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Midwestern Bathhouse Prologue. I was out of town for two weeks of job training in a medium-sized midwestern city. On Thursday afternoon, I realized that I had the whole weekend off. I was super horny, sexting with my boy back home, suggesting that he fly out so I could fuck him all weekend. We're open and play bare with other guys, and are getting better and taking loads from strangers. He had done some piggy searching online and suggested I go to a shady part of town to a 'men's club.' He gave me the name of it, and I searched online for it and came up with a really crappy website that looked ten years old. There were some reviews saying it was hit and miss, but Friday nights could be fun. I told my boy I'd go and see what naughty fun I could get into. The next day after work, I took a long shower and cleaned out my ass, not sure what might be in store for me that night. The place was in a white cinderblock building just off the interstate not far from a major college campus, but definitely on the wrong side of the tracks. There was a tall wooden fence off the back of the place that enclosed an outdoor heated pool and hot tub. I texted my boy saying I had arrived and needed to turn off and check my phone. He texted me back saying 'OINK. HAVE FUN!' I replied with a pig emoji and said, 'I WON'T BE ABLE TO TAKE PICS, SO I'LL DESCRIBE IT ALL LATER.' He wrote back, 'MAYBE I'LL SEE IT FOR MYSELF!' I sent him a smiley face and clicked my phone off. Chapter I. The club was 'member's only,' so I had to pay for a one-time membership plus admission. The guy behind the check-in glass was a short stocky Italian-looking guy, with chest fur peeking out of his shirt collar. He winked at me and told me it was going to be a busy night, some alumni weekend on campus. I paid for my membership, a towel, and a locker. The guy told me he'd give me a free upgrade since it was my first time there and gave me a key to a private room. He mentioned that there were a few new faces around sure to be popular. I went to the locker room, stripped down, and wrapped a small towel around my waist, barely enough to knot into itself. There were a few guys milling around. I went to take a piss and walked up to a trough urinal. There was a twinky athletic guy in his early 20s sitting on the edge suckling a stubby uncut cock on a furry guy old enough to be his dad. The daddy smirked at me as if to say the twink was all his. I lifted my towel to piss and the twink leaned over and took my dick in his mouth. The daddy got pissed and backed away. The twink looked up and me with my cock in his mouth and said, 'PISS!' So, I did. He swallowed it all down, gulping and slobbering on my cock growing in his mouth. The daddy was standing behind me and cleared his throat when I was done pissing and now the guy was just sucking my dick. I took a step backwards and the daddy took my place. I headed to the maze of dimly lit hallways and found the door to my 'room'. The walls were maybe eight-feet high in a taller room and had chicken wire across the top to keep people from peering over or climbing into another room. It was really more of a booth than a room, with a narrow mattress and a small side table with a bowl of lube packets, not a condom in sight. The floor was tiled and cold. The whole place reeked of bleach, cum, and sex. I could hear a few different fuck sounds in adjacent booths. I saw a hole drilled in the wall at the perfect height for a gloryhole. I peeked through but the room was empty. I made a point to check it out later. I stood in my doorway for a few minutes and saw a few guys slinking up and down the hall. One guy, heavyset and stooped over with a bit of a belly and meaty pecs with pierced well-developed nipples walked past me, then took a few steps backwards. He reached under my towel and fished out my dick. He used one hand to jerk me off a bit and the other to stroke my balls. He reached to my furry taint and rubbed his finger against my hole. I rarely bottom, but this guy was turning me on. He was so… nasty. The guy stuck his fat finger in my mouth then swirled his wet finger against my ass. He gently pushed my shoulders so I took a step back into the room. I made to close the door, anxious for whatever raunchy fun was about to get started. He held up his hand to stop me, leaving the door open. He spun me around, ass up and dove into my crack, sticking his tongue into me. He dropped his towel and I looked over my shoulder to see a 5” thick cock slick with lube or assjuice. 'You're my third bottom today, man. The other guys couldn't take my dick long enough for me to get my nut. You want to try?' I nodded as he slid his meat against my crack. 'Push back on it, pig,' he grunted. I inhaled deeply and let him force his way inside me, raw, and without lube. It burned like hell but he kept pushing. I think his cock may have been as thick as it was long. I was biting my lip and started sweating. He started rocking his hips and in a matter of seconds it went from searing pain to absolute pleasure. I saw stars. I also saw an eye peeking at me through the gloryhole and two guys leering at me taking raw dick through the open door. The guy fucking me waved them in with his paw and the guys stood on either side of him, tweaking his nipples. 'Harder!,' he shouted. They were really twisting his nipples. I could feel my hole getting more and more wet as his cock was leaking precum into my guts. My top pulled out and flipped me over onto my back. He slid right back in and pistoned away at my hole. He looked down at me and said, 'I'm gonna breed you now.' He didn't ask me, he told me. His pace quickened and he bred me. Load #1 in my hole. From a stranger. He pulled out and one of the guys watching dropped to his knees to clean my ass juice from his cock. The other guy lined up his cock with my cummy hole and slid right in. He was scrawny, almost gaunt, and slipped his dick balls deep in me. His cock was thinner but longer than my first top, who slinked out of the room into the darkness. The guy inside me came, shooting his seed deep into me. He also disappeared quickly. Load #2 in my hole. To be continued…

So after a hard training at the gym, I went back to my friend's apartment, horny as hell. I told him that I needed to get pigged out. He told me that the naked night was good at the Laboratory, so we decided to prepare and go. Before going he wrote on my back with a marker something like "Cumdump" or whatever. Cannot remember. The place is huge....I have no idea about how many people there were inside. A LOT. Aften getting naked, i picked up my popper bottle, and followed my friend....lots of big cocks, many hot guys. Some guys started to follow me, we went to dark area behind the bar where my friend after blindfolding me, told me that all the raw actions was going to happen there, and that i had to make him proud of me. While he was putting me in the fuckbench i could feel hands touching my body...i cannot explain how horny i was. After kissing me, he began to fuck my well lubed hole, calling for the attention of other tops who were gathering up around me. It lasted hours, and for hours I know i was surrounded by cocks. I have no idea how many guys fucked my ass, but in the middle of the night i was feeling kinda exhausted, do i needed to take a small break. My friend did tell me that I was full of cum as I have never been before, but when i arrived to the bathroom i could not believe it....IT WAS SO AWESOME, I had cream everywhere in my ass and legs...i was overflowing. It got me so horny that i immediately came back to the bench. My friend was already there waiting for me there, with a guy who i think he got something like a 11" cock. He licked my creamy butt, and then he begun to pound my ass...i was feeling all the cream jumping from my ass to my back. Serving so many horny men has been so awesome. As i've told you i have no idea about how many people fucked me...but it surely was a lot. My friend told me that i took something around 60 loads. I don't know if it's true....but it's possible, given the amount of people.... If you're looking for pin bottom paradise...this is it. And if you're muscular and young, be assured that you'll come home with cum dripping from everywhere. I remember that when i got home, some cum went throught the jeans...i hope that i didn't leave something on the taxi.

Was a nasty slut this weekend. Went to the local bathhouse Saturday night and got a room. Started off waiting in my room door open for guys to pass by. First load was a hung fat black guy. Lights off except in the hallway so couldn’t see any face. Bred me deep and hard, loved all the grunting using my white cunt. A couple more guys filed in. Met up with a buddy and flip fucked with him for a bit then headed into the public areas. Started playing with him until a crowd formed and we both hopped onto some random cocks. Nice and fat for our prelubed asses. Pretty much continued taking loads all night in the dark room and sauna. Really craving more black cock now. DC based here for anyone interested.

LAST NIGHT/EARLY THIS MORNING -> Steamworks Toronto Hey, fellow bb pigs! After a long hiatus I decided yesterday to immerse myself in the bareback forest by going to Steamworks Toronto (I got there around 8:30 PM). They've changed inside. In all darkrooms I see these long vertical and horizontal shiny strips on the doors and trims. I guess it's to give guys who have trouble seeing in the dim lights. At least these strips were installed tastefully. I was ready having recently got a new haircut, body trim and shave (shaved cock and balls too, ass crack got sugared!), and was clean as a whistle following douching. 1. Within the first few minutes after putting on my jock and lubing my ass with BOY BUTTER (new for me) I got to fuck a guy in the front gloryhole-slurp ramp area-darkroom area. I presented my dick through one of the hole and (wow!) someone on the other side sucked it to get it hard. I love his sucking technique. The otter then turned around to have me fuck him raw. His ass felt just right -- not tight nor very loose. I went next door to where he was and fucked him some more. It was very early in the night. I didn't want to cum just yet. 2. Met some cute young boys who wanted a kiss from me. I don't know why. But it felt GOOD. 3. I got to rim a few great bubble butts. Two guys pushed their cum loads out, so I could taste cum and ass juices together. HEAVEN! 4. I was in the back narrow dark room which has become quite dim after 1-2 AM. I knelt down to suck some cock. This one guy's cock was ready to burst. I sucked him for less than 5 mins. He aimed his cock down after telling me he was about to cum. I changed my position to catch most of it in my mouth. I wonder why he didn't want to bust a nut directly in my mouth. I did ask him to. LOAD #1 - taken. 5. Toward the end of my stay (pushing toward 3 AM) I had a curious young man enter my room as I was taking a pitstop rest. He was very polite. He told me it was his first time time at Steamworks and that he was fed up with guys on phone apps. He wanted to suck daddy cock for real. I was invited him in. GO FOR IT! I asked him what he liked to do. He said he loves sucking cock. I told him I was only in bb sex. He didn't want to be fucked last night. He didn't like to rim older guys; he was ok with being rimmed. Ok, but would he take my cum? He kept sucking and said for me to spray cum ON his face. After fucking a number of guys I had to jerk off more than him sucking me. He was a gentle cocksucker to say the least. It didn't take me long to shoot. What was unexpected was that my young guy not only took my whole load in his mouth but he also licked whenever else the cum landed (my left hand and a bit on my chest). He told me my cum tasted a little sweet. From a guy who told me just to spray his face on the outside to totally gobbling up my cum -- I'LL TAKE HIM AND ANY MORE YOUNGER GUYS! LOAD #2 - given. We exchanged contact info. He told me he wants to meet again in future. 6. I did have to say no to some guys insisting on using condoms. IMHO, bare sex is ALWAYS the preferred norm these days. I had a FUN night.

I first met Guy at a vacant home he was looking after until it sold. It was a huge, luxurious home in Choctaw, Oklahoma not far from a school on Indisn Meridian. A beautiful, large, automatic gate let me into the curved drive. He was waiting inside one of the garages, the door was up. We walked inside into the huge kitchen and open floorplan living and dining room. A massive quartz island with stools was where he leaned back and I worked his nipples till they stood tall and proud. His cock stretched his sweat pants obscenely and I worked his cock till he asked me to get it out. Dropping your my knees, I sucked his hard on, thrusting into my mouth, he moaned repeatedly. I told him I wanted to edge him a while and asked to see the house. He took me through the whole house. Monstrously big master bedroom, easily 1500 square feet, as big as many homes. Multiple exits into a huge back patio with a large pool, a cascading waterfall led down to the pool. I suggested we play there. The house was situated where there was privacy in the backyard, so we took up where we left off, him fucking deeply. My throat opened and I feel his curved cock pushing into it over and over. When he pulls out. It's covered with precum and throat slime. I tried to kiss him, but he said it made him feel funny and wanted no kissing. Ok, but disappointed, i went back to sucking. I got some saliva and precum on my fingers and teased his ass. He spread his legs. My big finger pushed into his very tight ass. That put him over the top as he gasped, his cock pulsed into my throat over and over. His cum was smooth and sweet. Turns out the luxurious home was for sale. He hasn't told me what he does for a living, but I'm thinking something to do with real estate. He's married, fit, and we've met multiple times. I was sad when the luxurious home sold, but we're meeting at my house. Each time, ass play puts him over the top. We are planning on meeting today in harrah, Oklahoma. I'm going to rim him and maybe, if I get him hot enough. Push my thick cock up his virgin ass and force his mouth open for tongue play when I shoot in him.

Moderator's Note: I was unable to fix the post @hamser made above. Here is a repost of the invisible portion. John knew how to follow the rules. Not by the bdsm obedience kind. But the one with the smile of easiness and the feeling of ‘yes, OK I can do it’. He was ready. The moment he stepped into the car I could smell the soap and the smooth lemon shampoo on his hair. I liked it. While I was driving I explained him the set up. Since he had agreed the ‘no buts no ifs’ deal I had to keep my side of the bargain. The ‘no secret agenda’ part. I told him about Mattias and his apartment. That when we ‘ll enter the loft there will be a glass on the front table. He will have to drink the cocktail and then he’ll go to the bathroom to fresh up. I asked him if he wants to be blindfolded. I have to admit that he surprised me by answering me that he preferred not. The trust issues were still there I guess. During the week till his birthday we had to work on that more. Some scars from his own jungle seem to be deeper than I thought. That’s OK. We all need our own time to heal the pain, the loneliness, and the need of self destruction that a cumdump like him - or me- carries. No matter how many smiles… No matter of how self confident we look when we drive our car down the streets of the city, or programming set- ups of gang bangs like the one I have organized for him… still… deep inside, we all are lonely creatures… trying to reach out for deeper understanding… I guess Kate Bush long ago had made a song about this deeper understanding thing. I am not sure if he knows who Kate Bush is. I guess in the soundtrack of the ‘jungle’ Kate Bush’s songs are not included. I put again my father figure mask saying that not him having a blindfold is not a problem, as long as he would put a kind if restrain like the horses do in the races so he won’t look back who is fucking him… “Instead”, I made it easier to him. “You can focus easier to the porn that will be playing in front of you in one of the huge TV sets our host is providing…”. I told him few things about Mattias and his ability to register the points. You have every right to know a thing or two, about the man who will have access to your veins... My father figure trusting voice was doing the work well. He seemed relaxed. In andrelanine of course but still not alarmed. The same mask of ‘yes, OK I can do it’… but with a touch of glow in the deep of the eyes. I explained that there will be a few men coming to the party. All escorts and all bare. “ Some will stay just for a quickie some will stay maybe longer. Some will take chems some might not. But kiddo you will definitely be the center of attention. Its up to the guys if they want to be introduced to you after the fuck or if they want to remain anonymous. I do not share info about their work their profile names or their telephones. I share the loads and that’s it. “No. You don’t have to worry about the cash… I am taking care of this”… I showed him the envelope but I didn’t tell him how many banknotes are in it. He didn’t ask either. What he asked was this: “Why do you do it?“ It was time. It took him more than few months of brief encounters and a night of sharing the sleep to ask his first ever serious question. Until now what ever talk we did, didn’t really include questions. Or at least questions that their answers matter. The ‘no buts and no ifs’ part of the deal, demanded the ‘no secret agendas’ part… Again… Fair enough. We were already there. I could see Mattias building. Downtown is empty at this time of hour. But I couldn’t trust my car at the side of the road. Not in that neighbourhood. When the evening falls and the offices close, the mood of the area changes. It is like if a black veil of sin covers the atmosphere. A smell of urine combined with cheap perfume of junkie whores. Pimps and heroin dealers. No safety net. And not nice to drive a fancy car or carry envelopes with banknotes. Mattias has given me the code for his private own parking lot. I park next to our hosts’ car. But I don’t get out. I turn of the engine and I stay a bit silent. “Why I do this… You see Stephan, I call you Stephan because it is time for truths and Stephan I will tell you the truth at least as far as I can understand my own motivations…. … “In this life we lead, the world with cumdumps, toxic bare loads and chemsex, it is not easy to connect. Not easy to trust. Not easy to stay sober. … “I call it ‘ jungle’… There is no mercy if you show weakness... Big beast eats little beast… There is no tomorrow if you start losing your self. It took me some time to understand what kind of river I chose to cross. And even if I always thought my self as a pretty good swimmer, there were times I felt I was ready to drown by tsunami waves. It is pure luck I just didn’t. But I could. … “You see my friend… the most difficult in this jungle or this wild river, is not the cock, or the sperm, or the chems. The most difficult part is to connect. We avoid to connect. We avoid to be human. Taking the position of exposing the hole as you and I prefer, deep inside we do just that: … “ We disconnect with our humanity… … “At first sight it looks that we are weak. We are holes… useless cunts… We become vulnerable taking random cocks thinking that it is our way to survive in this jungle… “…but weak… sorry, we are not... …. “Some we will survive some we won’t. We play with fate. And the odds are against us. But we still continue playing this losing game. Love is a losing game. How true indeed. Good entry choice for the Dutch in Eurovision by the way… “ He smiled at my last comment. Good. A true queer knows about Eurovision issues. I smiled back. I don’t want him to get too serious and spoil his mood for fun. But I owed him an answer. “And now we are back to your question. ‘Why I do this’… … “I do this because you look like me… few years ago… of course you are better looking than I ever was, definitely more nicer, and for sure friendlier than I will ever become. You are even smart enough to protect your space, and still remain goofy and a bit romantic since you ask strangers to share your sleep and help you fullfill your fantasies…. … “But weak? No, you ain’t... … “I am a bottom. Not a top. I know how you think. I know how your thoughts operate. I used to be like you. In a way, its thrilling for me to share a journey with another cumdump. Cumdumps can be ignorant and possessive. Believe me I’ve been in the jungle way longer than you… “… So my Stephan… I consider you as a challenge. My own tribute to the paths of your destruction. Or salvation… that is up to you… “… Today it is a test. The inviroment of Mattias is one of the safest you will ever encounter. You will deal with professionals. And the chems and the slams that you will be given are going to be first quality…. … “But it won’t be like this next Saturday. It will be darker and seedier and more dangerous… … “I like you. I wish someone like me would come and do the same thing years ago. It would save me from some serious problems. It would put things maybe in another prospective. And maybe change my path of life. But no one did. Or if he did I wasn’t paying attention and I let him go. C'est la vie.. . … “So it is to time for redemption, my friend John… from now on you are not Stephan… ll’ be back to JOHN. So John… … “I do this not because of you. But because of me. It is all about me…” I said and got off the car. He followed. We walked towards the elevator in silence. I called Mattias on his cell. “We are here… “ I said. I opened the door for the elevator. I let him in first. He seemed a bit confused. But the smile was there… “You are good. What’s your job, you said? “ he said with confidence. Back to his old self… I smiled back knowing that my smile has no sweetness or easiness like his. But from time to time it seems to do his job just fine. “I am just a cumdump kiddo… an old beast who knows how to survive in the jungle… “ I answered… And I pushed the button for the top floor. The button had the letter M. “M” I heard John saying. “Like the Fritz Lang’s film… Yes it’s going to be fun… “ I let his comment flow in silence. I made no comment… but deep inside my mask of indeference I smiled…. Damn, that’s why I love the jungle. And its beasts….

I could barely sleep with anticipation last night, knowing that these two guys were working the overnight shift again. I finally dragged myself out of bed at 5:00 and hopped online. Logged into BBRT and sure enough, there was my top from last weekend. "Hey," I wrote. "Remember me?" "Hell yeah," he responded. "Cumming over?" "Give me 15 minutes," I replied, then ran to the bathroom to prep. I checked the site one more time, confirmed that he had replied he'd be waiting, and headed out the door. The same guy was behind the counter when I walked in. This time when he looked up from his phone, he gave me a big grin. "He's waiting for you," he said. "I get sloppy seconds." I had butterflies of anticipation as I opened the bathroom door. Just like last weekend, my top was reclined on the toilet. This time, I took off my pants and hung them from the hook on the back of the door, so I was good and ready for what was about to happen. Then, just like last weekend, I dropped to my knees and began to service him, sliding his cock down my throat until I could tongue his balls. He grabbed my head and slowly pumped his hips up and down, taking full advantage of my throat and causing me to choke and gag and get his cock slick so it would slide into my hole. I was so preoccupied that I didn't hear the bathroom door open, and didn't realize his coworker was standing behind me until I felt the chill of his hand liberally applying lube to my hole. For a moment I was inclined to turn around and ask him if he needed to watch the register, but my top held my head in place as he continued to fuck my throat. A finger slid into my hole, then two. He worked my hole gently, spreading it in preparation for what I desperately hoped would be another giant cock like the one lodged in my throat. I was not disappointed! Smearing some lube on his shaft, the second top positioned himself behind me and I felt the pressure on my hole as he began his assault. I LOVE to be spit-roasted, and this was shaping up to be the best ever! After probing with the tip of his cock for what seemed like an eternity, I felt him begin to slide into my ass. His cock was thick, thicker than I remembered the first guy's being, and in no time my ass was completely full. He grabbed my hips and began to slide in and out, his balls slapping against mine as the first guy continued to hold my head in place and fuck my throat. The guy in my ass finally spoke, addressing the other top. "I wanna switch," he said. "Make him suck his ass off my cock while you breed his ass." Without a word the first top stood, withdrawing his cock from my mouth. They swapped positions, the second guy sitting on the toilet and pointing a thick, veiny nine-incher in my face. It was a thing of beauty, and as I thought it was thicker than the other guy's. After a couple hits from my brown bottle, I took it in my mouth and struggled to work it down my throat. He held my head and helped work it in, and by the time his balls touched my chin my mouth was so full that I couldn't stick my tongue out to lick his balls! Meanwhile, the first guy was on his knees behind me, working my already well-used hole. He grabbed my hips and pounded me relentlessly as I choked and gagged and struggled to breathe around his friend's cock. Then, already worked up from his time in my throat, he announced to his friend, "I'm gonna cum!" "Yeah," his friend replied. "Lube him good for me." The first guy rammed his cock home one final time and held still. I squeezed my sphincter and sure enough, his cock was pulsing against my muscles as he pumped his load deep inside me. He held like that for a moment, then withdrew. Without a word, his friend stood up, positioned himself behind me, and slid in up to the hilt in one motion. He began slamming his cock into my hole, hitting my prostate just right. For the first time ever, I shot a load while getting fucked, all over the bathroom floor. "Aw, fuck yeah!" he cried. "Here it comes!" Sure enough, I felt his cock jerking and pulsing as he pumped my second load of the morning into my guts. Once he finished he collapsed in a sweaty mess on my back, panting. But they weren't finished with me. The first guy stood before me and waiting for his friend to recover, then stand beside him. "Clean us up," the first guy said, shaking his cock in my face. Without a word I complied, taking each cock in my mouth and alternating between them, cleaning all the cum and lube and ass juice off those two amazing cocks. The second guy left the bathroom first, heading back out to make sure there were no customers waiting. The first guy hung back to place my plug, like he did last weekend. "Two loads swimming around in your ass," he said with a grin. "That's a good start to the day!" I looked at my phone as I pulled my pants on. I had arrived at the drugstore a little before 5:30, and it wasn't yet 6:00 am. I thanked him for another amazing time and stepped out of the bathroom. His friend was back behind the counter, looking at his phone. The store was empty. As I walked by, he said, "We're off next weekend, but make sure you come back in a couple weeks. I'm gonna try to get a few more friends to join us." Once again, I shivered in excited anticipation. Something tells me I won't get any sleep a couple Saturdays from now. But no worries. I left the store, drove home and collapsed on my bed, heading off to dreamland fully clothed, with my plug still in place and their loads still deep in my ass.

1. Clint "Are you awake?" Greg asked me softly. "Yeah, I am," I said. His cock was nestled against my ass, and his arm, already wrapped around my chest, sought out my nipple, and began to play with it. "How are you feeling?" he asked me. "Ok, I guess," I said. I was doing only ok; I wanted to never think again, and sleep the rest of the week. "Jason told me to go to practice yesterday. He said it would help." "I know. Nathan told me to work out as well." "I wonder what it would be like if we hadn't done that." "Worse, I'm sure," Greg said. "How are you doing physically? After the weekend?" I laughed. "You mean, how is my ass doing?" "Yeah. Exactly. How many was it?" "Men? or loads?" I asked. "Either. Both." "For the men, you know them. But numbers? Honestly. I lost count. I mean, just starting out, I got at least four loads." Through the effects of the weed, the crystal, the GHB, and the lack of sleep, it was all a blur. But I remembered that seemingly, there was always a cock inside of me. Even when we went to the club, there was always a raw cock inside of me. "At the end," Greg started. His cock pressed against me, desperate to assert its dominance over me. "You were so wet. So open." "I know. It was hard to take you." "It was?" Greg's voice suddenly got softer, more tender. "Yeah. My hole was so damn sore." Greg's cock had been like a burning hot poker sliding into me. Jason had given me a few hits on the pipe before, and I think the thick clouds were the only thing that allowed me to take it. "But you didn't say anything." "I know. I didn't want to deny you," I said. The entire weekend was a bit of a fog, between the drugs, the sex, the men. I remembered finally coming down and being nestled between Greg and Jason, with Greg's cock right up against my hole. I wanted to be with Greg, to be with someone I knew and who knew me. "Really. Boo. You should have said something." "No, it was ok. It was something I wanted to share with you." "And now?" Greg's cock was a titanium rod. It had been nearly two days since he had last gotten any relief, and his balls were filling up with his deadly juice. "You want to fuck me?" "Yeah," Greg replied. "I do." "You want to fuck me with that poz cock of yours?" "Yeah. I want to fuck you bareback. Breed that hot soccer jock butt of yours." "Do you think I'll ever say no to you?" "I think you should. But I am glad you don't." "Breed me," I said. As I reached for the tub of coconut oil Jason had given me, I extracted myself from Greg's embrace, and rolled onto my back. With one arm, I held up a leg, while I smeared some of the thick grease on my hole. It no longer hurt, but I had definitely been fucked hard over the weekend. Greg knelt between my legs, his cock sticking up straight against his flat stomach. "You sure?" he asked, as he smeared some lube on his shaft. It glistened like a deadly snake, poised to strike. "Absolutely sure." My cock was throbbing, and I reached down to play with it. Despite how turned on and horny I was, my cock was remaining defiantly soft. It had been the same way in Palm Springs. Jason had said it sometimes happened in response to crystal. I felt a bit ashamed; the thing that made me a man was missing in action and left me only able to get fucked. "Fuck me. Breed me." "Poz you?" Greg asked. His dick head was now pressed up against my hole. "That too," I said. I released my flaccid shaft and grabbed his waist. I pulled him closer to me. It also forced his cock into me. Luckily, my hole had mostly recovered from the assault over the weekend, and it was not the unpleasant experience I had feared when I first committed to Greg. But, on the other hand, neither was it completely pain-free. Like all good things, getting Greg's load was not going to be easy. "I'm inside you, boo," Greg said. "My raw cock inside your hole." He was smiling widely, ecstatic to be connected with me again. "Hell yeah," I said. Like his uncle, Greg was hung, and his cock was opening me up again. I didn't know if I was smiling in pleasure or wincing in pain. "Give it to me," I said. The line between pain and pleasure was a delicate one, and as Greg began to piston in and out of me, I crossed back and forth between the two worlds. "You want?" Greg asked me. He had reached over and found a bottle of poppers. "Please," I said. He unscrewed the cap, and took a quick hit, before handing the bottle to me. I inhaled deeply, letting the invisible gas fill my lungs. I handed it back to him. He took another long hit, before putting the cap back on and slamming his cock into me. "Fuck," Greg moaned. "You feel amazing." He rested my legs on his shoulders, and bent me over. His face was inches from mine. I craned my neck, reaching up for our lips to meet. He did the same, and in the heat of the popper-fueled euphoria, we kissed deeply. "I want you to be mine. I want you to be my poz man." "Your infected man." "Taking all my loads." "Taking all the loads," I repeated Greg's words back, with such a small, but such an important difference. "Fucking sexy soccer slut," he said, pushing his cock deeper into me. He was dripping pre-cum now. Between the spit we were swapping in kissing, the sweat from our bodies, and the potent pre-cum dripping out of his cock, I couldn't get enough of his fluids. "So many men this weekend." "So many loads," I said. "And now you're in my fucking bed. Taking my dick." I smiled. "Your bed?" I asked. "My bed. And you're fucking me in it." "Our bed?" Greg said, offering a compromise. "And you're marking me?" I asked. "Marking you as mine." "Always," I said. "I'll always be yours." "Always taking my load?" "Hell yeah!" I grunted. Greg held the poppers under my nose once more. I had no choice but to inhale and feel the waves of pleasure washing over me. "Fuck me, man. Fuck me hard." Greg paused his assault on my ass long enough for him to do a hit as well. "You really want it? Really want my poz load up your hole?" "Yeah," I said. "I do." Greg put the cap back on the poppers. "I want it from you." "Me too," Greg said. His face was flushed, as the poppers started to hit him. "I'm getting close," he said. "Don't pull out," I said. I grabbed onto Greg's waist, and pulled him in close. "I want every drop." Greg leaned in to me, his eyes locked onto mine. His breathing was getting shorter, as he edged every closer to the inevitable release. With each stroke of his cock, my hole was also getting hungrier. "Please," I grunted, before he slammed his shaft back into me. "Of course," he said, before shoving his tongue into my mouth. "I'm gonna fill that hole with my poz seed." "Oh yeah," I said. His cock was dripping pre-cum now. "Oh hell," he grunted, and slammed his cock into me. His body convulsed, his dick twitched, and my ass was filled with his thick, toxic seed. "Oh HELL," he grunted again, as another spam racked his body. "Give it to me," I said, as I clenched my ass around his shaft, trying to milk out every drop. Greg had fucked me often enough that his cock was now a familiar presence in my body and his seed was a comforting presence. Other men provided variety and spice, but Greg provided consistency and solidity. "Oh hell," Greg continued. In the middle of his orgasm, deep thought was well beyond his cognitive ability. All he was focused on was the pleasures and sensations from his dick. "Oh hell," he said again, as another spurt of semen landed inside of me. "Every drop," I said. "Don't spare me. You know I want it. All of it." "You're getting it. Every drop." "I want to be like you," I said. "I want to give it to you." We didn't have to talk about what it was. We both knew the gift that he was sharing with me. "I want us to share it. Share a special bond." His orgasm ending, Greg was now able to speak more coherently. "I like it when you cum in me," I said, as the last few drops dripped from his poz rod and into my body. "I like cumming in you." He leaned in and kissed me again. "I really like cumming in you." "Me too," I said, between long kisses. His cock was still buried in my ass. Every once in a while, there would be a residual spasm from the orgasm, just enough to remind me that I was still impaled on his hard shaft. "I love you," he said. "I love you too," I said. "Did you enjoy the weekend?" he asked me. We had barely talked about what had happened. I wasn't even sure I could remember all of the details, and here, the details were exactly how many times I had been fucked me over the course of the 36 hours. "I did. Did you?" "Hell yeah. Seeing you get fucked. Getting inside that sloppy soccer jock butt. Knowing how much you had done. Gets me hard just thinking about it." He wasn't lying. His tool was still nestled inside my hole, and even though it was so soon after he came, his cock was starting to stiffen and lengthen. It felt like it was searching out some vulnerability hidden deep in my body. "I'm glad," I said. "Are we going to do it again?" I asked. "The partying? Or the playing? Or both?" "Both," I said. "Or either." He stared at me, his brown eyes examining my face, seemingly alert for every subtle twitch of my expression. "Yeah," he finally said. "I would. You?" "I would. It felt good to share that with you. To share it with Nathan and Jason." "With Sean? With Vic? Them too?" "Yes, them too." I paused for a moment. I wanted to ask him something else. "Maybe. Next time," I stammered. I didn't want to end the sentence, to learn what Greg would think of me. So, I did the obvious thing, and kissed him. "Next time?" Greg said, as he pushed me away. "You aren't going to get away from that opening with just a kiss." "I dunno," I said. I knew what I wanted to say. But I couldn't bring myself to say it. Luckily, Greg came to my rescue. "So, you want a next time? I mean, partying?" "Yeah," I said. "I do. And I liked it like this time. Some time with a group, but some time alone with you." "Good," Greg said. "I liked sharing you. I liked seeing you go off with my friends, knowing they were going to fill you with their infected cum." He grinned. "And," he continued, "I liked getting fucked as well." "I liked watching you take cock." Greg's cock was now hard once more, and he was starting to slowly pump my ass. The cum he had recently injected into me was lubricating his strokes, making them just bearable. "Would you..." he started, but trailed off before he could complete the sentence. 'Would I?" I parroted his statement back to him. "Would I what?" I tried to imagine what Greg wanted me to do, especially in light of all the things I did over the weekend. It was a short list. "Would you want to play with Doug? I mean, party with him?" "Yeah," I said. "I would. Is he..." I wanted to know if he had converted yet. Or, better, I needed to know. I wanted to be Greg's project, to convert first of all the men he had been fucking. If Doug got it first, I feared that Greg would think we weren't compatible. "Not yet," Greg said. "At least last time we talked. Why? Hungry for more infected sperm?" "Always. You know that." I clenched my hole, feeling Greg's shaft keeping me open. It reminded me just how vulnerable I was around him, although despite our near-constant efforts, I was just as healthy as the day we had first met. "But only you have what I want. What I need. Doug doesn't have it." "I guess we're going to have to keep trying, huh?" "Yeah. I guess so." I didn't tell him how jealous of Doug I was. I didn't mind that he was fucking Doug on a regular basis; I was included in their playtime often enough that it felt more like a team effort than anything else. Besides, I was getting plenty of dick other guys. What I was terrified of, what kept me up in at night, even when I was wrapped in Greg's arms, was what if Doug got infected before I did? "You ok, boo?" Greg asked me. He had noticed my attention had wandered. "Yeah," I said. "I'm fine. Going to be even better when you get me knocked up." "I know. I'm looking forward to it as well." "What if it doesn't happen?" I asked. "I love you," he said. "I love you too." "We have years to make it happen." Greg pushed himself up off my chest. His hard cock was still deep in me; he pulled it out, then pushed it back in. The fluid from his first load squished around inside of me, a deadly mixture of sperm, semen, and virus. "But it's never going to happen if you don't keep taking loads." "Poz loads," I said. "Fucking dirty, infected poz loads." "Like mine." "Being slammed in deep," I said. "Fat, long dicks dripping infected pre-cum." "Like mine," Greg echoed back. "Are you going to breed me again?" I asked. I was hungry for it. My mind was still a bit fogged by the after-effects of the crystal, and I suddenly felt like this was the most important question I had asked Greg. I was almost shaking from the immediate, overpowering fear that he would turn me down. But my dark-haired stud did not fail me. "Yes. Of course I am. Longer. Deeper. Harder." With each word, he took a stroke into my ass, reminding me of exactly my position as the bottom. I gasped, but as Greg continued his relentless penetration and exploration of my hole, I moved past the point of pain, and into pleasure. I was aware of every millimeter of his cock as it explored my body, getting deeper than I thought possible. "Please," I murmured. "Whatever you want. As long as I get your load." "My poz load. You want my diseased spooge, don't you?" "Please," I said. My entire body ached for his cum. "I need it." "You are a hungry stud today," Greg said. "I can feel it inside you. Sucking my cock in deeper. Milking out my pre-cum." He pushed in deeper, smiling as I winced in pain. "Oh, baby," he said, noticing my wince. "You ok?" However solicitous his voice was, I noticed that his cock stayed just as deep in me as ever. "Just a second. Let me get used to it." "Of course. And this never hurts, does it?" He held the bottle of poppers under my nose. It was impossible for me not to inhale the thick chemical aromas. The poppers hit me fast and hard, the sudden rush radiating out from my brain, across my body, and focusing in on my hole. "Keep on taking it. Fucking big hit." "Oh fuck," I moaned. "Oh fuck," I moaned again as my mind exploded into a million different thoughts. "Oh goddamn fuck," I moaned, as my body was racked by spasms of pleasure. "Focus," Greg said, stroking my abs, finding my treasure trail down to my dick. I looked down, expecting to see the soft husk of my dick. However, as Greg's greasy hands ran over it, I was amazed to see it stiff and erect. "Focus on my cock," Greg said again. "Focus on my poz cock. Focus on me dripping deadly pre-cum into you." "Oh god," I moaned. "I want it. Give me your virus." I had just heard Jason talk about spreading the bug when he had been fucking me over the weekend. Memories of those intense two days were coming back to me, albeit blurred by the drugs we had done. The memories were making focus on anything hard. "Just cum in me." "Oh fuck, you want this deadly load, don't you?" Greg had grabbed onto my cock, and was stroking it in synchrony with my own strokes onto his dick. "So fucking hard, getting pounded by my poz cock." "Oh fuck." Greg's hand on my cock had sent another spasm of pleasure through my body, and I was worried I was going to cum far too soon. If I came, I wasn't going to be able to get fucked, and I didn't want to deny Greg the opportunity to breed my hole once more. "Just cum in me. Fucking fuck me up and infect me." "Wanna give it to you," Greg grunted. "Fucking hot bro, you begging for my poz seed. Getting me so damn close." I saw the look in Greg's eyes. Crazed with lust, the animal that all of us possessed was coming out. Once the fierce beast took over Greg's mind, it was only a matter of time before my boyfriend would shoot me full of his toxic waste. I knew how to bring out the beast. "Come on man," I said. "Wanna feel that deadly cum in my hole. Get me knocked up. Get me infected." "You want it?" Greg replied, the beast spreading from his eyes across his face. "Tell me what you want, bro." "I want your sperm. I want you to shoot in me. I want you to breed me with that infected cum of yours." I caught my breath. "I want you to give me AIDS. I want you to be the one that kills me." "Oh hell, bro," Greg said, the sounds almost an indistinct growl. "You're going to get it." The battle against beast had been lost. The man I knew as Greg, my boyfriend, was no longer fucking me. Instead, I was being raped by a totally different, yet strangely familiar Greg. Everything about him was amplified, from his personality to seemingly the size of his cock. I grabbed his head and pulled him to me. "Give me the virus," I said, before jamming my tongue in his mouth. His reaction was immediate; his cock slammed back into my hole. Since the poppers had long worn off, I was barely prepared for the intrusion. I winced and simultaneously tightened my ass around his cock. "Owwwwww," I grunted. "You ok?" I nodded. "Good, because I don't want to stop," Greg said. The animal was still there, still controlling him. He continued. "I'm not going to stop." His hips were slamming against my ass now, each stroke pushing his cock deeper into my body, and his balls closer to releasing their load. "Gonna seed you good. Fuck this virus cum into you." "I'm here to take your infected cum any time you need it. Fuck that poz jizz into me." "Oh yeah," Greg growled. "Oh Yeah," he growled again, this time loud and more intense. "Oh Yeah!," he continued. He was fucking me, and with his fast, deep strokes, I could feel the steady stream of pre-cum, heralding the imminent arrival of his orgasm. "OH FUCK YEAH!" he screamed, loudly enough that I wondered if the other guys in the dorm could hear him. Then he leaned in, and whispered something in my ear. The contrast in loudness only emphasized the sensitive, intimate nature of what he had to say. "I'm going to infect my lover with AIDS." "I'm going to let my poz boyfriend fuck me bareback. And fill me with his dirty cum." I gave him a kiss and his strokes sped up. He was on edge, and I wasn't going to prolong his agony. "Breed me with your poz sperm." "Take it," he said. His body went rigid, as did his cock buried deep in my hole. There was a momentary stillness that engulfed both of us. My tongue in his mouth and his raw cock deep in my guts both stood motionless. But then, the two bombs between Greg's legs exploded. They were each small death factories, constantly pumping out Greg's signature toxic juice. I could feel the explosion travel up his cock, right before it burst into my gut, filling me with the promised second load. "Shoot it in me," I murmured, between frantic kisses. "Take it," he grunted again, as another jet of cum shot out of his dick into my body. He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me tight against his body. I did the same to him. "Take my poz load," he said. We were holding on to each other tightly now, making sure that Greg's deadly spooge was delivered deep into my body. Even if I had wanted, there was no way I could escape being impregnated. "Please," I said. His cock was white-hot poker in my guts and his cum barely quenched the burning. But the pain didn't matter. It was a price I gladly paid for Greg, for having this amazing man fuck me, for him showing how much he cared about me. "I want it." "Take it," he said, one last time. His thrusts were slowing down and were no longer quite the visceral, animal acts. The beast was receding, and the man I knew was returning. "Let me fill you up." "Let me carry your loads to class today." "I love my loads inside you." "I love your loads inside me," I said. There was that particular post-orgasmic happiness engulfing the two of us. Greg's cock was still deep in my body and his cum was now being absorbed and becoming a part of me. There was a peace between us; Greg had accomplished his essential mission of breeding my hole and with the insistent distraction of his cock out of the way, other topics could be considered. Greg wrapped his other arm around me, pulled me even tighter, and rolled over. He made it seem effortless, although it was an expert move to do, keeping his cock inside of me. "What about you?" he asked me, reaching down for my dick. It was still hard, and with his touch, I realized just how horny I was. "Your turn. Stroke that boy cock for me. Shoot your load." "Boy cock?" I asked, grabbing it and stroking it. "It's not as big as yours, I know. But hardly a boy cock." Greg laughed. "A man's cock shoots charged up sperm. A boy's cock shoots blanks." For a moment, I saw the man Greg would become. It was an echo of Nathan, but hardly a reflection. My dick twitched in response. More than anything else, I wanted to be with this man, and at that moment, with his cock deep inside me, we were as close as two men could get. As I rode his still-hard cock, I stroked my dick. "Oh god," I moaned. "I'm going to cum." "Fuck yeah, Clint," he said. "All over my chest. Shoot that cum on me." "Oh god," I grunted again. Greg's cock was deep in my ass. Every move I made reminded me of how tender and used my hole was, but yet, I could hardly stop myself from fucking myself on his manhood. "Oh god," I said as my balls clenched tight. "Oh GOD," I said, passing the point of no return. An arc of white jizz shot out of my cock, over Greg's chest, and landed on the pillow next to his head. "Come on," Greg said. "Shoot it." The next spurt wasn't quite as powerful, but it was larger. The spurt landed on his chest, a long white line starting just below his shoulder and ending at the base of his pec. Several more followed in quick succession, covering Greg's torso with my thick white sperm. "Fuck, that's nice," Greg said, as he scooped up some of my cum and licked it off his fingers. "So fresh. So pure." "You need to fix that." "I know. I'm trying. You're trying. It will happen." Greg wiped up more of my cum and let it drip into his mouth. "That was hot," I said. "Yeah, it was." He let his fingers drift across my torso, following the contours of my muscles and eventually landing at my cock. "So hot to think about infecting you." "And afterwards? Find a new model?" "Of course. For both of us to infect." "I want that. A lot." "Me too," Greg said. "So, you up for a weekend with Doug?" "Fucking?" I asked. "Partying?" "Both," Greg said. "A lot of both." "Yeah," I said. "You thinking this weekend?" "I am." "Not a lot of time," I said. "For?" "You to convert me." "Or for Doug to get puzzled up." "Yeah. But now, I can't decide which I want." "How so," Greg asked. "If I want Doug to be poz and fuck me. Or for me to be poz and fuck Doug." "There's a third option," Greg said. "Both of you poz and fuck me." "There is that," I said. I collapsed on top of Greg. My cum squished between us as we kissed deeply.

BLACKMAILED FOR MY ASS Dan was a nice guy that I met online. He’s ‘straight’, married to a woman who was at work too much, and wanted to dip his toe in the guy pool. That’s where I come in. After chatting online for a couple of weeks, his wife went out of town to visit her mother in another city. This left him with the house to himself to finally play and indulge in the fantasies he’d been getting off to for who knows how long. I’m no model pin-up or anything, but some people think I’m attractive. And I’ve got a great, fuckable ass that would never turn down a load. From the pictures Dan had sent me, he’s about ten years older than my 45, more of a Daddy, and attractive in his own way. Not all burly or buff, just a regular guy with slightly thinning hair and a slightly thickening middle. But that’s okay. It was his dick I was interested in, anyway. The rest never mattered much to me. I arrived at his place as planned and ready to play. I wasn’t in the mood to waste time, so as soon as I got in the front door, I dropped to my knees and fished his cock out of his shorts -even before he got the door closed! He was a little panicked at that, but also surprisingly turned-on. Maybe he had a little voyeur in him just aching to get out. I sucked him to hardness and then he was ready to fuck. Neither of us was in the mood to waste time, apparently. I was liking him more and more. We’d talked about condoms already and I told him I don’t like them. Well, more than that -I wouldn’t accept them. If he wanted to fuck me, he would have to do it raw or not at all. He’d been stuck using condoms on his own wife for years, so he was kind of eager to fuck someone without. Lucky me. Especially with the choice piece of meat he had swinging between his legs. The perfect size for me, really. Not too big, not too small. A decent thickness that you can no doubt feel but won’t be destroyed by upon first entry. I’d already lubed a little at home in hopes that he would want to just get down to the deed, so right there in the entry way, he spun me around and placed my hands up on the wall like I was a perp and he’s a cop about to frisk me. He did feel me up and down while I was in this position, but when he got to my lower half, he yanked my nylon trackies down to my ankles, exposing my bare butt in nothing but a jock strap. I heard him make an approving growl in his throat, and then seconds later his fat cock head was pressed against my opening. I hadn’t been fucked in a while, so I knew it might be a little rough getting started. I closed my eyes and tried to think relaxing thoughts, willing my hole to relax and open up naturally for him. This actually does work for me, and it did now. It’s like easing the tension from your shoulders, only with my butt hole. I felt myself relax and then like magic my hole just yawned open and his cock slowly slid a couple of inches in. “Jesus!” he hissed. “It’s like your hole is eating me up! Fucking unreal!” I felt it, the minor discomfort of taking someone in me after so long without, but it felt so damn good, all I could do was moan. He moaned his appreciation, too. And then he slowly sank the rest of his shaft in me until he was balls deep. He held there for a moment, reaching around and pinching my nipples, which got my hole fluttering over his cock. I guess that was the signal he needed to move, so he started rutting his hips, lightly smacking my butt cheeks with his abdomen with every sharp thrust. His strokes lengthened, and turned more frantic. Before long Dan was slamming full length in and out of me, his hands gripping my hips tightly, while we stood in the entry way of his house, grunting and groaning like animals rutting in heat. It was fucking awesome! “I . . . I don’t think I’ll last much longer,” he panted. “Do it, cum in me!” I yelled. More like begged, really. “Yeah? You like getting bred like a little whore?” he snarled in my ear, which really only turned me on more. He hadn’t said much of anything through the fuck, but this slightly rougher side was fucking hot. And when we’d been chatting online, I told him I liked to be called names and stuff while getting pounded, but at the time he didn’t seem all that into it. Glad I was wrong about that. “Fuck yeah!” I shouted. “I love getting bred! Cum in me!” I felt like a man possessed, but it was more like an addiction -I needed his seed swimming in my guts. “Take it, pig! Take my load up your whore ass!” he growled. I leaned my forehead against the wall, removed my hands from the wall and reached behind me to pull his hips flush against my ass so he was buried as deep as possible. I held him there for a moment, rippling my hole over the length of him, practically siphoning the seed straight out of his balls. That pushed him over the edge, he pulled back and slammed extra hard and extra deep, his arms wrapped around me so tight I could barely breathe while his balls emptied into my willing hole. I was in heaven once again. That moment is always heaven to me. He was breathing hard, his forehead resting on the back of my neck, as he collected himself and slowly withdrew his softening cock from my happy hole. I turned around to thank him but before I could utter a word, he reached up and grabbed hold of my face, pulling me into a passionate kiss. He’d made such a point of being a ‘straight’ married man, I never expected he’d want to kiss me, but kiss me he did! When we came up for air, I must have looked confused, because he said, “I just had to kiss you. That was the best fuck I’ve ever had. I couldn’t help myself. I just . . . I just needed to kiss you. Your ass is fucking amazing.” He was breathing hard and smiling wide. I’d done my job. We had agreed that our first meet would be brief, so we could feel comfortable, and also leave us wanting more. So I began to slowly dress myself, clenching my hole tight so I didn’t lose a drop of his cum. Once fully dressed, he kissed me again, and then I was on my way. He texted me later to thank me again, and to set up another fuck -soon! Over the next couple of days we swapped messages, just flirting until I could get over there again. But on the second day, I was at home later that night, and I got a strange message from him. Might be in trouble here, not sure how we should proceed. Ominous, right? I text him back, What’s wrong? The wife back in town? His reply was, My next door neighbor apparent heard us fucking, and saw us through the front window. He said if I didn’t want my wife to know, I had to let him fuck you the next time you come over. And he thought this was a problem? The more the merrier! What pig would ever turn down extra loads? I quickly sent a message back, telling him it was more than fine and to not even worry. What I didn’t know is that his next door neighbor had secrets of his own. Secrets that would change my life forever.

There used to be an ABS in Eindhoven (NL) that had a room of booths. There was one larger booth with a seat for two, four private booths and two cabines of two booths connecting, divided by a wooden wall with a gloryhole. On the wall was a case with the dvd's playing in the channels in the booths. While there was a sign that said you weren't allowed to cruise there, men were always waiting for others there. I always walked trough the rooms once, checking if someone was using the gloryhole booths and than I'd examine the movies that were playing, waiting for someone to show up. I prefer older stocky men, ages 50 and up. Oh yeah, and top. I want to be the one sucking cock. But beggars can't be choosers. This one time there was this man, who was already wandering around the booths when I came in. It's hard to describe him, he was really average, mid forties I guess. He was't my type though. As always I was walking past the gloryhole booths, looking if one was occupied. Since none were I walked towards the dvd covers, pretending to look at what was showing but of course just waiting for other visitors. The man was looking at me. Since I was still a twentysomething it wasn't hard for me to find men who wanted me. "Want to join me in the large booth?" he asked. I turned around -my throat was dry- "no thanks" I replied. "I'll suck your cock" the man added and he visible was pinching his crotch, I just shook my head. If he had said he wanted to get a blowjob I might 've considered, but i wasn't interested in getting sucked my self. I wanted to be the one on my knees. "Are you sure? I'll do it good." he added. Men who can't accept no are such a major turnoff. This time I just ignored him and stared at the wall with dvd's again. I began to doubt, whether to stay or go. I really didn't want that man keep bothering me, but I didn't want to leave yet either. Lucky for me another man entered the ABS. Even better was that he didn't waste much time cruising. He entered a gloryhole cabine. The first man obviously wasn't interested in the new guy. He stood right beside the door to the empty booth connected to the booth the new guy was in he but didn't enter. Not wanting to wait for someone else I decided I would enter the otehr gloryhole booth. I walked past the man and entered the booth. This booth however had a shitty lock. I wasn't able to lock it and I didn't want to look stupid and try too hard. I sat down and began looking trough the gloryhole. The other guy had started a movie, while I was too cheap to pay for one. I opened my pants and began playing with my cock, stil looking trough the hole. The other guy also took his cock out. Well this was the moment of truth. Checking is he wanted to get sucked. I crouched in front of the hole, put my finger trough and winked for his cock. The anticipation of cock and the raunchy booth made my cock hard. Suddenly my door squeaked. Annoying man was peeping in my booth. Can't a guy have a little privacy when he wants to suck some stranger's dick? I wanted to get up and close the door again, but that's when a cock came trough the hole. I looked at the fleshy treat in front of me. This is what I came for. At first I stroked the cock a bit, then gave a little kiss on the head, a little lick and than really took it in my mouth. "So you wanted to suck cock eh" a voice behind me said. "You little slut" the peeping man continued. He opened the door even more, looking at me sucking. "Yeah suck his cock boy, suck it" he encouraged me. It sounds a lot hotter than it was to me at the moment. It was kinda nasty that I was being watched while having a strange man's penis in my mouth, yet it was also a nuisance that he was invading my booth. "I should've known you were a cocksucker. Want to suck my cock too?" The man asked and took out his cock. I didn't know what to do. Again it was a hot situation, two cocks for me, but I also was kinda yellow. I just kept sucking the cock through the hole. The man at the other side of the wall pulled back his cock and replaced it with his finger. He wanted to suck me. It's only to polite to give some cock back, so I pushed my thin cock trough the hole. With my pants on my ankles the man in my booth had a good view on my ass. "Ah you do like getting sucked eh boy" The man said "Mmm I like your butt too" and he started fondling my ass. This actually turned me on more than the blowjob I was receiving. The man licked his fingers and began rubbing between my cheeks. "That's a nice smooth pussy you have there" praising my shaven ass and he pushed against my puckered hole. He quickly retracted his fingers and used some more spit to lubricate my asshole. The man took a step towards me, standing against my back, pinning me against the wall. "You like this too?" and without waiting for an answer he shoved his cock in my ass. Goddammit the nerve of that guy. This was practically rape. And yet my dick was harder than ever. Somehow this surprise buttsex turned me on. Didn't I secretly crave to be used like this? It was also my first raw experience. His cock slipped pretty easy in my rectum and the bare flesh felt so much better than with a rubber. "Damn, you have a nice hole. Oh yeah" the fucker moaned. That's when I was about to cum. Not from the blowjob, but because of the cock violating me. The decent thing to do is warn the guy at the other side by pulling back your cock. But I couldn't, not with the man pushing me against the wall when he was pumping his cock in my bowels. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming" I said, and shot a copious amount of cum in the other guys mouth. "Yeah cum, cum for me" my fucker said in my ear. After I cum I lose my lust. Usually I clean up and leave. This time it wasn't possible, not with someone dicking me. My penis was shriveling back to it's limp dicklet size. I heard the guy at the other end leaving his booth. The man fucking me was breathing heavy now "I want to cum too. I want to cum too" he told me. I felt so stupid, so ashamed to be trapped in the booth, my forehead against a cumstained plywood wall, pants down, shriveled dick trough a hole and some bastard raping me. And I sure as hell didn't want him breeding me. "No, no" I pleaded "Not without a condom". "Too late boy" he answered "I'm going to cum in your ass. You goddamned cocksucker, sucking dirty cock from strangers, offering your ass to me. The man was really horned up now, insulting me as he violated me "Take it slut, take my cum" and he took one final trust in my ass and blasted his jizz in my bowels. The man was breathing in my ear. Exhausted of his cumshot. He took a step back and his cock slid out of my creamed hole. I just stood frozen. "Hope to see you again sometime" was the last thing the guy said before he zipped up and left the booth. And then I was alone. Still pretty thunderstruck. The cum trickling down my leg reminded me of the bare fuck I just received. Was I raped? Did it matter, like I would tell anyone I come to these places.

Met a guy to give him a deepthroat blowjob today. He wanted it anonymous with little talking, and I was totally game for that.He was small at first but definitely a grower after he went down my throat for a few thrusts! What intrigued me is that I kept hearing him on this phone type and the typical GrindR notification noise popping up constantly. At some point he held my head still and took a picture of me sucking him and I assume sent it to some guy. Then he innocently asked to see my ass, and started pressing his cock against it, and without even asking started fucking me. I did not expect that at all, as I was in the mood to just give a simple blowjob tonight, but I went with it. He fucked me for a few minutes then withdrew and ordered me to suck him again. Now I've never done ass to mouth before but I again just went with it and followed his orders. He told me to lie down and started fucking my throat pretty deep and I gagged quite a lot. Then the unexpected happened, I heard him call someone, and he was talking with another guy about how he was getting sucked and fucking a bottom boy right now. Then I realized he was on video cam because he told the other guy to look at me sucking. The fact that he didn't even ask me for permission made it even hotter. He went back after a bit to fucking me and was showing it to the dude on video. I was getting fucked raw by a complete stranger blindfolded and he was broadcasting it to another complete stranger. I think they were trying to cum at the same time because he kept asking the other guy if he was close. He asked the other guy where he wanted him to cum, and the other guy asked him to cum on my face and mouth as he wanted to see him cum. A few minutes later he came a huge load flying over my face and in my mouth, and asked me to show the cum in my mouth to the other dude. And they came at the same time and hung up almost immediately. This was a first to me on many levels - never been made to do ass to mouth, and never had pics or even a whole video taken of me being used, especially when we were planning for just a blowjob. The best part? My guy was asking the other if he wanted to fuck me, and the other was like fuck yeah. When he left he told me they're going to organize something to both use me another time, and I'm very much looking forward to my first 3some!

**Like I said, I'm only doing a couple more chapters so this one is quite longer than I intended, but it has the good stuff that I wanted. Enjoy!** CHAPTER TWO That weekend Dan and I had scheduled our next fuck session, planning for a much longer play time this time around. We’d had days of waiting, and now that he got his first taste of hot male butt, his dick was apparently constantly hard as memories of being sunk in me played on a loop in his mind. Good. That means he isn’t as upset about sharing me as I first thought. I wasn’t sure if his neighbor would actually be there this weekend, but I arrived with that exciting thought in mind. I’d never been treated like property before and it turned me the fuck on. The idea of getting passed back and forth between these two guys was like one of my wet dreams come true! And I didn’t even know anything about this neighbor, only that he apparently thought it was okay to blackmail his neighbor for a piece of ass. That should have been disturbing to me, but it wasn’t. Again, it only turned me the fuck on. When I arrived, Dan pulled me in the house quickly and slammed the door shut, but not in haste to get in me as I thought. He was looking sort of frantic and concerned as he dragged me over into the living room. “We don’t have much time ‘til he gets here,” he practically whispered to me. “Are you sure you’re okay with doing this? I never imagined having you come over the other day would put you in this situation. I don’t know how I’d handle the wife finding out, but you shouldn’t feel responsible. I can’t let you do this.” His concern really was sweet, but he obviously had no clue about the world of greedy sex pigs. Okay, so I had the greedy part down, but I was new to being a sex pig. For most of my adult like, I’ve been more reserved. Recently I just started to ask myself, “What for?”. Like, who am I saving myself for? I’ve always had the urge to get used by a lot of men, but always fought it. Not anymore. I took his face in my hands to get him to focus on me as I told him, “Dan, relax. I can handle it. You might think that a lot of the stuff you’ve seen online is just acting, but I can assure you that there are plenty of us who will happily take loads from whoever is offering. This neighbor of yours is just a bonus, so don’t worry. Everything will be fine.” Little did I know . . . Seconds later a loud pounding came from the front door and Dan looked stricken again as he went to answer it. He returned to the living room with a man who was taller than his six feet by about three inches, but where Dan is getting on the thicker side, this guy was rail thin. The pronounced bulge in his pants captured my attention and made me forget to give him a closer look. My mouth was watering and my hole was already yawning open all on it’s own. Dan looked resigned as he quietly said, “Chris, this is my neighbor, Steve. Steve-” “Pig,” Steve interrupted, like he spat the word out. “I think I’ll call you pig,” he said, his tone ominous and predatory as he glared into my eyes. I’d never seen such intensity before. It wasn’t passion. It was something else, something almost sinister. It made me both uncomfortable and horny at the same time. I’d always been drawn to men who looked sort of mean or hard or dangerous (though I never acted on it), and that’s what was radiating off of Steve. I could tell that Steve was going to be the Alpha in this situation as Dan was still sort of cowering, looking like he wanted to be anywhere but here. However, Steve wasn’t going to let that happen. “Dan, why don’t you take first crack at that ass while the pig gets me hard and wet. My dick is a lot bigger than yours, so I’d like a load in there before I destroy his hole,” Steve said, sounding oddly playful. As if it wasn’t obvious that Dan was anxious about this entire situation, I had to work to get him hard enough to fuck me. This should have been turning him on more, not less. Either way, I got him hard while sucking him, as Steve stripped out of his shorts. Once Dan got his cock head in my warm hole, his nerves seemed to vanish. What man could possibly concentrate on worries when their dick is buried deep in a hungry hole? Dan held my hips and pumped away at my ass using a steady pace, while I was bent forward and working Steve’s mammoth cock. It was the hugest slab of man meat I’ve ever seen. Thick as my forearm and probably as long, too. He wasn’t kidding about destroying my hole. I should have been scared, but something told me this man was going to give me the fuck of a lifetime. Steve’s precum was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted. It had a perfect balance of sweet and salty that made me sort of hope that he would cum in my mouth so I could swish a good mouthful of his seed around my taste buds. But I really wanted to feel Steve in my ass. I have to admit that I’m a bit ashamed. I was so consumed with my thoughts of what Steve was doing to do to me that I wasn’t giving my all to Dan. I was just a hole standing in front of him that he was pumping away. From his soft grunts I guess he was enjoying it anyway, but I know that I could have put much more enthusiasm into that fuck. But something about Steve had me almost hypnotized. Moments later Dan grunted, “Ready for my load?” I yanked my head back off of Steve’s cock and yelled, “Fuck yes! Breed me!” before going back to sucking Steve. It only took about five more thrusts before Dan buried himself balls deep in me and I felt his cock twitching as he unloaded his seed in me. Fuck, that feeling never gets old. And now that he was finishing, I was eager to give Steve a try. I knew that even with Dan’s load coating my ass walls, it was going to be a very tight fit getting Steve’s huge dick up my ass. But I have always loved feeling stretched beyond my capacity, so I knew I would be getting some delicious pain/pleasure soon. Little did I know . . . Once Dan had extracted his softening cock from my now-sloppy hole, I stood and stretched out my back. My eyes were still practically glued to Steve’s enormous dick and I wondered how I would ever fit that in me. I’ve seen videos about fisting before, and I imagine taking him in you would be like that. But I’ve never even come close to trying to get fisted. How the hell am I going to manage it? And yet there was still a pull, a need in me. Now that I’d seen his cock, I just couldn’t turn him away. I had to have him. More like him having me, really. I didn’t think I had much say in the matter anymore. Steve stood back and leered at me while he slowly stroked his cock -that hung practically down to his knees! Not quite, but it was damn close. Now I was feeling more frightening than horny. There really is no way I can take him. As panic was starting to grip me, Steve released his cock and reached out to grab me by the throat. Not enough to cut off my air entirely, but it was a firm grip that told me to pay attention. “There’s no going back, pig. We’ve got an arrangement.” He glanced from me to Dan and then back to me before he said, “Let’s go over to my place. I’ve got a better set-up and . . .” he paused to glance around the immaculate living room, “I wouldn’t want to make a mess in here. And trust me, things are going to get messy.” Steve turned at the doorway of the living room and said, “Grab your shit,” before heading down the hallway away from the front door. I scrambled to gather my clothing but didn’t take the time to actually redress, while I heard Dan pulling his clothes back on and follow behind me. As I headed down the hall in the direction Steve went, I realized that he wanted us to cut through the back yard into his yard, so I didn’t worry that I was completely nude. “Are you sure about this?” Dan asked in a loud whisper. We were at the back door when I looked back at him. “Look, I don’t want to cause trouble for you. And, anyway, he seems pretty determined. I’ll just go along with it. If I really don’t feel comfortable, I’ll get out of there. Besides, what’s he going to do? It’s his word against yours,” I told him before rushing through the yard, through the adjoining gate, and through Steve’s open back door. Steve waited for me just inside the open door. He’d removed his tee shirt, revealing his skinny body. I’ve always been thin and hated when people called me skinny, but this guy was skinny. As in skin and bones. He had a bunch of tattoos on his torso that I hadn’t seen with the shirt on. Some of them were kind of muddled looking, while others stood out clearly. I assumed that they held some meaning to him. He must have been a scientist because some of them looked like chemical symbols. I heard Dan enter behind me and saw Steve’s posture stiffen. Looking up at his face, he was frowning, too. “You might not want to stick around for this part,” he told him. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Now I was getting scared, no doubt about it. What the fuck have I gotten myself into? I thought I was just going to have a little extra fun, get an extra load, and head home a happy boy. Now I didn’t know what to expect. I looked at Dan who looked really worried for me. He gulped anxiously in that way that told me he was really worried what he’d gotten us both into. Being a genuine guy, he probably felt like shit for getting me caught up in all of this. His eyes darted around a little but finally met Steve’s. He cleared his throat and said, “I’ll stick around to make sure he’s ok.” His voice was a little uncertain, but he was clear that he was going to stick by my side, which went a little to reassure me. Steve scoffed and said, “Suit yourself. But stay the fuck out of my way. The pig is mine now.” Well, his stern voice was night and day compared to Dan’s. Steve left no doubt that he was getting things done his way. Surprisingly, Steve held my hand as he walked me down a short hallway to a door that led to the basement. As he took the stairs, I couldn’t help but wonder why people always had their sex rooms in the basement. Yes, there was something sexy about it. But when you were in a situation like the one I was currently, it was more terrifying than sexy. Visions of serial killers were dancing through my head! The twisted thing was that as I was having these thoughts, Steve was cackling to himself ahead of me. What the hell was he laughing at? Or did I just say all of that out loud? Holy shit! He didn’t say anything, though, until we were standing in the middle of the open concept play room. Dan had paused at the bottom of the stairs, looking completely torn. It was sort of nice that he felt responsible for me, but there really was nothing he could do, so I didn’t bother to try and reassure him. How could I reassure him when I was terrified myself? “Leave your clothes in the bin over there,” Steve instructed, gesturing over to an empty basin on the floor next to the stairs. “Then get that ass up on the fuck bench. You’ll be more comfortable there than if you were standing the entire time.” How nice of him to take that into consideration. Not! He was going to be stuffing that mammoth cock into my tight hole -nothing about this was going to be comfortable! I did as I was told, almost like I was in some kind of haze, or hypnotic suggestion. I could have easily just taken my clothes and run back up the stairs. And yet, here I am, cock fully hard, my heart pounding in my chest, and my hole feeling . . . dammit! My hole was aching to be stuffed FULL! There is no doubt that he will stuff me full. I did as I was told and before I knew it, I was kneeling on the fuck bench, and surprised that I was comfortable this way. There was no strain on my back or legs, and I could just relax. Hopefully I could relax enough to take him into me without doing any permanent damage. He didn’t waste any time either. As I was discarding my clothes and getting into position, he was walking around the room, flipping switches, turning on lights and cameras and monitors playing bareback porn. I had no idea what he planned to do with the cameras, well, obviously I did, but what would he do with the video? Sell it? Post it online? Bloody Hell! And by the time I was situated, he had everything right where he wanted it. And then he was on me. No preamble. One second nothing, and the next I felt his hands on my ass, one hand on each cheek, pulling me wide open. And then I felt his enormous cock head at my opening. Oh fuck, this is it. Relax, breathe, relax, clear everything else away, I told myself in a desperate attempt to will my hole open so that I didn’t get ripped to shreds. My mind closed nearly everything else away, except for Steve and my pig hole. I didn’t think about any other part of my body, just my vulnerable opening and the massive meat dong that was insisting on entrance. I could hear the sounds of raw sex filling the room from the sound system attached to the monitors displaying breeder sex videos. That helped put my mind in the right place. I couldn’t see the monitors, but I could picture assholes gaping open and swallowing cocks, swallowing their loads. As I did so, my hole yawned open and I felt Steve begin to slide in. “Shit, you are a fucking whore!” he laughed as he sunk into me. “Look at you taking that cock. I’m not even pushing and your fucking pig hole is just eating me up. You want what I got, dontcha, pig?” he laughed sinisterly. My hole might have yawned open and allow entrance, but that didn’t mean I was wide open and gaping. He made it a couple of inches in and then stopped, allowing me to breathe and try to adjust. It was still quite a shock to my system. Before I got back into that mindset, Steve slammed full length into me, balls deep in one hard thrust! I felt my entire insides split apart from the sudden invasion and I howled in pain. That explains why play rooms are in basements -so the neighbors can't hear! Normally if there’s some pain during a fuck, I just grin and bear it. This wasn’t just pain, though. I felt like someone just rammed a telephone pole up my ass, I’d never been so full or so violated. Violated, that’s a good word for what I was feeling. And yet, the stupid thing is . . . somehow I was turned on during it all. I could feel my cock throbbing beneath me, trapped between my stomach and the padded bench. It’s almost like another aspect of my personality came out with extreme pain like this, a part that reveled in it. Because apparently I was, as I suddenly found myself shoving back onto Steven’s hard monster cock. “Look at you, fucking pig! Riding this cock even though I just busted you open good!” he snarled, so impressed and amused by my behavior. “You can’t see it, pig, but you will when you watch the video. Your ass is lubing my big dick up nice and slick with all of that blood.” Blood? Hell! Bloody Hell! He really had done some damage. So why was my ass feeling greedy, still? Steve took hold of my hips and pumped away, my hole destroyed and slackened enough that he could just ride me. Especially with the combination of his precum, Dan’s load, and my own ass juices and blood slickening his ride. I could feel all around my ass and down my legs were wet as he continued to rape my hole. I knew it was blood. There was no way Dan bred me that much or Steve could precum that much. So why the hell am I still turned on by this fuck? Am I sick? I’m a sick fucker for loving the fuck this man is giving me. I’ve never done anything like this before, nothing ever this extreme. Steve power-fucked my ass for what felt like another hour, but was probably another fifteen or twenty minutes. Then he slowed and lowered himself down onto me so his stomach was flush with my back. He brought his head down next to mine on the left and whispered into my ear. “So, the pig is enjoying the ride, I take it?” his gravelly voice rumbled sexily. “Good thing ‘cause you’re not getting out of here until I’ve gotten all I want from you. Or, should I say, given you all I want to give you,” he chuckled. “What . . . what do you mean?” I asked, feeling a sudden surge of panic again. “You’re not leaving here without my AIDS, pig,” he snarled into my ear. AIDS?!? What the fuck? I was suddenly thrashing against him, whimpering, trying to get Dan to come and get this sick fuck off of me. I could hear struggling and Dan was trying to get Steve off of me. He didn’t know what Steve had told me but it must have been quite clear that I wanted to go. “Back the fuck off, Dan, or your wife gets a phone call at her mother’s house tonight,” Steve bellowed, and then the room fell silent, except for the porn playing in the background. It’s not like they could have been fighting much, given that Steve was still buried balls-deep up my ass, but whatever struggle they got into ceased and I heard Dan walk away. Quietly, he said, “Chris, I’m sorry. I didn’t know this would happen,” and then he disappeared up the stairs. I felt Steve lean down next to my ear again and in a sexy whisper, he said, “Thank fuck, I thought he would never leave. Now we can have some real fun. You want that, don’t you, pig?” Why did my body respond to this man who had literally destroyed me? I had never been so turned on in my life, and this man just told me he was going to give me AIDS! What the hell is wrong with me? “You want it, I know you do,” he chuckled into my ear before he pushed himself back up to standing. “Are you ready for your first load of AIDS cum, pig?” he asked loudly. “Fuck yes! Give it to me!” I heard my own voice yelling. Fuck, I really am a sick fuck. Then again, I’d just been thinking he was a sick fuck, too, so maybe we were more compatible than I thought. I was so inexperienced with sex outside of vanilla, this was all so new and exciting, I couldn’t deny that I wanted to delve deeper. “Here it comes, fucking whore! Take my HIV! Take my AIDS!!!” he yelled at the top of his lungs as his balls erupted and blasted my shredded insides with scalding hot high viral cum. I’ll admit it stung like a bitch, but somehow I got a perverse thrill from that. I just didn’t know my own mind anymore. As his cum began to shoot into me, I felt my own cock going off below me as a pool of my semen spread out between me and the bench. I felt like such a pig. And I loved every second of it. Steve yanked his dick out of my ass, causing me to yell out in pain and shock. He stepped back and appeared to marvel at the mess he’d made of me. I glanced over my shoulder back at him and could see my reflection in a large mirror on the wall behind him. My entire backside and the backs of my legs were streaked with blood. I hadn’t just gotten a tiny tear. I was bleeding. Not gushing or requiring medical attention. I don’t think, anyway. But there was an alarming amount of blood. “We’re off to a good start, pig,” Steve told me, sounding kind of proud and not nearly as scary as he had before. “You up for it?” I really didn’t want to be up for it. I really thought I should say something like, “Go fuck yourself you sick fuck!” and take my damaged ass to the nearest hospital for some stitches and some PEP. That’s not what I said, though.

I enjoyed this one - title says it all: https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/cumdump-taking-loads-at-outdoor-cruising-38075361

For me what usually does the trick is taking pure for men, keeps me regular no matter how much I’m being used

It is indeed heaven, been there a couple of times and the amount of men and fucking going on is overwhelming at first! But then my bf started operating my ass and all hell broke loose ?

I use pure for men daily to keep myself in check, also drink lots and eat healthy so I’m fairly regular, plus most days I start with a quick douche so I’m good to go all day for quick fucks (even deep ones thank to PFM) for the longer gang fucks I try to eat lightly the day and have a longer deeper douche couple of hours before, then I use toys to make sure I’m clean and no residue water is in the system. So far I haven’t had any issues and I love tasting my ass juices when men allows me to clean them off (big fan of ass to mouth here lol)

Breeding Boyfriends Club I was out for some beers after work with one of my colleagues and my new assistant. My boss, Patrick, is older, early 50s, and smoking hot, recently divorced, newly out, and playing the field with a few casual dates here and there. My new assistant, Alex, is late 20s, latin, short, and adorably ripped. We were chatting out about dating and I told them things were fine if not just a touch stale with my boy. My assistant winked suggesting he knew a way to liven things up. He mentioned that he and his ex had gone on PrEP and went to a club where every week a circle of guys offered up his boyfriend to get fucked by the guys in the club, preferably raw. I dropped my jaw not at the idea of Alex sharing his boyfriend raw, but that he acted like it wasn’t a big deal. Meanwhile, I was getting hard under the table. He explained that the move for the new job, and not having health insurance for the next three months until our plan kicked in, he’d gone off PrEP and was hornier than ever. My boss hadn’t said anything since Alex had told us about the club. He cleared his throat, and said he and one of the guys he was casually seeing would love to start something like that. Patrick confessed to us that he really got off on sharing his boyfriend too. They'd talked and fantasized about it but never followed through. Patrick told me that he got hard thinking about it and stood up to show us his massive cock stretching out his pants. He winked at me and suggested it would be a fun way to spice up my relationship. Alex’s eyes twinkled. He suggested we put an ad online and see if we could get a group started as soon as possible. I promised to discuss it with my boy to see if he'd consider having some fun like that. Alex had said he’d round up a willing bottom to take on the group, so my boy was off the hook for at least a meeting. That night over dinner, I mentioned it to my boy, and he eagerly nodded that it would be a fun way to get some spark back. I’d go to the first meeting, see how it went, and report back. He said that he'd seriously considering getting barebacked by a few strangers. That got me so hard and wet. I bent him right over the kitchen table and started eating his ass. He told me he'd love for me to eat a guy's load out of his hole. I lined up my cock and slid all the way in. It was as if he loosened up just thinking about taking fresh raw cock. My boy and I had a serious talk about opening things up and starting PrEP. I called our doctor's office the next morning, and, of course, we couldn’t get an appointment until after the first meeting, so I agreed to play safe while fucking the willing victim. When the day of the first breeding session came around, Alex’s friend bailed. Alex, Patrick, and I spoke in hushed tones in the office kitchen. Alex wasn't sure he hadn't recently caught something and had maybe passed it to his boyfriend. Patrick was glad to offer up one of the guys he was seeing, and again, showed us his massive hardon straining his pants. I nearly dropped to my knees and swallowed my boss's hard cock right there. With a few hurried text messages to the guy he was seeing, he offered to host the party at his place. After work, I went home to shower, change, and put a few condoms in my pocket. I kissed my boy and headed directly to Patrick’s to safely fuck a stranger with a few colleagues and new friends. Patrick had a swanky big house. He let me in, greeting me naked at the door, with his massive cock swinging, already half-hard and drooling precum. He’d had mattresses placed in the living room and there were already a few strangers standing around naked. Alex wrapped his arms around me and gave me a deep kiss. He started fingering my ass and I reminded him that I was doing the fucking tonight. He jovially frowned and ran to answer the doorbell. Alex led in Patrick’s date, Matt, a sweet-looking skinny twink with bangs over his eyes. He was clearly nervous. About six guys in all were there to top Matt, all strangers to him except his casual boyfriend, Patrick. I admired this dude for being willing to take on so many new cocks. Patrick went first, even though he was very well hung. Matt got on all fours and Patrick slid his big dick into Matt with one easy go. Alex cradled his head and asked if he’d done anything to prepare for our loads. He explained that he’d lubed up with two of his roommate’s loads freshly fucked into him. Alex oinked approval as Patrick came deep inside. Alex went next. His caramel ass looked so good flexing as he hammed his cum into Matt’s loosening hole. I went next, with a condom and sloshed around in his stretched-out ass and cummy messiness. I came in the condom and the next guy assumed his position. I rolled my filled condom off. The guy raw inside Matt took the condom from me and squirted my load all over his dick and fucked it right inside. After a another guy, Matt collapsed, exhausted, not ready to take on that last cock. Matt excused himself to the bathroom and Patrick followed him to make sure he was alright. Alex bravely assumed the position so the last guy could get his nut. Alex asked me to hold him up. I held his head against my chest and spread his cheeks for the last man, a sexy tall blond guy neither of us knew. Naturally, the stranger went raw and filled him with cum. Patrick had come back after seeing Matt out and was jerking off when the final stranger came. He slid right in and bred Alex. I jerked my cock until I came and shot my second load all over Alex's open asshole. As Alex fingered my load into his guts, he looked up to me and told me it was a thrill taking raw cum, especially after quitting PrEP. So hot. I was still hard and slid my cock into his ass, coating my dick with cum. Alex offered to clean me up, but I had a raunchier idea. I got dressed as the party was breaking up and headed home after texting my boy telling him to be naked, lubed, and ready to get bred as soon as I walked in the door. I walked into our place and directly to the bedroom, where my boy’s ass was moist and shiny with lube and ready to get fucked. I pulled my pants down to my knees and slid right in, still rock hard even after shooting two loads. Some of that globby cum leaked off from my cock seeped into my boy’s guts. As I told him about the party, he was out of his mind with lust, begging me to share all that cum. I came deep inside him and stayed there until I was soft. My cock plopped out and he squatted down capturing my third load of the night and remnants of strangers’ seed from my cock, and dripped it into his mouth. He grabbed the back of my neck and fed it to me. Three weeks later it was time for my boy’s turn in the spotlight. He was ready to take cum from strangers, my boss, and my assistant without protection of any kind. He was ready, but was I? To be continued...

Author's note: This section of the story is more story than sex, but it sets up later narrative. Enjoy. 3 When i came to the cop is cuddling me, my head on his chest. "Hey baby" Matty said as he grabbed my face and we made out like teenagers, swapping the cum we swallowed minutes ago. "How long have i been out?" I asked when we came up for air "Just five minutes" Matty said. "You ok?" "Yeah i am ok" i said as i nuzzle on his fat nipple. "My ass is sore but otherwise i am fine. And fucking hell you were rough tonight!" I playfully slapped him on his chest. Matty chuckled. It has been just more than 9 months since my pig conversion event in the middle of nowhere with someone i used to know as hickdad online, whose real name is Dave. That was when i met Matty, who was one of Dave's pig boys. We got to know each other a bit when i was there, and when i went back to the city we stayed in contact by phone and online. Turns out underneath that raunchy pig slut, there is a sweet guy who just want to find someone just as filthy and slutty to share a life with, so after a couple of months of phone sex and sweet talk on Facetime, he packed his stuff, said goodbye to Dave, and moved into my apartment in the city's gay neighborhood. We spent the first week of his arrival mostly in bed with each other, only to venture out for drinks and food at night. I introduced him to some of my friends, who practically came in their pants as they eye raped him. We signed up to the same gay-heavy gym in the area, and found a trainer who can supply us with the right "supplements" to get bigger. Matty is fascinated by life in a city, since he grew up in the country with a limited life as a gay dude. I took him to the bathhouse, where we caused a stir when we "pimped" each other out for some old fashioned raw piggy fun. I won the bet by taking one more load than him. As "punishment", i get to fuck him when we got home, sticking my dick into his cum slicked hole until we both bust our pent up loads. Matty soon found a job as a cop. The city's police department was looking for a openly gay dude who can be part of a team that deals with issues in the neighborhood, and with his good country boy looks and a degree from community college he is basically a shoo-in for the academy. After graduation, he got stationed in the gay neighborhood's precinct. Meanwhile, i took a new job working at home as a computer tech. Anyway, back to the present. We lift, we work, we fuck around. We loved roleplaying, and we love being degenerate cum pigs, but you cant just invite strangers to your house to steal all your shit, so once in a while I would go rent a motel room not far away and open my hole for anonymous dicks. If Matty is working the late shift, he would come and use me last, sometimes pretending he is just a random cop, breed me full of his cum, and then we would go home together. That night after the motel we went home with some pizza and a 6-pack of beer. Just as we are finishing our food, Matty's phone rang. "Hey boys!" the gruff voice of Daddy Dave appears "Hi Dave" we said. We exchanged plesantries and small talk. Although Matty moved away to be with me, they are still good friends and he didnt hold a grudge against me for "stealing" Matty from him. We talked about our sex lives, our apartment, and Dave's friends. Scum moved out of state to dodge a warrant, and Sean shacked up with the formerly married guy from the factory. Bubba, the big fat poz dude who fucked the cum out of me, is apparently back in jail for beating up a gay dude who won't sleep with him. "He could have just called me" i said to all three of us laughing "Anyway," Dave said "Joe is coming to some bodybuilder competition to try out, so I am gonna come to the city with him. You guys want to get together?" "Yeah!" we both shouted into the phone. We got the date and time of the event and told Dave we will try to clear our schedule for some fun. Soon enough the day arrived. It was a friday, so we both arranged an extra day off and drove to the convention center hotel by the airport. 4 (Dave's POV) Knock knock I opened the door to see my two pig boys standing there. "Daddy Dave!" they said in unison as they entered. "Hey hows it going guys?" I said as i gave each of them a hug and a grope. They both look really great. Cory, the younger one is more solid and built than he used to, while Matty is as beefy as ever. Honestly, I can't believe this fucking cockslut that would sit on any dick within 50 miles has become a fucking cop! We sat on the beds and chat while Joe is still getting ready in the bathroom. For such a butch guy he is as fussy as a bitch when it comes to his grooming. Matty is regaling me about his adverntures in the city, going to the baths and clubs with Cory and having fun roleplaying, and I have never seen him so happy. In a way, i am proud that i was the catalyst that brought these two piggy boys together, and I am glad Matty finally found someone who can understand and love him. The bathroom door opened and Joe came out wearing nothing but his posing suit. 5 "Fucking hell" I thought as i saw Joe for the first time in over half a year. Dave's roid dealer has transformed from a 350-pound bloated muscle beast to a leaned out 300 pound muscle monster for the competition. In his bloated state he is already hot as fuck, but now he is absolutely huge and shredded, his posing thong leaving nothing to the imagination. I have no idea how he manage to keep his junk in that thing, but the tiny shred of fabric looks like it is about to rip itself apart. "Hey guys" Joe grinned as he greeted us "Thanks for coming" "Hey buddy" Matty got off the bed and gave him a hug. "This is Cory, you didnt know his name back then but you remember him, don't you?" my boy said with a sly grin. "Hey yeah!" Joe came over and gave me a bear hug. He is still just as literally hot as i remembered him pounding my hole back then. "Look at you! you look like you packed on some muscles yourself!" "Not as much as you!" I said as i started feeling his biceps. "Damn thats massive" "You like it?" Joe said as he strike a double bicep, showing off. He looks so good that neither Matty nor I can resist and we both started to kissing his biceps and rubbing his sucked in roided gut before moving towards his delicious nipples. "Oh Fuck" Joe moaned as we licked his tits. The bulge in his posing strap grows, straining what little fabric ther is covering it. His cock is getting harder and harder, peaking out from the side of the strap. "Fuck, boys please stop" Joe pulled both of us away from his nipples. His entire body is flushed and his roid gut is heaving. "Fucking hell! My bodybuilding coach said i can't have sex until its all done, and i am so fucking horny i would cum in my thong." He said sheepishly. To see a hypermasculine redneck his size embarassed is almost too adorable for words, but we promised to leave his sexiness alone until he is done. He slipped on a tank top and some sweats and we went down to the convention center. Thanks to being on Joe's "team" we are allowed to go into the backstage area of the competition. The place smells of nothing but tosterone and sweat. Dave escorted Joe to his prep area while we wander around the hall. Numerous musle guys are parading around in the skimpiest briefs and jocks and pumping themselves up in preperation to go on stage. Aside from the competitors themselves, the room is full of muscle daddies and boys who are here to help their friends and clients prepare. We turned a corner and came face to face with the hot bodybuilder who fucked me in the motel not long ago. He recognized me and smiled. "Hey, how are you? You look great!" I said as we shook hands. "Thanks! I am competing in the heavyweight division today. By the way my name is Pete" He said. I introduced myself and Matty to him and we talked for a while about lifting, supplements and whatever. While we are talking he was slathering tanning lotion all over himself, making his skin darker to show off his shredded build and obscuring all his tatts including the biohazard symbol on his gut. Just as we are above to split, Pete handed me a card with a number on it. "Hey listen," He whispered into my ear "This is not a good time to talk, but some of us are planning for some fun in one of the clubs after the show. Call me tomorrow" He winked. The show went without a hitch. we cheered on Joe and Pete as they appear on the stage. Neither won, but we got to see almost-naked men showing off their bodies and it was a fun experience. Afterwards, Dave and Joe went to get a bite with us before both need to get some well-deserved sleep. 6 The next day is a Saturday. I woke up to the smell of fresh coffee and someone eating my hole. Matty is probing his tongue into my pig cunt and it feels fucking amazing. "Oh fuck me" I cooed as Matty slide up my body and probe my slob-up hole with his thick dick. We both groaned as it slipped inside my well-used pig cunt. Gentle fucking turned into a pound-fest as Matty screwed me in multiple positions all over our bed. "Oh fuck baby i am gonna cum" Matty growled in my face as he pounds my cunt on my back. "Fuck it feels so good fucking breed my hole baby" I moaned as he start jacking my rock hard boner in his hand. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck" Matty screamed as i can feel this dick throb and his load swimming up my hole. Then he froze up and i can feel this dick still hard and pulsing. "Fuck i gotta piss. You want my piss babe?" "Yeah put that fucking piss in me" I said as he unleashed his morning piss inside, filling me up. "Take my piss up your cunt you fucking pig" he growled as we kissed while his hand stroke my clit. "Oh FUCK i am gonna cum" the presssure from his piss and his dick pushed me over the edge as my pig bro rub on my cockhead and spurts of cum blasted out of my tool. The first shot landed right on my nipple and Matty wasted no time to suck it off my tit, making my hole spasm against his tool while my pig clit finish unloading between our bellies. His cock is still firmly lodged in my hole when the phone rings. Matty strated to pull out to grab it. I wrap my legs around his body. "Hold on babe, you cant pull out, its gonna spill all over the place and I dont want to wash the sheets again. It would be the third time this week" I grinned "Ok hold on" Matty said as he reached over and grabbed the buttplug off the nightstand and in one swift move exchanges his dick with the plug in my hole. Then he answered the phone. "Hey Dave" "Hey boys. Morning" Dave said while he tried to suppress a yawn. "Hows it going" "Good, just finished screwing my morning load and piss into Cory" He said as i waddled to the bathroom to unload my hole's contents. "Good boy! Anyway, Joe is asking if you guys have any plans tonight. He wants to see if you are up for some fun" "Sure, let me check with Cory and call you back" Matty joined me in the shower. We kissed as i started lathering up both of us. "Joe and Dave said they want to have some fun tonight, any ideas?" Matty asked "I guess we can take him to the bathhouse. Or the sex club. Wait... Remember the muscle guy who fucked me in the motel last time? He gave me his number to call and he wants to have some fun too." "Maybe we should give him a call" We sipping our reheated coffee while i dialed the mystery number. "Pete here" "Hey this is Cory from yesterday..." "HEY! so glad you called. Anyways, a bunch of guys who are at the show are planning to get together in the Steam Bathhouse tonight. Would love for you and your man to come and be the feature attraction. Now that we are done with the show we really need to get our rocks off" Matty and I looked at each other. Both of us got hard instantly. "Sure" I said, trying to be as nonchalant as possible as Matty got on his knees and start sucking on my boner. "Wha-wha-what time?"

You'll probably want to watch this one before it disappears! https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/chaser-taking-loads-at-mal-39603221 My sub that I successfully converted a while back take turns breeding a chaser with our toxic loads at MAL 2019.

Chapter II. I fucked my boy twice a day for the next three weeks. Every time I entered his bare hole, I remembered the sensation of that extra cum sloshing around. I was worried about him taking cum from strangers, but knew it turned us both on. Since my boy was volunteering to get railed by these strangers, we were in line to host. I took the day off work to get things set up. My boy came home from his job early to soak in the tub, clean out, and get lubed up. We’d been firing our loads into a jar in the fridge and bought a lube shooter online just for the occasion. After he was cleaned inside and out and the house was ready for a raw breeding party, he lay on the bed, legs up, and I shot a week’s worth of our cum into him. He was good and ready for what was about to happen. His hole was still tight, but leaking seed. Patrick and Alex arrived together. They'd been flip-fucking in the office after work a few days a week. Patrick had brought his casual fuckbuddy Matt and they all took turns bottoming for each other, swapping loads. Patrick invited me to join one evening and I would have, but I was still hesitant about fucking raw without PrEP. Both Patrick and Alex were getting over a pretty serious cold, but they both rallied to join the fun. Two of the guys from the last meeting couldn’t make it, so Alex invited his ex and a his ex's new boyfriend to join in the fun. That made maybe five guys including the three of us. As they arrived, my boy handed out a few beers, naked, letting the guys fondle his dick and finger his already-cummy furry hole. Alex asked if I wanted to go first before he was good and sloppy. I confessed that that a messy used hole was exactly what I wanted, so I'd go after the five guys had all had a turn. Alex suggested that Patrick go first so my boy would be good and open for the rest of the guys. We all followed my boy upstairs where he bent over the foot of our bed. When Patrick was sharing his man's ass with us, it somehow felt less intimate. We weren't in their bedroom, and they were only casually dating, not two guys in a relationship inviting strangers into their bedroom to get one of them bred. That though got me super hard. Patrick slapped his drooling cock on my boy's ass. Alex grabbed my boy's ass cheeks and spread them wide. Alex's ex slid his long cock down my boy's throat while his boyfriend put his cock in my boy's hand to slowly jerk. I put my cock in my boy's other hand. Patrick took his time easing his raw cock balls deep into my boy as we all egged him on. My boy groaned the big dick in his mouth. Patrick gave him a few seconds to get used to being so full. When he started fucking, globs of cum lube trickled out and matted his sweaty pubes. Patrick hammered him harder than I ever fuck my boy. He shouted that he was about to cum and grabbed my hand, bringing it to his big nuts. I squeezed them and felt them pulse as he filled my boy with his seed. Alex slid in after him and my boy had to release the dicks in his hands and mouth so he could fuck himself back on Alex's cock. Alex had a low-hanging sack and big balls. I rolled them around in my palm as he let my boy use his cock. Alex's ex stood over my boy's hips and slid his cock down Alex's throat. Alex grunted on that fat dick and slurped away. Alex's ex pulled his cock out Alex's mouth and winked at me. He climbed down and stood behind me, easing his spit-slick cock up and down my ass crack. He whispered in my ear as Alex came closer to shooting, 'Had to pull out. I have a better place to put my dirty load…' I was confused as to why his load would be more dirty than anyone else's. Alex bred my boy sloshing even more cum into his ass. Alex's ex laid down next to my boy and hoisted his limp body onto his cock. The ex's new boyfriend slid a finger in. He wagged his thin long cock at me and pointed to my boy's stuffed hole. He pulled his gloopy finger out and slid right into my boy's ass alongside his boyfriend. I was loving watching my boy take two strangers' raw cocks at the same time, only a little sad that I wasn't inside him when he took his first double penetration. The guys fucking my boy had their heads close to my boy's ears, and whatever they were whispering was really sexy. My boy just moaned over and over. As Alex's ex was about to cum, he shouted, 'Beg for my load boy. Take it. Take what you want!' My boy groaned as both cocks inside him erupted. They pulled out slowly and I knelt behind his stretched-out ass. My boy's hole gaped as I traced his puffy red ass lips with my fingers, smearing them with fresh cum. I lined up my dripping cock and slid inside him. My cock was so wet in his slack hole. Alex pressed my boy's cheeks together to get it to feel tighter. I was so turned on that I shot pretty quickly, adding my cum to the mess leaking out of my boy's ass. My boy was all but passed out as Alex knelt and cleaned off all of the guy's cocks, savoring mine last. We left my boy collapsed in the bed and went downstairs for a beer. The guys were all in a great mood after loosing their loads inside my boy. Alex promised to host next time, even if he had to offer up his own ass to share. Patrick bent over the sofa and sucked Alex's cock while his ex's new boyfriend ate his ass. Alex's ex wrapped his rugged arms around me and kissed me hard. 'Thanks for sharing your boy's ass, man. So glad he's open to playing with guys like us…' 'Like us?,' I asked. 'Yeah. POZ guys. Like us…' His words hit me like a brick. With the other guys busy, I prodded further, 'Does Alex know you're POZ?' 'No,' he answered, 'but, I'm pretty sure I pozzed him before we split. So, if he's been fucking around, he probably already pozzed a few guys…' It dawned on me that Alex and Patrick might not have been getting over a regular cold. The guys on the sofa all came again. Alex's ex could see that I was a bit shaken up and he and his boyfriend got dressed quickly and headed out. Patrick and Alex followed a few minutes later, noticing that I was quiet. They wanted to make sure that I was okay, and I told them they may want to go to a clinic and get checked out. They seemed confused, but thanked me for a great night. After seeing Patrick and Alex out, I went back upstairs. My boy was right where we had left him, cum still oozing out of his opened hole. I slid into bed next to him and smoothed his sweaty hair. He kissed me and thanked me, 'This is the kind of raunchy rough risky sex I wish we'd been having for a long time…' I kissed him gently and told him that this kind of sex was more than a little risky. He just grinned at me, then started licking my ear. He whispered to me, 'I'm pretty sure I just got DP'ed by two raw POZ cocks…' I exhaled, 'yes, very likely…' He kept whispering and reached for my cock, already hardening again at this filthy talk, 'I'm pretty sure he converted Alex and I'm pretty sure Alex converted Patrick… ' I moaned, 'yes…' He positioned himself over me in a sixty-nine, with his cummy ass right over my mouth. He gobbled my cock as I tongued his hole. 'Fuck yeah! Eat that ass! Eat that ass leaking POZ cum!' I did just that, fingering globs of cum into him then swallowing everything pouring out of his hole. I came down his throat and he shot his load all over my chest before licking up and swallowing his own seed. After catching our breath and making out for a few minutes, he grinned at me saying, 'If I get a bad cold in the next month, can I join the party? I'd love to try topping more. You know, spread my seed around…' I kissed him knowing these fuck parties had already changed our lives forever.

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. This is my first story. Go easy on me guys The following is pure fiction. It never happened and any similarity to any real life happenings is an amazing coincidence. Part 1: Intro “Fuck!” Mark yelled as he put his phone down. His calls with his parents had grown less frequent the past few years, but they always seemed to find a way to piss him off. The latest way was that they wanted him to go check up on his brother Joey at college since they had found out Joey had got thrown off the wrestling team and lost his sports scholarship and wouldn’t talk to them. “We would do it ourselves, but you know how we don’t like to travel to big cities” they said. “Big city? Its a damn college town in the middle of farmland," Mark replied, thinking to himself 'It seems my brother is following in my footsteps', knowing that his brother was even more easily distracted by partying than he had been. Mark began to think about the events that had brought him from a small, rural midwest town to where he was today. It had been quite a wild ride. Mark had left his small hometown and went to college several hours away for many reasons. First was to escape his parents who were very conservative and religious and tried to control everything Mark did. Second was so he could meet other gay guys his age without trying to hide it from his family, friends and nosy townspeople. And last was because there was nothing other than small community colleges nearby and Mark wanted be able to find a good career and move to one of the coasts and enjoy city life far away from his family. After a shaky start in school from too much partying his first semester, he did well. He got good grades, met lots of people and enjoyed a very active sex life. He was a lot more reserved his senior year when his brother decided to go to the same university. His parents were relieved that they were both going to the same school so that Mark could look after his little brother during his first year, but the reality was that they saw little of each other. Mark was busy with finishing up his senior projects and some hard classes while Joey was working out and practicing with the team when he wasn’t studying. They would occasionally run into each other at parties and go home for holidays together, but other than text messages they just lived in different worlds. After graduating, Mark landed a good job at a Silicon Valley software company and moved to California, sharing an apartment with his friend Eric who had also found work out there. The two of them had become friends with benefits their junior year but they never wanted to commit to a relationship since they enjoyed fucking everyone they could. Both, however, were quite relieved to be out of the Midwest, feeling liberated on the West Coast. They frequently went to San Francisco on weekends and hit any baths, bars and sex parties they could find. They had an easy time picking up guys - Mark was tall, a six foot Midwestern white guy with dark blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, nicely toned even though he only sporadically went to the gym (and then usually just to check out the guys), a light fur covered his chest with a trail down to an impressive package - almost eight inches and thick sporting a PA that he recently upped to 0 gauge. His legs and bubble butt also had a covering of light hair. Over the last year he had been adding ink to the two tattoos that he had gotten in college. Both arms now had complete sleeves - the left continuing the tribal motif he started in college, the right being considerably darker and gothic. He was about to start on the tattoos for his back and was getting the art finalized with his tattoo artist. Being truly versatile, he could usually find sex partners almost anywhere - top, bottom or other vers guys to flip with (his favorite). Eric was equally as handsome but very different than Mark and could easily attract his share of men too. Eric came from a traditional Japanese-American family who was not pleased when he came out. He rarely talked to them and it was one thing that Mark and Eric had in common and they had become each other's family. Eric’s darker skin was devoid of any tattoos and he worked out to a strict schedule to keep his muscular five foot, nine body toned, taut and shaved, except for a neatly trimmed bush surrounding a thick 6 inch uncut cock. The only adornments were a small goatee, pierced ears and nipples, and an ever present smile. Eric considered himself to be versatile as well, but in reality he spent most of the time as a bottom. Most would consider him a power bottom - aggressive and usually in charge. That attitude continued when he topped. Whoever he fucked knew who was in control. A few months ago, Mark came down with nasty flu and was home in bed for over a week. A few friends told him to go get tested and he found out he was HIV+. Eric got tested too, but was still negative. The news didn’t really slow either of them down, they both continued to work hard and play harder but Eric was more cautious with whom he hooked up with. Some of Mark’s fuck buddies wouldn’t fuck with him any more, others insisted on condoms which Mark still refused to use. Mark did try condoms with Eric to keep their sex life going, but they both hated the feeling so sex between them stopped. Eric didn’t want to get infected and started to think about going on prep. They still did social events together, but their relationship started to drift apart. Mark did find a new group of guys to fuck that were either already poz or didn’t care. Mark kept putting off the doctor's instructions to begin meds. Several of his poz friends started letting him know where to find neg guys that wanted poz loads and he really enjoyed his new found power. The first week he bred five neg guys, all of whom announced he had come down with 'the flu', which gave Mark's confidence a boost. He no longer feared he was either never going to have sex or only get to fuck a few other poz guys. None of Mark’s family knew of his sexuality or infection and Mark was keen to keep it that way. He had heard enough from his parents preaching about “how those queers were going to rot in hell.” Mark tried to talk to his brother over the phone about his parents' concerns, but didn't get any solid answers out of his brother, so Mark concluded he would need to meet with his brother in person if he was to get a handle on what was going on. He really cared about his brother Joey and wanted to make sure he was able to graduate and escape like he had. Mark talked to his boss and was able to get a few days off a couple weeks later, so when he got home from work he sat down at the computer and hit all the travel websites and found what he needed - air tickets for going Thursday and coming back Monday and a rental car. He originally thought it would be better to stay at his brother’s apartment, but the more the thought about it a hotel room would make it a lot easier to hookup if he had time. After hunting around for a couple hours, he found a place that wasn’t a dive and didn’t cost a fortune. The hotel had outside door access and remembered going to a few sex parties there when he was in school. Everything was set. He would have to work hard the next two weeks since he might have a few days off, but the deadlines were still the same. He closed the laptop and got up and got ready for bed. Naked, he slipped into the bed with Eric and they kissed each other just like countless other nights before Eric pulled away and told Mark “We need to talk.” Mark’s heart sank at the sound of Eric’s words. Thoughts flashed through his mind, but the one that stuck was that he was about to get dumped. Looking at Eric he knew something was wrong because Eric's smile was gone and he looked very serious. “I know things have been pretty awkward between us since you found out you are poz” Eric said. “I want you to know that I still love you.” Mark’s heart sank even lower. He started to speak but Eric cut him off before he got the first word out of his mouth. “Let me finish” Eric continued. “I’ve decided that I don’t want to go on PrEP, Mark. It just isn’t me. I want our relationship to be like it used to be. Passionate. Sensual. Wild.” He waited a moment and took a deep breath. “I want you to poz me Mark. Share with me your virus like we used to share everything else. I want a part of you to be with me forever.” Tears ran down Mark’s face as he heard Eric talk. He wasn’t sure he heard it all correctly, since he just relieved with the fact that Eric wasn’t dumping him. “Are you sure?” Mark said after a long pause. “You really want me to infect you?” Eric’s smile came back as he wiped the tears off Mark’s cheek. “Yeah I do. I’ve thought about it a lot and realized I was jealous of those guys you have pozzed. I want to share our life together as a poz couple” Eric replied. Kissing Mark passionately and aggressively, Eric stroked Mark’s cock. Breaking the kiss he continued “And I want you to start now. Breed my fuckhole full of your toxic seed. Make me the poz pig you know I can be." “Oh fuck yeah” was all that Mark could say as his mind raced. Since the moment he found out he was poz he had wanted to bring Eric into the poz brotherhood but knew it had to be Eric's choice. He had almost given up hope that Eric would change his mind, but now it was happening. As months of pent up lust took over his body, Mark grabbed Eric’s head and forced it down on his hardening cock. Eric greedily sucked down Marks shaft, feeling the new larger piercing push into his throat. Eric always prided himself on having almost no gag reflex but this was the first time with Mark’s larger piercing and it was noticeably bigger. His throat covered Mark’s cock with slime as his tongue flicked and probed around the cock. Eric was eager to feel Mark’s cock back inside his ass after such a long time. He really missed their almost daily fuck sessions that they had done since their college days. Wrapping his hand around Mark’s balls, he tugged a bit, something he knew Mark loved. He felt the big balls with his fingers knowing that their poisonous contents would soon be deep inside him. The thought sent waves of excitement through his body. With his other hand, Eric stroked his cock which was now harder than he ever remembered it being. Leaking his neg precum onto the bed Eric bobbed on Mark’s cock, occasionally pulling off and grabbing the piercing with his teeth and shaking his head driving Mark crazy. Finally Eric couldn’t wait any longer and climbed up on top of Mark and positioned Mark’s poz cock at his ass ring. Feeling the steel on his hole for the first time in months, he grinned and remembered how good Mark’s cock always felt inside him. Mark looked up at Eric as their eyes locked. “Are you sure about this Eric? You can stop if you want to” Mark said softly. Eric just breathed deep, letting his hole relax a bit and shoved down as hard as he could onto Mark’s rigid cock. The pain was intense and he let out a scream, but it was what Eric wanted. He wanted to make sure that his fuck hole would have lots of small tears so that the virus could quickly enter his body. In some ways he wanted to make sure that it was the first fuck that infected him, but he wanted to take Mark’s charged load every day until he knew that he was no longer neg. After pausing a few seconds with Mark’s cock balls deep inside, Eric begin to ride Marks cock like he had hundreds of times before. He moved with hard, long strokes bouncing off Mark’s body. The look of pure lust came over both of them as the sounds of grunts and their bodies slapping together filled the room. After twenty minutes of Eric riding Mark’s cock, Mark bucked Eric off, pushing him on to his back. Grabbing his legs, Mark lined his cock up to Eric’s swollen hole. Looking down he saw a few red streaks on his cock and he looked straight at Eric and said “You are so fucking ready to get knocked up. My precum has been soaking into your wrecked hole and now its time for you to get bred." Without any hesitation Eric replied “Fuckin’ do it. Poz me up.” With that, Mark shoved his cock back into Eric’s hole, making sure to go at an angle and dig his cock into the walls of Eric’s chute. As if possessed, Mark started to pound Eric rougher than he ever had. He used all of the tricks he learned from the past few months of breeding several bug chasers he had fucked and converted. The bed was rocking from the force of Mark’s thrusts. Both of them were moaning and grunting in the sheer ecstasy of the moment. Sweat was dripping off his body onto Eric’s own sweaty body. At one point, Mark flipped Eric onto his stomach and then pulled him up onto all fours. Standing up, he shoved in three fingers into Eric’s gaping hole and roughly twisted them, scratching with his fingernails as he turned his wrist back and forth. Eric whimpered at the pain from Mark’s preparation. Mark quickly replaced his fingers with his throbbing cock. He knew he was close to shooting his poz seed into his boyfriend. Leaning forward Mark’s head was next to Eric’s ear. Eric could feel the heavy breaths on his neck as Mark feverishly thrust his cock in and out of Eric’s ravaged hole. Their bodies slammed together over and over until Mark drove his cock in deep and held it there whispering “I love you” into Eric’s ear as his cock erupted. Spurt after spurt of toxic cum pumped into Eric’s gut. Mark just moaned as the cum kept shooting. He couldn’t remember ever shooting that much cum before. Marks body was pressed on Eric’s back while his cock unloaded the virus laden cum deep inside. As the pulses of cum subsided, Mark slowly started to thrust back in and out, pushing the cum around and deeper into Eric. A few minutes later his cock started to soften and Mark slowly pulled out telling Eric “Stay right there.” Mark jumped off the bed and went to the toy drawer in the dresser and pulled out a steel butt plug. Jumping back on the bed, he pressed the cold steel to Eric’s puffy hole and pushed it in until he felt the familiar pop as Eric’s hole sucked the plug the rest of the way in. Moving around to the side of the bed, he fed his dripping cock to Eric who quickly licked and sucked it clean. Once he had finished, Mark laid down in the bed, covered in sweat, cum and spit. Eric curled up next to him and kissed him one more time whispering “Thank you” as they both quickly fell asleep.

I would say I nutted in one of my fbuds as fast as 5 mins. My fbud had to leave for work by 8:00 sharp. I got there at 7:52. He was lubed and ready in his bed for me to just slide in his mouth. I was already hard for having a two day load from not busting over the weekend, and he sucked me for a few seconds. Then I slid in his silky smooth hole, humping him for about 3 mins on his stomach, before busting deep in him. I pulled out, washed off, and told him how he could go to work with my two day load in his ass. When I got back in my car, it was 8:00. I was thinking, daaaayum!!! that was a quick nutt. Quickies for me are sooooo intense.

John is a good friend. He is younger, around thirty, 70 kilos and around 1.75cm. But he looks much younger. He goes to the gym so he looks like a wrestle. People tend to like him. I guess it is his smile. Tops adore him. I guess it is his nice round smooth bubble butt… one think I know for sure… he definitely knows how to use it. He is a cumdump like me. But I enjoy so much watching him getting fucked that I don’t mind sharing the tops with him. He is one of those law key good hearted bottoms who deny no cock and after they take the load they say thank you. I am different. I say the Next. We first met in a bareback party one Thursday evening in a bar. We happened to put our asses on a bench… side by side. He smiled in a way that only generous bottoms do. So I decided to be nice… I shared my poppers with him. Later on we had a beer and we laughed talking about the importance of semen in our hole, both agreeing that we are focused more to the sperm than the size of the dick who delivers it. In bareback parties I seldom talk. With him it was different. We clicked. I had seen the scars on his hands so I knew he was a slammer but I didn’t say anything about our common chem habbits . I am old enough to know when and where I ask questions. I even gave him my load. It is so nice to meet a bottom who is more bottom than me and his hole was so nice and sloppy that I couldn’t resist. When I bred him he said thank you to me as well. I told you he is a really nice guy. In the next few months I met him three or four times. Always in those bareback parties. And always in clubs. Every time we met each other we kept the same routine. Bend on our knees and getting fucked doggy style taking loads from random tops, then going to the bar having a drink and then return back on the bench sharing the poppers. It was in one of those Thursdays that he asked me to go to his place after the party and sleep together. Just sleep. I had no plans for the next morning so I agreed. Nice studio apartment. Big bed. Big kitchen. Two big bathrooms. A huge TV that played straight porn with no sound. And all the glasses of windows painted in black. You had to slide the glass to see the daylight. I was OK with that. I like pitch dark when I sleep. And my sleep is not easy since I know a thing or two of slamming my self. We had a nice long shower. We drank our cocoa milk and we slept. I was still a student in the University the last time I shared the sleep with a bottom. I have to admit. It was a comfortable sleep. He had a way to make things easy with the snuggle. I am usually not good with intimacy. But with him was different. I loved the touch of his skin of his back stucking on my belly. It seems that I have missed a good snuggle more than I wanted it to admit. Next morning I woke up first, cooked some scrambled eggs and made some tea. “So Johnny”, I said when he was drinking his chamomile tea. “What’s on your mind? ” I took him a bit by surprise. “What do you mean? “ he asked. “I mean you need something. All this time we know each other you smile and you are friendly, and I thank you for that, but the truth is that you were checking me out. “You never flirt the tops they fuck you, you are friendly of course with them but always distant, you don’t share data about your life and your name is not John but its Stephan…“ I had seen a bill for the electricity stuck with a magnet on the fridge. “Which It is ok by me. You have every reason to protect your privacy, just next time you bring someone you don’t know, be a bit more careful and not leave traces around… but to let you know… I will continue to call you John… ” He blushed. “John is fine with me… And sorry… you deserved to know my true name at least.” I smiled my way. The father figure way that I carry only to certain occasions. And he was still a good guy. There are certain truths that you don’t share easily specially with people you meet in parties sharing loads and poppers. He got more relaxed. “So you were checking me out to see if you can trust me and then you brought me to your place to see if I fit and then you asked me to sleep as for a test to see how safe you can be when you are vulnerable. Isn’t that right? “ Now he was really speechless… “Damn you are good… what is your job you said? “ “Look kid I am a cumdump. But I am a really good one. One of the best you will ever encounter. And I guess I have been wandering in those steep hills of depravity quite a long time to recognize the whatever hidden agendas… And you are right. I like you… so you have no reason to feel awkward as long as you are not keeping me in the dark with your true intentions. So what’s up? “. He had a last zip of the tea. He looked at me like a boyscott ready to start an adventure. And then he spelled it out. “I have my birthday next Saturday. I want to celebrate it with a bang. I want to become a hole. A true hole like the one you see in the creampie gangbang porn films. Where one man after the other enter the room get hard shove it in give the load and then go. But I can not do it alone. And It is not something I can ask from any of my friends without them freaking out… So I had to find someone who can understand and not judge and with whom I can feel safe when and if the door opens and the cocks start pouring in…” What a great way to celebrate the new decade. He was waiting for my response. “Tops are a bit possessive. Bottoms are easier to trust… “ he continued. Well I guess he has a point. But all these stereotypes are a bit dated. Or maybe I am dated. I had to give an answer. Stood up and went to pee. I needed some time to gather my thoughts. The kid was brave. Braver than what I used to be twenty years ago. That’s for sure. He was washing the dishes. I took the towel to dry them. My voice was firm. Damn I could be a decent Top using that voice. “OK… but you need some training for that particular night. We have a week. If you are to become a hole you wish than you will have to slam hard and go to the zone…Do not look at me like I am any wizard. I know you slam kiddo… Look at your arms. No matter how good you cover them with make up I can see your small scars. Look I love being close to a chem slam hole. So… yes I can do what you are asking me…. Be by your side and make sure you get not into trouble and you won’t get robbed from your nice silverware. But to do so you have to follow my orders. With ‘no buts and no ifs’… and most important ‘no secret agendas’... I am I clear? “ He shook his head and then gave me that smile. Damn kiddo… what a beautiful smile….

The most I’ve been fucked was nearly 24 hours straight, the only “issue” I had was that I was leaking cum for 2 days after ? ?

Great start! Can't wait for more!

always love your stories. I've blown more than a few loads to them.

For me, somehow the introductions always seem to happen after I’ve been fucked...

A fantastic chapter that shows not only the evolution of Jeff from a sub bottom to an assertive poz versatile top, but also Connor's acceptance and recognition of his new sexual appeal and desires. The sex takes a supportive role in this chapter, which allows both Jeff's and Connor's vulnerabilities to take "center stage." This brings a degree of reality to this outstanding work of fiction...?

My dad was creepy and I didn't want anything to do with him growing up, but man when I was young I was fantasizing about sucking every one of my friends' dads! My brother is gay and got the big cock in the family, but also not really close to him...no desire to suck him! I would, however, gladly drain my nephew's cock along with his boyfriend's. Both cocks in my mouth, both squirting at the same time....perfect.

Just read this story again. rawrawraw76 is an amazing writer

Went to Crew Club DC last night and got wrecked. I was deterred by poor views online, but a good FWB encouraged me to go. Saturday night after a warm day is prime time. DC has the largest number of days per capita and it shows. Lots of Homo’s on the street and it was easy to get a hottie to come to my hotel room. The bathhouse didn’t have any more rooms to rent out and it was overflowing with cuties last night. I lost count of how many dicks and asses I took. I am absolutely demolished and keeping my legs closed for a few days to recover. Thank you, DC!

Moderator's Note: I could not find a way to adjust the color of the text in this post. I reposted it below. John knew how to follow the rules. Not by the bdsm obedience kind. But the one with the smile of easiness and the feeling of ‘yes, OK I can do it’. He was ready. The moment he stepped into the car I could smell the soap and the smooth lemon shampoo on his hair. I liked it. While I was driving I explained him the set up. Since he had agreed the ‘no buts no ifs’ deal I had to keep my side of the bargain. The ‘no secret agenda’ part. I told him about Mattias and his apartment. That when we ‘ll enter the loft there will be a glass on the front table. He will have to drink the cocktail and then he’ll go to the bathroom to fresh up. I asked him if he wants to be blindfolded. I have to admit that he surprised me by answering me that he preferred not. The trust issues were still there I guess. During the week till his birthday we had to work on that more. Some scars from his own jungle seem to be deeper than I thought. That’s OK. We all need our own time to heal the pain, the loneliness, and the need of self destruction that a cumdump like him - or me- carries. No matter how many smiles… No matter of how self confident we look when we drive our car down the streets of the city, or programming set- ups of gang bangs like the one I have organized for him… still… deep inside, we all are lonely creatures… trying to reach out for deeper understanding… I guess Kate Bush long ago had made a song about this deeper understanding thing. I am not sure if he knows who Kate Bush is. I guess in the soundtrack of the ‘jungle’ Kate Bush’s songs are not included. I put again my father figure mask saying that not him having a blindfold is not a problem, as long as he would put a kind if restrain like the horses do in the races so he won’t look back who is fucking him… “Instead”, I made it easier to him. “You can focus easier to the porn that will be playing in front of you in one of the huge TV sets our host is providing…”. I told him few things about Mattias and his ability to register the points. You have every right to know a thing or two, about the man who will have access to your veins... My father figure trusting voice was doing the work well. He seemed relaxed. In andrelanine of course but still not alarmed. The same mask of ‘yes, OK I can do it’… but with a touch of glow in the deep of the eyes. I explained that there will be a few men coming to the party. All escorts and all bare. “ Some will stay just for a quickie some will stay maybe longer. Some will take chems some might not. But kiddo you will definitely be the center of attention. Its up to the guys if they want to be introduced to you after the fuck or if they want to remain anonymous. I do not share info about their work their profile names or their telephones. I share the loads and that’s it. “No. You don’t have to worry about the cash… I am taking care of this”… I showed him the envelope but I didn’t tell him how many banknotes are in it. He didn’t ask either. What he asked was this: “Why do you do it?“ It was time. It took him more than few months of brief encounters and a night of sharing the sleep to ask his first ever serious question. Until now what ever talk we did, didn’t really include questions. Or at least questions that their answers matter. The ‘no buts and no ifs’ part of the deal, demanded the ‘no secret agendas’ part… Again… Fair enough. We were already there. I could see Mattias building. Downtown is empty at this time of hour. But I couldn’t trust my car at the side of the road. Not in that neighbourhood. When the evening falls and the offices close, the mood of the area changes. It is like if a black veil of sin covers the atmosphere. A smell of urine combined with cheap perfume of junkie whores. Pimps and heroin dealers. No safety net. And not nice to drive a fancy car or carry envelopes with banknotes. Mattias has given me the code for his private own parking lot. I park next to our hosts’ car. But I don’t get out. I turn of the engine and I stay a bit silent. “Why I do this… You see Stephan, I call you Stephan because it is time for truths and Stephan I will tell you the truth at least as far as I can understand my own motivations…. … “In this life we lead, the world with cumdumps, toxic bare loads and chemsex, it is not easy to connect. Not easy to trust. Not easy to stay sober. … “I call it ‘ jungle’… There is no mercy if you show weakness... Big beast eats little beast… There is no tomorrow if you start losing your self. It took me some time to understand what kind of river I chose to cross. And even if I always thought my self as a pretty good swimmer, there were times I felt I was ready to drown by tsunami waves. It is pure luck I just didn’t. But I could. … “You see my friend… the most difficult in this jungle or this wild river, is not the cock, or the sperm, or the chems. The most difficult part is to connect. We avoid to connect. We avoid to be human. Taking the position of exposing the hole as you and I prefer, deep inside we do just that: … “ We disconnect with our humanity… … “At first sight it looks that we are weak. We are holes… useless cunts… We become vulnerable taking random cocks thinking that it is our way to survive in this jungle… “…but weak… sorry, we are not... …. “Some we will survive some we won’t. We play with fate. And the odds are against us. But we still continue playing this losing game. Love is a losing game. How true indeed. Good entry choice for the Dutch in Eurovision by the way… “ He smiled at my last comment. Good. A true queer knows about Eurovision issues. I smiled back. I don’t want him to get too serious and spoil his mood for fun. But I owed him an answer. “And now we are back to your question. ‘Why I do this’… … “I do this because you look like me… few years ago… of course you are better looking than I ever was, definitely more nicer, and for sure friendlier than I will ever become. You are even smart enough to protect your space, and still remain goofy and a bit romantic since you ask strangers to share your sleep and help you fullfill your fantasies…. … “But weak? No, you ain’t... … “I am a bottom. Not a top. I know how you think. I know how your thoughts operate. I used to be like you. In a way, its thrilling for me to share a journey with another cumdump. Cumdumps can be ignorant and possessive. Believe me I’ve been in the jungle way longer than you… “… So my Stephan… I consider you as a challenge. My own tribute to the paths of your destruction. Or salvation… that is up to you… “… Today it is a test. The inviroment of Mattias is one of the safest you will ever encounter. You will deal with professionals. And the chems and the slams that you will be given are going to be first quality…. … “But it won’t be like this next Saturday. It will be darker and seedier and more dangerous… … “I like you. I wish someone like me would come and do the same thing years ago. It would save me from some serious problems. It would put things maybe in another prospective. And maybe change my path of life. But no one did. Or if he did I wasn’t paying attention and I let him go. C'est la vie.. . … “So it is to time for redemption, my friend John… from now on you are not Stephan… ll’ be back to JOHN. So John… … “I do this not because of you. But because of me. It is all about me…” I said and got off the car. He followed. We walked towards the elevator in silence. I called Mattias on his cell. “We are here… “ I said. I opened the door for the elevator. I let him in first. He seemed a bit confused. But the smile was there… “You are good. What’s your job, you said? “ he said with confidence. Back to his old self… I smiled back knowing that my smile has no sweetness or easiness like his. But from time to time it seems to do his job just fine. “I am just a cumdump kiddo… an old beast who knows how to survive in the jungle… “ I answered… And I pushed the button for the top floor. The button had the letter M. “M” I heard John saying. “Like the Fritz Lang’s film… Yes it’s going to be fun… “ I let his comment flow in silence. I made no comment… but deep inside my mask of indeference I smiled…. Damn, that’s why I love the jungle. And its beasts….

sexualdeviant11 https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/late-night-officer-load-38234531 This dude lives around the corner from me. Wanted me to come over and get fucked, of course I said yes. During our conversation he mentioned he was an officer so I had him put on the uniform and wait for me. Enjoy and comment! I love reading your comments. Shoot me a message if you want to drop a load or just a note.

At the Meat Rack in Los Angeles in the '80's, took a break from sucking guys and went into the restroom to piss. There was a black guy sitting on the toilet, so I turned around. He asked "Do you need to piss?" I said yes. He said, "I'll drink it." I had never really thought about it, but I needed to piss ... so he grabbed my cock and slid it inside his mouth. It took some concentration to focus on pissing and fight my hard-on, but in time I was able to piss inside his mouth. He drank it up and I learned how fucking hot piss play is. It wasn't long before I wanted to experience drinking piss and giving that pleasure to another guy.

Hey all- this is my first post, though I have been wanting to put something up here for a VERY LONG time- I am a 44 year-old, divorced man with 2 kids who has been fascinated with man-sex and even more drawn to the idea of being POZZED up by a hot older TOP- I have serious DADDY issues that I do not want to discuss here- but can someone tell me WHY a perfectly sane man who has barely had sex with men in the past 20 years would get an UN-controllable hard-on when I see the word P-O-Z of H-I-V in a guy's profile? How sick am I? And IF I'm not all that strange- how do I screw up the courage to do more than sneak around bookstores and look for anon cocks to suck?

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.

I got my pubes around 10. Also remember my first eyaculation was at that age as well. My chest hair began growing around age 11. Was fully hairy and my current height when I got to seventh grade. Got to shave first time at age 13 (eight grade). I wanted so much to reach puberty and have chest hair i think i perved forced my body to do it early. Obsessive compulsive masturbator since 10. Strangely, I didn’t dare to hAve sex till freshman year in college. At least got pozzed the first time I was fucked which I took raw while my gifer made sure to keep me tweeked on drugs. I fucked and bred him multiple times on that occasion too so no complains. Wasn’t informed of his gift until after his passing two years later on a conversation with a friend we had in common. I was shocked with my reaction as my friend told me about my stealthing. I didn’t get angry but actually turned on with the knowledge my gifter didn’t give me a choice on the matter. Used it as standard procedure myself when playing with a confirmed neg. So while sex was not something I got as precociously as puberty and chest hair, I think I did pretty good for a 19 years old guy to poz on my first ass loading/fucking. Honestly I know I was and still am a fan of doing anything forbidden so it was going to happen without a doubt.

Did you do anything different in your prep? For me, it's usually the extended prep for a group or long session that does me in. Plenty of water, and fiber and you should be fine.

Auckland: Lateshift or Basement, both are cruise clubs. Used to be super busy but like most venues now, not so much with apps having taken over. Centurian Sauna is the busiest. Plenty of BB but also plenty anti BB. Christchurch: Menfriends is the only venue in the city and can be hit and miss for BB Overall, since PrEP hit the subsidised medications list, there has been a lot more guys looking.

CHAPTER FOUR Through the eyes of Scotty: Dad, Dad I shout as I lay here in bed, having just woken up. Dry mouth, fever, sweating like I’ve run a marathon and a general ache throughout my body. It wasn’t long before Dad ran into my room, in only his briefs, which made me smile, regardless how crap I was feeling. Dad took one look at me and said damn son that was quick! What, what I asked not knowing what he was talking about. Before those words left my mouth I noticed his cock getting hard in his briefs. He still hadn’t responded to my question, while walking closer to me, removing his briefs exposing his hard drooling cock. He kissed me hard on the lips, pulled the covers off me and firmly grabbed me in a passionate embrace. Still having not answered my original question he rolled me over and rammed his tongue deep into my asshole, tongue fucking my hole, his morning stubble scratching my ass cheeks and ring. When my hole was nice and wet he rolled me onto my back and lifted my legs over his shoulders and rammed his positive fuck stick into me in one quick thrust. I was in so much pain, it hurt, like fucking killed but he didn’t even pause, he just went straight to fucking me so damn hard, like really pounding my hole. I’d never seen him like this, so turned on, so determined. Still struggling to understand what made him like this I asked again, what was going on? His response surprised me and instantly made the pain of his fuck go away and turn to lust. Dad looked me right in the eyes and said; simply put, I think you’re HIV positive son, I think it’s taking over your body. I love you son. I’m here for you no matter what, you need to understand that. My reply to him was simple, I shouted so loud - FUCK YES DAD! TOP ME UP, FILL ME WITH MORE OF YOUR POTENT TOXIC CUM. And that he did, right away he started grunting and pumping me full of his delicious dirty cum. I wrapped my arms around him and thanked him for everything he’s done for me and said I couldn’t wait to see what the future holds. Through the eyes of Dean: Dad, Dad I hear Scotty shouting from his room, he sounded panicked. I ran to him, tripping over the clothes I’d worn yesterday. When I got to his room I ran straight in, not knowing what to expect, his calls sounded so urgent. There he was, lying in bed, sweating profusely, flushed and worried. Fuck he looked ill. Instantly I knew the virus was taking over, fuck it was an amazing sight, seeing him like that, knowing the battle his body was going through, knowing I was the one to start that war, powerless to stop it, not that he or I would ever want that. Scotty seemed so confused, not realising what was happening, he’d not yet made the connection. That was the best part, I boned up instantly, walking to my sick confused boy I removed my briefs and let my aching drooling toxic cock spring free, Scotty’s eyes wide now, I kissed him hard and with not a moment to lose flipped him over and buried by tongue up his hole. I ate his amazing hole for a bit, getting it nice and wet, ready for the taking, savouring the musky smell between his tight cheeks. With his hole nice and wet I flipped him over, threw his legs over my shoulders with reckless abandon and forced my positive cock into his cunt. I fucked him so hard, with purpose, he was in so much pain, from the fuck flu and also my brutal attack on his hole. He looked up at me with his puppy dog eyes, wanting to know what the fuck was going on – once I told him I thought he was converting his demeanour changed instantly. He went from being like an injured and in pain foal to a wilder beast needing taming himself. His eyes dilated, grabbing onto my ass cheeks, pulling me and my toxic dick into him harder, not that I needed any help – I was pounding his ass harder than I’ve ever fucked a hole in my life. His wet insides and the knowledge he was converting had me blowing more toxic cum deep in his hole after around 10 minutes of plowing his amazing cunt. He was shouting so fucking loud, begging for my load, I genuinely believe the neighbours would have heard everything he was saying. Not necessarily a bad thing, given a hot gay couple live next door. I collapsed on top of him, panting, while the contractions in his ass milked the last of my demon seed from my cock. What an awesome start to the day. I told him we’d wait a few days and then go to a clinic and get him tested. He asked what would happen if the result came back as positive for HIV, my answer was simple, I’ve got heaps of nasty shit to show you, just wait baby boy.

I got on Signal with Logan. "Hey, bud - got two pieces of good news. First - it looks like Zeb's got his fuck flu. So far doesn't seem to be too severe, but we'll see; he's been able to keep going to work except for the first two days it hit - just taking lots of ibuprofen for the fever and aches. When he's past it we'll get him tested and see what's what. He's mostly been here, at his place or at work - and no one there has been out sick, he said - so we'll see." "Cool! I hope the strains match up eventually. What's the other piece of good news?" "It's conjecture, but I heard through the grapevine that Teddy - remember him? - has been really sick recently. Not enough to go to the hospital, but out of work for a few days, and so on. I have a feeling HE'S pozzing up too, but because he thinks he's safe on PrEP - it hasn't occurred to him that this is FUCK flu, not the regular kind." "How long before you think he figures it out?" "No more than 2 months; assuming he had his PrEP check right around when you bred him stupid, it'd still be only about 2 more months before his next one. Could be sooner depending on the timing - I haven't been able to pick up on that particular detail through the grapevine. On the one hand, it's sad it won't be festering in him for years before he finds out, but on the other hand we get to KNOW he knows and see what happens from there!" "He isn't gonna take it well, you figure?" "Probably not, but who knows? Most twinks try to cling pathetically to their old look well beyond the 'best by' date; he realized he was aging out of that and made a change. I can't stand the elitist little shit - but I have to admit that shows more adaptability than most of his type. I really don't know if he'll commit suicide in a fit of big-d Drama, turn into an insatiable poz cum whore - or something in between." "Guess we'll just have to wait and see. How's stuff with you and Zeb?" "Better all the time. He's learning to communicate with me so I'm not guessing what's going on with him, we've worked out a lot of practical stuff - like getting him to work if he stays over here. He was worried I'd want him to quit his job and be a full time pig; I make good money, but you might be surprised how much a skilled machinist like him makes, and with great benefits; it's a hefty percentage of what I pull down and I told him I'd be an idiot to want him to quit his job. We're still working out an interim financial setup - you know me, slow and careful - but we're pretty close on that. Not so much for day to day stuff, but like if we decide to go on a trip together - like to Wet 'n Hot, IML, Up Your Alley - events like that. He was kinda resistant at first until I pointed out that lots of people break up over stupid crap like money - and by working on that early, we make that less likely to happen." "Speaking of trips, I'm sending you some info to consider. The bikers here who use me as a urinal and cumdump told me that their club is having a big regional get-together in a few months, and they're gonna want guys like us (and doubtless some slutty women) to take care of a big pack of horny 1%ers. I'm sure they'd react to Zeb's fuckhole the way you and I did - and of course you and I will get plenty of cum and piss in our holes and everywhere else too. And these guys are overwhelmingly bearded, filthy and stinkin' - something to do with their club charter saying they have to be offensive to non-bikers." "Do they understand we don't want to lick a dirty hole?" "Oh, fuck yeah. One of 'em told me he didn't want to smell shit in my beard either. Apparently they adhere to the idea that the two places a man needs to keep clean no matter how rank he gets otherwise are his mouth and his shithole - fine by me!" "Sounds great - I'll check it out and see if we can make it. Zeb gets lots of paid time off, but he needs to schedule it quite a ways in advance because there's only so many spare machinists available who can cover what he does - and they do have announced deadlines where no vacation is allowed to make sure they meet their commitments - but he knows about those a LONG time out. We'll do our best - getting gang-fucked by 1%ers is definitely on MY bucket list and I'd be surprised if it wasn't on Zeb's." The time seemed to crawl by, first waiting for Zeb to feel better and then while we waited for his test results. I insisted we get the proper blood tests rather than the drug store oral test - in part because I wasn't sure how accurate those were right around conversion and because we'd want to have the blood tests done anyway as a confirmation. Finally the results came in and I got in touch with Logan. "How goes, bud?" "Well, Zeb is officially toxic; we just got the samples drawn for the strain checking, but his viral load is through the roof - they said the test gets kinda imprecise over about a million copies but he's somewhere over 2 million. He's on his company's system right now trying to swap shifts so he can get his rapist pozzed before his VL starts to drop. I'm not sure what excuse he's using but he said it was going well - though he's going to have to leave right after work on a Thursday and he won't be getting much sleep before his shift on Monday." "What's the plan?" "According to what Zeb's heard, this asshole gets blackout drunk every Friday and Saturday night and given he's in a small town he's not big on locking his doors - in part because the dipshit often misplaces his keys and people have to cart him home. So frankly, there's not that much to it - Zeb's got a way to get into and out of town without being noticed and a place to hole up during the day on Saturday. He's going to pound as much toxic seed up the guy's ass as he can while he's passed out, basically. Zeb's hinted he has further plans, but he just won't tell me what he's planning to do. I just hope to fuck he knows what he's doing, I don't want him getting caught. I tried to suggest very delicately this wasn't a great idea and he would NOT hear it. He did at least take my advice that he should wear gloves every fucking moment he's anywhere near that asshole's house so he doesn't leave prints ANYWHERE." "I hope his plan works. How are you doin'?" "Walking a little funny after Zeb enthusiastically thanked me 4 times in one night for helping him poz up. I've got some ideas to put that top side he's developed to work - because while he could use more practice, he's a really good lay already... of course having that big uncut dick sure doesn't hurt in that regard." "I know the feeling; had a couple of those 1%ers come by the other night and tag-team my ass for hours. Both of 'em about my size and they were hot rough fucks. Any word on you guys making it out this way for their party?" "Zeb's put in for that time off, and I don't expect there will be a problem - it's far enough in advance and not on a standard holiday so there shouldn't be much competition. They were actually sniping at him a little about how much vacation time he'd built up and he got back by pointing out a list of vacation requests of his - many of them not for high demand times - they'd turned down. He pointed out they can't constantly deny him time off because he's a junior in the department - and then whine that he's building up too much vacation time. I think he'll get at least this one granted for sure - but I told him if they don't, or do then go back to denying requests AND complaining about how much vacation time he has piled up, he should file a grievance through the union." "Fingers crossed, brother. I'm looking forward to us slobbering on a big cheesy uncut biker cock together while we're both getting fucked cross-eyed!" "Logan, you say the sweetest things." If I'd thought time crawled waiting for Zeb's test results, that was nothing to having him gone for a few days, especially considering what he was up to. We'd already agreed there'd be no contact while he was gone but that didn't make it any easier. Not to mention that having gotten used to having an on-demand cum pig around, I rapidly got insanely horny - and at the same time not inclined to go out hunting for hole. When he finally turned up Sunday evening, he barely had enough time to mention that he had biker cum in his ass before I had him naked on the bed; I got a quick taste of the loads dripping out of his fuckhole then rammed into him balls deep. "FUCK I've missed your cock, Papa!" "I thought those bikers rode you good and hard!" "They did, but there's nothin' like my Papa's - or my Uncle's - big cock in me!" The sight of the biker cum I was churning out of Zeb was like pumping extra oxygen into an already raging fire; I wound up plowing three loads into him without a break before finally rolling off to one side. I was tempted to try and get at least some of the story out of him, but I knew he needed sleep before he had to drag his cum-dripping ass to work in the morning. I did get some of the story - pretty much all about the bikers - over breakfast, but Zeb glossed over the whole reason for his trip. I figured I'd just have to be patient. I was working on my computer after Zeb headed to work, when Signal popped up with a message from Logan. "How's Zeb?" "He says he got in, did the deed and got out clean. He won't go into details - though we didn't have too much time for the story over breakfast. I guess he doesn't want me implicated if anything goes wrong - but he's a lot happier now. I never would have thought doing something so dark would have that effect, but I guess having been raised in a very eye-for-an-eye kind of culture makes a difference. Of course, now we're just waiting to see if there's any news from his friends. He did hint that there are reasons we won't hear anything for at least a week." "Well - I didn't want to mention it earlier, but I did get him some help. The bikers I fuck with have a chapter in that town. I explained the basics and they were all in for fucking up a kiddie-diddler, so they said they'd pass the info to the nearby chapter." "Yeah, he did mention that much - maybe it was all the biker dick that he's so happy about; hell, he brought home some biker cum in his hole for me! And I understand we may have some biker guests at some point. In any case - thanks for lookin' out for my pup." "Hey, that's what Uncles are for, right?"

that is my point- AFTER the first time you submit and let a man whose cock is drippin POZ- take you to that place of submission and lust that you have dreamed of for so long- one raw cock will not be enough- the pain and hunger will only multiply- your need will only deepen and your life will be ruled by finding the next POZ-cock.........

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

Part 5 - Perfect Company The steel drum band was playing heavenly calypso music by the pool bar, the terrace was busy as guests were laying fully clothed on the sunbeds soaking up the atmosphere. As he arrived at the pool bar he saw the group of ladies who were eyeing him up the previous day, it was only 7.45pm so he looked for an empty table away from the group but his luck had run out, he had to take a seat on a table next to them and ordered a soft drink. It didn't take long for the flirting to start as each one of the ladies tried to get Jordan's attention, just to play along he would occasionally look over and smile to satisfy them. Smiling to himself as he heard them giggling and whispering between themselves. Jordan's attention went elsewhere as he spotted Daniel walking from the hotel towards the pool bar, he ignored the ladies and watched as butterflies churned in his stomach. He vaguely heard one of the ladies talking to her friends and hearing the words 'I think that answers the question girls'. Daniel arrived at the pool bar and instantly spotted Jordan, he was definitely not hard to miss in all fairness. As he walked over he had a strange feeling that he was being watched, after all he was about to dine with probably the sexiest man in the resort, or ever met. He had seen Jordan engaging with the group of ladies from the hotel, this did unnerve him slightly thinking at best he might be bisexual. Jordan stood up as Daniel arrived by his side and gave him a big smile, he ordered a soft drink as he sat down. They chatted about the rest of their day and Daniel pointed out that Jordan had a hareem of ladies to choose from, this caused Jordan to laugh and shake his head. It was a very comfortable and easy flow between them as they shut the rest of the world out. The ladies clattered about noisily as they stood to head off dinner, as one past by she looked at them both said 'lovely' and quickly tottered off. They both looked and pointed to each other laughing, every time Jordan laughed and sat back his shirt tightened over his torso, Daniel still could not believe he was about to dine with Jordan. Everything about him Daniel seemed to love and was driving him wild, from the tattoos showing on the lower part of arms, the Bermuda shorts fitted perfectly and his short neatly trimmed beard defined his sexiness. Jordan completely charmed and almost swooning in his company, there was no badness inside him just a beautifully natured soul. They continued their bantering for a good half an hour mostly about which one of the ladies was interested in who. Daniel had tears running down his face from the laughter whilst Jordan was doubled over in pain from so much laughing, a few other guests would look over occasionally and the continuous laughter, eventually Jordan managed to compose himself. "Daniel, it has been way to long since someone made me laugh in this way" he said catching his breath. Daniel finished his sparkling water "I had almost forgotten how to. Ready to eat Jordan?" he asked. "Yes, main dining room afraid as I couldn't get booked in one of the speciality restaurants" he explained. "That's okay, I had a table booked already at the Windward Palm, let's go" Daniel and Jordan stood up and they smiled at each other. Jordan followed on and they walked together through the resort grounds and the short distance to the restaurant. There was a lot of hustle and bustle as Daniel arrived with Jordan, some staff checking their dress was in order which Jordan thought very strange but brushed it away. They were escorted to a quiet table on the balcony overlooking the ocean, a candle flickered as the silvery moonlight flooded across the table as they took their seats. Jordan grinned thinking this was such a perfect setting. "What's the big grin all about?" Daniel looked over at him. Jordan shrugged his shoulders "I don't know, it is just so perfect the ocean and moonlight, sort of thing you see in movies". Daniel laughed "You old romantic" he chided. "Hey not so old but romantic totally" an awkward silence fell between them as a waiter approached with the wine list. "Hope you don't mind Jordan but I asked them to go Bajan on us." Daniel said and paused waiting for Jordan's response. Jordan thanked the waiter before replying "Nothing ventured nothing gained" his eyes fixed on Daniel "I will be guided by you". "Great, how about red wine?" Daniel asked putting the wine list down on the table. "Yes that works for me. Do you always take control like this?" He asked smiling at Daniel. "No not usually, but I am celebrating taking control of my life again and to our friendship" he replied. As the waiter poured the wine Jordan raised his glass "To controlling our own destiny and friends" Daniel clinked Jordan's glass. "And what is your destiny Jordan?" Daniel tried to look nonchalant as he asked the question. Jordan smiled "I don't know yet, but my heart is telling me it may be closer than I think" he deliberately tried to not make eye contact. "Destiny can be very random" Daniel remarked looking out to sea "sometimes completely unsuspecting, but never to be brushed off". Jordan tried everything the waiters brought over, it was the first time he truly ate Bajan food and enjoying every minute of Daniel's company. Daniel finished off that last of his wine as the waiters cleared desert and poured coffee. He felt a little light headed from the wine and humidity but for once he was in a very happy place and completely content. Jordan looked intently at Daniel he loved the relaxed and happy look on his face. They were interrupted by a female voice behind them saying hello to Daniel as the Hollywood actress and her husband were leaving the restaurant. Daniel turned and said hello and asked if they were having a quiet romantic dinner noticing the lack of children. She laughed before replying that it was nice to have a romantic meal her eyes darting between him and Jordan. Daniel almost forgot his manners and stood up to introduce Jordan who also stood up a little lost for words, he held out his hand which the husband shook, but she kissed him on the cheek, now he was really all tongue tied. They chatted and Jordan couldn't resist telling her how much he loved her in Stepford Wives and Moulin Rouge. She pushed him gently laughing as she regaled some of the unusual things that happened on set, that was until the husband intervened after 5 minutes telling Jordan that she will keep you up until dawn if you let her. As they left the husband turned to Daniel and Jordan inviting them for dinner in a couple of nights. Jordan was gushing "Wow, wow, wow, she kissed me on the cheek" he garbled unable to really get his words out. Daniel was laughing "Don't be so star struck Jordan" mocking Jordan in the process. As the actress left she spoke to her husband and look back "I think Danny has finally got rid of loose eye?". He looked at her "Hmm he doesn't seem to be here" whispering to her "But one thing for sure, Jordan is all goo goo for Danny". She laughed "I remember you going goo goo on me" she leant in and kissed him "He is almost as sexy as you" patting his arm. They both sat and Jordan was eventually calming down, Daniel suggested a walk along the beach the long way back to the main hotel as it was such a nice evening. Jordan asked for the bill as the restaurant was not included in the inclusive plan, the waiter looked and smiled and said it was all taken care of. He looked over to Daniel and began to protest and said he should at least split the bill in half but Daniel would have none of it. They left by the stairs down to the beach, Daniel took his reefs off and stood in the water. Jordan followed his lead and they walked along the shoreline towards to the beach bar. They were the only two on the beach and apart from the water gently lapping on to the beach it was very tranquil with just a hint of calypso music wafting down from the pool terrace. As they neared the beach bar Daniel sat down on the sand with his feet in the water, Jordan sat beside him. "Have you finally got rid of your demons Daniel?" He tentatively asked. Daniel looked down at his feet in the water "You know I think I have and it was the right decision." Jordan smiled "Today has helped me a lot as well, I am way better off with them out of my life." Daniel turned to look at Jordan "You as well, thought it was just me" they both laughed looking at each other and no longer hiding sadness behind their eyes. "Daniel" Jordan began "do you mind if I ask you a question, but please don't be offended?". He looked at Jordan "Go on, and I promise not to be offended" he replied. He was about to ask but Jordan lost his bottle at the last minute and steered the question around if he minded him joining him for dinner with the actress and her husband. Not quite the question he thought Jordan was going to ask but said the invite was for both of them so he was expected. They both laid back looking up at the stars in a strange awkward silence for a few minutes, Daniel sat up and said it was time for him to go bed as the jetlag was still nagging at him a little. They both stood up and Jordan made a move to give Daniel a hug who was aiming more for a handshake, eventually he said 'oh okay', he breathed in as Jordan's arms closed around him in a friendly hug. Was it possible the hug lingered longer than necessary, Daniel felt Jordan's strong arms holding him close, he was melting as he smelled the cologne and felt the muscles up against his body. Quickly Daniel moved away as he was starting to tent in his shorts and thought it would be a pretty embarrassing situation if Jordan noticed that he was getting turned on. The both walked up to the pool terrace and the main hotel wing, Daniel said good night and that he would see him tomorrow on the beach. Jordan sat on the edge of his bed half naked and completely annoyed at himself, how the hell did he chicken out of asking the question. He had to know where he really stood and if he was gay, the pieces appeared to fit and he was really sure that Daniel sneaked glances at him on the beach during the day. Daniel was sat on the veranda when a piece of music sprung in to his head and he started singing the lyrics 'Love, love changes everything, says are longer, words mean more, love, love changes everything, pain is deeper than before, love will turn your world around, and that world will last forever' he stopped reciting the lyrics. He couldn't even fathom out how he remembered the words to the song, he was oblivious to how the words would interpret in the coming times ahead. He shook his head striped off naked and dived in the pool for a quick swim before bed.

There's nothing better than a good AIDS Deathfuck. HAIL.

You're looking for tips from Tops, of course, but as a bottom who's been on the receiving end (including twice in the last month!), let me give you a few pointers from my end: 1. This needs to be something you enjoy doing first and foremost. You need to enjoy the power and control you get from being able to decide who gets to fuck another man, who gets to unload in another man. If that doesn't light your fire in a very special way, whoring someone out is probably not worth the effort for you. The bottom also has to genuinely enjoy his submission to you and be committed to pleasing you by allowing himself to be fucked by the men you send. This activity is a special power dynamic, and it's fantastic for both men when it works. What you don't want is to find yourself with a lazy bottom who just wants somebody else to do his shopping for him, and starts picking and choosing from the men who arrive. At that point, you're not really in control. 2. Almost every bottom fantasizes about being whored out and used by a gang of Tops. That doesn't mean every bottom is a good candidate. If you choose to do it, make sure the bottom is going to be an active participant, and not lie there like yesterday's catch at the fish market. 3. Pimping a bottom resembles work. There are ads to place and respond to, conversations to start up at the bathhouse, the bar or the ABS, phone calls to make to your network of FBs - you are, in essence, a broker. You have to get the word out, in an experienced way, to the right people. 4. Check your scruples. Whoring a bottom lies somewhere between commodities brokering and human trafficking. Some Tops whore bottoms because they enjoy the rush of it, and get off on the power, but are generally benign. Others look at bottoms as lower-order animals and think nothing of actually prostituting them in a cash sense. Even though it would never bother me in the slightest if a Top or a Dom made money off my ass, the latter is a criminal offense. 5. It's not just about your pleasure, or the bottom's, for that matter. If you're going to be successful, you need to make sure that your clients, the Tops you attract, are pleased with their experience as well. The dynamic between the pimp and the bottom is important in making sure the sexual experience of the Top is a great one. It's all about the presentation, the setup, and the performance - especially in a group setting. The energy built or not built during a sex act will translate into what happens next. A group scene is more likely to give high-energy results than a series of one-on-one scenes, in my experience. What you say while it's going on - your words of challenge and encouragement - can ensure that. 6. If you're going to whore out a bottom, you may as well whore out two at once. From what I've been told, that seems to draw better results for some reason. 7. I'm not sure how to tell you to find the right bottoms for the job, except to suggest that you not take one on unless you've test-driven him first and know that he has the staying power to offer a loud, lusty fuck to several men in a row and has the experience to handle a wide range of cockery. As to how you actually go about locating, contacting and recruiting other Tops and suggesting they come fuck a specific bottom, I have no idea - you'll have to ask them. Whoring Tops, I'd love to hear this, too. If you have questions about my experience from the bottom end, fire away.

I totally agree with AndyOboy on this, though it needs to be a thread of it's own. I got stood up by a guy last night who texted me two hours later wanting to know if I was still waiting? Said he took a nap. Like that matters. All I know is that he is an asshole. He stood me up. Does he really think I'll be in the mood to see him two hours later? My no show rate is no where near 75%, so when I do get stood up, it stings more since it usually doesn't happen. And it never happens twice. Um, except for my one young fuck buddy who broke 3 of my ribs last fall. Yeah I know, I should dump him for good, and I currently am not seeing him, but I know i am weak when it comes to a big fat uncut cock. The last time we spoke, a few weeks ago, he had stood me up then wanted to come fuck later. I told him I seriously would not be in the mood to douche and get ready for him knowing he may or may not show up. He is young, but he needs to get his shit together, and learn not to treat you main piece of ass like they don't matter. lol That is my rant for today.

I was reading the question differently, as what was the fastest making a connection, a slight variation. And I have two great examples Living in Provincetown, there are often lots of willing guys around. One night around midnight I walked out my front door with the intention of cruising Commercial street to look for cock. (I like to do it the old fashion way sometimes, looking for people in person, rather than online, as antiquated as that sounds, but I digress.). I never even made it up to Comercial street. As I got to the end of the sidewalk at my house, a hot guy was walking by. I looked at him, he looked back, and I invited him in. My second similar story was a year ago at IML. As I walked into the hotel with my luggage, I saw a hot shaved head boy sitting in the lobby. I gave him a big smile and said HI, then proceeded to the desk to check I for my room. After completing the checkin and getting my key, I saw the hottie still sitting there, and so I went back to him and invited him up to my as of yet unopened virgin room. We went upstairs, threw my luggage down, got naked, and I fucked my first load of weekend into him.

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): cesar Your cell number (for texts and voice calls): 310-908-9972 A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): 10009 Times you're generally not available: 9-7 tuesday-saturday Age: 29 Height: 5'7 Weight: 170 Ethnicity: latino

Married guy at my gym-- in the sauna. He was stroking and horny, and when the coast was clear I walked over to him and sat down on his cock. He came when his cock was only halfway up my ass. 30 second nut... tops. But it was fucking HOT!