing them by 10pm. Further back in the club some of the off duty staff had shucked their pants and were down to their underwear. Joe and Kyle had their shirts tucked into the back pocket of their shorts and had joined the group in the middle of the dance floor. They were dancing with an ever-changing group of guys when Joe felt two hands grab him around the waist and pulled him back against a nearly naked, sweaty, hairy body. A head poked over his shoulder and whispered “You’re even sexier without your shirt on. I bet it’s even better when you’re naked.” Joe pushed his ass back and ground against the guy behind him. The voice was familiar, but he couldn’t place it since the music was so loud. He looked over towards Kyle, but all he got in exchange was a big grin and a nod. A few minutes of grinding later, Joe felt a hand slide down the back of his shorts and then a finger probed his crack. Joe leaned his head back and moaned as the finger slid up and down between the two halves of his muscled ass. Joe pushed his ass back again, hoping that a finger would push inside his sweaty hole. “Yes? You want it inside you? You want to be my little puta?” the voice asked. “Oh god yes” Joe moaned. The guy guided Joe off the dance floor to the back of the club. On their way back, they stopped and the guy behind him told someone dancing “treinta minutos”. They got further back and there was a large area to the side with stacked chairs and large carpeted boxes that was obscured from the main part of the club. The area was dimly lit and most of the light was from the main club area. Joe looked and he saw nine guys all having sex in some form. One was bent over being fucked with two men behind him, one stroking and waiting for the other to finish. Another guy was on his back on one of the boxes getting fucked. Two guys were on their knees each sucking someone. Joe was led over to a corner and then pushed to his knees. Kyle watched Joe get taken off the dance floor and was guessing he had no idea who he was with. He kept dancing and flirted with several guys until he was tapped on the shoulder and turned around. Javier was there completely out of uniform. All he was wearing was a shiny red thong that barely contained his cock and balls, the sweat that was dripping off his body and the biggest grin imaginable. Kyle chuckled and moved in closer, dancing with him for several minutes. He turned Javier around and pulled him against his body, rubbing his bulge against Javier’s naked butt. He thrust his hips forward a few times provocatively and got a shove back in return each time. When the song faded into the next he felt Javier reach back and grab his shorts and pull him off the dance floor towards the back of the club. He saw several guys either on their knees sucking and a few more fucking two bottoms. Javier took him to a corner and spun him around. With one swift move Kyle found himself on his knees and Javier’s thick cock in front of him, blocking any view of the other guys. He wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to suck the thick uncut monster. He reached up and felt the heft and then ran his tongue up the shaft. He pulled back the foreskin and then sucked on the head before slowly descending to the base of Javier’s cock. His mouth was stretched wide and when he made it most of the way down he felt it hit the back of his throat. Kyle relaxed his throat and tried to go deeper but he struggled to deep throat it. He got more spit in his mouth and took several deep breaths and tried again and felt it start to go in. He wrapped his hands around Javier’s ass and pulled hard, forcing the thick chorizo down in. His face was pressed into Javier’s pubes and he flexed his throat around what felt like a baseball bat in his throat. Joe was on his knees and his face was buried in the crotch of someone he thought he recognized the voice of but knew nothing more. He knew in this position what was expected. He reached up and unbuttoned and unzipped the pants, before pulling them and the guy’s white underwear down. He was met with about seven and a half inches of uncut cock. In the darkness he couldn’t really tell the skin color and definitely couldn’t see the plus-sign tattoo on the shaft. It was about average thickness and he could circle it with his thumb and forefinger which he used to pull the foreskin back and taste the sweaty head along with some stale piss for extra flavor. He licked and sucked and inhaled the scent. This was a cock that had been locked inside clothing while the guy had worked all day, sweating and pissing. It was a smell and taste that always made Joe even hornier than normal. He sucked on the cock, getting it deeper and then taking the cock into his throat. He felt two hands grip his head and the guy started to forcefully fuck his face. Joe was taking the cock well and using his tongue and throat muscles to pleasure it as best as he could. After a few minutes of face fucking the guy suddenly pulled Joe’s head off his cock. Joe started to look up to see who was using him and his head was forced down with one hand and while the other hand reached down and pulled Joe up, turning him around before shoving him against one of the boxes. Joe felt a hand roughly undo his shorts and then shove them down. Joe was left standing there in his jockstrap and his shorts around his ankles. Instinct kicked in and Joe pulled his foot out of the shorts and spread his legs wide. He heard the guy laugh behind him and then say “Yeah, you are a good slut. Get ready.” He heard the guy spit and then two fingers roughly pushed into his hole. The guy’s other hand was still firmly holding his head down and there was no way Joe could steal a glance to see who he was. The voice was familiar and obviously had a slight accent. He figured it was one of the Mexicans from the resort that he had met during his stay, but which one? More spit was added to his hole and the fingers went back into his pussy, twisting and stretching him for the inevitable fuck. Joe tried to relax his hole and it didn’t go unnoticed. A third finger poked in and Joe moaned out. His penetrator knew he was ready and he felt a cock slide up his crack and in, replacing the fingers inside him. Joe grunted as the cock drilled in all the way and stayed there, throbbing inside him. “Time for my dessert” the guy said and Joe instantly figured it out. He pulled his cock back and slammed in hard, forcing Joe’s body to rub against the rough carpet that covered the box. It repeated over and over, slightly faster each time - slowly the cock would withdraw just so the head was inside and then a hard thrust in. Joe enjoyed the motion, it was one he used often as part of a hard fuck. The assault on his ass went on for a good twenty minutes. The other guys having sex or getting blown in the room were all in quickie mode and were gone and replaced a couple different times while Joe sucked then got fucked. Kyle’s throat was raw and sore and yet Javier kept face fucking him. Kyle tried to yell out to get him to fuck him, but there was never enough time that his mouth was empty. Kyle tried a different tactic and collected some of the spit running off his chin on his finger and slid his hand up between Javier’s legs. He pushed the finger between the flexing ass muscles and then to his hole, digging it in up to the first knuckle. The first reaction he got from Javier was a cock slammed all the way into his throat. It wasn’t what he wanted, but he had no choice. Kyle pushed his finger in deeper and then wiggled the last two knuckles inside Javier’s cunt. Kyle heard him groan and felt him pull his cock halfway out before flexing his assring around Kyle’s finger. He pushed his finger in as far as he could go and then wondered if he was setting himself up to fuck or be fucked. Javier pulled his cock out and tilted Kyle’s head up and looked down at him. “Oh, no. It is your ass that is mine” Javier said with an evil grin. Kyle pulled his finger out and in only a couple seconds was hauled up to his feet and turned to the wall. Kyle braced his hands and spread his legs. He felt hands pry his ass apart and then a face spread it wider as Javier licked around his puckered hole. Spit started soaking the hole and then a tongue started pushing it in. A finger joined the tongue and then two fingers. Kyle knew that he needed to be prepared to take Javier’s thick sausage. He tried relaxing but the assplay was turning him on and his cock was rock hard. The tongue disappeared and three fingers were tugging and stretching his hole out. He almost was ready to feel a fourth finger when the fingers came out of his hole and he felt Javier stand up behind him. He bent his knees a little and pushed his ass out. Just as with his throat, Kyle thought he was taking a baseball bat up the ass. Spit alone wasn’t enough and his hole had constricted enough since the fingers were removed that the cock was just bludgeoning his hole. He tried everything he could to relax and let it go in. Javier started nudging his fat cock in and finally pulled out, spit on the head and gave one hard shove. Kyle saw stars. The shockwaves of pain ripped throughout his body. As the initial shock faded, Kyle realized he had only taken about a quarter of Javier’s cock. He felt the pressure from Javier starting to pump in and out and he felt like he was being split in two. Sweat was pouring off his body from both the heat in the room and the pain. Once he felt Javier get half way in he realized he could do it. He slowly started pushing back to meet Javier’s thrusts and a few minutes later he felt their bodies meet. Kyle let out a loud moan which was mostly drowned out by the music. Kyle felt Javier’s cock throb inside of him and then felt the emptiness take over as Javier pulled out. It wouldn’t be empty long as Javier immediately pushed back in. The strokes were always the same length, Kyle got to feel every inch. The speed and intensity varied as Javier pounded his hole. Kyle remembered Javier’s earlier comment about pozzing up many guys and he knew how. It probably only took one fuck like the one Kyle was getting now. His victims asses were torn and wrecked from taking the monster cock inside and then the cum that flooded their holes full of virus filled fluid would find thousands of ways to infect them. Kyle was rocked back to the present as Javier slammed his cock in all the way and screamed out. He felt each pulse and then his cunt filled the warmth of the huge load. “Now you have my poison inside you, like Francisco has yours” Javier said breathlessly with his chest pressed against Kyle’s back. The cock kept slamming into Joe’s hole and the spit inside him had mixed with precum. His hole got sloppier and he countered by squeezing down on the guy’s cock. The grunts got more frequent and he felt the thrusts get erratic. Joe clamped down as hard as he could and then felt the cum start to pump inside him. “Breed me Roberto! Give me that load!” Joe yelled out. He felt some teeth bite down on his shoulder and a growl come from behind. The spurts finally stopped and their bodies were glued together. “You figured it out. You are smart AND sexy. I hope your tattoo is not a lie because the cum you have in you now will infect you very soon if it is” Roberto said into Joe’s ear. They stood there a moment and then Roberto slid his cock out of Joe’s battered hole. Joe could feel the cum run out of his hole and soak into the pouch on his jockstrap or down his legs. Joe went to step back but there was a guy on his knees right behind him. “Please wait a moment. This slut is here to clean you up” Roberto said. Joe guessed it was the guy Roberto told “30 minutes” to on the dance floor. The guy sucked the cum out of his hole and Joe helped by feeding him some too. While the tongue licked and explored Joe’s hole he heard two guys walk up. “Damn, I didn’t get that kind of service after my fuck” Kyle said. “This is Martin. He works in the kitchen here and he is here for you to use. He is looking for the bug and we have shared ours with him and now it is your turn” Javier said. Martin stood up and Joe turned around. The five of them were in a circle, oblivious to the other guys around them fucking and sucking. Joe and Kyle looked Martin over like a piece of meat. Martin stood five foot four and was twink-like in stature but had a dense covering of hair on his chest and a trail down to a heavy bush around his cock. Likewise, his legs were hairy and his head was covered with a thick mop of black hair. His face was clean shaven and he looked innocent from a distance, but the fire in his eyes told a different story. “How old is he?” asked Kyle. “Twenty two” replied Javier. Joe’s cock got harder by the second and was poking above the top band of the jockstrap. “Do you really want it?” Joe asked. Javier repeated the question in Spanish. “Si, señor” he replied. Martin looked at Joe with pleading eyes and then did the same with Kyle. Martin stood there in just his white bikini briefs. Joe turned him so he was facing the boxes he had just been fucked on and dropped to his knees, tugging Martin’s underwear down. He went to rim Martin’s ass but his tongue tasted nothing but cum with a faint coppery taste. “We have already given him two loads. You will not need lube” Roberto said. Joe stood up and popped his stiff cock out the side of his jockstrap pouch. With one swift move, he was balls deep inside Martin. The cum inside was the perfect lube for the next round of breeding. Joe ground his hips against Martin’s small round butt. He heard a moan come from Martin’s mouth and Joe gave him two more full length thrusts before he began to fuck in earnest. Joe wrapped his arm around Martin’s neck and his hips swung back and forth, driving his cock in and out of the creamy hole. Even with Martin sucking the cum out of his ass, Joe felt more of Roberto’s load running down his leg. His cock slammed in over and over and after ten minutes of fucking, he drove in and shot six big spurts of his infected semen into Martin’s guts. Before Joe even started to pull out, Kyle was moving closer with his rigid shaft in his hand. Martin’s hole was cock-less for only a second with Kyle’s cock digging in at an angle. The piercings clawed at the already bruised flesh. Martin cried out, but no one looked at him except for the guys orchestrating his pozzing. Kyle didn’t fuck as hard as Joe, he figured all he needed to do was to shoot his load inside the already wrecked cunt. He enjoyed the feeling of the cum slick chute. He was surprised at how well Martin was able to massage his cock with his ass muscles after getting fucked by Javier. He would jab in different directions occasionally and varied the speed of his penetrations. Kyle lasted a little longer than Joe but once his balls signaled their intent he was unable to slow it down. He grabbed Martin tightly and thrust his hips a few last times and then the volleys of bug-ridden cum filled up his hole, mixing with the three charged loads already inside. Joe had found his shorts and had put them back on while Kyle was fucking Martin. When Kyle finished, Roberto had a plug ready to put back inside Martin to hold the juices in to do their magic. The five left the back area and Joe and Kyle went straight to the bar. Guzzling down several glasses of water they then grabbed a couple beers and watched the mob of flesh on the dance floor. As last-call was made, they finished their beers and headed back up to the room. The two were passed out and the next thing they heard was the alarm going off. It was a quick run through the shower and they grabbed some clothes to wear on the flight back home, tossing everything else in their suitcases. They ran down and rushed through breakfast and then were back in the room to grab their stuff. Joe and Kyle ran into Javier in the corridor who gave them both a hug before they ran down to hop on the shuttle bus. They got to the airport and through security and finally on to the plane. Joe looked at Kyle and said “Now we need a quiet vacation to recover” before laughing. Kyle nodded and then fidgeted in his seat trying to find a comfortable position for his still sore ass. ———— That’s all for a few weeks until I get back in town at the end of July.

Bonus post since the last chapter would have been too long with this as part of it Part 71 - Howling at the Moon “Damn, my dick is sore” Kyle said about halfway through dinner. The guys at the table next to them snickered. “Yeah and my balls hurt too. It’s gonna be a quiet night I think” Joe said. They finished their dinner and did their usual walk around the resort, admiring the clear night, the warm breeze and the hot guys. They sat at the pool bar and enjoyed a few beers and chatted a while. They walked around again and heard some noises coming from an area opposite of the hot tub from the night before. Getting closer they noticed the sign warning of nude sunbathing allowed inside. The sounds definitely didn’t sound like sunbathers and the sun was down. “Vampires getting a moon tan?” Joe joked. “Werewolf orgy sounds more like it” Kyle quipped. They walked in and saw two guys on their knees on a pair of lounge chairs getting fucked. Most of the guys standing around were naked and stroking, a few were like Joe and Kyle and had clothes or swimwear on. Each time Joe or Kyle rubbed their crotch they were reminded of just how sore their cocks were. “Come on, guys. Get your clothes off!” yelled one of the guys fucking. Joe looked at Kyle and shrugged his shoulders. They took their shirts off, dropped their shorts and underwear and folded them, placing them on a table. They moved closer to the action and soon heard one of the tops grunt and unload in his bottom. Seconds later the other top did the same. As the tops pulled out, the bottoms got up and one said “That’s all I can take right now” and the crowd grumbled. Some tops that were in line looked around to see who would come forward to be the next guys to get fucked. Joe pushed Kyle forward who reached back and said “If I get fucked, you do too.” Joe chuckled and followed his boyfriend to the chairs and they got on their knees. The first two guys approached them and spit on their holes and then both pushed in, caring little if Joe or Kyle were ready. Joe looked over at the guy fucking Kyle and laughed to himself. The guy fucking Kyle was a chunky sunburned guy with gut. He was thrusting his cock into Kyle like a jackhammer. Joe wondered if this was the first time the guy had fucked in months. The guy fucking him was almost the exact opposite. He was a hairy, tall, thin, dark skinned middle eastern guy. His motion was almost gentle and delicate. The only time Joe liked a gentle fuck was with Kyle and even then, very rarely. After a few minutes of slow strokes, Joe shoved his ass back, driving the guy’s cock all the way in. He gripped the shaft as tight as he could with his ass muscles and yelled out “Fuck me dude! We’re not making love here.” The guy responded and within a few seconds had grabbed his hips and was drilling Joe hard. The guys standing around started yelling out encouragement and he started fucking faster. Joe started milking the guy’s cock and soon he felt the change in thrusts. A couple guys yelled out “Breed him” and two more thrusts was all it took. Joe felt the guy’s cock pulsing in his hole and he kept milking it, feeling his hole getting sloppy with all the cream now inside. He looked over and Kyle’s top was now just slamming in every few seconds. He was dripping with sweat and breathing heavy. He pushed in hard and held Kyle’s hips tight as his body twitched. Kyle yelled out “Oh fuck yeah” as his ass took the stranger’s load. Joe felt the cock inside him slowly get pulled out and then another guy shoved his cock inside. This one was thicker but not as long and just pounded him nonstop for about five minutes and then dropped his load in. Joe looked at Kyle and saw another guy fucking him and a few minutes later heard a loud grunt and the guy fell on top of Kyle, pushing him flat against the lounge chair. Three more guys fucked Joe and two nailed Kyle and there was a pause. Joe looked around and then he heard people mumbling. A guy walked up behind him and slapped his ass “Well, howdy neighbor” a deep rough voice said. “Uh… Hi?” Joe replied. “I’m kinda sick of listening to you guys breed everything that moves and leave nothing for the rest of us” the guy said. “Plenty of dick and ass to go around, bud” Joe said. “Not everyone is so eager to get our dirty seed. Unlike you pups, we let our bug grow and stay potent instead of taking drugs and just pretending to be a dangerous poz guy” the guy told Joe. Joe chuckled to himself, letting the guy believe what he wanted. The guy slammed his cock into Joe’s hole and Joe could feel the large PA drag through his hole and then plunge inside. Joe let out a loud grunt and the people standing around all gasped. Joe turned his head and saw it was the cub from the bus. Six feet of furry, barrel chested late 30’s man with a mean look on his bushy bearded face hiding the sunken cheeks. A red biohazard tattoo was around his pierced left nipple and the word “Proud” right above it. Joe smiled and then said defiantly “Fuck me. Do your worst.” The guy snorted and pulled back and slammed back in. It was a brutal fuck, just like Joe had given to so many guys that were chasing the bug. He liked that the guy thought he was a medicated, undetectable poz guy and looked down at him for caving to the expected treatment. BAM! The guy slammed back into him. Joe could hear the people talking. He heard the comments from the crowd - “Oh my god, I’m glad that’s not me” and “It’s kinda hot watching two poz guys fuck” and “How can he take being pounded like that and not scream out?” Joe looked over and the otter was fucking Kyle. He had a matching biohazard tattoo around his left nipple as well as a skull and crossbones tattoo on his right pec. It looked like most other fucks - nothing overly hard or gentle. Just a constant pounding of a poz cock into a poz hole. The otter had a smile on his face and was just enjoying a warm, cummy hole to fuck. The cub started fucking faster and Joe felt his hands grab on to his shoulders. The guy was going to make sure that all six inches of virus injecting cock was getting inside Joe’s cunt. Faster and faster he pounded, each stroke pushing the chair a few inches across the concrete. “God, I envy the fucker that charged this ass up. You really know how to take a cock” growled the cub. Joe smiled and thought “God, I’m glad it was Mark instead of you.” A dozen more thrusts and Joe heard a roar come from behind him as the cub buried his cock in as far as he could. Joe could feel the thick cock throb inside him as the cub pumped his toxic seed inside. Joe wondered if any neg guy would be crazy enough to dip his cock into his hole after the cub finished. Kyle felt the otter start thrusting into him harder. He clamped down with his hole around the cock and heard the otter groan. He did it again and heard the guy ask “You want this load? I’m gonna give you a new strain for sure.” Kyle grunted and then felt one last thrust and then his hole getting flooded with another charged load. The otter pulled out and slapped Kyle’s ass and Kyle looked around. There were still a dozen guys standing around stroking their cocks but no one seemed to be interested in putting their cock in the poisonous mixture inside his or Joe’s holes. Kyle started to get up and then heard a voice say “Wait, s’il vous plait.” Up walked a skinny guy with a very bushy beard that hung down over four inches from his chin. His left arm was covered with dark ink and he had a large septum piercing that got buried in his mustache. He had a long, nine inch cock with an upward bend that was pointing out in front of him, dripping as he walked. The head of his cock had four dydoe piercings. Kyle had no longer gotten back on all fours when he felt the cock shove all the way into his hole and past the inner ring. The guy muttered numerous words in French that Kyle had never heard before. His business languages classes never covered terms like “slut”, “fag”, “cumdump” or “bitch.” After several minutes of pounding the guy shoved him flat on the chair and used his cock to piledrive into Kyle’s abused cunt. The guy let out a loud groan and Kyle could feel the cum pump into his ass and some drip down his balls. The guy pulled his cock out and said “Bon chance” as he walked away. Kyle laid there a minute and got up before he walked over to Joe and pulled him to his feet. They put their shorts back on and headed to the bar for a well deserved drink.

Hell yes I do! And the somewhat more thought out response. I don't think I've ever had a top fuck me who didn't like me to suck them after. I love the taste of cummy cock and they always seem to love the attention. Whilst I guess it is true that you can't always please everyone on every occasion; it is clear from the responses here that most tops like it and most of us bottoms want to do it.

Could not have said it any better. Always ass to mouth when I get bred.

Thanks for the comments guys. Hope you like it! Part 3 I woke up about mid-day on the Saturday and tried not to think about the night before. I don’t know how I ended up getting myself into that situation but I made a promise to myself to watch what I was drinking and to stay focused on my work. I did jerk off to the thought of Tom though, I mean he was hot, even for an older guy. About 6 in the evening once I had been to the gym, did my grocery shopping and done some laundry, I finally felt like I had made up for my spoiled evening. That is, until my phone lit up. ‘Hey Boy, time to make up for last night. I’ll pick you up in an hour, be clean. Don’t try to say no’ I paused for a few minutes, and re read the message over and over. How did Tom have my number, what did he mean by ‘don’t try to say no’? I threw my phone back on the chair and thought it best just to ignore it. After watching some TV for an hour or so my phone lit up again. ‘You better be ready Boy. I don’t like to be kept waiting. I’ll be there in 15 minutes.’ I thought about it again, and against my better judgement I got up and had a shower, this time I made sure I was thoroughly cleaned out, I could still feel Tom’s cock from the night before. I convinced myself that we’d have a drink and maybe another fumble and then I’d make it clear that I didn’t have time to be seeing anyone romantically and that he’s out of my age range. After cleaning myself up and throwing on a pair of black jeans and a plain red t-shirt. I paced around my apartment waiting for another message. Right on cue a black BMW with tinted windows rolled up at my building. I couldn’t remember Tom’s car from last night but I guessed it was his. ‘Black BMW, move your ass kiddo.’ I was right. I made my way down to his car and without doubting myself I jumped in. “Looking good boy” Tom said looking me up and down with a smirk. Those blue eyes piercing through me, I got a semi within seconds of looking at him. “Thanks, sorry again about last night. I didn’t think I had drank that much. it was good of you to look after me the way you did. Oh and don’t worry about the condom breaking, I’m due a check-up this week anyway, so I should be fine.” “I’ll look after you kid, don’t you worry about that.” We drove off, I wasn’t sure where we were going but didn’t feel comfortable asking. Tom had been perfectly quiet since we started driving. Occasionally he’d adjust his crotch, which only made me hard, but he never spoke. “We’ll jump into my place first for a drink. I don’t want to take my car anywhere.” he said giving me a slight fright. I just smiled over at him. Once we were parked and in his apartment he put his hands on my shoulders, leaned down and whispered into my ear; “Take that hot boy ass of yours into my bedroom, I’ve been wanting another go at it since I dropped you off last night.” I gulped but couldn’t find the words to say anything, I took myself into Tom's room and turned to face him. “Tom, look, sorry, I think I need to be clear, I’m not really after anything at the moment. You’re a nice guy and I’m flattered you’re interested in me but I don’t think we should do anything. Maybe I should just go” I stammered out, my heart racing. Tom slowly turned and closed the door, locking it shut. He then turned to face me with that intense stare I remembered from the bar. He walked towards me and shoved me onto the bed. I was shocked and completely terrified. “Please Tom, sorry…I…” “Shut it boy, I’ve been wanting to claim your ass since you first rolled into town. I tried to be polite and let it all happen accidentally, but you’re a tough little cunt. Not to worry, Daddy will break you soon enough.” I lay on the bed, confused and terrified. Did Tom know me from before the bar last night? What did he mean by ‘Claim me’? I didn’t know what to think but my body was betraying me, I was hard as a rock, each time Tom called me boy my cock did a leap and when he called himself daddy I could have came. Tom marched over to the bed and immediately was on top of me, pinning my body to the mattress. “Mmm, Boy you’ve got a boner. Wait till I tell you what Daddy has for you, then you’ll really get scared!” He reached around and after a brief struggle, and a hard slap to my face, my hands where pulled tight and I was tied to the bed. My legs were still free which let me try to kick him, but that resulted in another slap. “Try that again boy and I’ll leave a permanent mark!” I stopped struggling, now really concerned for my safety. “What do you want? Stop, please don’t rape me!” I started to plead as tears rolled down my flushed cheeks. Tom just laughed, he took a pair of scissors off the side table and cut off all my clothes. I lay there completely exposed, freshly shaven, hard as a rock and quietly crying. He reach for a small bottle of what I guessed were poppers, he put them under my nose. “Take a deep huff boy, you’ll need them! Daddy isn’t going to be as gentle tonight.” I took a couple of hits and felt my head spin and my body relax. Again Tom kept his clothes on and just took his monstrous cock out, it was growing bigger every time he stroked it. He grabbed lube and swiped some up my crack, it was cold and certainly wasn’t enough to allow even the head of his cock in me. “Please Tom, I’m sorry, I don’t want this….” I continued to cry He took the tip of his cock and pushed it against my tight hole, edging slightly inside. “At least put a condom on!” I screamed out. A hard slap hit my face, I was dazed from the surprise. “You’ve already had it in you raw, I’m not wrapping it up again. It takes a lot of effort to tear a Condom when a daft boy keeps checking it, and you’ll call me Daddy from now on Boy!” As he spat those words out he slid about 3 inches raw into my barely lubed hole. I screamed out. “Keep screaming boy, It just makes Daddy harder!” he moaned as he kept pushing deeper inside my hole, with a hard thrust he slammed completely into me, and I blacked out.

You should tell him how hot you find this scenario. He might find it interesting enough to give it a try. My fuckbuddy and I love to make out or 69 with each other while were both taking poz cock and loads in the ass in front of an audience. Can't argue with your opinion that it would be hot because I know from experience that it is.

My record for showing off was when I and two buds fucked a porn star on CAM4 with 4,400 watching. I made it clear to those watching it was bareback POZ fucking.

I have gotten naked at abs and left the door wide open. Usually point my ass out the door. There is a guy there who is friends with the clerk. He asked if I wanted to be fucked in the hallway and I said of course but won't we get kicked out? He said no, his friend let's him. So there I am completely naked in bright hallway getting fucked by him raw. After he came in me, another mounted me. We have done it 3 times now, hoping for more.

Hey I love watching guys cheat. Anyone out there got any vids they can share of them cheating?

I was in Philly recently on business - some of you may have seen my post - and I was wicked horny to slut out and bottom for as many guys as I could. I was well outside the city, and decided that with colleagues traveling with me, it was too risky to go spend any time at Club Philly. So, I posted on CL. To my pleasant surprise, Monday night I got a message from a guy who said he lived very close to my hotel. Of course I find, as I'm sure you do, that most guys on CL promise to meet and even when they have the room number and explicit directions to the hotel, they don't show. So I was a little skeptical. Still, I gave this guy the benefit of the doubt, especially after he sent me a photo of his cock - long, thick, perfectly hairless. Already sitting naked at the desk, with my hole cleaned out and pre-lubed, I sent him my room number and asked him how long he'd be. He told me he'd grab a quick shower and be there in 20 minutes, and when he got there he wanted me to answer the door naked. Then a wicked thought entered my mind. I've walked in on a blindfolded or dark-room anonymous bottom before, and had some great fun. But I've never been on the receiving end. "What if," I wrote, "I prop the door ajar, turn off the lights and wait for you on hands and knees on the bed?" "Perfect," he replied. "Do you want me to put a condom out for you?" I asked, hoping he would answer in the negative. "Yes," came the reply. Damn. Still, I wanted to get my hole stretched by that beautiful dong, so about 20 minutes later he texted that he was in the elevator and I dutifully took my place on the bed. I raised my ass pointed off the foot of the bed so he could stand behind me, and placed the rubber and lube beside me. I heard the click of the door as he opened it, and I tensed in anticipation. I waited patiently, ass in the air, as he came into the room, slid off his clothes, and ran a finger down my ass crack. He must have been hard walking in the door because he immediately slipped on the condom, lubed it up, and started teasing my hole with the tip. I was dying of horniness at this point, so just as his cock hit my hole at the right angle, I thrust my hips back at him and took his length - and GIRTH - inside my ass. His cock stretched my hole like none before it, and I gritted my teeth through the pain and concentrated on how good it felt to have my hole so full. My top grunted with surprised pleasure at my move, and before long he was grinding against me - short, slow rhythmic movements that tickled my prostate and made me feel like I never have before! It was sheer ecstasy! I wanted it to go on like that forever but then he pulled back, and thrust himself into me once more. He pounded away at my hole for some time, grunting and sighing but not saying anything. I thought he might be close to cumming at one point but he slowed his pace to keep himself from shooting. "Fuck," he said finally, "this is an ass I could bareback!" That comment sent a shivery thrill up my spine, and before I even recovered from my shock and thrill he withdrew and I heard the condom give a SNAP! sound as he pulled it off. Then the click of the lube cap, and he was back inside me, pounding away. It was all I could do not to scream with delight - I was there on business, after all, and needed to be discreet, plus I knew I had neighbors in the next room who had a kid with them - and I wound the bed covers so tightly around my fists I almost cut off circulation. Finally my unknown fucker was almost done. "Where do you want my cum?" he asked as he gripped my hips tighter. "I want you to pull out and shoot on my hole!" I said, and almost immediately regretted it. But pull out he did, and I felt a blast of cum between my cheeks, and felt drops land on my shoulder and even my ear as they flew past onto the covers in front of me! It gave me another huge thrill to think I had made him cum so hard just by staying in that one position and making my hole available to him. Regaining my composure, and wanting to feel him inside me more, I begged him to shove his cock back into my ass, and he eagerly complied. He left it there for some time, and I felt it soften before he pulled out and began to dress. I remained motionless, coated in cum and completely satisfied. He left without another word, and as the door closed behind him I knew I'd have to do that again.

PART 2 [Above: My ass in December 2012, waiting for anonymous dick to deposit a fresh strain of POZ cum.] After showering, I returned to Jake and Trey's living room. They already had a third guy there -- a very handsome dude, a little younger than me, smoking the pipe while Trey sucked his fat dick. "Hey, boy," said Jake. "Meet Beau. I told him that we had a neg hole all hopped up on Tina, and he came right over. Let's just say that he's gonna play a very important role in your pozzing tonight. You wanna tell him why, Beau?" "Sure," said Beau, right after blowing out a giant cloud of white smoke. "Around this time last year, Jake and Trey pumped me full of their sweet poz strain, and I got knocked up with the bug I'd been craving. Since then, I haven't gone on any meds, and my viral load is pretty fuckin' high. I love sharing my virus with boys like you, and especially with boys not like you -- boys who think I'm a neg total top, and trust me to destroy their perfect neg fuckholes with my poison shaft." "Trey and I are on meds," Jake explained. "So we're practically shooting blanks. But Beau here, he can do some serious damage to your immune system. Tell me, then: do you want this stud to fuck you after Trey and I have wrecked your neg hole?" "Yes. I want his unmedicated poz load," I said. Beau smiled. "I think we've got a good boy on our hands." "We definitely have a good boy on our hands," Jake replied. Then he motioned me over to the couch. "Sit down here, boy. Spread your legs. We're going to do a few things to help your cunt get even hungrier." I eagerly walked over to the couch, the Tina still making my head buzz after those first few hits almost an hour before. Jake lit up the pipe, took a giant hit, and blew it in my mouth. Then he handed the pipe and the lighter to me. "Here boy -- I'll teach you. Hold the flame right under the T," he said to me. "See that smoke coming out the top? That's when you start your slow inhale. Slow. Keep it slow. No, keep inhaling. Don't stop. Good boy." They watched me take four giant hits. Then I handed the pipe to Trey and lay back on the couch, lifting my legs to expose my hungry jockhole. "Oh, that's pretty," Beau said, smiling. "I can't wait to destroy that thing." Meanwhile, Jake was dipping his finger into a small plastic bag. He applied a little lube to my hole -- again, those fingers brushing against my cunt drove me wild -- and then he shoved into me with the finger that had been in the bag. There was a sharp pain, followed by a sudden warmth as he roughly rubbed the inside of my hole. Then my cunt relaxed, opened up, and began eagerly swallowing up that finger, then two, then three, with no pain -- just total eagerness for this man to use my butt however he wanted. Jake laughed. "Thatta boy," he said. "Jesus. I can feel this pussy getting hungrier by the second." Then he stood up, his dick looking even bigger, its curve pointing to his steady stream of precum. "You want this poz dick, boy? It's so ready to invade your neg cunt." "Fuck yes," I replied. "Please. Please give me your poz cock. I want to be just like you. I want you to mark me. Infect me. Please, please, please poz me." "You want my strain? Beau here has my strain. You like my strain, Beau?" "Fuckin' A," Beau said. "I'm so proud to carry your strain, and pass it on to every boy I can seduce with T and breed full of my virus." Jake knelt down between my legs, placing the head of his dick against the entrance to my hole. "You feel that, boy? That's my poz cock," he said. "Feel it?" "Oh fuck yeah, I feel it," I replied, squirming with total hunger for this man to transform me into a poz dickpig. "This is the point of no return, buddy. Once I'm inside, you're getting pozzed. In fact, even if I don't shoot a big wad, I'll still be dripping my precum the whole time, lubing you up with my virus. You ready?" "Yes, I'm ready." "Ready for what?" "To get pozzed. To feel your poz dick in me. To beg for your poz cum." He smiled. "You're such a good fuckin' boy." Then his fat mushroom head squeezed into my throbbing, partied-up fuckhole, and I moaned from the sense of total freedom as I surrendered my defenseless cunt to this sexy, hairy, muscular man with the studcock primed to alter me forever. "Moaning like a bitch already," he said. "We'll have you whimpering before long. Just whimpering like a cum-starved poz pig boy with a hole dripping cum and maybe a little bit of blood. Because this cunt is getting wrecked, I promise you." That's when he shoved the rest of his fat dick inside me. My hole swallowed it eagerly, and even in my pain I smiled. I had surrendered. I had taken the step. I couldn't turn back. I belonged to him. "Feels like home, boy. You were made for this. This is what your hole was meant to do." "Yes," I moaned. "This is all I ever wanted. Thank you." "Don't thank me yet. Thank me when you've got a gut full of my poz DNA." He pushed my knees back to my shoulders, squatted so that his cock was positioned directly above my wide-open hole, and began pounding. Just pounding it. Owning it. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I could almost hear the delicate tissues in my fuckhole getting shredded with this man's cock. He didn't last long. As I watched his muscular chest flex with every thrust, and his abs tighten each time his shaft drove all the way inside me, I could hear his breath grow shorter, his body beginning to shake with an intense need to release. "Tell me what you want, boy," he said. "Tell me now." "I want your poz cum, you fucking stud. Poz me." "What was that?" "I said PLEASE FUCKING POZ ME. PLEASE. PLEASE." "Fuck you, faggot. You didn't. Ever. Have. A. CHOICE." At that, his whole body went into a powerful convulsion as he plunged his cock even deeper. The muscles in his stomach spasmed repeatedly, and he grunted and growled with each pulsation of his stud-dick as he emptied a ballsac full of poz sperm inside my neg guts. Beau laughed. "Congratulations, boy," he said to me. "You are now officially a pig. Hungry for more?" "Yes, please. Please more poz seed. Please." "That's good," Beau replied. "Because that wasn't really a choice, either. But first, you're going to do what a true bottom does, and clean off the cock that just pounded your guts full of sweet poz cum." At that moment, Jake pulled out, and his dick glistened with the deathseed he'd just injected into my hole. I eagerly scrambled to the ground and wrapped my mouth around it, slurping greedily to taste this man's toxic DNA and worship his perfect boy-wrecking dick. "Jesus, he's a good boy," said Jake. As I knelt on the ground, carefully cleaning off my man's dick, I felt something slightly prickly press against the inside of my warm, wet cumhole. "Just hold still," said Trey. "I'm just rubbing the inside of your cunt with a toothbrush. Brushing some of that poz jizz up inside you, giving you little abrasions so that you can welcome more poz spunk into your bloodstream." Hearing that, I arched my back to spread my hole a little wider, allowing the toothbrush to plunge deeper inside my cum-soaked cunt. Seeing that, Jake whistled. "Jesus," he said. "I'd say we've created a pig. And trust me when I say this: this night is going to get much, much wilder. Just wait to see what fuckin' nasty surprises we have waiting for you." I glanced over at Beau, who was busy at work under the desklamp. I couldn't tell what he was doing, but it looked like he was carefully measuring T into little vials. Jake grabbed my head, turned it back in his direction, and impaled my mouth on his beautiful giftgiving cock. "Don't worry about what's next," he said to me. "Just worship my poz cock like a grateful faggot who knows his place." "Thank you," I murmured, as I plunged my hungry mouth down on his poz dick over and over again, with blood and cum oozing out of my partied-up hole. MORE SOON...