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I made another trip to Chicago Saturday night, arriving at Steam Works around 7:30. It's about a two and half hour drive from my house and all I could think of the whole way was how much cock I was going to get. It was not real busy when I got there but the action soon picked-up. After about and hour I was at one of the glory holes sucking hard on a nice BBC when someone started fingering my ass then working his hard cock into my hole. It was hard to concentrate on the two guys simultaneously, but after a few minutes the BBC moved on so I took a good fucking for about another five minutes. Then the guy withdrew and moved on, apparently not wanting to cum yet. The inside of my jock was full of pre-cum. I was so fucking horny. Returning to my room I left the door open and crouched on the bed, my ass up, waiting with my head under my towel. After a while I heard someone come in and close the door. He repositioned one of my legs so it was on the floor and slid his hard cock in my well-lubed ass, fucking me good for about fifteen or twenty minutes, occasionally asking, among other questions, how many loads were in my ass. "None," I replied, "yet." "Well, here's your first load and it's poz," he responded, fucking it in good before getting up and leaving, I never saw what he looked like. I rested for a minute, took a Viagra and left to go down and get a soda when a guy who looked of Indian decent asked if I had a room, Hell yes! He was good looking and young. We kissed for a while but he also wanted my ass so I let him fuck me. Within ten minutes he was unloading in me. I was on another cloud. By then my cock was getting hard so I walked around, fucking different guys, either on a fuck bench or in the sling, but each time pulling to prevent myself from cumming. I also did a lot of watching and even got fucked another time. Finally I checked the time and found it was around 1:30 A.M. As I had a long drive home and needed to get moving, I made one more trip around looking to unload my balls in a nice looking ass. I walked back by the fenced-in beds and was watching a real nice Asian guy getting fucked good and as soon as the other guy finished I climbed on top of the Asian guy, sinking my rock hard cock into his tight, cum-filled ass, finding in the process the guy was dripping with cum. It felt great, It didn't take me long to blow. I must have shot six or eight good squirts in his ass. It was one hot night. I will be back again. It was a long ride home but was well worth the effort.

I was working in a fast food restaurant that was part of a gas station off the interstate. A hit older trucker came in and ordered from me, we kept checking each other out while he's eating. He comes up and slips me a note saying to meet him behind the building. I go on break and meet him. He fucked the Hell out of me in the little out cove behind the restaurant.

It was Saturday night, and I had just gotten back to my apartment building, when I realized I didn't have the key to my front door. I'd taken it off my key ring for a friend to use that afternoon, and I'd forgotten to put it back on. Well now what was I going to do? It was 1:30 in the morning, everyone in the building was asleep, my boyfriend was gone on a business trip, and everyone else I knew was on the other side of town. As I was thinking about spending the night in my car, I saw one of my new neighbors drive by, probably just getting home like I was. He'd just moved into the building next door, and I'd seen him walk past my window pretty much every day, wearing his work clothes and looking fine as hell. He was white, pretty tall, and blasted hip-hop music in his car whenever he drove by. He always walked with swagger, but he also seemed really approachable, too, like he was always on a chill pill, and nothing ever bothered him. I'd been hoping to run into him at some point. My neighbor parked on the street and started pimp-walking toward his apartment, like he always does. I was still trying to think of where I was going to sleep that night, as he walked past my building. He nodded at me asking "Whatsup?" "How's it goin'?" I replied, thinking to myself he looked just as good up close as he did from afar. Then he paused at the foot of the staircase, looked at the keys in my hand, looked at the locked door to my building, and looked back at me and put the picture together asking "Are you locked out?" "Yeah," I said, laughing self-consciously, "I left my key inside." "Aw, shit," he said, "what are you gonna do?" "I don't know, it's not too cold. I guess I'll sleep in my car." "Ah for real?" he asked, "that sucks." "It's alright," I said with a shrug, "it's just one night." He seemed to think for a second, then he said, "Yo, I got like a big chair back at my place. You can crash there tonight if you want. It's gotta be more comfortable than sleeping in your car, man." My heart skipped a beat at that point. I'd seen this guy from a distance several times, but never even thought to speak with him, let alone being in a position where he would invite me to spend the night back at his place! I knew it didn't mean anything, which was good since I had a boyfriend anyway, but how could I say no? "That would be really awesome," I said, "are you sure it's okay?" "Yeah, man, it's cool, we're neighbors, right?" "You are incredible," I said, "I'll be gone first thing in the morning." "Don't sweat it, man." I tried not to look too eager as I walked down the stairs and let him take me back to his place. He told me his name was Simon, he'd just gotten back from some clubs with his friends, and he wanted to crash as soon as we got back, which was fine with me. He had a roommate, but the roommate was a heavy sleeper, so we didn't have to worry about waking him up. The chair in Simon's room was big and comfortable, and I was just starting to go to sleep, when I heard him say, "Fuck." I didn't think anything of it and started to go back to sleep, when he said, "Fuck, man." I sat up a little and looked over to where he was lying in bed. "What's -- what's wrong?" "It's all these bitches at the club, man. They want you to buy them drinks, buy them drinks, and they be rubbin' up on you all fuckin' night long, but then when you wanna take them home, then they got a 'boyfriend', or 'Maybe next time,' or some shit like that." "Oh really?" I asked, having no clue about bitches in clubs, then realizing I'd totally just given myself away. He didn't seem to notice, though. "Fuck yeah, man, and now I'm trying to get the fuck to sleep, and they got me hard as a fuckin' rock." What did he just say? Did he really just tell me he had a fucking hard-on, and did he tell me this as I was prepared to spend the night in his bedroom? Is this what straight guys normally talk about with each other? Or was he looking for…something else? "You're -- you're hard right now?" I asked, trying to figure out what the heck to do. "Rock, fucking, hard," he said without hesitation. "How the fuck am I gonna go to sleep like this?" I was glad the room was dark, because I probably looked like a deer in the headlights. If he weren't my neighbor, if I didn't have a boyfriend, and if I'd had a few drinks in me, I might have jumped at what seemed like an open invitation to this hot straight guy's cock. But if I made a move on my straight neighbor who walks past my place every day, and it turned out I was wrong…. Just then, I heard him make a slapping noise, one, two, three times. "Uh, Simon?" I asked. "Yo." "What was that?" "That was my fuckin' cock, man, I'm tellin' you, I'm rock hard right now, I can't go to sleep." "It just sounded like your hand or something," I said, still trying to buy time and figure out whether I should just go for it, or forget the whole thing. "Yo, if you don't believe me, turn on the fuckin' light, man." I still didn't know what to do, but there was nothing wrong with just looking, was there? So against my better judgement, I got up, went to the light switch, and turned it on. And there was Simon, no shirt on, his boxers pulled down, and his seven inch hard cock pointing straight up to his belly button. He lifted his cock up, then let it smack down hard on his abs a few times. So that was the slapping noise I'd heard before. "Wow, you're really hard," was the only stupid thing I could think of to say. "What are you gonna do?" "I need to fuckin' bust my nut," he replied, adding "I don't even care, a hot mouth, or a tight pussy, or whatever the fuck, you know?" When I didn't respond right away, he looked at me and asked, "You like dick, don't you?" "What?" I asked, panicked. I wasn't expecting that question, even though I guess it was obvious. "I -- yeah, I ...." "Can you help a brotha out? Please, man," he said, making his fat white cock smack on his abs a few more times, then looking back at me. I knew I had a boyfriend, and I knew I shouldn't be messing around with guys who lived right next door…but how many times was I going to get a hot straight guy begging me to suck his cock? So I turned the light off again, figuring that's how he'd want it, and walked over to the bed, filled with lust, and guilt. I climbed between his legs and tentatively put his cock head in my mouth, still not believing he was letting me do this. He sighed as soon as my lips closed around his hard-on, so I kept going. I slowly went all the way down to the base, feeling his cock gag me a few times. When he still didn't stop me, I sucked his cock a little faster, gagging myself a few more times. Then I went after his balls, swirling them around in my mouth and licking underneath them. After a couple minutes, I had this stranger's hairy balls rubbing all over my face, and I felt so disgusting, and so happy. Then Simon surprised me by grabbing my head and moving my mouth from his balls back onto his cock. I figured he wouldn't want to touch another guy at all, but he kept his hands on my head as he started roughly forcing his cock head down my throat, making me gag and slobber. "You like that fuckin' dick, don't you, pussy boy?" My eyes were watering, my nose was running, and he wasn't letting me off his cock, even though I tried pulling up a few times. "Yeah you do, you fuckin' bitch boy, I knew you wanted this dick the moment I saw you." Then without warning, he took his cock out of my mouth and started pulling my shirt off. I started to say something, but I was still trying to catch my breath, so I just let him do it. Then he moved around behind me, pushed me up the bed onto my stomach, and started tearing my jeans off, too. "No, I don't --" I started to say, but he kept pulling them off, and threw them onto the floor. He moved back up the bed and forced his cock down my throat again. This time as I was gagging on his cock, he slid his hand inside my briefs and started playing with my hole. Well this was happening too fast, and it was more than I'd bargained for -- I'd thought I would just suck off this stud, and keep my clothes on, and that would be that. That wasn't really cheating on my boyfriend, was it, if I didn't even take my clothes off? But it looked like my neighbor wanted more than to just get his cock sucked, which I wasn't really okay with. Well, maybe he just wanted to play with my hole while I sucked him off, I thought, and that was it. I mean, he was straight, wasn't he? And he hadn't even taken my underwear off. So after a few seconds, I stopped fighting him and just let him rub a couple slick fingers on my hole while he fucked my throat. But after just a few minutes of that, he yanked me off his cock and threw me up the bed onto my stomach again. While I was catching my breath and wiping the slobber off my face, he tore off my underwear, and then he was between my legs, with his tongue up my ass. How the fuck had that happened? He was straight, wasn't he? And I barely even knew this guy! What was his name again? And I'd been with my boyfriend for almost three years, and I'd never cheated on him. What the hell was I doing? This was totally wrong, and way too fast, and I had to get him off me, and get out of there…. But he was making me feel so good, and my boyfriend had never been this passionate and aggressive with me. In fact, sex with my boyfriend was pretty routine, and he almost never ate me out, and definitely never as good as this guy. I could barely even think straight…. Then my neighbor stopped eating me out all of a sudden, and after a few seconds, my head cleared up and I turned around to face him, remembering what I'd wanted to say. "Listen, I -- I should probably go, I mean I was just going to suck you off, and that's it, but I mean I barely even know you, and I just...." "Shut up, bitch boy!" he said to me. "You're mine tonight!" With that, he grabbed my face and slammed me down into the pillow, stunning me. Who was this guy? What had happened to the laid-back, easygoing guy on the chill pill I'd seen walking past my window every day? Was he seriously not going to let me leave? He kept my face buried in the pillow, then I felt his weight on top of me. I heard him spit a few times, then I felt him rubbing his slick cock head against my hole. No, this wasn't right, I wasn't a cheater, I couldn't do this to my boyfriend, this was way too fast, I had to get out of there. "No, wait, I have to go, I can't do this..." I started to say, determined to get out of there, only to feel a sharp, very painful slap across my face. "Shut the fuck up, bitch," he grunted. What was happening? No one had ever slapped me that hard before. I tried to force my way out from under him, but he was much stronger than me, and shoved my face back down into the pillow so I could barely breath. Then I felt his cock head push harder against my hole, and then he was inside me. I screamed into the pillow, and he held his cock still. "You can take this dick, you fuckin' slut," he whispered into my ear while holding my arms down so I couldn't fight him. "You know you want it. Let me in, let me get off inside you, make me feel good." I had stopped fighting him and was just focusing on relaxing my hole so it wouldn't hurt so bad, and he had started kissing me as he was whispering these nasty things into my ear. "I'll stay right here till you get used to me, I'm not goin' anywhere, I know you want this dick." I don't know if he was right, and I did want it, but my ass eventually started to open up and let him in. I couldn't fight him, he was much stronger than me. So maybe if I just let it happen, it would all be over soon and I could just forget about this whole thing, and my boyfriend would never find out. "That's right, I can feel you loosening up for me, I knew you wanted it," he kept whispering into my ear, with his hands still grabbing my wrists. "Fuck, that feels good, bitch boy, you feel so good." He started moving his cock in and out of me, and moaning into my ear. I hoped he would just finish soon. Then I heard him say, "I've fucked hundreds of bitches just like you, you always put up a fight, but you always take the dick in the end." Wait, did he just say hundreds? How was that even possible? I'd only been with 20 guys, tops, and I thought that was a lot! Was he even wearing a fucking condom? "Wait, are you wearing a condom?" I asked, but he didn't answer, he just kept sliding his hard prick in and out of my hole and breathing right onto my face. I know he heard me. Why didn't he respond? "You have to put a condom on," I said, "I never -- you can't fuck me without one." He still didn't say anything, he just moaned a little louder, fucked me a little faster, and grabbed my wrists a little harder. I had to get him to stop. I'd been so careful with the other guys, and I'd even gone with my boyfriend to get tested when we'd first started dating. Now here was this total stranger inside me with no protection, and he'd said he'd had sex with hundreds of other people! Had he fucked all of them without a rubber, too?? "No, stop, I have a boyfriend!" I said, desperately trying not to catch anything from this guy I had just barely met. "Get off me!" I started to struggle again, but it was no use. Instead of letting me go, he got up off me, grabbed both my wrists with one hand, and slapped me hard with his other hand, one, two, three times. My face was still sore from the first time he'd slapped me, and my eyes started to water. I knew there was no way to get away from this man, he was all the way inside me with no condom on, and he wouldn't stop no matter how much I begged him or struggled to get away. He didn't lay back down on top of me or start kissing me again. Instead he grabbed my wrists and started slamming his unprotected cock into me as hard as he fucking could, anger-fucking me into the mattress. I could feel sweat dripping off of him onto my back. He seemed determined to give me a fuck I'd never forget, whether I wanted it or not. I stopped fighting him, and just hoped he'd hurry up and finish, so I could go. Then he switched from slam-fucking me to piledriving me, pounding his cock into me over and over again without stopping. And as angry and worried as I was, his cock started to feel really good inside me, and I started to moan in pleasure. I didn't know what was happening, or how I could enjoy this even a little bit, but his cock started to feel incredible inside me, like it belonged there. Once again I couldn't think straight, and started to forget that I wanted to get out of there. Then after a few minutes of pile-driving me, he started to moan louder, and I knew he was about to cum, which brought me back to reality. For a second, I still had hope he would do the decent thing and pull out before he came, since he knew I didn't want this, and that I definitely didn't want his cum inside me. But then he started to really slam his raw cock inside me and hold it there, and I knew he was shooting his load deep inside me. He knew I didn't want his cock or his cum, but he didn't care, he was giving me his load whether I wanted it or not. After he finished cumming inside me, he let go of my wrists and rolled onto his back. "Fuck, that was good, bitch boy," he said, slapping me hard on my ass, which was now full of his cum. I couldn't believe what had just happened, or that I had this total stranger's cum deep inside me, and I didn't even know what his status was. Did he even know? What had I done? I started to get up so I could get my clothes back on, when he rolled toward me and held me down again, pushing me into the pillow. What more did he want with me? I thought he was done? Then I felt another hand on my ass, and I knew it wasn't his. What the fuck? He felt me jump and held me down harder. "My roommate wants some, too." His roommate? What the fuck? Had he been there the whole time, watching this guy force his bare cock into me and shoot his load inside me when I'd begged him to stop? Had he watched me struggle and done nothing? The roommate didn't waste any time with foreplay, and before I could say anything, he was on top of me, sliding his hard dick right into my loose, well-fucked hole. I hadn't even seen the roommate and had no idea what he looked like, and I knew he wasn't wearing a rubber, either. He must have already been stroking his cock while he was watching Simon fuck me, because he only pounded my ass for a few minutes, then he was shoving his hard cock all the way inside me and shooting his load deep in me to mix with Simon's. "Fuck," was the roommate's only word, then he pulled out of me and left. I couldn't believe yet another complete stranger had just cum inside me, and I hadn't even seen this one. Was I even still clean now? Had they given me anything? What had I done? I started to get up again, but Simon wouldn't let me go. He turned me on my side and crawled up behind me, pressing his semi-hard cock up against my cummy hole. "You did so great, baby doll," he whispered to me, kissing my neck and nibbling my ear. "You made me feel so fuckin' good, you know that? So fuckin' good." He held me tight, pressed up against my back, and for some reason, I could start to feel myself getting turned on. He shouldn't have cum in me, and he shouldn't be holding me like this. I had a boyfriend, and this was so completely wrong. But he kept softly kissing my neck, and I didn't stop him. "And it was so hot seeing you take my roommate's dick. I wish you could have seen that." His hand started sliding down my bare chest, towards my cock, which he'd completely ignored before now. When he wrapped his hand around my cock and balls, I was surprised to realize I was totally hard. He started stroking my cock, and I didn't tell him to stop. He spat in his hand and went back to stroking me. I moaned a little and relaxed into his body, and I think he knew I was his. After just a few minutes, I was shooting a hot, guilty load all over his sheets, and pressing hard back into his chest. "I know you're confused right now, baby doll," he said softly as he nibbled my ear some more. "But I know you liked it. And I liked it, too. And I know you'll be back for more." And as I drifted off to sleep with these two strangers' loads planted deep inside me, I knew he was right.

Concerned1: I know your experience as back in October I had been diagnosed with both of those. I had been feeling run down and sharp joont pains for what seemed like 6 months and I finally paid for a quest diagnostics test of everything. I had pretty much figured on the syph and when I got results back from quest, it confirmed it. My titer test came back 1:16. I had progressed into the second stage with a rash showing up. I had been told about an organization in SF that tested and treated everything, so I crossed the bay and went through their testing process where they tested both ends of me. I told them about my quest results and told them my symptoms and they treated me for syph and gono. The hiv test came back negative while I was there and I was told the other tests would take at least 2 days for results, but they were willing to treat without results. I was grateful for the treatment as I came back with oral gono. The treatment did make me sick as a dog that day(wasn’t feeling great to begin with), but within 24 hours I was feeling better than I had been in at least 3 months. I took a follow up test for syph 2 months later and although I still tested positive, my titer was down to 1:4 which indicates (I was told)?a decrease in its presence in my body and as time goes on, it should eventually show as non reactive eventually. Who ever I got it from, I hit a decent jackpot of both. Not interested in getting either one again. The 2 calls from the local health department were unnerving as they were fishing for info I didn’t want to give them. Get treated and you feel better physically and emotionally.

Good start to the week... Monday i went to cruise at my local park which was very active! Lots of guys cruising but almost too busy because it seemed like everyone was looking for the next best thing. I was making may way around when i saw this young tall twink I have fooled around with before. He saw me and started to grin. This guy is in his mid 20s, 6’2”, thin but nice build with a long 8” or so cut cock. He has fucked me before at this park twice but usually likes for me to suck him off. We walked to a fairly private wooded area and he started to deep kiss me. He said “do you want me to fuck you today?”. I said yes and pulled out lube and he started to grease his pole for my hole. We made out a little more to get his rock hard and he inserted his tool in me. Since I was bending over for his entry, once he was inside I looked and saw another cruiser watching. This guy has bred me before at the same park. He’s late 20s/early 30s average build Hispanics with 6” uncut dick. He started to walk over and I took his cock in my mouth. As we got a motion going, another guy I have played with showed up. He prefers to receive oral but has bred me before at another cruisy park in town. He comes over and pulls out his cock and starts jacking while watching me gets spit roasted. We continue a good rythmn again and he comes another guy. I’ve never seen this guy before but he pulls out a 7” cock and joins the guy for some stroking action. Then the Hispanic guy pulls his dick out of my mouth and joins the 2 guys jacking since now they are exchanging BJs. My little twink really starts to pound my hole with meaning. He asks if I am ready for his load and moans loudly he’s about to cum. The other 3 guys stop and move over and are rubbing my ass and back just in time as the twink fills my ass with volley after volley of his load. My twink slowly pulls out and spins me around for a bit more kissing. The other 3 guys are back to swapping oral and jacking. Since my ass is nice and full, my twink and I pull up and walk away. I told him thanks and look forward to seeing him again. An hour or so later this mid 30s black guy with a huge cock shows up. He and I have semi-played once before but it never worked out completely. By this time, most of the guys have left but there are a few still walking. I told him I wanted his cock in my ass. He suggested we go to the abandoned boardwalk for better privacy. He asked if my hole was clean and I told him that it was full from a load I had gotten earlier. He smiled and we went to the boardwalk. Once we got to a private spot, he dropped his jeans and that big fat beautiful cock was in front of me. I dropped to my knees and sucked it until he grabbed me up and bent me over the railing. He spit on his cock as I put my spit on my ass. I was wondering if I would need lube but didn’t have time to ask because he slowly started entering me. He went slow and took his time fully inserting his cock in. Once fully inside me, he stopped and rested for a minute but slowly began to pump. Then he pulled out fully and rammed that dick all the way fully into my ass. My hole was gapping and the previous guy’s load was leaking out down my leg. This turned him on and he started to fuck me like a wild animal. No more easy going, this dude pounded me so hard he almost knocked me over lol. He kept up this frantic pace until I could feel him shoot his huge wad inside of me. He made no sound when he came but he kept fucking. When he was done, he pulled out and pulled up his pants and walked away. I was left standing there with my shorts around my ankles and my ass leaking cum.

I don't know why I have never posted in this thread before. It's possible the term "star" in the thread title turned me away because I am the furthest thing from a porn *star*. Still, I see a couple of guys have posted who have been in just one or two scenes which describes me perfectly. I did one scene for Natural Born Breeders (it's terrible---I would ask you not to look it up but I know you will anyway) and I am in the Pig Week 2017 video. Rumor has it I am going to be in another video filming at the end of November so that would make for three scenes total. Here's a screenshot from the Pig Week video with me in the middle in the yellow and black singlet:

I had heard all about the beautiful ladyboys in Bangkok and was desperate to try. However I am a bottom so to was important to find a dominant top ladyboy which proved a little more difficult, in the end I settled for a lady who liked to party was active and had a sizeable penis. I arrived at her apartment at the prearranged time and knocked nervously on the door. When it opened there she was a sever looking but beautiful ladyboy in lacy lingerie and stockings. I was still checking out the weapon poking from her knickers while I was pushed into the hall. She asked for the money which I paid then she asked if I minded joining a party that was happening next door. I was a little confused but what the heck all in’ I suppose. I got undressed under her stern gaze and she inspected my cock and was clearly not impressed. She snorted and passed me a bra, lacy knickers and stockings and told me to put them on. Then she led me into a room filled with 2 other ladyboys and six older asian men. They where smoking meth while the ladyboys took turns sucking their cocks. I was told to join them on my knees. The first man gave me the pipe and I took a long drag, my first hit ever it was amazing my body felt so sexy and female and I wanted these men to breed me. I must have said as much as one Thai guy came up behind me lubed my hole with his spit and thrust himself in one fast stroke. It should have hurt but it didn’t soon he was into his rthymn thrusting long hard strokes until I felt the hot jet of his seed in my belly. More smoking then i was ready for more and was spit roasted while the ladyboys cheered on the asian men. Then one of the ladyboys suggested we go to a gay club to dance. As I was such a bottom slut I should be made up as a ladyboy. So after applying makeup giving me a very tight and short dress off we went. In the taxi I could see the taxi driver leering at me in the mirror. So being a slut I deliberately opened my legs so he had a good view of my lacy knickers. He smiled and winked at me and I could see the bulge growing in his trousers, so when we arrived at the club I was disappointed to leave the driver behind. The club was loud, hot and full so I slipped outside to get some fresh air and then I felt a hand on my leg sliding up to the top of my stockings and over my lace knickers. Then a Thai voice in my ear ´you ready to ride in my taxi?´. I was now so horny I just couldn’t refuse and followed him back to the taxi. It was only when we left that I realised I had nowhere to go my clothes where in the ladyboys flat and they where partying. The taxi driver beckoned me to sit in the front seat so his hand could rub my stockings. He asked me where I wanted to go and I asked him where he wanted to take me, with my best please fuck me look. He smiled and we drove off. I have no idea where we ended up as I lost track of turns and streets as he zigzagged for 30 mins before entering a garage where the door shut automatically behind us. Then he pushed my head down onto his cock and whilst I sucked him hard he was fingering my boipussy which was still seeping sperm from earlier. Then he told me to get out of the taxi and bend over the bnnet’ Which of course I was only too happy to do. He lifted my skirt pulled aside my sopping knickers then penetrated me in one slow delightful thrust. He was soon speeding up and his urgency was a good indication he was ready to give me his load so I clenched my muscles around his stiff member and was rewarded with the hot gush of his seed. he pulled up my knickers and patted my arse before pushing me through a small doorway and down a dimly lit passage before pushing me in a room and slamming the door behind me what the fuck is this I wondered. It was soon explained to me I had been on illegal drugs with heavy fines in Bangkok if your caught by the police so the taxi driver had thought it best to bring me here but I needed to pay for the room. I said I had no money left my wallet was in the ladyboys apartment. No matter the man said with a smile you can work to pay the room. With that three men marched in held me down while my sopping knickers where rippped off and I was bent with my arse in the open so the man could insert his wrinkled member in me. I thought he was going to try to fuck me but no he started to piss filling my love hole with his hot steamy stinking liquid. Then the other men started to take turns fucking my mouth and my arse. More and more men seemed to arrive and I lost count of the number of loads running out of my boipussy like a river. when morning finally arrived they gave a coat to cover my ripped dress and stockings and delivered me back to the ladyboys apartment...........

Got my results today. The clinic sent me a text asking me to call them. I did, and they told me I was negative for HIV but I had tested positive for both gonorrhea and syphilis. Going to the clinic at 9am tomorrow morning to collect my treatment for both diseases. Quite frightening to think that I have syphilis, a disease which, had antibiotics not been developed, would probably eventually result in serious complications leading to my death (I understand syphilis was the "AIDS of its day"). Getting on PrEP and can't wait.

This morning in Las Vegas construction site. Near my condo, a new set of condo buildings are being built. Over the past couple of weeks I have been cruising 3 Mexican laborers. They have watched me and talked about me as i watch them. I would stroke my ass thru my shorts or rub my crotch. They usually jabber to each other quietly as they continue to work. This morning I was out of bed at 5am and showered and douched thinking i would go to the ABS and then noticed that the 3 Mexican workers were already outside of the new condo construction . Very early and no other workers around. I put on some very loose clothes and opened my garage door and wandered out past the construction. All 3 of them got out of their truck snd ducked into the construction building. One was clearly visible and when i got close, motioned for me to come inside. Once inside, 2 of the 3 had their cocks out and stroking. Uncut. Hairy and hard. THEY were all over me. In broken English 1 asked me if my pussy was nice. I dropped my sweatpants and exposed my pussy to them. I got 3 loads of Mexican babies inside my pussy. As i left the building the oldest one said to me he needs pussy everyday to make him work better. Looking forward to tomorrow morning!

I’ve read a theory that the virus affects the host’s brain and causes him to want to spread it. I don’t want to give it to anyone, but I was enjoying topping very slutty males before I tested Poz. So maybe it was affecting me too.

Dont know if this counts as actual PUBLIC - but it's close. I hooked up with a guy who works for a courier company (he answered an ad I placed on a local site) - I met him the the car park of the mall where I work - we climbed in the back and he fucked me - car park was full - people all around. Was hot. Pic is me with his cock in my mouth in the back of his van LOL

Clay sipped his half pint of lager as he stood on the mezzanine level overlooking the ground floor of the newly refurbished bar. He still didn't like what they had done to the place as it was now all modern and sleek and totally out of character to how it use to be when it was just a sleazy pub on the corner of a street in Earls Court. At 22 Clay was not the type of young lad who could stop traffic, he was okay looking and definitely not a kick out of bed person. He stood at average height of 5 feet 7 inches with a medium build that muscular but not defined, he certainly looked as though he could rugby tackle you to the ground. In fact Clay was just your stereotypical young gay lad who was pretty normal, from the looker on aspect you would never know he was gay. He looked around again at his surroundings with sadness at what they had done to the place. His housemate and he would come to the pub a couple of times a week to enjoy a drink and people watch as it was one of London's notorious locations. Clay never picked up guys from here as they were mostly older clientele, well when your only 22 years old anything over 30 seemed older to those who had not experienced what came with age. He smiled to himself watching guys who were so obviously giving the eye to other guys as they would casually walk by, hopping they could pick a trick up for the night. Clay jumped as Kit tapped him on the shoulder "Your going to fall if you lean any further out". "Kit don't make me jump like that. Just watching the men trying to pick up guys" he replied. Kit leaned over and laughed "Yeah funny you can see everything now, here got you another drink". Clay took the glass and downed his nearly empty glass in his other hand "Thanks". Clay and Kit had become friends over the last couple of months after they met purely by accident on an internet chat room, it turned out that Kit only lived just under a mile away from Clay. It was only the third time they had actually met and it was purely on a social basis that they would hop on a bus over to Earls Court for drink then home again. Kit sported a zero crop and at 32 he was ten years older than Clay, he stood 5 feet 8 inches with a trim build and pretty attractive to the type of men he liked to play with. Kit was diagnosed with hiv several months ago and from the outset had been pretty open with Clay about it and how he thought it happened, he would often regal how the one night with the man who fucked him like a rag doll over and over for several hours, depositing countless loads in his ravaged arse. Kit would often laugh about how hot the sex was with this man, who would often brag that during his escorting he had fucked over 1000 men bareback and never failed to deliver at least 3 loads to each of them. But Kit was mindful never to reveal to much about him, Clay didn't ask nor was he interested as he liked his casual pub buddy friendship with Kit. For Clay sex was safe and controlled with no wild abandonment, he had only been sexually active for 3 years, he thought sex with men was just about bending over and getting fucked, a kiss on the cheek and then they would depart. There had been a few evenings where Clay had imagined himself laying in bed getting fucked senseless like Kit often described as he masturbated at the same time. Clay's attention was drawn to the older man walking up the spiral staircase to mezzanine level where they stood, inwardly he chuckled to himself at the 70's moustache that adorned his upper lip, the leather jacket, white t-shirt and chaps over his denim jeans. Clays eyes were focused on him as there was something about him, was it an air of dignity and self confidence that he exuded. He looked a little out of place and was making a bee line in their direction, Clay could make out that he was skinny, probably too skinny but he fitted his clothes well. He was not unattractive and at six foot he towered over them both and Clay guessed he must have been at least 50 years old, but then again he was not the best at determining peoples age. Kit noticed that Clay was looking to his left and stood up straight at the sight of the strange man approaching. "Hello Jurgen, don't often see you in this neck of the woods" Kit said and smiled almost licking his lips. Jurgen nodded "Hello Kitty, I come to see what they had done to this place" he replied in a heavy German accent. "Am I interrupting you Kitty?" Jurgen asked looking at Clay. Kit looked at Clay "No Jurgen this is Clay, he lives near me in Battersea". Jurgen held out his hand "Hello Clay nice to meet you". Clay took his hand which was stronger than his build lead you to believe "Hi Jurgen nice to meet you to". "Can I get you both a drink?" Jurgen asked. Kit nodded asking for a pint of lager whilst Clay replied he was okay for the moment. Jurgen turned and went down the stairs, Clay watched him carefully unsure what to make of him when he realised Jurgen caught his gaze and smiled back at him causing Clay to feel uneasy but noticed. Clay watched as Jurgen made his way to the bar, the bartender put the pint of lager on the counter and Clay turned to talk to Kit. Jurgen slipped a tiny tablet in to the drink, he stood at the bar waiting for a few minutes to let it dissolve before making his way back to where they stood. The bar was getting busy considering it was still only 7pm, Kit had become like a little child with a spring in his step, something Clay thought was to do with Jurgen. He wondered if Jurgen was the man who Kit often referred to, he mused for a few moments until Jurgen arrived and handed the drink to Kit. Jurgen smiled at Clay as Kit was drinking his third pint, Clay had never seen him drink like this before, he was only halfway through the pint when he started to slur his words. Clay chatted away with Jurgen and was much more at ease, he kept one eye on Kit who was now besotted and holding Jurgen's arm. Clay found Jurgen to be highly intellectual and engaging to a point of being mesmerising. Kit went to in to kiss Jurgen but he slipped to the side and hugged him instead. "Are you alright Kit?" Clay asked as Kit started to fumble around. Kit had a slightly glazed look "I think I have drunk to much". Clay shook his head "Come on lets get you home". Jurgen held kit up "I have a car around the corner I will drive you both home" he said looking at Clay. "Oh, are you sure Jurgen?" Clay replied grabbing Kit's other arm. "Yes of course" Jurgen replied smiling at Clay "It's on my way to Brixton and I can drop you off as well". They laid Kit on the back seat who was mumbling and not making and sense, Clay climbed in the passenger seat next to Jurgen and they headed over the Thames to Battersea. Clay kept checking on Kit as he was now slightly concerned by his dramatic fall from grace whilst he and Jurgen made small talk. Clay unlocked the front door and then helped Jurgen carry Kit to his bedroom and lay him on the bed. Clay placed Kit's keys on the bedside table with his phone and followed Jurgen back to the car and resumed his seat next to him. "Do you think he will be alright?" Clay looked at Jurgen who was entering the postcode in the Sat Nav for Clay's house. Jurgen smiled whilst watching the road "I'm sure he is drunk, he will be fine in a few hours". "I guess so. So how do you know Kit?" Clay asked out of interest. Jurgen smiled "Off the internet, we met one night and I changed his life forever and how he looks at sex". Clay giggled "Are you that good then?", Jurgen glanced and smirked. "Kitty had a full night of me fucking him relentless, but if I am any good only you could tell" he responded. Clay frowned a little "I think not" pondering what Jurgen said "How did you change his look on sex?". Jurgen smiled "I set him free of his inhibitions by giving him my gift". The naive Clay shook his head "Your gift, what is that?". Jurgen chuckled and patted Clay's knee "My gift is only given to those who seek or throw caution to the wind". Clay looked out of the window "I don't get it, your not making any sense to me". Jurgen glanced at him "I have given my gift and converted many a man, but none as young as you". "Many men?" Clay replied. Jurgen smirked "Many men pay hundreds of pounds to enjoy sex with me". Clay's mouth fell open "Are you an escort then?" "Yes, I am quite a well known international escort and master of a stable" he said casually. Clay looked at him "Sorry, master of a stable?". Jurgen laughed "I have slaves for sex some pay and those devoted don't pay". Clay shook his head "I am not really up on all the stranger things in sex". Jurgen glanced over at Clay "You have a boyfriend?". "No, not yet, I do want to find one but most of them fuck and then leave" he replied lowering his head. The car pulled up outside the house "Thank you for the lift home Jurgen" Clay said as he opened the car door. "Are you not going to invite me in for coffee, it is still only 8pm?" Jurgen asked looking at Clay. "Oh err" he paused unsure if this was wise but in a slip of the moment "Okay" he said "But just coffee". Jurgen sat at the kitchen table whilst Clay put on some coffee to brew, they talked about Jurgen's travels and the places he had seen. Clay stood by the coffee machine and looked at Jurgen. "Why do you call Kit Kitty?" Clay asked not knowing what to expect for an answer. Jurgen laughed "He is my pussy when I need to release some tension and breed him". Clay looked on curiously "Breed him, doesn't that mean without a condom?". "Yes, condoms are no good when you want to have real sex, you need to feel everything" Jurgen replied as he stood up. Clay laughed but didn't then without thinking he spoke "So did you give Kit HIV?". Jurgen smirked at Clay "Oh yes the night I fucked him relentlessly for hours". Clay watched as Jurgen took off his leather jacket and saw the veiny arms, he was skinny but he was also packing a defined toned body and sporting tattoos on his upper arm that he couldn't quite make out. Clay felt embarrassed as he realised his cock was hardening and this didn't go unnoticed by Jurgen. "You are very naive about a lot of things aren't you?" Jurgen asked catching Clay off guard. Clay looked as Jurgen stroked his moustache "Well I suppose I am, but I am in no hurry to explore". Jurgen smiled "So have you ever made love with another man?". Clay looked curiously at him "I have kissed and fucked with a few men". Jurgen shook his head "No, have you ever made love, proper love with several hours of intimacy together?". "Well no, I thought it was just fuck, kiss and goodbye" Clay replied retrieving the cups from the cupboard. Jurgen shook his head again "When you make love you will know, you get lost in each other". "Lost in each other?" Clay replied and noticed that Jurgen was walking towards him. "You become very intimate and erotic whilst enjoying such an amazing experience" he replied touching Clay's arm. Clay caught his breath "Do you have milk and sugar in your coffee?". Jurgen put his arm around Clay "No milk and no sugar, I like it hot and strong". Clay stopped what he was doing in case he spilt the coffee, the arm around his chest stroked him lightly through the flimsy shirt whilst his cock stiffened in to full erection from the sensation he was feeling. Jurgen was slowly but carefully teasing and seducing Clay without him realising. Everyone Jurgen had sex with was around his age or slightly younger and he knew he wanted to taste this virile young lad and let him host his strain of the virus. Clay laughed "I would have to find someone and see for myself" bringing the subject back on course. Jurgen kissed his neck "If you was older I would help and teach you how to become a great lover". Clay smiled as a desire to have Jurgen make love to him took over "So am I to young to teach?". Jurgen turned Clay around to face him "No, but then I am probably to old for you, what are you 20?". Clay laughed "No I am 22, so how do I know you are as good as you say you are?". Jurgen laughed "Get older and maybe I will make love to you all night". "I don't have that many condoms" Clay chuckled. Jurgen smiled "You don't need condoms when making love Clay, love making should be done naturally". Clay was nibbling at the bait "I see how that makes sense" he replied completely ignoring the risk associated. Clay turned and poured the coffee handing the cup to Jurgen who took it and sat back down at the table. Conversation returned to general chit chat but Clay didn't think for one minute that he was hooked dangling like a fish. He carried the empty cups over to the kitchen sink, Jurgen stood and Clay heard him say that maybe they would meet again and have a drink sometime, as much as he was now craving the idea and experience of being made love to the risk was just to great but something inside was overriding the risk. Clay wasn't sure if he should shake hands or give him a hug so he held out his hand which Jurgen looked at for a moment. He approached Clay and pulled him in to a hug. Clay could not contain his cock as it went rigid at this man's touch, he could feel the bristle of the moustache against his neck as Jurgen kissed him tenderly and worked his way around Clay's chin. Jurgen held Clay in his arms, his face only inches away from Jurgen's, he could tell he was talking but he didn't hear a word. Clay was totally captivated by him and was secretly urging Jurgen to kiss him with abandonment. Clay inched his face closer, Jurgen looked Clay deep in the eyes and moved his mouth towards Clay's. It was a quick kiss on the lips that flashed through Clay's body like electricity, every nerve ending was heightened and the tingling ran had to toe, before he had time to think his mouth was open and Jurgen closed in quickly. He snapped his eyes open wide as his mouth was invaded by Jurgen's tongue, he tried to push and protest instinctively but before long his hand rested on Jurgen's shoulders as they kissed quietly. They kissed passionately for 5 minutes before Jurgen released his lips from Clay's, he said nothing but looked Clay in the eye keeping him close in a tight lovers embrace. "Can you, ahhm, will you, oh, do you" Clay couldn't get his words out. Jurgen smiled "Do you want to make love with me Clay?" he asked before kissing him on the mouth again. Clay could not protect himself any more and looked pleadingly at him "Yes I do Jurgen". Jurgen kissed him again "Shall we go somewhere more comfortable?". Clay nodded and lead the way to the bedroom in silence holding hands as Jurgen closed the door. Clay felt Jurgens arms wrap around him from behind and he started kissing Clay's neck whilst he crotch rubbed up against his arse, Jurgen caressed Clay's body and began removing his clothes. Before long they both stood naked and Clay could see the words 'Obey and Serve' tattooed on his inside thigh, above his left buttock he sported a tattoo of a bull with horns. Clay felt the pressure on his shoulders as he was pushed down to his knees until he was face to face with Jurgen's eight inch thick cock that was drooling precum. He moved his head closer and placed his lips around the cock head and gently sucked getting a mouth full of toxic precum as he did so, he cupped the heavy set of balls hanging between Jurgen's legs. From a distance he heard the words 'they are fully loaded', Jurgen had not ejaculated for a week and had a nice quantity of virus laden seed to sow and Clay was going to get it all. Clay's head was a mix of emotions and doubt, he stopped sucking and stood up instantly in the arms of Jurgen. Any doubt he had was gone the minute Jurgen clamped his mouth on Clay's and they began kissing with more passion. In the bedroom only the bedside table spot light was on casting a variety of shadows on the wall, Jurgen and Clay were locked together kissing, Clay felt his body being pushed back towards the bed. He knelt on the bed and began to shuffle back as Jurgen kept moving forward. Their kiss never broke as he felt himself being lowered on to the bed, his head on the pillow and his mouth attached to Jurgen's. Clay felt Jurgen's left leg push his own one apart as he laid on top in between Clay's legs. A natural instinct caused him to lift his legs over Jurgen's and his arms wrapped around the shoulders of the man laying on top kissing him, he was drunk on lust and lost in a world of passion that he had never before experienced. He no longer saw an older man, just a passionate love maker as Jurgen kissed Clay deeper and deeper. Sometime had passed and now he could feel Jurgen's legs pushing at his own causing them to lift up. Slowly Jurgen pulled his knees up and locked them either side of Clay's arse, Jurgen groaned in pleasure, he now had Clay in the perfect position to be bred. Raising his hips he allowed his cock to trace down the crack of Clay's arse depositing a slimy trail of precum in its's wake, Clay moaned and arched his back at the sensation. Jurgen positioned the head of his cock tight against Clay's hole, he proceeded to slowly wriggle his hips coating the hole with precum, every wriggle he pushed a little harder until the head of his cock popped through in to Clay's arse. Clay gripped Jurgen's shoulder and cried at the sudden rush of pain coursing though his arse and back, Jurgen began to kiss Clay's neck holding his position perfectly still for a moment before he gently applied more pressure, again Clay's back arched and he yelped a little louder in pain as another two inches of his lover's cock penetrated in to his body. His hole was being stretched apart, this was by far the biggest cock he had ever tried to take. Jurgen continued wriggling his hips with slow and small undulations until Clay relaxed. Jurgen kissed him deeply and glided his cock home, several times he saw Clay's eyes close and wince with pain but he was not about to let this one get away. Clay felt the coarseness of pubes tickling his arse until they were rubbing up against his now extended hole. Jurgen broke the kiss and looked him the eye stroking the side of his head as he began small gentle but rhythmic undulations of his hips pushing his cock deep in to Clay's arse, he was moaning loudly and gasping every time Jurgen bottomed out in him. Clay had never felt anything so wonderful yet painful on some level, he was relaxing the more Jurgen kissed as caressed him. Jurgen pushed his hips down hard and Clay cried in pain from the deep penetration of Jurgen's cock, a tear welled up in the corner of one eye, Clay clasped his hands around the neck of Jurgen looking him in the eye 'oh my god that's amazing'. Jurgen loomed closer and tenderly kissed him on the mouth, steadily his hips kept up a deep rhythm that drove the pleasure he felt beyond this world, his hands caressing Jurgen's back and his toes curled at the intensity and passion of a real man making love to him. Jurgen was in no rush to breed this young lad, he controlled the desire to shoot several times, his cock was constantly balls deep. An hour passed like five minutes to Clay and Jurgen seemed to want to go on for ages, his arse was beginning to ache from the continuous fucking. He felt Jurgen tighten his arm around the back of his neck as the rhythm increased in pace and intensity, Jurgen making deep low groans, his balls were beginning to tighten and he knew it was time to take this boy on a new journey. Jurgen raised his head and looked Clay in the eye smiling, Clay was struggling to cope with the hardness and speed of the fucking, he looked worryingly up at Jurgen who leaned in and gave him a comforting kiss. Panic came over Clay as he tried to push Jurgen off but he was rewarded with more passionate kisses with Jurgen telling him how good a lover he was making. Clay looked up in to Jurgen's eyes he was a good lover he thought to himself and strangely he became quiet and allowed Jurgen to continue, he pulled Jurgens head next to his and clasped on to him for dear life, he could do nothing but squeeze the word 'yes' out of him. His eyes opened wide as he felt Jurgen ram his hips down locking his cock deeper inside he grunted loudly and his body shuddered. Jurgen felt the abrupt rush of his pent up toxic seed, racing through his cock like twin rivers, turning with an acidic twist and a burning desire to breed but not slowing down. He grabbed hold of Clay's back, instinctually afraid he might leave him at the most crucial point. He could sense his pleasure passing through him almost unnoticed by Clay as he fixed his entire concentration on getting the job done. Clay moaned and his back arched supported by Jurgen's hand, he felt the blurry warmth of the climax and his legs wrapped around Jurgen holding him close against his own body. His eyes caught the dark shadows casted on the wall, their bodies entwinned and the unmistakable rapid up and down movement of Jurgen's arse as he pumped his potent seed in to Clay. He gasped at the shadow realising what he had done, his head awash with regret at what he had just done, he saw the shadow of Jurgen's arse grinding against his own. Clay had no time to gather his thoughts as Jurgen's mouth was locked on to his in an instance as they kissed with a new passion for each other. Jurgen's cock stayed hard and deep inside Clay, his hips gently ground against the freshly bred boy hole nursing the seed deeper in to Clay. For several hours the scenario was repeated until Jurgen rolled on his side after shooting his fifth load, Clay's legs were wrapped around Jurgen's waist and his cock was still buried deep up to his balls inside Clay, they kissed until they both fell asleep. Clay stirred as the sunlight hit his face, Jurgen tightened his arms around Clay and kissed him as he rolled him on to his back, the first thrust caused Clay to cry through the silence in the room, he pushed hard against Jurgen 'stop it fucking hurts' Jurgen pushed Clay's arms over his head and held them there. He prised Clay's mouth open slipping his tongue in and kissing him deeply, he stopped and looked Clay in the eye 'I own you and your arse' with that he rammed in several hard thrusts causing Clay to whimper and cry out. Jurgen's gaze was focused on Clay's eyes, his face only inches away, Clay looked back deep in to the eyes as if he could see Jurgen's soul, before he realised it he had lifted his head to kiss Jurgen grimacing through the painful love making until he felt the familiar warmth of Jurgen's climax firing in to this arse. For the first time in eight hours Jurgen finally pulled his cock out, Clay rolled on his side as the pain was unbearable. Jurgen sat on the side of the bed and began to get dressed, the pain in Clay's arse burning like the fires of hell. "I will let myself out" he said looking at Clay "By the way what we did last night was amazing". Clay didn't really know what to say "What do I do now?" Jurgen looked at him and smiled "Look forward to the next time, you are now my number one". "What do you mean?" Clay asked him. Jurgen smiled "I told you, I own your arse, your at my beck and call now". Clay laid there on the bed looking up at the ceiling, Jurgen leaned over and kissed him before telling him that he will come over next Friday to make love to him again. Clay just nodded and watched as he left, he fell asleep on his back and all he could see in his dreams was the shadow against the wall and the image of the arse pumping up and down that was breeding him. When he did wake later that afternoon the white sheet under his arse was stained red from the thick wads of cum that had seeped out and pooled there, Clay laid back on the bed and stroked his cock gently, he could only see Jurgen's face and the feeling of his cock inside him, his back arched up as he shot his seed over his chest and up along his face. His own seed causing more mess that Jurgen's, as he fingered his arse he looked at it coated with a pink thick strand, his seed stuck like glue to Clay's insides working it's magic, it would take the rest of the day until it stopped seeping out. His phone started ringing, he picked it up and glanced at the screen to see Kit was calling him, he muted it and set it down on the bedside table and fell asleep.

Those of us who are POZ are often asked if we know who converted us. Having been a barebacking SLUT since I had my first man, it could be any one of hundreds, if not thousands. One guy in particular, does seem to be the most likely candidate and the scene I'm about to relate should tell you why. Back in the Spring of '92, Key West had a reputation of being Gay Disney, and I planned a vacation there to see for myself. While exploring the island, I learned of a Leather Party being held that night. After dinner, I returned to the guesthouse where I was staying and changed into proper attire....a biker cap, harness with spikes on the chest straps, fringed chaps over a plain beige jockstrap and a leather fannypack to hold my essentials. One of the staff suggested I take a cab and he had one there in a few minutes. At the door, I paid a $10.00 entry fee and went inside. Next to the bar, there was a sign saying that this event was an AIDS benefit and there would be a "Leather Contest" with a prize being awarded by a photographer from Drummer magazine, with his picture posted. Below that was a pad for those who wanted to enter the contest. I've never been the "Drummer" type, though at the time I was trim and toned, but I decided against entering the contest. I grabbed a beer and scoped out the place. Most of the men were clad in bar vests. Some wore leather shorts and only 2 others wore chaps over 501s. From behind, I felt a hand on my ass. "That is one HOT ass!" a voice, raspy and maculine said directly in my ear. "Do you like to get fucked?" "Long, hard and often!" I replied. Turning around, I instantly recognized the man as the Drummer photographer. In the dimly lit space, what I could make out was a rather skinny guy, bar vest over a bare, hairy chest, 501 cutoffs, short black hair, full beard n stache, all in all, my kinda guy. "I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but given your job, I wouldn't think I'm the type you'd go for." "Feel this and tell me you're not the type I go for!" He grabbed my right hand and shoved it down the front of his cutoffs. What I felt was the proverbial beercan thick cock, throbbing and leaking precum. "This is what will be fucking you...long, hard and often, but only if you agree to my terms. You're free to suck off as many men as you want tonight, but I will be the only one to fuck that ass. Agreed?" "Most definitely!" I said, squeezing his cock for emphasis. So thick it was, I couldn't get my whole hand around it. Gathering his precum on my thumb, I withdrew my hand and brought it to my mouth, making a show of licking it off. "Drummer is just my job and I make it a habit never to mix business with pleasure," He said. "Aside from the fact that I'm not attracted to that type of guy, most of them are too into themselves. I like to fuck ass, and while I haven't gone without during my stay here, none of the asses I've fucked were as hot as yours!" Once more, his hand was on my ass, this time, a finger parted my buttcheeks and explored my hole. Removing his finger, he brought it to his lips and licked it. "Man, if your ass fucks as good as it feels and tastes, I'll be spending alot of time in it tonight. Go circulate, but remember, tonight your ass belongs to me! When you hear the announcement that the contest is about to start, find your way over to me. Once my contest duties are done, I'll make my excuses and then we'll head to my place, after I make sure no other cock has been in your ass! Understood?" "Understood!" I replied, my hole twitching in anticipation. I circulated, not because he told me, but because being a SLUT, it's what I do naturally. Making my way around the room, I was propostioned by quite a few men. With my bare ass showing, they all wanted to fuck me, but I let them know that my ass was spoken for. I decided to check out the back patio, and as luck would have it, I saw some action there. One guy was on his knees, getting skullfucked. A skinny twink had his pants around his ankles, while a musclebound guy was plowing his ass. "Such a waste!" I said to myself, noticing the condom on the muscleguy's cock. "Hey there, sweet cheeks!" This tall and toned, furry redhead said, rubbing a hand over my butt. "Your ass looks good enough to eat, but I want more than that, and the way you're dressed, I think you do too! Interested?" He undid the top few buttons on his 501's and out flopped a soft uncut cock and a huge pair of bullballs. "Someone else has plans for my ass tonight, and he specifically told me not to let anyone fuck me." I replied, my mouth watering. "Believe me, if you let me suck your cock, you won't be settling. I want your cock in my mouth and your cum in my belly!" "Mmmmm! Now, that's a tempting alternative!" He said, tapping the yellow armband on my right bicep. "If you drink from the tap and do a good enough job draining my bladder, I'll get an idea of your cocksucking skills. Are you thirsty?" "This should answer your question!" I said, dropping to my knees. "No need for you to skin back. I can handle a heavy stream and it'll also add some extra flavor when I suck you off!" "Drink it!" He said, grabbing me by my ears and placing my mouth over his shrouded cockhead. Almost immdeiately, the piss began to flow and I was gulping it eagerly and noisily. It was warm, bitter with a definite taste of beer. With my right hand, I tugged on his balls and with my left hand, I massaged his bladder. "Oooooh, you know what you're doing!" He moaned. "Pissing never felt so good. Nearly done!" He announced as I felt his stream diminish to a trickle. Digging my tongue under his foreskin, I relished the extra flavor I'd mentioned earlier. Less than a minute later, his cock way fully hard and to my delight, he still had full coverage. "Suck my cock!" He said, forcing my head all the way down. I gave him my deepthroating best, continuing to tug his nuts as he fucked my face. Maybe five minutes later, the telltale swelling and pulsing signaled he was at the brink. "Uuuuuugh!" He grunted, as thick ropes of creamy, salty cum filled my mouth. I savored it on my tongue before gulping it down. Reluctantly, he withdrew his cock from my mouth and helped me stand back up. "Thanks!" I said. "You have a great cock and it gives hot piss and yummy cum! I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did!" "Enjoy would be an understatement!" He exclaimed. "I'll never be able to piss again without wishing your mouth was on my cock. When you said I wouldn't be settling if I let you suck me off, I had my doubts, but you're a man of your word. Honestly, you're in my top ten for blowjobs! Any chance I can fuck you some other time? I'll be here a few more days." "More than a chance!" I said with a wink. "I definitely want to feel your cock plowing my ass! You can also count on me to drink your piss again, too! Look for me around town, since I never know where I'll be." From a few feet away a voice asked, "Can I get me some of that? Unless you got something against black guys." He was about 6', shaved head, goatee n stache, wearing sweatpants that were partially down, revealing a throbbing 7" cock, dripping precum and lowhanging balls. Always the smartass, I said, "I got 2 things against black guys. My nose against a black guys bush and my chin against a black guy's nutsac. Bring yourself over here and I'll give you some of that!" He was with us in 2 seconds. "I came out here to get a buzz on, and when I saw the 2 of you going at it, I forgot all about getting high, whipped out my dick and started jacking. Was real close to shooting when you guys finished, so I figured I had nothing to lose by asking." "Let me take care of that!" I said, dropping to my knees again. Up close, I saw the shaft of his cock was thickly veined, and his bush was glistening with sweat, 2 things that can inspire the cocksucker in me. "You're in for a real treat." My redhead friend said. "I can't remember when I had such a fantastic blowjob! He knows how to use his mouth and tongue on a cock. Fuck his face and if you don't agree with me, I'll buy you a drink!" My ears were grabbed as his cock thrust into my open mouth. Pistoning in and out, he found a rhythm that worked for both of us. A few times, he was all the way in, and the smell of sweat on his musky pubes was even better than poppers. "Fuckin hot!" He moaned. Apparently, he was telling the truth about being real close to shooting. In midstroke, his cock erupted like a volcano, spewing cum into my mouth. When his balls were drained, he pulled out and helped me to my feet. Instantly, his mouth was on mine and his tongue was headed for my tonsils. Either the 2 loads of cum washed down the piss I'd been fed, or this guy didn't care. "You kiss as good as you suck dick!" he said, breaking the kiss. His hand reached around my back and he stuck a finger in my hole. "Damn, you got a nice ass. What are my chances of getting in there? No need to buy me that drink, but if you guys want to get a buzz, I have some potent weed and this joint should make the 3 of us feel real nice!" "Someone else has dibs on my ass tonight, but if you guys will be in town over the next week, I definitely want to get fucked. Actually, if you guys are up for it, we can make it a 3some, but it's gotta be bareback. I've NEVER had a condom on or in me and I don't intend to start. Fire up that joint." Lighting the joint, my new friend said, "I'm cool with the 3some and bareback. Unless it's bareback, it ain't real fucking! How about you, man?" He asked the redhead as he took a hit off the joint and passed it to me. "Count me in on that bareback 3some," the otter said. "I have plans for tomorrow night that I can't cancel, so if it's good for you 2 guys, let's meet up at The 801 on the following night at 8 o'clock and if we still wanna do this, we can take it from there."

As a top, I think of the hole I'm breeding as a cunt. And cunt is the word I use while fucking ["You want my fuck seed in your cunt, boy?"] ... Some bottoms are upset by this. Why? BTW, I hate the word "pussy" - pussy is the word a toddler uses to describe a cat

After a few years into my relationship, i started looking on gay websites (good old gaydar). I got a huge rush from doing what I wasn't supposed to be doing. No harm done though, after all, looking is not cheating. I did feel guilty to start with, but it slowly were off and I found myself doing it more frequently. Chatting to guys was a huge turn on, arranging to meet was very exciting. Most guys were quite happy arranging that vague meeting...later...that neither of us would ever check back with each other and so it would never happen. But eventually, I would come across genuine guys that were up for it for real. I always felt guilty having to make an excuse as I did not really have the courage to meet. Sometimes, I told the truth, specially if the guy was really nice. Other times, it was easier to ghost (Yes I have done that), or find some silly excuse. Over time, I started to need more than just chatting. The thrill was in arranging a meeting. I m not proud of this, but I arranged three meetings I didn't turn up to, I just watched the guy from a safe distance (terrible, I know). Things started to change after an occasional encounter. I went on holiday with my partner to Sitges. We were both sunbathing on the gay part of the beach (not the nudist beach). I was 28 back then, my partner was 32. We had been together for 5 years. Sex was starting to slow down between us. I spotted this guy lying a few meters from us. He was reading a book written in French on the cover. He was in his upper forties. Light brown hair. He had a good body, not muscly, but lightly defined. I guess he caught me looking, he smiled. I smiled too. My smile encouraged him to put his hand on his cock. He was wearing read swimming shorts. They were short and not very tight. I kept on smiling, and licking my lips at that stage. He run his fingers across his now hard cock to show me he was hard. My partner was lying next to me, facing the other way. The guy motioned trying to ask if he could come and lie next to me. I signalled No!! With my fingers. I also pointed to the guy next to me and to the ring on my finger. He laughed and put his tongue out. He pointed to his ringless finger. And pulled faces suggesting I was naughty. He then took his hand to the inside of his legs and let his hard cock peek through the side. He used his book to make sure the show was just for me. His cock was nice, about 7 inches and uncut. I was hard and dripping pre cum in my Speedos. I felt as if my body was on fire. I was literally burning in desire, lust. He started to signal that we should go somewhere. It was my first time in sitges and I had no clue of where to go. I was also scared he didn't understand my situation and would give it away. My partner turned to me to sunbathe another side. He covered his cock and looked cool. We could no longer flirt or try to communicate with that set up. He moved, so he would escape my partner line of sight. I switched sides with my partner to be able to see him. He signalled that he was going to walk and I should follow. I was so horny by then, I said ok. He stood up and started walking towards the restaurant at the beach front. I said to my partner that I needed the toilet and would be back in a bit. I followed him to the restaurant, when we were away from my partner's line of sight he came to talk to me. I panicked and didn't talk, just asked him to follow me. I rushed towards the men's toilet but before getting there I saw the disabled toilet and went in. He followed me there and locked the door. My heart was racing, I was so worried my partner would find out. I said a weird hello, he said something in French and reached for my cock. I reached for his and he pulled his shorts and my Speedos down. His cock felt hard and hot in my hand. I said I didn't have much time. He said 'taste' and pointed to his cock. I went for it... it tasted salty but nice. He got me up, I said I needed to go. Even tho I was so horny, I was truly scared. It was irrational, but I was worried my partner would be outside the bathroom door (He was not). He turned me to the wall and got close behind me. I knew where this was going but I was sure it would not, it could not happen. There was no time. Yet, I didn't try to get out of his way. I bent forward and pulled my cheeks apart with my hands (profile pic is me by the way). My saliva got his cock to slip through my cheeks getting his cock head close to my ass. His foreskin rolled back allowing him to go further. When his cock head pushed up against my ass lips I let go of my cheeks and started wanking. It felt great, but I came very quickly then froze and I tightened my ass lips denying him entry. He was trying hard... but so was I. This game only lasted about a minute, but I can safely say I truly enjoyed every second of it. I think I only managed to hold him off because he had no lube and my ten seconds suck didn't get him wet enough. After he reached my ass lips, we were pretty much dry humping. That was, until he came, right in between my ass cheeks... right up against my ass lips. I honestly cannot get over the feeling. This experience has deeply influenced my sex life. I thought we were done when he started to sound like he was going to cum. It was nice having his hard cock teasing my ass, trying to get in. I was ready to go. He was pushing really hard up against my ass when I felt the first squirt - It was warm. He pulled back slightly and squirted again. That felt slimey pulling back, the warm squirt felt good. He pushed his cock against my ass. How easy his cock slid between my cheeks caught me off guard. It took a lot of clenching to keep him out, I felt I had to defend his slippery assaults. I mostly did! In no time his cum was running down my legs. I quickly dried my legs. I asked him to hide behind the door and I left. He left the toilet a few minutes later. I led next to my partner. He led a few metres away from us. That was the first time I went further than chatting. I am thinking of posting other adventures. Let me know what you guys think... also feel free to share your own cheating experiences.

Looking to meet/chat to fellow filthy pigs! White only. Women are my only limit.

I know I havent updated much this week but right now I am on the set of the Pig Week porn shoot watching Milan Gemani fuck Joe Galt (there is a beautiful third guy also whose name I dont know). I figured that was worth a check in. Also worth mentioning, I got to do my scene with the other amateur guys.

Definitely a CUNT. I hate when a top calls my ass pussy... I don't complain as long as they breed me, but sometimes they ask me to say it "breed my pussy" and I always say breed my fucking ass like a man!" I have a cunt and I expect tops to use it as it deserves.

@Breedthisslut Thanks for sharing your story. My doctor said she thinks I have been infected with the syph for a long time and that I am most likely in the "latent late stage". She said my titer is 1:4 which means I've probably been through the initial and secondary stages without even realising it but that now the bacteria is laying dormant and is not active (hence why I have no symptoms). She offered me the choice of a penicillin injection (in my ass) which she admitted most people find rather unpleasant/slightly painful, and a course of antibiotics (Doxycyclin) ....I opted for the latter. I have to take one tablets twice a day for the next four weeks! As for the gono, I was treated in the clinic (I had to swallow four tablets and get an injection in my ass which wasn;t too unbearable). I love barebacking, but this whole experience has made me wonder if it's worth it anymore. I'm scheduled for to start PrEP in February 2019 (they couldn't find an available impact trial slot for me until then!)

Traded hand jobs and docked cock with an English guy in Manchester down by the river. Traded hand jobs and head at the urinals many times. Fucked a tweaker in the back room of a store I worked at. In fact fucked him twice in one afternoon. Got a quick hand job somewhere on the interstate in Mississippi.

When I was neg and getting fucked by POZ guys and my eventual no meds HVL POZZER, most of them called my hole a cunt. I was OK with that and even turned on because to them me and my hole was just a neg fuck thing for them to fuck, unload in and knock up. It was a power trip for them, and a degrading mind fuck for me that reduced me into a total cock taking cum dump and I loved it. Like other guys have said, when a power top is fucking me, He can call me and my hole anything He wants. But I usually just call it a hole or fuckhole.

Steamworks Chicago is awesome. Go to Cumunion on the Monday they have it each month. It's a total orgy the whole time.

A sweet hole and a talent for writing...MORE!

For me, fag/faggot is just as bad as the "n" word, which isn't in my vocabulary. If a guy doesn't respect me as a man, I don't want him!

Like @Cumfilledbottomboi, my hole opens to whatever it’s called. When I refer to it myself, my word of choice is cunt because it connotes a sexual function for the hole that is not as feminine (to my way of thinking) as pussy. A cunt is utilitarian. A cunt is something to be used, and used repeatedly. A cunt does not require delicate handling. Consider similar words - shunt, brunt, punt, blunt, stunt, grunt, hunt - all words with a decidedly masculine sense, bearing meanings that denote sudden, abrupt, decisive, rough action. Thus, I would submit that cunt is an appropriate word for a male fuckhole. It also pairs nicely in use with cock. When I’m at the bathhouse I hang a sign on the wall over me where I’m lying ass-up, with an arrow pointing down at me, that reads: CUNT FOR YOUR COCK. I have no argument at all with those who prefer to think of their man-holes as pussies, or with Tops who use the term - mine gets called that about half the time. In fact, one of the best compliments I’ve ever had was from an older black gentleman who finished fucking me (very expertly I might add - woof) and then said, “That is good pussy. Good pussy is hard to find.” But me... I’m a cunt for your cock. Whenever you’re ready. ?

I shot so many dirty loads to this. More please!!!

It’s been awhile since I’ve posted. I thought I would share this with you guys though. My usual tops are all out of town. With it getting colder each day it’s harder to cruise for dick too so I’ve had to rely on apps. I got a message from a blank profile. Asking what I’m into. I told him that I wanna get my hole fucked and I want a load shot up there. He said he only played safe which killed my boner a bit. But hey, a cock is a cock. He told me what hotel he was at and what room to go to so I did. He wasn’t generally someone I would go for. He was a really hair bear and I usually don’t go for them. Anyway, we chat a bit. And then get to kissing. I feel his hard cock through his sweats. It’s a decent size. I drop to my knees and get to sucking him. He reaches down with a lubed finger and traces and teases my hole. He pulls me up and I’m sitting in his lap with his cock head poking at my hole. He’s rubbing his head against my hole, up and down. Driving me insane. He reaches for what I think is a condom but to my surprise it’s just a bottle of lube. He lubes yo his baby maker and before he even mentions a condom his head is plopped in my hole. “You said you wanted a load right?” He says. “Yes.” I respond. He fucks me long and hard. Trying not to cum too quick, he pulls out often. He has me in doggy style on the hotel bed. My back is arched, my chest is to the bed, and my legs are spread apart so he can see my pussy. He fucks me hard and I can feel his pace picking up. He tightens his hold on my hips and grunts and moans real loud. This “safe only” too just gave me a huge fucking load of cum. He pulls out and I’m filled so much from his laid that a few globs spill out. He washes his dick off and I’m out of there. Of course I can’t just take one load. I’m back on Grindr as soon as I make it to my car. A guy from a few towns away is near and we’ve played before. I send him a message and he responds that he wants some hole. I meet him in a busy parking lot and we hop in the backseat of his 4Runner I tell him that my pussy was just used and he says he wants to use it some more. No small talk, no foreplay. I climb onto his 9 inches and start to bounce up and down. Doesn’t last long. He says my cumdump pussy feels nice and wet and he shoots his load in me. I put on my sweats and leave. Still horny. I make an attempt to hit up another “safe only.” Top. (He’s married to a woman so it’s vital that he wears a condom lol.) he takes the bait and I go over. He immediately starts feeling my hole. He asks why I’m so wet so tell him. This dirty fucker instantly gets hard as steel. Every time I go over we fuck in the guest room. He brought me straight to his room and put me on the bed he shares with his wife. He plops his day cock into my cum filled hole and fucks me hard and deep. His hitting every wall imaginable. I’ve never had a fuck like this from him. I feel his strokes become faster and this where he usually pulls out and takes off the condom to jack off in my mouth but this time he keeps put. “ I’m giving you my load.” He says right before he does just that. He stays hard and fucks another one into me. He’s got me gaped at this point and my pussy is leaking stranger seed. All over his bed. He fucks yet another load into me and this time my untouched dick cums right after. I leave his house happy nd full of cum. He later sends me a picture of his sheets and the cum from ass still there. He tells me he’s not washing them either.

Went to my local ABS on Sunday. Short white guy, obviously a backpacking tourist in sorts. He spots me and I follow to the next booth. I love short guys, one of the only times I breed are with short guys. He places a finger and I stick my dick though. He’s good and slicking it up. I thought I would get some ass but he just sucks.. which is nice but not what I’m looking for. I show my ass as it is pulled down between my shorts and bend with it out in a “come fuck squat.” Showing him what I’m looking for and offering. I place my hole against the GH and he starts licking. And it feels amazing. He’s good. Very skillfully he moves my hole, spreading it, and licking it into position. I’m pulling my ass checks apart to have my hole open for him and he’s eating my ass lips and sucking on the hole, making sure it is pulled out. He stands and rub his dick head on my raw slick hole. It’s wet with precum oozing. He feeds my hole a little at a time, pushing in and out, opening it up. I huff poppers and try to fully open up and he plunges in 7 inches of raw meat with a nice large mushroom head. He fucks until the ass juices dry up and I go down for some ass to mouth to take another ride. Through the hole I say,”fucken breed my pussy raw.” He goes for it and starts really ripping it up, starts coming in me and pauses with his still hard as fuck white cock just laying up in me. He pulls out and cum just drip out in buckets. Fuck that was a lot of cum. He pulls his shorts up and leave. Cum is dripping everywhere, on the glory hole, down my legs and thighs. My underwear is pulled up and feels wet. There was so much cum ever where. Perfect fuck Sunday.

Yep... the butterflies in the stomach when the door opens and when the belt drops on the hardwood floor is so exciting. The dirt mounting and feeling the top of their hard cock pushing g in; waiting to see if there is a little pain or pleasure as it slides inside. The feeling is addictive!

The Stables (Part 3) has been finished by me. Do you like it? Then show it...

Part 3 So, two days later, late in the afternoon, my doorbell rang. I opened the door to find DeWayne standing there with my casserole dish. "Just returning it, Dave. Thanks so much. I got 2 wonderful meals out of it. I really do appreciate it", DeWayne said. "No problem. Glad you enjoyed it", I replied. "Come on in", I said as I open the door widely. "I don't have much time. Carol will be home shortly. But, I would like to come in for........ he pauses, looking for the right words....... I wouldn't mind a .........a........ a quick blow job". he said with a grin as he walked into my living room. Without saying a word I walked into my bedroom and DeWayne followed. I have an overstuffed chair in the bedroom. I pushed the ottoman out of the way with my foot and told DeWayne to have a seat. I grabbed my poppers from the bedside table and turned to see DeWayne pulling his shorts off and kicking his flip flops off. He sat down on the chair, just wearing his wife beater tee shirt. His cock was flaccid, Hanging down over his large, swollen balls. I dropped to my knees and took his soft cock into my mouth. It didn't take long for his cock to begin to swell, harden and grow to it's full 9"s. I decided to take my time and really enjoy what little time I had to worship his bbc. And worship it, I did. I licked up and down the underside of his shaft. Licked and sucked on each of his balls. Then I lifted his legs and licked his beautiful black hole. When I went back to his cock, I could taste a few drops of his sweet precum as it oozed from his piss slit. I sucked him for about 10 minutes, then DeWayne said, "Show me your white pussy, boy. Show me that tight cunt of yours." I got up, pushed the ottoman back in front of the chair and removed my shorts. I knelt on the ottoman and put my ass up. He spread my ass and rubbed his thumb on my hole. I sniffed the poppers as he massaged my cunt. He spit on my hole and his thumb went up inside me a bit. Then he stood and slapped his hard black dick on my hole. "Fuck, you got a nice pussy, Dave. Wish I had time to fuck it.", he said as he repeatedly slapped my ass with his cock. Then he spit again on my hole and stabbed my hole with his cock. Just the head of his bbc went inside me, then he quickly pulled it out again. He spit a few more times and repeatedly stabbed my hole. Just going in an inch or so. Now he was alternating with slapping my ass, plunging it into me and jacking off. "Fuck, I'm so horny. I need to cum", he groans as he continues to tease my hole. Now he's stroking fast and furiously as his cockhead rubs against my hole. I can hear his breathing getting fast. "Ahhh....... I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna shoot this fucker. Where you want this load? It's coming..........!" he yelled out. "Shoot it on my hole. Cum on my ass. Cum on my hole", I plead. I spread my asscheeks as his cock is furiously being slapped against my hole as he strokes it. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh..........FUCK!", he yells out as I feel his hot cum hit my ass cheeks and my hole. "Yeah! Yeah! Put it in. Put your cock and cum in me!" as I spread my ass open as far as I can. DeWayne slides a few inches into me as I feel his cock throb as his cum continues to flow into my cunt. After just a few moments of emptying his nuts into me, he quickly pulls out and wipes his cock on my ass. "Fuck! Thanks! I needed to get off before Carol gets home. I need her pussy. But, I know she's not going to be in the mood for it tonight. Thanks", he says as he stands and grabs his shorts and flip flops. He quickly dresses as I do the same. We head for the door together as he squeezes my shoulder and smiles. Nothing more was said as he opened the door and headed out towards his house across the street. Damn! I like his wife Carol. But, I sure can't wait for her to go away again.

Absolutely love the scenario of being ready, waiting, mounted, fucked and bred without seeing him. Oink!

When I was a lad, I tried pumping my dick to gain length and girth, but I fell out of interest after a few months because of how cheap the pump was. I similarly experimented with Sounding. I got obsessed with leather cock rings. In recent years, I've gotten obsessed with metal cock rings. I rarely take mine off now. Now, especially after learning about my Toxic fuck Meat, those old curiosities are back. I want to get a Jacob's ladder but I also want to pump my cick ans wear my metal C-Rings. Anyone got experience with these things? I'd love to share and learn. How about it Bros? Here's a pic of my cock

Men's rooms and wooded areas all over NYC. I miss the subways in NYC. the ones that are left are just not the same and I miss 5he deserted platforms and Subway tunnels. But the most Piblic was the 3 train late at night and before rush hour. Also love fuckin in project stairwells and on rooftops or elevators

The Restroom A delicate flower. Exquisite. Innocent. Ripe. He is looking at me, a gentle boy, soft as goose down, naïve. He shivers a little, eyes wide, deep, dark. I brush his black unkempt hair from his forehead. “Monsieur,” he whispers, a voice like honey. “Yes, boy,” I reply. He doesn’t understand my English. I touch my finger to his lips. He kisses it. Little playful kisses, a game. He grins, a beautiful smile, joyful. He giggles. “Monsieur,” he repeats, and I melt. I kiss his hair. A hint of grease, a tinge of shampoo. Flowers, soap, exotic fruit. He is a smoker, I can tell from his scent. “You’ve never kissed a man, have you?” I tease. He doesn’t understand. I laugh. He laughs too. I lean forward, hold his chin and kiss him. A soft kiss. Mint, beer. His mouth is eager. He groans. Shivers. I hug him, his denim jacket damp. He feels warm, and I kiss his head again. Outside, on the motorway that leads to Paris, the traffic rumbles. Cars and trucks crossing the country, transit, movement. In the restroom it is cold, water drips, scents of piss and disinfectant. My hands are on his back. They travel down. I squeeze his ass. “Oh, goodness,” I mutter. He whimpers. I cup his crotch. He’s big, I can tell. And rock hard. “Show me,” I whisper. “Show me your cock. Take it out and show me.” My tone is flat, firm. He shakes his head, confused. There is Gypsy in him, a darkness. I unzip his fly. He is nervous now. He glances at the door. His anxiety excites me. I am a hunter, and he is my prey. He stands still. Obedient. Frozen. I inch my finger into his fly. It is warm, a little damp. He hisses. I pull on the elastic. His pubic hair is thick and wiry, warm to touch. “Show me,” I repeat. I nod reassuringly. He squirms, a grimace of a nervous smile. His eyes plead, burning with lust, tormented with shame. He squints, then with a final groan he pulls out his cock. I grin. I am lucky. His cock is beautiful. Hard, too hard. So hard it is purple and vascular, uncut, dripping pearls of precum. His cock scents the air, making my mouth water. “Good boy,” I say softly. The Room He came with me. Followed me like a lost puppy. We are in my room now, in my room by the side of the motorway, a bland room. It is private, the door locked, no-one can see, no-one can hear. This is the room where his life will change, the room where our destinies will merge. He trusts me, adores me. I am older than him, a father figure. I want him, and I want to own him, to make him mine. He is undressed now, down to his underpants. Vulnerable and shaking, his skin white, his body a little soft, like a cherub. He hugs himself nervously, his large teen cock tenting in his red briefs. He tries to hide it with both hands. “It’s OK,” I murmur. He shakes his head, and suddenly hugs me. Now it is my turn to gasp and tremble. I almost feel bad, I almost relent. I almost want to extinguish my anger. I toy with making him leave now, leave before I change his life. “It’s ok,” I repeat. I take off my shirt. I am muscular and strong, an older man who works out. He looks at me, he is hungry. I can see it in his eyes. “Tattoo,” he says. I guess the word is the same in French. He runs his fingers over my chest. “Scorpion,” he grins. I laugh. “Yes, a scorpion,” I say nodding. He makes a grimace of approval. “Good,” he says in thickly accented English. “Yes, good,” I say. “Maybe. But they bite.” He shakes his head, confused. My Cock, Harbinger “Look,” I tell him. I drop my trousers, I unhook my massive cock from my briefs. I am conscious I haven’t showered. Yet the thought of the boy’s virgin lips on my ripe cock head excites me. It will be part of his defilement, part of the fall. His eyes widen. My cock is so hard. I flex it, I want to impress him. “Your first taste of cock,” I say, more to myself. He is looking at me like a kitten. I press down on his shoulders, and he collapses to his knees, my cock pressed to his sweet nose. He breathes in, intoxicated, drunk on my scent. I motion for him to stick out his tongue. He shakes his head, his mouth slack. I rub my uncut cock head on his lips. He makes a low growl. A little trail of precum glistens like lip balm. I cry out in sweet joy as his mouth opens and he takes most of my cock. He splutters and gurgles. My toxic seed awakens in my balls. Soon, my beauties. Soon. The Bed He is lying face down on the hotel bed, an offering, a sacrificial lamb. My French, Gypsy boy. His ass is soft, plump, hairless, white. I caress it, it’s beautiful, warm. I encourage him to hold open his cheeks, exposing the prettiest hole, forcing him to co-operate in his own degradation. He is exposed, his most private place on view, his balls hanging. I lower myself to lick him, man tongue on teen-hole, a heavenly tang, a taste of heaven. He is groaning, arching, a young virgin bitch in heat. He gasps into the pillow. I dare to introduce my finger, marvelling at the warm, tight sensation. I need to be inside him. “I don’t want to hurt you,” I murmur, my cockhead pressed to his pink hole. Purple flesh on white skin. He is squirming, trying to reach behind him. I take his hand in mine. “Relax,” I hiss. I hold a bottle of poppers to his nose. “Breathe.” He cries out, but my cock slides inside without mercy, gripped by velvet. I cannot hide my cruelty, my mask falls. I laugh, mockery in my tone. He cannot tell, he is in a trance, the trance of an 18-year-old with a big cock up his ass for the first time. I force more poppers into his sweet nose. He is open now, loose and damp. Conception I am close, my cock raw, swollen and dangerous. I fuck so hard that the bed is creaking. He sweats and writhes, his boy’s face screwed up, contorted in sweet agony. He laughs and groans. “It’s time,” I hiss, I feel my cum swirling, an ache that delights. I cannot hold it. “Fuck!!!” I scream, my seed shooting out of me, deep inside him. Potent seed. Bad seed. He turns round to kiss me, the face of an angel, eyes sparkling with life and bliss. It is done. I pull out, and my seed drips out, milky and alive. I lean forward and lick the foam. It is done.

In my experience, you have nothing to be scared about and your reactions are very common- I was lucky enough to have helped a boy through what you are struggling with now. As a POZ-DADDY bear, I had the rare privilege of training a horny total bottom cub, Chuck- who could not get enough of SIR's hot, thick POZ-pumper and he begged SIR to poz him for 6 months online on the old gay.com. At the time SIR was on what they used to call a 'med holiday' which meant that as long as my t-cells stayed above 200. I was off them for 18 months! During that time SIR would meet him on Wednesday afternoons and I would fuck at least 2-3 loads into him. After about 4 months, he got the worst flu of his life- called me to do three things- bring him some soup and ginger ale and fuck him! A month after the fever broke- SIR took him to the local anonymous HIV Test clinic and we got him tested. 3 weeks later we were back in the waiting room for the results and SIR could see he was squirming in the chair- his ass itching to be be used. As the male nurse was telling Chuck the results of his blood test, I could see the lump in his jeans grow- and he could not really hide the smile on his face. The nurse asked him if he was alright, and Chuck said, "I'll be just fine- don't worry!" Chuck was opening up his pants and pulling them off as we got back to his apartment that day- he wanted a 'celebration fuck' as he called it- now that he was POZ with my demon seed. Once he WAS officially a poz-pig he actually asked if he could TOP- he had been chatting with a local guy who said he would only let Chuck fuck him If he was POZ and had the paperwork to prove it! So, there are hundreds, thousands of men out there that feel exactly the same- so lay back and enjoy it!

I’ve bent over the rail of a few balcony’s in my day and been watched doing it. I usued to give road head like it was my job to guys I would meet in chat rooms before I had my licens. Sometimes mid day I never saw if anyone noticed because I was busy sucking haha. In a mall dressing room.... in a supermarket bathroom... In a back room of a gay bar people coming in a out as I was getting bred on a leather sofa by the owner of the club. I’d like to get more adventurous I love being watched.

In an alleyway at the side of a straight pub in west London. It was full of an after work crowd and I caught the eye of a thirty something lad who was with a group of colleagues and seemed to work for a large city firm of solicitors. We cruised each other and ended up outside in an alleyway. He sucked me for a while and then dropped his pants and turned round. I fucked him bareback, pants down in the alley. I knew we would have to be quick so I fucked him as hard as I could and shot my load right up him. I think he had had quite a lot to drink but he seemed to enjoy it as much as I did. Probably one of my most public and risky fucks.

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

"At first, my new stepbrother and I wanted to compare the size of our dicks..." "...but we quickly found out that my forearm is the better benchmark."

First Day. I could tell something was bothering Toby as we sat in a crowded gay bar after work. "Are you okay, Toby?" "Yes, I am just tired and horny." "Well, you are always horny so that's nothing new. Well, if you want we can go home after I use the bathroom." I told him as I stood to walk over to the bathroom. Toby told me he has to pee as well and got up from the sofa and I saw part of his problem right in front of pants as he was rock hard and made a huge tent. I laughed as we both walked to the bathroom. The bathroom had one of those long open urinal and as Toby and I pissed next to each other, I was surprised to see Toby's big white cock pissing while he stayed hard. I mentioned that I couldn't piss while I am hard. He told me that he could piss while he's hard and that's why he loves to piss in an ass while he's fucking. Then he put his hand inside of my pants and started to push his finger into my hole. He was clearly super horny tonight and he was acting a bit more aggressive and for some reason I was starting to get horny as well. Finally I pushed him off and told him he should behave. As we left the bar, he told me we were stopping by at his friend's apt. before we head home. As we got to the building, he told me the truth that he's high on some drug and this was his dealer's apt before walking up the stairs. He wanted to make sure I won't be surprised and somehow offend his dealer with my reaction. The apartment was completely dark as a huge old black man with just sweat shorts opened the door. Toby told me to wait in the living room and went down the hall to a bedroom. As I sat down on the sofa, I saw the porn playing in a huge TV, the only light in the living room. It was a close up of a huge black cock fucking a white ass. I was getting mesmerized by the porn. I was about to readjust my hard on in a stranger's apartment when I saw a door to the bathroom open and appeared a young black boy completely naked and still wet from the shower. He saw my fixation with the porn and asked me, "Do you want to see that cock in person? " He walked over to me and I saw it was his cock I was watching on the screen and in person right in front of me. He stood over me and observed my reaction to the vision of his cock up close. I wanted to taste and feel every inches of it deep down in my throat but I also didn't want to appear too slutty. He told me to hand him the pipe from the coffee table and as I handed it to him, he told me to look up at his eyes until he says to look else where. While he and I stared into each other's eyes, he asked me if I smoked T before and I shook my head. He told me to wrap my lips on the glass pipe and inhale deep and long and hold it in til he tells me to let it out. As he held the pipe to me and lit it, I did as he told me to. Without losing my eye contact with him. When I couldn't hold it any more, he covered my lips with his, tightly and we pushed the smoke back and forth til we were breathing hard with lack of Oxygen. It was so intense as if his inside and my inside were becoming connected through our mouth. We repeated this few times and my body started to feel so hungry for touch or any stimulation yet I didn't touch myself or my body as I desired him to touch and feel me. This young black boy that I didn't know anything was hypnotizing my mind with his beautiful cock and drugs. He held the pipe to my lips again and told me to exhale as he pushes his cock into my mouth. As I exhaled thick white smoke, he jammed his cock so hard and so fast that made me feel a little fear and closed my throat on his cock. I started to choke. He told me to stop struggling and try again. After few more smokes, my mind was lost in lust. It was his balls bouncing on my chin that brought me back to reality. He helped me stay down with his hands behind my head. I could feel spit leaking around his cock down my chin. I stuck my tongue out and licked whatever I could reach of his balls with my tongue. His balls were so big and so low that I couldn't reach them so I just tongue bathed his ball sacs. His hands started to touch me roughly and his words became dirty. And I was starting to feel love for this boy. He slapped me really hard that my eyes teared up. But I even loved the pain that he gave me. He told me to look at the TV and now my face was on it with his cock buried deep in my mouth. He told me that we were taking a trip to the bedroom to see our friends while we keep his cock in my mouth. He slowly walked back as I crawled on my knees keeping pace with him. Finally we reached the door and he pushed it open and Toby was doing the same thing as me with his dealer. He led me to the bed and lifted me to put me on my back. When his cock left my mouth, I licked my lips with disappointment. He told me not to move and I held my self as best I could. I even held my breath I think. Toby sat by my side and started to tie a band around my arm. Soon I saw someone holding a needle close to me. I feared the needles so I closed my eyes and turned my head the other way and let them give me shot. At the same time, lube and some powder stuff were being pushed into me making me feel sharp burn. I bit my lips and didn't fight the pain. But as I felt the tip of a big hard cock at my hole's entrance, I started to moan, shiver and whimper with pleasure. Gradually my hole opened and welcomed this cock until felt his balls resting at the opening. Then I held on to his cock tightly with my hole muscle. He told me to relax and slapped me few times as he started to move his cock in and out of me slowly picking up the speed and power. it felt like heaven to be filled by him and pumped by him. Then he stopped while he was deep inside and held it there as he got a shot on his arms as well. Then he started to pound me harder. He was grunting and humping. Both Toby and the dealer watched us for a bit. In the middle of my heavenly fucking from this young man, Toby gave me a kiss and disappeared. When the dealer returned, they were talking about someone probably Toby. "That bitch just traded his friend for some drug and my piss in his ass." "Piss in the ass, damn that's nasty. Which reminds me." The young black man held his cock still and started to fill me with hot liquid with powerful jet stream that I felt it hit the walls of my inside. He also gave me so much that my flat tummy started to bulge out to accommodate him. The dealer so this from his angle and zoomed in the camera on my stomach. That nameless young black man left his cock inside my hole for almost a day filling me up over and over with his cum and piss. That was my first day of Christmas this year with a 12 inches of cock.

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Part 33 Rob was returned to his cage after being fucked by the giant dido for several hours. His ass was gaping and the cum loads deposited earlier freely dripped out of his ass. Rob reached back to feel his battered hole. He could easily fit almost his entire hand inside without any resistant. He wondered how many more fucks he’d be able to take before his ass was gaping permanently. He had never envisioned he’d end up like this. He wondered how he had let himself become such a cum dump. He tried to rationalize that he was forced to do this but then again when he was high he didn’t fight back at all. It had to be the drugs then he thought. If it hadn’t been for the drugs he would never have become a bottom let alone a poz bottom. However the drugs made everything feel so good. He loved taking cock when he was high. He knew he wasn’t in control but it felt so good; he’d do anything for that feeling. After his morning workout in the gym, which of course ended with him being fucked by Tanner and the other two guys in the gym at the time, Rob was escorted back to his room. As was often the case there was a camera man waiting along with another guy. Tanner placed his hand on Rob’s shoulder and forced him to his knees. “Looks like you have a visitor this morning, crawl over there and greet him properly.” “Consider this a little audition.” Rob wasn’t sure what Tanner’s last comment meant, but at this point he didn’t care. He was still feeling horny from the slam he had at the gym and the visitor looked like he was well hung. As he crawled closer to the visitor he could smell that the Top hadn’t showered for a while. He also picked up the smell that the guy had been smoking weed. The visitor took off his shirt as Rob was approaching. He was a wiry man covered in tattoos. He had long unwashed hair and a goatee. There were multiple piercings in his ears, he had a small ring in his nose and both his nipples were pierced. When the visitor opened his fly, Rob also learned that the long cock that popped out of the faded ripped jeans was pierced as well. Rob opened his mouth to lick and suck the hard cock in front of him. The visitor however grabbed Rob by the hair and thrust his cock to the back of Rob’s throat in one swift movement. He tilted Rob’s face upward and spit on him. “You ain’t here for foreplay pig: you’re here for me to use,” He barked. While Rob felt the spit run down the side of his face he also felt the prick of a needle as Tanner administered a booster slam. Tanner offered a bottle of poppers to the Top who took a couple of deep hits. The bottle was then brought to Rob’s nostrils. After Rob huffed the poppers the Top continued his assault on Rob’s throat. The feel of the PA scraping the side of his throat was causing Rob to gag but the Top didn’t care and he continued his skull fuck. After he fucked Rob’s throat for a few minutes he pulled out and slapped his cock against Rob’s face. Rob’s started gasping to recover from the assault. “Open up my jeans and free my balls,” ordered the Top. Rob reached up to unfasten the belt and jeans but he was slapped hard across the face and stopped. “No hands, PIG!” Eventually Rob was able to undo the belt and jeans with his mouth and teeth. When his jeans dropped around his ankles, the Top grabbed Rob by the hair and jerked him towards him. “Balls NOW,’ was all he said. Rob began sucking and swallowing the balls immediately. The Top hit the poppers again and handed the poppers to Rob. The poppers were a welcome aroma versus the sweaty balls. After the hit he renewed his ball worship with increased rigor. When the Top had enough he grabbed Rob by the hair once again and pulled him off his balls and then turned around. He bent slightly at the knees and pulled Rob’s face into his ass crack “You know what to do so get busy!” Rob rimmed the ass in front of him eagerly. He was careful to drive his tongue as far up the Top’s hole as he could. He knew better that to try to spread the sweaty ass cheeks farther apart with his hands so he just pushed his face in tighter to spread the cheeks apart to give his tongue deeper access. After 10 minutes the Top stood up completely, turned and reached down and grabbed Rob by the throat to help lift him up. “On the bed face down and spread those legs,” he ordered. Rob felt the Top roughly shove three fingers up his ass. ”I see you are primed with cum and ready, just like a good cock whore should be.” “That’s good because I certainly wasn’t going to give you any lube.” The Top then drove his 10” pierced cock completely into Rob’s ass. True to his earlier comment about no foreplay, the Top immediately began to pile drive his cock fully in and out of Rob’s ass. Rob cried out with every thrust. With the poppers and the meth the fuck was a mix of pleasure and pain for Rob. The force and speed of the cock thrust reiterated to Rob that he was just a hole. Within another 15 minutes Rob felt the fresh flow of cum enter his ass and the fuck was over. Once the cock exited his ass Rob gave a sigh of relief. He was caught by surprise though when he felt four fingers enter his ass. The fingers gathered up some cum and were pulled out. The Top held his open hand in front of Rob’s face and demanded, ”Eat it up Pig, don’t waste a drop.” When Rob finished eating the cum, the Top pushed his cock into Rob’s mouth. “Now clean my cock and spit shine my PA; I want that ring shining when you are done.” When the Top was satisfied he was sufficiently clean, he pulled up his jeans and put back on his shirt. He turned to the camera man and said, “Remind your boss that they promised me a personal copy of the video.” When the Top left the room, Rob slowly crawled back to his cage and curled up into a ball inside of it. Tanner returned to the room to lock the cage. “I didn’t stay the whole time to watch that scene; it was getting too hot and I didn’t think I could refrain from joining in.” “I’m going to go watch the video now in the editing room; I’m sure it’s going to get you a lot of attention.”

Oh fuck yeah!

Part 4 The directions to “Master Nick’s” were pretty simple. Rob strolled down Bourbon Street until he saw the adult video arcade the bartender had mentioned and he took a left at the next cross street. Two more blocks and there it was there on the corner. There was quite a bit of foot traffic in this area and the store had a big display window, so it was a legit business for sure. He walked in the door and stopped dead in his tracks. “Wow, he thought; “I have never seen so much gear in one place”. He didn’t know where to begin. He started aimlessly wandering around the store. However as soon as he realized that all eyes were staring at him he snapped back to his usual self. “Of course all these cocksuckers want me,” he mused “look at them following me around wanting my big cock”. When he stopped to examine some leather cuffs, an obvious pussy boy appeared a few feet away and put his hands into some heavy metal manacles hanging on display and licked his lips. On the other side of him was another guy running his hands up and down a huge dildo with the same sex crazed look in his eyes. Suddenly there was a voice behind him. “Can I help you find something Sir?” It startled him but as he turned to respond, a sneer immediately came to Rob’s face. The store clerk standing there was old enough to be his grandfather. He looked a lot like the effeminate leather queens from his hometown bar - weathered and wrinkled. It was obvious in Rob’s mind that the guy had years of experience as a cum dump. This guy had no pecs, the leather harness over his t-shirt hung loosely over his flat chest, and the leather chaps he wore over his jeans did nothing but make his ass look soft and flabby. The clerk continued, “My name is Jerry, I be happy to help you find the right fit. We have a couple dressing rooms back there for you to use try things on.” Rob glanced to the back of the store and saw the curtained booths that Jerry was referencing. There were already a couple of other store patrons back there loitering around. Rob’s immediate thought was, “Certainly those whores are just back there to try to get a quick peek of something they are never going to get.” Rob just shook his head in disgust and said he’d be fine on his own. That comment didn’t seem to faze Jerry at all and he kept closely following Rob through the store. He continuously asked Rob if he needed to try on something. In reality Rob did want to try some of this gear; that was the whole point shopping here. He wanted a fit that would accentuate his muscles and make all the bottoms weak in the knees. He just didn’t want give this slut the pleasure of serving him. “Hey Jerry, can you help those guys over there by the slings, they have a couple of questions?” boomed a deep voice behind Rob. Jerry nodded and went over to the slings as requested. “Sorry about that dude, Jerry gets a little carried away with his fantasies sometimes when he sees a guy like you.” Rob turned, and standing there was a tall built masculine guy about his height. Although he was probably five to ten years older than himself, Rob could tell the man spent some serious time at the gym. The man extended his hand and said “My name is Nick”. Rick firmly shook his hand. “I’m Rob. You’re Nick as in Master Nick? “ Nick chuckled and said “That’s me, I’m the owner. I’m sorry again if Jerry was bothering you, if you find something you like here I’ll give you a discount for the trouble.” “This place can be a little overwhelming; can I help you find something?”. Rob explained to Nick that his first priority was to find some items that showed off his body and that he had some bad experiences in the past ordering things on the internet. “Do you want leather, latex, rubber or what…?” “I’m not sure where to start, but I probably want a couple of jocks as well” Rob replied as he grabbed a hanger with a red jock on it. Nick started roaring with laughter “Oh, you don’t want that jock, look at the back!” Rob actually blushed as he looked at the back strap and saw the words “FUCK ME” written in big block letters. Nick took the jock from Rob’s hand, hung it back on the rack and stated “Dominate Tops like you and I wouldn’t be caught dead in something like that.” “Let me pull a few different things I think you’ll like and that will have all the bottom boys worshipping at your feet.” Within five minutes Nick had a handful of items and beckoned to Rob to follow him. ”Let’s get you into these and see what you think – follow me”. The two walked back towards the changing booths, but once they reached them, Nick continued a few more feet to a large door, reached for his key ring on his belt and unlocked the door. He motioned to Rob to follow. Rob obliged but as he reached the door he asked “What’s back here?” Nick explained that this area contained some of the larger bondage equipment and that it was used for customer demonstrations as well. “I thought you’d appreciate some privacy since you’ve had an audience from the moment you walked in.” “We also have some bigger mirrors back here so it will be easier for you to see how you look.“ When Rob saw the bondage table, fuck bench, wooden stocks as well as assorted cages and slings he asked “Why do you keep the door locked, I bet customers would love to see this stuff?”. “I personally was actually thinking of getting some things like this for the basement of the house I rent.” Nick smiled - “Well this equipment is for sale if you are interested, we discount it because it’s been used for demos, but to answer your question about the locked door – we had issues in the past with guys going to the changing booths on the pretense of trying on clothes and they then would sneak back here and play unsupervised.” “We had a couple guys that didn’t know what they were doing and they got hurt.” “It’s not intuitive for guys that aren’t Dom’s like us as to how to use this stuff.” “Anyway, the insurance company suggested that we keep the area locked when we weren’t using it for supervised demos, classes or events.” Nick handed Rob a pair of leather pants and a harness and then pointed to a door along the side wall. “Here try these on; you can use the bathroom over there.” “There is no mirror inside but you but you can step out here in the main room to see how you look – Don’t worry your friend Jerry can’t come in and molest you or anything, I relocked the back entrance.” As Rob took the gear and headed to change, Nick walked over to a laptop sitting on nearby desk and clicked on an icon. Soon the screen was filled with the image of Rob removing his clothes. Nick smiled knowing that Rob’s smooth chiseled chest, abs and ass would look good on film. Rob’s big cock and low hanging balls would certainly drive up his popularity. Rob emerged from the bathroom and smiled broadly as he saw himself in the mirror. You could hear the excitement in his voice as he exclaimed “This is what I was talking about; I look hot!” Nick nodded in agreement and walked over to Rob to adjust the harness. Ron cocked his head as he noticed the difference in how much better he looked from that simple adjustment. Nick said, “Looks good but let me show something: Take that harness off and put on this one”. Rob quickly obliged and stepped back to see the difference. “This is more of a half harness; see how the way the cut shows off your pecs more?” asked Nick. “Oh yeah, this is much better!” exclaimed Rob. “I’m sorry I am sweating all over the place, I must be turning myself on.” “Actually,” replied Nick; "it is a lot warmer back here than the front of the store, we don’t pump the AC up as much in this area unless there is something going on with a crowd”. With that Nick walked over to a nearby water fountain and took a drink.” Rob walked over to the fountain as well and took a deep drink. As he finished drinking, he grimaced and turned to Nick to say “Your water has a funny taste to it, almost medicinal.” “Yeah, I forgot you aren’t from here and don’t have much experience with the local tap water.” “The last hurricane that hit the area did some major damage to the utility infrastructure; they have to add a lot of chemicals to our drinking water.” “Believe it or not, that water fountain actually has some extra features to try to help enhance the water to make it better.” Nick then continued, “It’s important though to keep yourself hydrated; you wouldn’t believe how many tourists the city gets that drink alcohol all day and quickly end up drunk and collapse from the heat and dehydration.” “They either forget or just don’t realize how much alcohol dehydrates a person.” A lightbulb went off in Rob’s head; He was one of those people that had forgotten about the dehydrating effects of the heat, humidity and alcohol. He subsequently leaned down and took another long drink from the fountain. “One perk about the situation though, is it leaves a lot of weakened bottoms, ripe for the picking” chuckled Nick. “Yeah but I don’t ever bottom and that would never happen to me!” responded Rob with a snide tone in his voice. “I don’t either," said Nick; “but for Dom Tops like us, the dehydration can lead to performance problems and makes it harder to cum multiple times when we are looking to play all night.” Rob took another drink of water. Nick hadn’t lied to Rob per se. The fountain did have features to treat the water, but they weren’t anything like a filter for removal of chemicals. On the contrary, when someone pushed the button to get a drink, a small amount of a specially designed chemical mixture was released into the water flow. The purpose was not to reduce inhibitions, but to increase the level of horniness. The blend of pharmaceuticals and botanicals was meant to keep a cock rock hard, increase sexual desire as well increase cum volume. When events were held in the backroom of the store, the drink was affectionately referred to as “Fuck Water”. Based on the amount of water Rob had drunk so far, he would likely be uncontrollably horny for many hours to come. In fact, based on the bulge forming in his leather pants, the Fuck Water was already beginning to work as intended. An idea suddenly came to Rob. He should get a couple of pics of himself in this gear. He could then upload them and update his BBRT profile. That way later tonight, he’d have a whole lineup of hungry bottoms begging to take his cock. Therefore Rob asked “Hey Nick, do you mind if I take a couple of selfies, just to remind myself what I look like in this outfit as I try on others?” “Sure thing bud, I imagine your phone is in the bathroom with your clothes, let me grab it for you”. As Nick returned with Rob’s phone he said “If you want I can take a couple shots for you, that way you can get your whole body in the pic.” Rob nodded in agreement and started to pose. “OK, Rob, first thing though, you need to grab a pair of boots from over there and put them on. The whole scene kind loses its effect with you dressed in leather wearing those flip flops.” After Rob changed, Nick handed Rob his phone and said he needed to unlock it if he wanted some pics. As Rob punched in the passcode, Nick closely watched from behind and committed the code to memory. Nick took a couple of quick pics and then handed Rob a pair of metal handcuffs. “Here, hold these up and dangle them from your finger; now flex and grab that bulge of yours with your other hand”. “Now that is the money shot!” Nick handed the phone to Rob to show him the picture. Rob grinned ear to ear and said, “Hell yeah, those worthless pussy bottoms are going to fight amongst themselves to get fucked hard and rough by me!” Nick looked at Rob and said, “You know if I used a shot like that in some advertising, I’d make a lot of money.” “But now that you have seen yourself in a cruising look, let me show you another look that is a little more functional in a sex party situation.”

Part 3 Rob had worked up a thirst after that last fuck; it was time to check out another bar. That was another great thing about the French Quarter; the bars were always open and you could actually walk down the street with a drink in your hand. He didn’t usually start drinking this early in the day but he was on vacation after all. Alcohol never really seemed to affect Rob’s ability to get rock hard and fuck as long as he didn’t get all shit-faced drunk. He was confident that he could pace himself and be able to keep drinking all day. On a day like today, Rob was happy to find an open bar stool underneath a ceiling fan and close to the open front of the building. This was a perfect view of the street and he also was on display basically for anyone that passed by. “Welcome, my name is Jesse, what can I get you to drink?” “Hey man, my name is Rob; give me a Jack and Coke”. Rob was pleasantly surprised, the bartender Jesse was a masculine looking guy with a nice ass and defined body. Rob detected a few tattoos and could see the nipple rings under his tight T-shirt so Jesse was a little rougher looking than the guys he typically fucked but he’d make an exception in this case. He did get the impression that Jesse was probably another one of those gays that try to pawn themselves off as versatile but in reality was a slutty bottom. He could tell by the way Jesse carried himself. In Rob’s mind, you were either a bottom destined to suck cock, get fucked and just be used or you were a Top like himself. Guys were just fooling themselves if they thought there was something in between. “Here you go Rob, where you visiting from?” asked Jesse as he slid Rob his drink on the bar. “Ohio, is it that obvious I am a visitor?” Jesse just smiled and said “Well I have worked here for a long time and pretty much recognize the locals. Right now there are six locals in here and including you, eight visitors.” “It is also obvious that you aren’t used to this heat and humidity based on the way your tank is clinging to your pecs and the way those shorts are sticking to your ass cheeks and crotch”. Rob was a little taken back by how direct Jesse was speaking. Two can play at that game he thought. “Well then can you also tell who is a Top and who is bottom? What is my position?” Jesse started laughing, “Easy, we bartenders have to be observant here in the Big Easy. It’s obvious from the way you have basically checked out ass since the minute you sat down, including mine, that you are all Top”. Rob just grinned and nodded, this guy was good. Jesse continued, “I’m sorry to disappoint you though, I’m also a Top. It’s why I like to work this shift, it gives me time to make connections and then play all night”. Rob raised his glass, “A toast to stalking your prey” and with that chugged down the rest of his drink. Almost immediately Jesse poured another drink and placed it in front of Rob. Jesse motioned over his right shoulder “This drink, as well as the first, is compliments of the two guys over there by the cash register, they ordered them for you the minute you walked into the place”. Rob looked up and nodded but made no further eye contact with the strangers. He leaned in and whispered to Jesse “I can do better than that, it’s going to take more than buying me drink or two for those old queen cocksuckers to get in my shorts”. Jesse was not surprised by the comment at all. He also was not surprised as Rob turned slightly toward the two men and slightly flexed his arms while casually running his hands across his chest and pinching his nipples until they hardened and strained against the damp material of his shirt. He then turned his back to the men and looked out to the street for something more worthy of his attention. It did feet good to sit out the sun, casually drink and be lusted after by all the bottoms in the bar. It was the way things should be. When Jesse came back to refill his drink, Rob commented “ There seems to be a lot of activity in this bar for this time in the afternoon and I seem to be in a good spot as they all walk by me wiggling their asses to check me out up close and try to get my attention”. “You do seem to be drawing them into the place“, replied Jesse with just a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “ Maybe you should be splitting your tips with me with all the business I am bringing you. Don’t worry man, there is plenty of bottom prey here to divide between us” chuckled Rob as he raised his hand to high-five the bartender. It was at the moment that Rob’s phone vibrated indicating he had a message. He actually had several notifications from his cruising apps. Some of them must have come through earlier when he was plowing that tourist in the hotel room. An evil grin spread across his face as he thought about the fun he had using his cock to tear open” what’s-his-name’s” hole. Rob quickly scanned the responses to his profile postings to see if there was anything of interest. There were several from BBRT but the latest post from A4A is what caught his attention. According to the Geo-location feature, the cocksucker was only a few feet away. The pic didn’t show his ass but the face wasn’t bad. He had nice thick “cock-sucker lips”. Rob glanced around the bar briefly and quickly spotted the guy, literally less than ten feet away. Although Rob could tell the picture posted on the profile was actually the guy in the bar, the picture was not recent. The guy sitting there certainly was several years older than the picture and also had gotten soft. Rob was about to delete and ignore the message when two letters in the interest section of the profile caught his eye -“WS”. Rob downed the rest of his latest drink like a shot, glared briefly at the guy and typed a simple response “THIRSTY”? “Hey Jesse, where is the bathroom in this place, I need to piss” inquired Rob. Jesse pointed him to the back and Rob promptly got up and headed to relieve himself. The bathroom was long, narrow, dimly lit and pretty filthy. It mainly consisted of a long trough for guys to piss in and a stained sink. “They need some sort of air circulation in here” thought Rob as he made his way to the end of the trough. The room reeked, even with the ice that was thrown in the piss trough to control the smell. None the less, Rob’s cock was hardening as he turned toward the door and started counting to himself. He got to seven, the door pushed open and the guy from A4A nervously walked in. Rob opened the front of his cargo shorts and freed his hard cock. The guy bent over to taste the object of his desire when Rob grabbed him by the hair and said “No cocksucker; on your knees and open your fucking mouth. Whatever you don’t swallow is going all over the front of you”. With that he grabbed the guy by both ears, slammed his cock deep into the wet hole of a mouth and started streaming his warm piss down the cocksucker’s throat. The guy struggled with the strong stream but managed to swallow most of it: only a small amount dribbled out the sides of his mouth. “You’re just a fucking urinal hole to hold my piss”, sneered Rob. He emptied his bladder and pulled his cock out of the piss receptacle kneeling in front of him. He then wiped the last drops of piss clinging to his cock off on the guy’s hair, tucked it into his pants, zipped up and went back to the bar. When he got to the bar and sat back down, he ordered another Jack and Coke as if nothing had happened. Jesse however, gave him a knowing look when Rob’s recent conquest exited the restroom and quickly headed out of the bar in an effort to not have to explain to anyone as to why the knees of his faded jeans were now so stained and wet. When Jesse returned with his drink, Rob asked” Where is a good place around here to buy leather and fetish gear”? Jesse raised his eyebrow “What are you looking for?” Rob explained that he only had a few pieces and those didn’t fit right. “I don’t have a lot of local options available back in Ohio, and the stuff I’ve ordered on-line hasn’t really worked out. I’m sure you know how the sight of a Top in leather or latex gear just brings out the whore in a bottom.” Jesse nodded in agreement. ”It’s almost like giving them a party drug, so I was thinking maybe some shorts, jocks, a harness or two. I really just want to try some stuff on to see how it looks before making a decision.” ”Some bondage gear as well so when I get an ass primed and partied up I can just keep it in place and positioned how I want and then just focus on my pleasure rather than making sure the fucking whore doesn’t resist and try to get away.” “Probably the best place for you to go is “Master Nick’s”, it’s just a couple blocks from here” Jesse quickly replied. ”I’ve bought some great stuff from there. Its high quality and they have a big variety. They are good at helping you transform into your true self. They do have a space to demo some of the equipment there as well. They carry everything from cuffs, collars and spreader bars to stocks, fuck benches and bondage tables in the store”. Rob was getting hard just thinking about the place as Jesse gave him directions to the store. As Rob stood and prepared to leave, Jesse had one more question. “Before you go, would it be cool for me to get a selfie with you” asked Jesse. “I like to keep reminders of some of the hot guys that come through here.” Rob of course in his mind interpreted that question as meaning he was correct all along and Jesse really was a bottom and did want Rob’s cock up his ass. So when the bartender came around the bar to take the selfie Rob smiled, flexed and grabbed Jesse’s ass. Trying not to sound too insincere, Jesse looked Rob directly in the eyes and stated, “Thanks for the picture stud, I am sure you enjoy the transformational experience at "Master Nick's" stop by on your way back from store and let me know what you bought.” “I’m here until seven-thirty tonight.” Rob smirked and nodded his agreement as he headed to the exit. As soon as Rob disappeared down the street, Jesse went to his phone and texted a message and attached the selfie with Rob he just took. “Sending a referral to the store that I think you’ll like. He definitely has the cocky top attitude you look for”

I’m Finally poz!!!! Picked up the virus in September, and had my first positive test on October 31, 2017, confirmed on November 3, 2017. So happy that I finally crossed over and that I am officially a real manpig

Adam was high from 2 slams and countless poppers stuffed under his nose. He was also high from the countless ways he had been used and degraded since Master Bob had unleashed a seemingly endless row of hung tops onto him. Time was disjointed but he knew he had been used, blindfolded and at times bound for several hours. His ass had gone past sore - he felt it was burning back there. How many loads he wondered. Each man was required to make a mark next to their type of load. But that tally would remain a mystery for the time being. It was apparently some form of a break as he found himself tied seated to a hard very solid wooden armchair for a while now. Right after he had been restrained he was pissed on by several streams from different direction. He could only guess that he had been a urinal for at least 12 piss loads so far - give or take. And take he had. He swallowed piss until he thought he would puke - some mild most rank and full of 'flavor' With no sight he couldn't begin to guess how many different cocks had fucked him but he knew many were thick and long. If he had to guess 10 men had fucked him - off and on - and most had eventually cum inside of his ass. A few made him beg for it but so far only Patch had informed Adam that he was toxic. For no reason he could understand - as he sat there cold and wet from the piss - he started to get a rock hard cock thinking of that toxic load. He could have taken 10 toxic loads for all he knew - but Patch had been the first and after he had whispered into Adam's ear more than a few times about how many stds he had in cnthe past and guessing at what stds were in the room. Patch said he was gonna breed Adam again but only after Master Bob had taken off his blindfold - so that Adam could see every moment of the fuck. What Adam new for sure was that Patch's cock was as thick as a beer can but only 5 to 6 inches long. He made Adam suck it for a long time after he bred his ass and while his nameless friend had fucked him hard. The first nameless guy who was with Patch may have been black = he just had a manner of speaking. Plus he had a true black cock - long and thick and he liked to pull right out and slam back in deep - like many black tops in vids Adam had seen. The rest of the cocks were varied - many thick - many long. Most had made Adam clean their cocks after - Adam realized soon that the uncut cocks held the most cum and ass- Adam was far from clean and the tops all made it clear - he would be responsible for removing any filth from their fuck sticks. One of the tops had tried to fist Adam and may have gotten his hand in but Adam screams at the sudden invasion - lubed only with the random cum loads inside him - had stopped the fist from doing more than a few punches before it was replaced with a fat cock and his mouth was silenced with another cock that tasted of smeg and piss and cum and ass. A few times he had the indignity of being rolled onto his back on the floor and a very large - grossly fat ass sat full force onto his face - indignity of having to smell and taste each and with one he found himself close to passing out due to lack of oxygen. He came to only when someone slapped him hard 4 or 5 times across the face - followed by a steam of piss into his mouth and down his body to his rock hard cock. The laughter and jokes about how he was also a choke pig resonated with Adam. He had tried breath play alone - auto-erotic asphyxiation as it was termed online... but now he knew - having no control over anything - not even his own breath was a world Adam craved to live in forever. His cock was mostly ignored save for a few times someone used a form of clamp over the foreskin when he was semi-hard - making full erection painful until it was removed. His nads had much more attention. He had them slapped, punched and even kicked a few times. But, the most notable Ball play and currently his favorite was when one man was fucking Adam bent over the wooden box and then reached around and grabbed Adams ball-sack tightly with one hand and twisted. Simultaneously he grabbed the back of Adams hair and bent him back so that he had full control over Adams body as he came to climax. Adam was sure his nuts were going to be ripped off his body the moment the man came because the twisted tug on his balls became a vice grip. When he was done he squeezed adam so hard he again almost passed out - the pain was more exciting knowing the tops were laughing and plotting additional 'tests' of his limits. His nipples were still clamped with something like massive roach clips and both were raw if not bleeding - he was sure of it. He had been spanked and beaten with various leather objects - and shortly before this 'break' he had found himself on - he had been restrained by his hands above his head - feet just at tip-toe touching the cement floor. and he had been used as punching bag. Not hard enough to cause major internal bleeding (he hoped) but enough to let him know his tight fit body was still just a piece of meat for the men in this room. it was during this last play that he had been kicked in the nuts and lost footing - spinning around as fists punched at his writhing body. He had never experienced such pain - or pleasure in his life and through it all he kept thinking randomly about Jason. Patch had suggested that Jason was hiv poz. the idea continued to excite Adam and he was feeling stronger feelings for Jason all the time. He knew that he was paying off a debt that was not just his but Jason's as well. Adam realized 3 things as he sat tied to the chair; One. He would do anything he was asked to do because he really cared for Jason - maybe even loved him. Two. He was a bug chaser He thought at first it was cum but now realized it was danger that had him most turned-on. POZ yes - a cock that was dripping with green/yellow puss - that he had only seen in pictures and a few vids online - that was his new bread and butter - or just butter! Three. Adam would be able to check off a lot of alphabet items soon. Cum Dump and CBT followed by Dildo for D - what would E be? Footsteps approached Adam's chair. "So Pig, I hear you enjoyed yourself with the men" - Master Bob was back Adam's head spun to where he believed Master Bob to be standing. "Sir Yes thank you Sir" Hands on his head - untying the blindfold. "Don't open your eyes Pig - after 5 hours you may need a few moments to adjust to the light. Hands began to untie Adam's arms from the chair - then his legs. "OK Pig - stand up" Adam stood - his legs gave out and he fell back into strong arms holding him upright. The arms gently bent him at the waist and he felt a hand touching his back... counting the tally? "Open your eyes" From his bent forward positon, Adam's eyes fluttered open - slowly he raised his head - and saw Master Bob standing in front of him. "So Pig, was it all you hoped?" Master Bob asked "Sir, Yes Sir" Adam replied. 'Thank you for letting me be a whore'. He began to straighten up and noticed the hands that held him - one on each forearm - were those of a black man. He could feel the warmth of a long cock against his butt cheeks and leaned back again allowing himself to be supported by this black man who's face he had not yet seen. Another figure moved into his view from the left and joined Master Bob - saying "He took it all and even begged for my load" - Patch's voice. Adam took in the entirety of the man - maybe 60 - wrinkled barely 5" but with a cock that looked like a pony was missing his manhood. From the lesions on his arms and legs Adam new - he was more than Toxic. He had Aids. As he stared he fixated mostly on that massive cock - and in doing so felt his own cock stirring. the cock in his buttocks also was hardening - pushing against his buttcrack - he pain still deep but mostly forgotten at this moment. Master Bob spoke "The tally is in - care to guess how many loads you took PIG?" "sir - Maybe 10 loads sir?" the 3 man laughed at that. "Try 17 loads. 15 Poz undetectable and 2 not on meds with a high viral count." Adam moaned and pressed back into the now rock hard black cock burning into his ass and back. "I made enough money off of your ass to pay off the drug debt and then some. When the pictures and videos are posted I have a feeling I am going to make some more cash." Adam had been unaware the events had been filmed but somehow this made him even hornier - his cock was rising to full power. He noticed that Patch was eying it closely. "Before I fuck you Pig - and I am going to fuck you - Finally. would you like to take one more load?" "Sir - oh yes Sir I would but Sir may I ask..." Adam faltered "what is it PIg? What do you want - What do you think you Deserve?" "Sir I deserve another Aids load Sir. Can Patch fuck me again sir?" Master Bob looked at Patch. then back at Adam. "Patch is sick like I said. This party may be his last chance before he starts to fail. He has asked to fuck a tight young negative ass - which he has done. He now wants to ride a big fat pole one last time. He wants you to fuck him. But Alex is also toxic (the black man Adam still had only been able to peek at in his peripheral vision). Adam did turn to see the black man - age unknown - but maybe 30 - tall and muscular - no signs of the aids ravages that showed on Patch. he reached back and felt a cock that had to be over 10 inches. In short order Alex was laying flat on his back on the floor - his over 10 inches (11 in fact) straight up and waiting. Adam did not make him wait long - he straddled Alex and sat down. The ass that had been torn to shreds was craving that black cock and the poison cum load he possessed. After he bounced up and down on that massive cock for a while Patch approached and motioned for Adam to lay back - he then faced Adam and squatted over Adams hard cock and sat down. The 3 of them moved back and forth locked together - Adam came first - and quite fast - but stuck between the 2 aids carriers he found himself fucking towards a second orgasm just before he did Alex let out a howl and let loose his toxic spunk into Adams destroyed ass chute. Patch stood up Adam's first and second load starting to run out of his ass - he turned and squatted over Adams face... adam looked at the hole - saw the lesions, saw the open sores on the ass he had just fucked... saw his cum dripping out - yellow and stained from ass juice... and he dove his face into that aging aides hole and sucked like it was a hash pipe. Patch moaned and turned to push his fat log of a cock into Adam's mouth and let loose a load that tasted both thickly salty and also bitter and heavenly. Adam then turned and sucked clean Alex's massive cock - again tasting more cum - more ass and more than a little blood - his ass really was torn to shreds. Adam moved over to a ragged couch against the far wall - hanging above it was a blackboard with one word - the word that Adam had not had to cry out - the safety word... but Adam did not want a safety word. He wanted this - This life.. danger - toxic loads - anything he could get - he needed this life. Thinking he could only be happier if he had Jason there at that moment, Adam began to doze off. When he awoke - no idea how long he had slept - Patch and Alex were gone. Master Bob was sitting in the wooden chair that previously Adam had been tied to and pissed on. Master Bob was dressed in a leather outfit that proclaimed his role load and clear... MASTER! "OK Pig - play time is over. Now you learn the true meaning of being a PIG slave" then he yelled out 'JASON!" and Jason walked into the basement. Adam leapt from the couch and moved to embrace Jason. As they approached each other Jason's knee came out and slammed into Adam's balls. Adam let out a high wail squeak and fell to the hard cement - unable to breath. Jason spoke in a tone that dripped with contempt and anger. "Remember your fucking place PIG. You are Master Bob's slave. You will address him and only him and ONLY when he has addressed you first.... Do you understand?" "Sir" Adam squeaked out the word and tried again - "Sir, Yes sir I am sorry Sir" "OK PIG" Master Bob said. "I am going to fuck you as soon as you have been marked as my slave. Sit in the chair. Adam dragged his body up of the ground - he was wracked with pain from his ass and nuts and the whipping earlier - but with as much strength as he could muster he moved to the chair and sat down. Jason immediately began to tie him to the chair arms and hands. Adam was confused because he knew he could not be fucked in this position. Then he saw Master bob move a wheeled metal table over towards where Adam sat and Jason worked to tie the ropes to each limb. On the table were a large assortment of shiny knives, saws needle like objects, 2 devices that each had an electrical cord running across the room to a plug. "What do you think Jason?" Master Bob asked. "Do we pierce that fat cock of his first or do we tatt him with the toxic label first?" Jason chuckled low and evil and moved to the table - picking up an assortment of wires. "Well Master Bob Sir, I thank you for asking me my humble opinion - and in my less than worthless opinion I think electro-shock should be used first - then the prince albert and finally we can tattoo him" Master Bob laughed and said "Now I know why I never seem to bore of you Jason... Ok lets begin". They both began to attach the electrodes to Adam's body - concentrating on his nuts balls and tits. The device was turned on - an electrical whine was low but audible. Jason leaned in to look at Adam eyes to eyes... "OK Pig - this is gonna hurt - you may piss yourself but we are gonna get through this". Master Bob moved over to the couch and in one wipe of his hand the word Jupiter vanished from the chalk board. "That's better" Master Bob said. "Can't have him give up at this stage" Adam's safe word was gone... and as he realized the entirety of what this meant - he felt something like millions of ants across parts of his body - and realized also that knowing he had no 'OUT' that his cock was throbbing fully erect and dripping pre-cum. He was ready... more to cum?

I woke up when my friends called. They wanted to go out for some drinks and dinner. We went to a pub where they brew their own beer and served massive portions of food. The beer came on long wooden serving plates and you could drink yourself through their different varieties. I love beer! We drank and got pretty drunk. I forgot my dark secret for a while. Next to the bathroom was a breathalyzer. You put some money in and it measures you alcohol. I managed to hit 0.2% and was feeling accordingly. The guys were in an excellent mood, but I had enough. My brain was telling me to go to sleep and my cock told me that there was nothing to get here. On the rare occasion where the two agree, one should follow their advice. It was a big of a hike back to the subway, so I went on grindr and chatted up a few guys. Everyone seemed to be out and about. I debated whether I should join any of them, but instead jumped on the subway and looked for gay places in Schoeneberg. As I sat on the train, I skimmed some of the descriptions of various gay businesses, and noticed quite a few nasty ones. My cock got hard. Just then I looked up only to see the subway doors were closing and that I had missed the station at which I had intended to disembark. 'Fuck', I thought. More walking. Anyhow, I got off at the next station and Google maps to show me the way. Suddenly, I stopped in front of a sign 'The Bull'. I just read about this place. It sounded like one of the nastiest cruising places in Berlin. My cock jumped, and I brain was screaming no, but the alcohol made me listen to my cock. Securing my my cards and most of my money in my socks, I walked into 'The Bull'. The place wasn't particularly crowded, so I ordered a beer and scanned the room. Most of the patrons were middle aged men, drunk and horny. I smiled, finished my drink and disappeared into the darkroom. On my way in I passed a guy who was wearing only leather chaps. A beautiful tattoo was depicted on his torso, above his cock. A bio-hazard sign. Fuck that was hot. He turned around and followed me in. In a corner, I went on my knees and started to suck his cock. My eyes fixed on the tattoo in the dim light and my nose almost hitting it with every deep throat. He moaned, inhaled from a small bottle and held it under my nose. I started feeling the same sensation as the night before. I took of my shirt and threw it into the corner. Another cock appeared. The guy must have been at least 50. When I hesitated, Bio-hazard guy took my mouth and forced it onto the other guy's cock, which was rock hard. The cock tasted great, especially as he was drooling lots of precum. My cock was also rock hard and also leaking precum, although my precum was being absorbed by my jock strap. Bio-hazard guy helped my in taking off my pants while I was sucking the old guy so there I was, on my knees, in my jockstrap and my sneakers, sucking two cocks. Bio-hazard guy started fingering my hole, using some lube he found somewhere. “Are you poz?” I managed to mumble a reply of sorts while sucking the two cocks. "You're not?” “No, I am not.” “Oh well, don’t worry about it. It will be fine.” With that he lifted my ass and pushed his cock in. It felt amazing and I couldn’t control myself, moaning loudly. The old guy smiled, and placed a small bottle under my nose, encouraging me to take a hit, whispering "You like poz cocks, don’t you, you little slut?” “Fuck yeah” was all I could manage. “Take my poz babies, you hot little slut” bio-hazard guy almost shouted as he exploded in my ass. Before I could straighten up, the old guy pushed his cock in me and started fucking. Bio-hazard guy, meanwhile, left without a word. However, he must have told the guys back in the bar, because before the old guy could unload, a group of guys arrived. They opened their pants, wanked and lined-up. Some made me suck them first, while others went straight for my hole. They fucked and fucked and fucked. Load after load was dumped in my hole. In between popper rushes, I completely lost my sense of time. My hole started hurting, but all I could moan was “more lube.” A guy stepped forward wanked and sprayed his load over my hole while another guy was fucking me, laughingly remarking “Here you go.” More guys came in. Some had a look and left, while others joined the crowd. Eventually, however, it seemed as if they were all done: the last guy dumped his load and left, I was exhausted, and in looking around noticed the old guy was still there. “What a hot little neg slut you are! You just took 13 loads. I have no idea how many of them were poz, but hopefully it is your lucky number.” With that he strolled-out. I rested for a second and waited for the poppers to clear my head. I couldn’t find my clothes, and panicking, searched everywhere for them. Nothing. So I walked out to the bar and asked the bar man if he had any suggestions. He was obviously expecting me, as without a word he handed me an envelope in which I found a hand-written note, a 50 EUR note and, thank God, my phone. The hand-written note read “Byy yourself some new clothes - for the new you!” What just happened? The time on my phone said 5:15 AM. The sun was about to rise and I had nothing but my jockstrap for a 600 meter walk. I ordered a whiskey, finished it and left the bar. Somehow, I enjoyed the walk. I hadn’t cum, was still drunk and it was pleasantly warm. The receptionist just smiled at me, I slipped into the elevator made it into the room without anyone else noticing me. Looking into the mirror I took measure of myself: for some reason, my hair was covered in cum or something, my jock was wet with precum, and my hairy legs and pieces of dried and half dried cum were sticking everywhere on my body. I was a slut! I knew that as soon as I blew my load I would panic, that I would feel disgusted and might even run to the hospital. But I honestly didn’t want to. I jumped into bed the way I was. Let tomorrow be the day of worries. This day I was a cumdump. I was my true self.

There was a party yesterday... somewhere in the building. Really annoying, I was a bit tired, actually... so nothing special to do, at about 1 in the morning I got on GrindR. And there was this young top... just "a few steps away".... nice looking, but I never approach first. And got a bit surprised, after a minute or so, I had a msg from this guy, asking me if I was up for some fun.... I said, sure, why not? I gave him directions, and said I'll leave the door open, just find your way into the bedroom. My kit was ready, and I lubed up my ass and poppered myself After a few minutes I heard the door opening and someone coming in very quietly, and then I heard the typical sound of clothes on the floor. Hang on... another set of clothes...? I got a bit apprehensive, but by now, I was just ready for it.... my ass in the air in the bed..... I felt a couple of hands grabbing my ass and a nice hard dick pushing inside me. This guy fucked me good for some minutes, and then I heard a muffled conversation, the cock came out, and then another cock, a bit bigger this time, pushing into me. Oh.... nice! Two guys This guy fucked me with long strokes, and finally I could hear him grunting and filling me up with his juices. AAAAAhhh yes... at least a load! I took a nice deep hit of poppers... The first guy then came back, and pushed his cock all the way in. He fucked me now, hard and fast.... and also came, within a couple of minutes. He leaned over and said "Three loads for you, is that enough"? and then they left. I just lowered myself on the bed and drifted off...