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Friday. After almost an entire week that my partner locked my cock in chastity and me being in heat, hunting for cock to fill me up and scratch my itch cause getting a rough fuck and having anal orgasms were my only relief, my bf announced that this weekend I would be released, “with a bang” he said. I was naturally intrigued and my hole was twitching in anticipation so naturally during Friday I was horny all day and collected 8 loads before I got back home to prepare for Friday night fuckathon. So after my bf had his protein shake directly from my hole I went on and prepped my pussy having it squeaky clean and ready for my bf to deposit his load that will serve as lube for the night, and then I was led down to our play room, got locked on the fuck bench and waited. After was seemed like 20 minutes during which I heard the guys gathering up upstairs, they began coming down and I had my first cock in front of me directed at my mouth and a second guy from behind playing with my hole till I felt his cock head pressing in, this gave the signal for the rest of the night, I had a fresh bottle of poppers up my nose, a cock buried in my throat and the guy behind, shoved his entire cock up my pussy till he was balls deep and I was fucked hard in both ends. Guys came and went during the night, I was spit roasted for hours (gotta love how comfy the fuck bench is!) and they just kept cumming up my hole. During this my locked cock kept oozing cum and my entire body shuddered from having anal orgasms till after about 5 hours they guys were all spent and tired from fucking and cumming in me 2-3 times each (25-30 loads in total) and I was released from the bench and my partner had a feast from my hole and we got cleaned up and went to bed, me feeling my used and abused hole still filled with some of the cum left in me. Saturday. We woke up and after having our morning fuck, I told my partner how hard it is and how bad I need a release, so he just told me that I better rest my ass today and have it ready cause the tonight is going to be the grand finale gang fuck and at some point I will be released. I was so excited from both possibilities that I went on and got thoroughly cleaned and used some of our large toys to stretch my hole ready for the night. This time I was to be on the sling, blindfolded and with noise cancellation headphones to make sure I was concentrating only on the pounding I would receive and the sensation of getting filled up. I don’t know how long it took before the first guy started pounding me but it was like going 0-200mph in 2 seconds i was moaning like a bitch in heat and it was so strange cause I could hear myself! I was fucked on the sling and the fuck bench for hours, each guy fucked me harder than the previous one, obviously they were putting on a show and making sure I felt them. Then I was moved again, I was led to the big mattress we have in the room and was guided down to ride the cock of the guy laying down, when he was balls deep, the fun began cause a second cock was gaining access to my used pussy till I felt that wonderful “pop” and he in, they were starting to fuck me in a beautiful pace and I couldn’t take in anymore, my cock was oozing cum and I was having the most intense anal orgasms and they just kept on going. This whole scenes started a whole different fun, I was presented with a cock in my mouth and when I opened up and had the cock head only in I felt that wonderful warmth of the guy starting to piss so I began swallowing as much as I could while another guy started pissing all over me and the guys that were fucking me. This went on for hours more and the guys just kept switching places, making sure I was filled with 2 cocks in my pussy and on in my mouth while I took each and every load up my hole. 12 hours later, as I was riding 2 dicks, I felt my bf removing the headphone and blindfold and told me it was time, so he unlocked me and my poor cock that was leaking cum the entire night just sprang to full mast and he sucked me off while the guys behind me buried themselves as deep as possible depositing 2 loads of cum and I just exploded in my bfs mouth at this point I was totally spent and drained and just collapse on them while they were still in me till we all could move again. my bf places me on my back and lifted my legs and pushed his dick in me for the last fuck of the night and he deposited his load deep in me while we were kissing and making love then we said our goodbyes to the remaining guests, went upstairs to get cleaned up and my bf sucked out as much cum he could and we shared it with a very sloppy piggy kiss before I was plugged and we took a well needed shower and collapsed on the bed with a huge smile on our faces overall I services 24 guys that night and most guys came in me more than twice, so do the math how many loads were deposited up my sloppy hole 😈 Sunday Today we just spent relaxing and I was recovering my well spent, sore hole (I just fucking love that used hole feeling!!!) and just fucking each other x

Hi there are 2. One in central Brighton and the other near Hove railway station. If the guy didn’t want it raw he shouldn’t be offering his arse in a dark room. He ended up with a nice raw cock in his hole and my cum deep inside him. Everybody’s raw cum slut journey begins somewhere, his just happened to start with me. I just Hope now he is taking all cummers like he is destined to do and next time in the dark room his gaping hole is slick with multiple loads as I enter him. My type of guy😈

The second part is here. * * * After two months at sea, we finally pulled into a port. Unlike most of the rest of the crew, however, I was not hard up to get laid. For the last two weeks, Seaman Kurtz and I had been getting together so he could fuck my ass and me loving every one of his nine inches he would shove into my ass. As we pulled into Pearl Harbor, I began my plans to head to this book store I had heard about down on Hotel street. The story I had been told said that there was an adult book store with a back room full of mini theaters where guys cruised. I couldn't wait. I figured I wasn't the only gay sailor who had heard about this place and since we were just one ship from an entire battle group pulling into Hawaii, I had high hopes for the evening. Once docked, wasted no time getting to Hotel street. I worked my way down the street until I found the book store I wanted. I picked out a movie that I found particularly hot and went to the back to my "assigned room." The back room consisted of about 45 smaller rooms, each with a TV. As I wandered through, I saw that about half of them were full and of this 20 or so rooms, more than half of the guys in them were sailors who had left their doors open just a little or they were checking out the place like me. One of the men walking around caught my eye. He was about six feet tall, with sandy blond hair. It was too dark to see his eyes clearly but I would have bet good money they were blue. What really caught my attention though was the huge bulge in his nylon running shorts, pushing up against the fanny pack around his waist. He noticed my very obvious stare and motioned for me to follow him. We went into what I took to be his "room". Once inside, I sat on the love seat provided and reached to pull down his shorts. Underneath, he was wearing a jock strap that couldn't contain the nice 8 inch cock poking out of the top of the pouch. I leaned forward and started chewing on the shaft of his dick through the material of his jock strap. I tasted cum as I did this and figured that this guy must where this when he jacks off on the ship. The taste of the dried cum on his jock strap made me yearn for the fresh stuff. So, with my teeth, I pulled the pouch of his supporter down off his cock and then wrapped my lips around his throbbing cock. I inhaled, taking in his strong manly smell. Not a dirty sweaty smell but a hot sexually excited smell. It drove me wild and I started to deep throat his cock. He didn't say a word, he just tilted his head back and moaned as I worked on his stiff prick. His meat tasted great. I began massaging his balls as I fucked his dick with my mouth. With my other hand, I reach between his legs and began to search for his tight little ass hole. He moaned loudly when I found it and started massaging it with my finger. I was surprised to find he had lube it up, obviously hoping to have something in it before the night was over. I wasn't about to let this guy's cock out of my mouth though. To appease him though, I took my finger and slid it into his waiting hole. Another loud moan escaped his lips. I took this to mean I was free to continue. I went back to deep throating this man's shaft. Each time I went down, I let his cock slide down my throat. At the same time, i would slide my finger as deep into his ass hole as I could. Soon however, it became obvious one finger wouldn't satisfy this young man. I moved another finger into position and started using two fingers to fuck his ass. After about five minutes, his legs began to quiver. I pushed my fingers in as deep as I could and started massaging his prostate. I also picked up the pace on his cock. My ministrations were soon rewarded. With a loud moan, I felt his sphincter tighten around my fingers. My other hand felt his balls draw up as his cum began to shoot into my mouth. This was definitely one of the sailors in my battle group because he let loose into my mouth a huge wad of cum. My mouth eagerly worked to swallow every drop of his seed, not wanting to waste a drop. As his orgasm subsided, I continued to suck his prick. To my surprise, he stayed hard as a rock. "Man that was great, but now I really want to get fucked!" he pleaded. I stood and removed my own shorts. While I did, he reached into his fanny pack and removed a bottle of astroglide. He squeezed some out into his hand and began to rub it onto my cock. He then turned around and bent over giving me access to his smooth well shaped butt. I reached out and spread his ass cheeks and put the head of my cock next to his ass hole. I then started pushing the head in nice and slowly. Since, my cock is really thick, I went slowly, enjoying the fell as this guys ass opened to let me in. Once the head was in, he pushed back and I felt his hot moist hole envelope my dick. It felt great. I started to slowly thrust in and out of his tight hole. "You like that dick?" I asked. "You been waiting for this for a long time, huh?" "Oh yeah!" he answered. "All those weeks at sea you been dreaming about getting your hole filled by a big fat cock like mine. Having it ream you out real good." I went on. "Yeah dude, I wanna be fucked real hard! I want you to drill me with that fat meat of yours!" He responded. It was at this time, I noticed he had left the door ajar and we were being watched. A young marine was standing in the doorway with his eye to the crack watching me fuck this guy. "Come on in," I said. The marine was about 19 years old, black, wearing nylon sweats. At least for the first few seconds he was hearing them. Then, they were off, exposing a huge 12 inch monster cock. The guy I was fucking grabbed it and immediately started sucking it. It was so big, he couldn't get it more than half way in his mouth. The sight of him trying though really got me hot. I began to fuck him really hard forcing him to moan. I felt him flex his ass hole squeezing my cock tight. Soon, he had me coating the inside of his ass with my load. I wasn't about to leave though until I saw this guy get fucked by our young black marine friend. I pulled my dick from his ass and motioned for the marine to take my place. I took the lube from the table and squeezed some onto his foot long prick. I could barely get my hand around it as I greased it up. I then aimed it towards the other guys waiting hole. My own ass hole twitched as I watched the head of the marines dick disappear into his ass. Slowly, the marine worked his huge prick into the other sailor's ass until he had nearly two thirds of it buried into him. Then he began to pump it in and out of his ass. I watched as each stoke went deeper and deeper until the entire length of this guys cock was inside. "Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me!" the sailor was moaning as he was impaled by the marines cock. The marine was taking long full strokes, each time burying his prick deep inside the sailors ass. Suddenly, the sailor let out a yell and the TV screen was splattered with his cum as it flew three feet across the room from his cock. Having come twice, he begged the marine to stop and let him have a break. "You want my ass while he rests?" I offered. Yeah, man," he replied. I grabbed the lube and greased up my ass. As I did I was thankful that I had recently been fucked by Kurtz, who was no slouch when it came to cock size. As it was, I had to go real slow to accomidate this marines horse cock. Once he had it in though, I was in extasy. His huge member felt like it was going through me. It was filling my ass like it had never been filled before. Soon, I was bouncing back on his cock trying to get every inch I could inside me. His huge balls which I hadn't noticed at first were swinging up and slapping against mine with each thrust. "Fuck me harder!" i groaned. "You like that big black cock don't you white boy," the marine said, shoving his cock harder into my ass. "You never had a cock this big huh?" "No, it feels great!" I grunted. "Fuck me, dude. Fuck me hard!" He obliged, slamming his cock hard and deep into my hole. His started thrusting his hips hard and fast, never pulling too far out of my ass. My ass was on fire as he impaled it again and again. Then, it felt as if his cock got even larger. He reached around and started pinching my nipple as he started rabbit fucking me and saying, "I gonna fill that white ass of yours with black marine cum man. Are you ready, are you ready man!!!" As he came he pinched hard on my nipple and I felt his cock spasm inside me. While he came, he continued to thrust his cock in and out of my ass. It felt like his cock jumped with each jet of his come and I would swear he filled me with nearly a quart of cum. Finally he stopped and pulled his dick from my ass. As he did, I felt my well stretched ass ooze with some of the cum he had just shot into my ass. I sat down, momentarily spent from such a massive reaming. The marine just reached over, grabbed some kleenex to wipe the lube from his cock, got dressed and left. The other sailor and I just sat and rested our tortured ass holes for awhile before we went out to find some more action. After two months at sea neither one of us was ready to go home.

Let's just file this one under fiction, okay? 'Cause I'd die if people knew what happened to me. I guess it all started a few weeks ago. I was on a4a and received a message from a hot hung dude. Let's call him Tommy. In my entire life I had never before seen so stunningly gorgeous a man, and his dick was perfection. Then I read his status: poz. Although he was amazingly good looking, I thought about it, and held-off on responding to his message. A couple of days later he messaged me again and asked if I was his type. I didn't want to be rude, so I told him I thought he was hot but I don't play with poz guys. Well, to make a long story short, he made an interesting proposition that was hard to ignore. Or maybe I couldn't ignore it because I was hard? Ehh .. who knows. To make a long story short, he ended up at my place and his dick was starting to enter me. In all honesty I was a little freaked out: a poz dick was about to enter my hole. This was definitely a first. But, I remembered Tommy's assurance that he would only 'shallow fuck' me and this was very safe. His plan was to very slowly work his fat dick into my hole and then very slowly and very gently fuck me with just the tip of his massive cock. He explained to me that it could feel better than being fucked hard and deep because all of the sensations are magnified when the top goes slow. And damn, was he right! Not only was his cock the biggest I had ever had in my ass, he also entered my ass more slowly than any big cock had ever fucked me before. When we started, I honestly thought it would hurt like hell, but he used a massive amount of lube and, true to his word, was very gentle. The problem was that it felt way to good. He didn't need to ask me. I'm sure my moans told him all he needed to hear. "How's that feeling?" he whispered into my ear. All I could do was answer with more moans and gasps. "Okay," he said, "we should probably stop now. I'm glad you enjoyed it." Then, he stopped and withdrew. Almost involuntarily I found myself pleading "Please, put it back in!" He kissed the back of my neck and replied "Gosh, I love fucking your hot bubble butt, but, I'm liking it too much," adding as he rubbed my crack with his cock, "and I'm worry you will like it too much and that I'll turn you into a chaser." I just wanted to get fucked more. II heard about bug chasers before. Those were stupid crazy people. I'm not one of them. "Please just a little more,"I pleaded. Tommy complied, saying "Okay, but I have to go just a little deeper. If I don't, I might pop out; the real difficulty is in the penetration. I have to make sure that I stay in your hole." That kinda made sense, I reasoned. I felt him slide it back in. Oh God! It felt beyond fantastic. My ass was stretching wide, but it didn't burn like most tops make me feel. "Fuck, that's deep!" I shrieked. Tommy assured me that it was only half-way in. "You're taking it well." And the brief painful jabbing sensation I had just felt was immediately replaced by a warm pleasant sensation. His pace was much quicker than the slow shallow strokes with which he had started. Now each stroke was more forceful, and brought me even more intense pleasure. Tommy whispered into my ear, "we should probably stop soon before I lose control. Unless you want a load of poz cum deep inside you." He drove his cock deeper into me as if to emphasize how far he was invading my hole at that point. The rational part of my brain told me that I needed to stop, but, it felt so wonderful. My orgasm was building. And I didn't want the pleasure to stop. All I could do was moan in response. Tommy tried to remind me that I was making a bad decision. "I can tell you're loving this, but, if you don't tell me to stop, I'll blast my poz cum inside your ass. Is that what you really want?" He then picked up his pace as if he knew the answer I couldn't say aloud. Oh my god. Why didn't I say stop? Was it because it felt amazing? Or did I maybe want a poz load in me? Wait, am I a bug chaser? Tommy was pounding me hard and deep now. I felt his balls slap against my taint. The sensations were overwhelming. I couldn't think straight. No, I'm not a bug chaser. But, fuck .. it felt so good! I just wanted him to keep fucking me. That's all. When I heard my voice demand he 'Fuck me', somehow it seemed like someone else had given the order. He paused for a moment. "Oh, you love this big dick inside you huh?" Why was he teasing me now. "Yes, fuck me!" I blurted out. My orgasm was so close. I needed him to continue. I pulled at his legs to show the urgency I felt. He slowly resumed pace and gave me one final warning "this big poz dick is gonna give you AIDS," as his pace picked-up. Oh fuck! Oh fuck! He was assailing my hole. I felt my balls tighten and I could feel his dick grow tight. My hole was being destroyed with each thrust, but I couldn't let it end. I couldn't believe the words that came out of my mouth as I started to jerk my cock, "I don't care! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I was so close to cumming. A voice in the back of my head was telling me "you're becoming a chaser." Or wait, did Tommy say that? I couldn't think clearly. But, all I could say before I came was "shoot your poz cum in me! Give me AIDS!" I felt a his cock twitch and pumping, and even as he did, another voice in the back of my head was telling me 'he's shooting poz cum into your ass'. And I didn't care. In fact, I loved it and blurted out "Yes! Fuck yes!" just as I shot my own load into my stomach. I could still feel Tommy pulsating inside my as as I shot more cum than I ever had in my life. Tommy collapsed beside me. As the seconds passed I came to reality. Holy shit, what I had I done?

Moderator's Note: @CMike1980 submitted a cleaned up version of this story. You will find the new version a few posts down. I merged the the threads so that the comments wouldn't go away. drscorpio

He might consider a speculum. I LOVE cranking guys slowly open....

When did you realise you had become a 'Daddy' and did you accept it readily or did you struggle with it? As a bottom I never had a problem getting attention when I was in my 20s and 30s. From younger and older guys. I was attractive, had a good build and guys loved my bubble butt ass. I usually had sex with guys my own age or younger. Then I hit 40 and suddenly it looked like I was in a limbo. As a bottom I appeared to be too old for the 30s guys (or younger). But strangely enough I was apparently also too old for the older guys as well! I still had sex but a lot less than I was used to. The replies usually were I was too old or "Sorry, but I prefer a bit younger". I still had enough sex to keep me satisfied but I thought my sexlife was slowly coming to an end. Then, in my late 40s I suddenly started getting messages from young guys: ""Fuck me Daddy" "I want your Daddy dick" and so on. Obviously the guys hadn't read my profile which clearly stated I was a bottom. But apart from that I was shocked to be called 'Daddy'. I had never thought of myself as a Daddy. I was getting older physically but in my mind I was still that 20s/30s guy with the bubble butt. Being called a Daddy really made me feel old and and facing reality I struggled with that. Should I maybe switch roles and start topping? Naww...not for me. I was a bottom, topping had no appeal to me. It took me a while to change my mindset and no longer picture myself as the hot young bottom guy. I no longer was that guy. If I no longer was that, could I maybe be a slutty Daddy? And I started to embrace that, presenting myself as a Daddy. It was not a role I could change overnight, I had to grow into it. To my own surprise it changed everything. Guys older than me still (mostly) prefer younger, but I get guys my own age and a lot younger too. Apparently there are plenty of younger guys who want to fuck a Daddy. I don't have a lot of anon sex but I do have a pretty reliable 'stable' of tops. Fuckbuddies ranging from 20s/30s to about my own age. Any guys who went through the same thing? How did your transition to being a Daddy go? Not just other bottoms but tops too who found out they were suddenly considered a Daddy without realising at first.

just got fucked by this beautiful latino man from grindr and i think im in love LOL no really i think i am ! i never EVER in my 26 years said that before ! . he told me we had talked before on grindr and that i was rude to him ? i dont remember i was probably drunk so he said he had blocked me , so this morning at 5:45 here in LA he send me a message on grindr we chatted because he said he wanted to give me another chance so i had him coming over my place i was already deep cleaned douched so i was ready to go. when he got here my jaw dropped ! literally perfect facial features beautiful nice full beard but not bushy or messy it was fixed real good , tall about 6'2 beautiful tan skinned i dont think it was a fake tan it looked natural , muscular and thick latin accent even tho he spoke english . once in my room he quickly undressed so did i he quickly commented how he liked my slim smooth body and nice round bubble butt and small waist that I was short I'm 5'6 he 6'2 We quickly started making out and I sucked him off , wow big thick cuban chorizo I had a nine inch before and berly fitted in my mouth this was bigger and thicker !! Not sure how much but deff bigger , I got on top of him and rode him no lube no spit nothing went in dry . I took a huge hit of poppers which helped . Then after a good 2 mins I felt my hole getting wet. Then he put me doggy style then missionary and came deeeep in me . Then he rested 20 mins and gave me a second load deep in me . He was different he was. Very passionate and kissing me and made love to me nobody has done it to me that good ! I don't know if it was a Cuban thing ? But o gawd I want him as my husband I would let him wife me up ! Lol . After we were done I got all his info and he coming every day at 6Am to fuck me because he goes in to work at 7am so he gonna be stopping by before work every morning . Btw I can tell he gave me a big load i put on my shorts and my ass is Leaking cum!

This past weekend in Vegas was a hot one. Besides being 110° outside. I went for a run and then headed into the hotel spa locker room to hit the steam room. The hot latin twink with the 7.5uc cock and hard body was working as the attendant. A little small talk, he hands me a towel and some water and I make my way through the empty place. A couple minutes later he comes in. We’ve done this before so there’s no question or discussion. My towel is open, my dick is hard, my hole is lubed, and my husband thinks I’m a trooper for doing a hard run in the heat. He drops to his knees and starts devouring my cock. I pull him off because I could cum in a second and he pops his hot cock out of his pants and I swallow it. Damn he’s so fucking hot! I look up at him as he is watching the door and for any other activity. I mean he is on the clock after all. I say to him it would be hot if he’d fuck me sometime. He says yeah? Get up. The kid wastes no time, feels my hole and just pushes all of himself deep inside. He grabs my shoulders and starts deep dicking with long strokes. But he pulls out and says he’s too nervous about getting caught. I say swallow my load and push his head down on my dick as I shot a 7day load down his throat. He leaves, I come out a few min later and he says that was a close call. I’ll be back tomorrow. Sunday morning, go for a run, head into the steam room. There’s some other guy taking a shower but otherwise it’s empty. In walks latin boy and he’s obviously been stroking himself behind the attendant counter. He grabs my hair and pushes his cock down my throat. He’s rough, obviously because he didn’t get off the day prior, and I’m in fuckin heaven. He tells me he’s going to cum and I held his cock still in my mouth and just sucked and licked his head as he shot spurt after spurt. I held his seed in my mouth, pulled up, stuck out my tongue to show him his load and he says that’s hot. I said want a taste? We snowballed his load. He kneeled back down and quickly swallowed another load from me. I’d say I hit the Vegas jackpot.

Unemployed. In my opinion, one of the most interesting topics I've read on here. We are getting to see a whole new side of guys.

Yes the dark room is pitch black (the clue is in the name I guess). @ballpumper is spot on. No drama, no chat. The condom ‘broke’ and I fucked him nice and deep until I came in him. If you want condoms don’t go in dark rooms and offer your lubed arse for daddy bears to ride. 😈

HANKY PANKY Hank laughed hysterically at my answer. I felt stupid, because I truly didn’t know why. I was just being honest. My thoughts began to take a dark turn thinking this guy was going to take advantage of me...maybe? But then I was hoping he would. I was all of a sudden getting hard in my pants...that I had just realized were really tight and showed the definition of everything below my waist. So I covered my crotch with the hem of the red flannel I was wearing. Then I had a sudden thought, why the fuck am I being shy? Hank took a good look at me, up and down then back up and made eye contact. He had green eyes that lustered like gems. I quickly looked ahead at the road. I mean I didn’t want to give him an impression that I would let him fuck me. He could be a fag basher for all I know. Most country guys are. “So,” Hank said, “Matt, where do you want me to drop you off? You have a place in mind? The next town is where I rest at. I’m located on the outskirts but I can drop you off at the truck stop if you’re going further than that.” “To tell you the truth,” I started to chuckle, “I have no place in mind. I don’t even know where I’m headed as I’ve said. I just know I’m heading west.” “Well, like I said I could drive you to the truck stop and drop ya there.” “I guess that’s fine—“ I began to say, but he continued on over me. “—Or if you’re looking for lodging, you could stay at my place for the night. Maybe have some good food, or maybe something else.” Ok now my attention was towards whatever notion “something else” may have been. So I had to pry. “What do you mean by something else?” I asked trying not to let my boner express my intentions if he was going there. Hank looked at me and smiled, “Open the glove box, friend.” I looked at the glovebox and pressed the lock and it fell open abruptly, and I spied upon a familiar looking glass object within. It was a pipe, a glass pipe for smoking...something I liked to smoke but couldn’t remember what it was. So I asked, “I’m interested, what is it?” Hank looked at me somewhat perplexed, “Well that is a tina pipe with some tina in it. I’m surprised you don’t know that. I mean I pinned you for an addict when I saw your arms.” “What do you mean my—“ I said as I looked at my arms and noticed they had marks up and down them, where my laceration scars should have been but magically were not. They were instead punctures, needle marks, like from shooting up. I liked shooting up. I was slightly beginning to recall. “Your track marks,” he said looking at the road. I looked upon them, “I didn’t notice these before.” Hank laughed, “wow man you must think I’m dull. Look, I presented a meth pipe, you don’t have to play stupid to hide the fact you’re a meth addict. Takes one to know one, son!” Hank showed me the inside of his right arm and he had identical marks. I was somewhat relieved yet confused of my discovery that I too was a meth addict. So I decided to give it to him straight or as the gays say, clearly. “Look, I may be suffering from memory loss,” I said “I know my name is Matt, and that I’m heading west. I was in a hospital in Texas for a failed suicide attempt that I somehow miraculously healed from without even scars to corroborate this incident. I barely remember who I was before. I mean I remember that I sang and performed for people but I don’t know who I am completely. Like now I just discovered that I like meth and that I’m an addict.” Hank looked at me then back to the road, “Ok, I believe you. In fact, I may be of some assistance with your memory.” “Really?” I asked, noticing his hairy blonde chest, and that I could smell his pheromones, which turned me on more. “Yep,” he responded, “but first I need you to do something for me. There is a torch lighter behind the glass pipe, I want you to grab that with the pipe and take a hit, maybe even two good hits. Blow me some thick clouds.” I wasted no time and grabbed the lighter and pipe and put the mouthpiece piece to my lips and started the torch within three clicks of the button that activated it. A sharp orange flame jetted out of the barrel like a spike, and suddenly I knew naturally what to do next. I was careful not to burn the meth inside the glass bulb chamber that was at the other end of the glass pipe and I slightly rolled pipe with my index finger and thumb as I lightly moved the torch over the curves of the bulb and the meth melted into a smoky liquid. I inhaled slowly at first but as the smoke got thick within the chamber I was steadily sucking the smoke into my lungs and I felt the familiar taste and feeling that I somehow expected, maybe even in fact, craved. I shut off the torch and sucked the rest of the billowing smoke from the pipe into my lungs and then when I moved the pipe from my lips I exhaled a thick cloud of meth smoke that impressed Hank, who was chuckling at the cloud that sprung forth from my lungs. “Please,” Hank encouraged, “take another one. A bigger one this time, try not to singe the tina though.” I did exactly what I did before except I went even slower on the inhale, taking in even more smoke than before, fuck more than I thought I knew how to do. When I exhaled this time, I blew out a cloud so dense, I couldn’t see out the windshield, and Hank even pulled over to the shoulder, and laughed. “Ha!” He exclaimed, “you are not only an addict, you’re a professional! A specialist! Like yours truly!” Hank took the pipe and torch from me and took his turn hitting the meth pipe. Sure enough we hotboxed his truck with thick pillowy smoke. I couldn’t see past it to view his face. He had the windows rolled down even. But it wasn’t long until the cab of the truck was clear and saw that he was taking another big puff. He finished with a cloud so big, so white, it blanketed the cab again with a white screen I couldn’t see past. Eventually it cleared up. Hank handed me back the pipe, “Ok, so what we know so far is your name is Matt and you are heading west, which is Southern California, whereabouts is still to be discovered, but most likely Palm Springs, the meth capital since you sir are a bonafide meth addict! And you not only smoke meth well, you slam it. Which tells me you have been at this a long time!” I took another hit from the pipe and pulled two more thick clouds like the last time and that’s when I felt that I was high. It felt awesome, and I was horny as fucking hell. “Ok,” I said, submitting to the clues, “but I don’t know about the Palm Springs part, and what the hell is slamming? It sounds familiar…” Hank grabbed my arm and showed me the marks within, “These are syringe point marks,” he said, “which means you like to inject meth into your veins, and from the looks of it, you have done this many many times. More so than I have, see?” He showed me his marks, which were numerous but yeah I had more. I noticed my other arm was also littered with these marks. Hank went on, “And I only mentioned Palm Springs because the best meth in the world is there. You look like you’re going where the meth is just by gathering what I’ve discovered. But maybe you’re not. Just a guess.” Hank takes the pipe, does a few more hits and then puts it back in the glove box. I am raging hard and he looks at me with content. “Say,” he says with a slight smile, “you wanna suck my cock? You’ve got to be as hard as me right now.” “Yes!” I say with eager relief that he asked. “Ok good,” Hank says as he unbuckles his overalls revealing he isn’t wearing underwear, “I was gonna kick you out if you didn’t.” Hank’s cock is around seven inches long but fuck he was thick! He was pulsating too and so I immediately gave my attention to it with my somewhat dry mouth for which he stopped me and handed me the beer he was sipping on. “Here, you’re dry, take a few good swigs to coat your throat,” he said, “Nevermind that it’s rodeo cold” “What’s rodeo cold?” I asked as I gulped my first and realized the beer wasn’t cold at all but hot! Almost too hot, which was disgusting but Hank insisted if I wanted this thick cock I had to hydrate my mouth and throat first. So that’s what rodeo cold means, the contrary to cool refreshing, which is very hot and not good, but serves its purpose I suppose. I gulped down several gulps before he takes it away from me and takes a huge swig himself. In the meantime he grabs the back of my neck and pushes me to his throbbing member which is oozing precum like the sweat permeating from his balls. I can smell he’s really gamey, but not filthy. He knows how to clean his asshole, because it doesn’t smell like shit. Just a thick musky smell of sweaty balls, which I’ve discovered get me harder. His cock is all the way in my mouth and towards my throat and I just begin bobbing up and down on his girth as he moans and drives his truck to wherever we are headed. He slides his wet fingers, obviously he wetted them with his mouth while I sucked, down my pants and starts to play with my asshole. I’m concerned because I’ve not bathed in over a week, however I haven’t shit either. I feel his fingers rub the circumference of my sphincter folds and his index poking into the hole which loosens to his touch. He moans louder and starts finger blasting my asshole like a clit which makes me moan on his cock which is now drenched from me slurping and sucking it. I’m tasting its flavor as he pulsates harder and harder with each brisk stroke of my wet rodeo cold beer lubed lips surrounding the veiny length and girth of his cock. More precum is ejecting salty creamy loads into my hungry noisy drenched mouth which is filled with his dick that continues to pulsate harder and faster with each delicate watery slurp. “Holy fuck man, you’re mouth is amazing,” he states as he continues to finger bang my hole making it looser and wider for another finger to slide through. He pulls up on my hole like he would picking up a six pack of beer by the center. Making me moan harder into his cock which causes a sweet sensational vibration that excites Hank even more to the point of exploding the contents of his balls into my slurping sopping mouth. “Fuck dude I’m gonna blow my fucking load!” He says as he pulls over the truck and puts it in park, “You want it?” He asks as he pants harder and harder. I moan an affirmative which makes him fuck my mouth vigorously, going deep into my throat pulsating more and more jiz as he builds up to the climax that’s about to happen. I gulp and slurp and swallow forcefully stroking my tongue around his vibrating shaft making him thrust and grind harder into my fucking head. He pumps and pumps and pumps and fucking pumps… “Fuuuuuuuuuck!” He yells as his thick girth pulsates violently. Thankfully Hank pulled over earlier, because this explosion is about to put Old Faithful rightfully to shame. That fucking dick just starts fucking violently shooting a massive load that catapulted to the back of my fucking thirsty cum guzzling throat coating entire area of my cavity with his spunk, followed by another thick load and another thick load and so on as his cock pulsates to its full potential, filling my sopping slurping orifice. His thick pulsating length that continuously gushes seed, he ejects thick creamy salty sperm that coats my mouth and throat with pyroclastic glee as I gobble every fucking drop, gulping and swallowing, like the suction of a thick straw slurping up yogurt. His cum was coating my throat in layers of his DNA, expelling pleasure fiercely from his vibrating swollen nuts into my mouth through his pulsating shaft I wanted up my clenching cum gulping asshole immediately after. Fuck he still keeps blowing wads in my mouth, even making some spill out the crevices of where my lips are vigorously wrapped suctioned to his goddamn jolting thickness! “Holy fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” He outbursts as he shakes the last drop from his swollen balls into my mouth, making him quake hard with overwhelmingly gratifying pleasure. The man is truly, as they say when ultimately satisfied, fucking spent. I linger upon his dick a bit longer until it finally goes limp with no more to ejaculate, no more to give to the greatest and most awesomeness that is my jiz monging mouth and throat. I lift off of him with one last pulling sucking slurp that rips the last bits of sensual pleasure his dick has left for the meantime and he jolts with an unexpected electric tickle that makes him slightly yelp like a puppy squirting his first nut. I take a drink of his beer to swallow the remnants of the load that now belongs to me and my guts. I can smell his cock sweat on my beard and moustache which smells better than a fine cheddar. “Jesus Fuckload Christ,” he finally musters from his body which is twitching in an invalid condition, “what the fuck was that!?” I remember the words that instantly formed with in my brain, as if pulled from the memory of brilliantly executing this deed many times before, the regally erotic expression to properly and with due justice describe what Hank just experienced, fumbled from my now very loose rubbery waterlogged lips, “That was some fucking epic road head from a supreme fuckstar aptly called, the black magic blowjob deluxe.” Hank looked at me with amazement for a moment then smiled and without pulling up his overalls, he started driving, “You are coming home with me.”

Don't worry about your hole being blown out and never being tight again the rectum is a muscle that actually want's to stay tight. If you do it occasionally. Most tops would not have a clue that you've been fisted or are a fisting bottom. It takes heavy and very regular training to keep that pussy loose

Over the last year I’ve gotten into fisting. I never thought I would like it, but I enjoy it especially as a top fister. To my amazement I’ve become very good at top fisting.

It takes time to open a hole. Sorry but it needs to be said. a lot of guys think that a fisting top can take them from virgin to bicep deep fisting with the occasional fisting session. Like anything worth doing it takes practice. That being said if you're significant other or Master is a fisting top he still can own your ass while doing toy play on you until you can take his fist.

"mind?" i pretty much crave anything that comes out of a Top that He wants to put inside of me. Piss is awesome, in some ways more than cum to me, because i absorb it and it is obvious when i urinate that my Tops piss has mixed with mine. To me, it's a type of impregnation. Also love if a Top expresses His needs and lust through not only using me as a human toilet, but sharing me that way.

I’ve had plenty of “quick hits” over the years. The quickest and hottest: I had just checked in to my hotel and was trying to get my keycard to work when a guy walks towards me. Late twenties, dark hair, store bought tan, a bit thin for my taste. But definitely gay and hungry. We made eye contact. I did the “don’t you hate when this happens” look. He smiled and gave me that “Hey, Daddy” look. Then he opens the door directly across from mine...and lingers with the door open. I could smell that this was my moment to act. I confidently walked across the hall and directly into his room, pulling my roller bag behind me. The door shut loudly. I spun him around and pulled down his shorts. I forcefully bent him over the dresser, dropped trou, and hit my knees so I could spit repeatedly on his hole and my cock. Then I shoved my cock in his faggot pussy and RAM FUCKED HIM til I blew my load. Just for good measure and my own amusement, I fingered his hole and brought it around to his panting mouth. He was totally overwhelmed. I smacked his ass, pulled my pants back up, grabbed my bag, and left. From the time I walked in to the time I left had to be under 5 minutes. No names. No words. Just a good old fashioned anonymous spit-n’-shove. (My keycard worked when I tried it again, btw.)

Every gay man I know carries around a mental portfolio of all the shitty things other gay men have said and done to him. Facts.

It's as if he had it all planned from the beginning; great story and great way to get knocked up.

I agree with Slut! The term "clean" needs to stop! I'm sure he means it needs to stop. If you're HIV- what makes you think you're cleaner than I am? And as far as bareback goes, we all make decisions in life that we need to accept and live with. You sound confused when you talk about your "obligations." HIV is not the end of the world. Yes your life will definitely change, but the world keeps going on and you should too. If you bareback you probably (1) enjoy the pleasure it gives your partner and/or (2) you enjoy the feeling of cum in your body. Either way, you only go around once, make the best of it.

Fun-Day-Job = International IT Executive. Great career. Travel the world. I see both interesting and .... disturbing things in my travels. Keeps me humble. I do my best to help. And... I am appreciative that I am Canadian (eh!!)... I live a good life. Fun "but-not-job" - Keyboard Guy (PG1961 = Piano Guy). I've heard ALL the jokes about organs (yes, I am a pipe organist and have had some VERY cool experiences in churches internationally), pianos (again - some VERY cool experiences internationally - Schipol, Rome, Nashville, Toronto, Washington etc... very cool) harmonica and sax. Play in a band that covers everything .. classic rock (think Radar Love, Supertramp, Led Z., Deep Purple) country (Lady Antebellum, Johnny Cash), Canadiana (Blue Rodeo, The Hip, Gordon Lightfoot, Ian Thomas, 54-40), Steely Dan, Blue Oyster Cult.. OMG we have fun!!! What a great question!

Anyone believe in sharing cock and cum, rimming and felching opportunities in darkrooms? I wish more of it happened on a regular basis!! 🐷

It happened quite a bit in Rio for me. While I was at the Bear Sauna, Adult Movie Theater, and TV Bar. All three stops there were quite a few times where I had to use body language to figure out things. And many of the places were dark, so it wasn't always easy to do that. But i got fucked quite a bit, even took a few loads in my hole. Its absolutely on my list to return to for that reason. While I was at Cine Rex, i got fucked by this older Brazilian Gentleman with one of those super short but super fat cocks that stretches your hole to its limit, but doesn't get you deep. But the stroke and that stretch on my hole made it an experience and whatever he was saying in Portuguese, besides calling me a bicha made it all the more hot.

This is a bit of a different scenario. Met a hot looking guy on BBRT over a year ago and between our travel schedules we had a lot of trouble setting a date for a hookup. One night I logged on he was there and was available immediately and so we set up a meeting at my place for later on that Friday night. He arrived at the door and was even better looking than his pics.... beautiful smile, great eyes (sparkling) and a hot bod. Then he pointed to his iPad where he was running a program and it displayed "I have had hearing problems for years, but I can read lips". I'm an IT guy, so was he and we were able to type on the portable keyboard he pulled out of his bag. We hit it off and chatted a little bit on the computer back/forth and then stripped down and headed for the massage table.... where he proceeding to ravish my body TWICE. The sex was undeniably hot and the sounds of our mutual groans and moans were pretty hot as well. After round 2, we went back to the kitchen and he typed that he was VERY turned right at the door when I didn't flinch and welcomed him into my home. He said the hearing impaired/deaf thing scared a lot of people off and the situation was often uncomfortable and the sex sucked. Not us... we had chatted back/fort for a year on BBRT!!! I knew he had a great sense of humour and was quite witty and smart. In person, between us typing on the keyboard/iPad, him reading my lips and a mutual interest from our chats, it didn't matter at all to me that he was not easy to understand verbally... we had already established that we wanted to play... and man, did we play. I think the fact that we both already felt comfortable with one another and had some desire to get naked made it all workable. He is in an open relationship and we have become long term fuck buddies since..... the sex is still always hot.... No need to talk to have a few loads dumped into my hole...

I always fuck raw in a dark room, it’s the best thing 😈🍆💦☣️

THE GIVING MAN (RE-EDIT) I am HIV positive middle aged man in his mid forties that gives the gift of infecting those who choose to be infected with the virus. Judge away, it is of no concern to me. I was undetectable until a vicious villainous brat made me change my mind about my status. As a successful plot of revenge I let my status go from undetectable to infectious. Let me explain: I'm a damn good looking guy, standing six feet, three inches, two hundred and thirty pounds of hard hairy muscle, some would even call me a dashing, strapping stud on his way to silver fox daddy status. I’m also fairly wealthy to boot and the boys are easily seduced by my charms. But it wasn’t always that way. I had gotten infected when I was thirty after participating in a gang bang conversion party. I was high from meth and I wasn’t sorry. I knew the risks and I still use from time to time. But I use it only for enhanced sex and never to to cope as most would say as an excuse for their addiction. I happen to be quite responsible when it comes to partying and I respect drugs, never abusing them. So anyway to cut to the chase, shortly after I was diagnosed, I met an eighteen year old bottom boy who was cute as can be, red hair, blue eyes, fair skin with lots of hair everywhere, from chest to the rest, hair blanketed his heavenly slim form. Very sexy, and red heads who are handsome are exceptionally rare to me, sorry to most of you gingers out there, I mean no offense. This guy was from a well off Christian family who disowned him for being gay, and threw him out on the street. I met him in Chicago during IML and he had lost his job and started selling himself to survive. He was fresh on the street and I could tell he had never done anything of this nature before. So I hired him for the night and pretty much he’s been with me ever since then. Well until a little over a year ago to be exact. He had been with me for close to eight years. That’s how long I took care of this pariah, and had nothing to show for it. The thing is, we never fucked. Nope, not even a kiss or a blow job had come between us because I was that kind of chump that wanted his heart before sinking my thick hairy dick into his bubblegum colored asshole that I’m sure was covered in thick red hair. His name was Tyke, (yeah go figure). We went to the Howard Brown Clinic there to get his test results to which we found out his wasn’t reactive to the instant HIV test, meaning he was negative. I got him some PrEP and told him to start taking it immediately, for it would keep him safe from the virus if he should ever decided to be a fucking cum dump or if somehow my meds couldn’t protect him. There’s always that slim chance. So Tyke came home with me to Palm Springs, California where he wanted for nothing. I gave him everything he desired. I got him a car, his own room with toys like video game systems, he started working to which he only worked for a split minute before I encouraged him to just live off an allowance I was willing to give him. He sure acted like he loved me then but yet we still didn’t fuck. For some reason he had an excuse as to why he wouldn’t. The biggest and most important of these bullshit reasons was; “I wanna save myself for marriage,” “Ok,” I said one night to him. I entered his room naked and wanting his youthful form to grind and take in my mature rock hard handsome form. “I’m not ready for that either, I’m sorry!” “No no,” I said like a fucking dimwit, “I was wrong to assume.” He gave me a peck on the lips and smiled, “Good night,” and turned over and fell asleep soundly. Frustrated at myself for thinking he was ready I went back into my room, slammed myself with some tina and jerked off all night to porn. This was my sex life for several years. What an idiot I was. For months I would try and try to convince him that I loved him, which I did, and that I wanted to make him my husband, but he would avoid the subject and talk about going to school for psychology and then maybe afterward he would consider it, to which I funded his college along with all he ever wanted or needed. Then one year became seven years and he was in his mid-twenties, and he looked amazing. He was working out, eating right, and going to school, making good marks even graduating with a degree and starting his own practice. Needless to say I was proud of him, except he still refused me. I would remind him of his promise to consider it which he would aptly reply, “I’m still in the process,” One night it would draw to a head, I was sick of his crap and he was starting to get on my nerves, expecting me to wait on him hand and foot. He also just assumed that I would buy him stuff without any gratitude. Finally I was fed up with his refusal to marry me or to at least kiss me with some tongue. Come to find out he had his reasons and they surfaced. He had read my documents from the doctors office and didn’t tell me until I brought the subject of marriage up again to which he had a definitive answer, “Sweetheart,” The faggot said in his tone of arrogance, “I will never marry you. First off you haven’t been honest with me about your status. You’re positive?” “Yes, but I was never dishonest,” I answered to which he shook his head at me. “Um yeah you were,” he sneered, “you didn’t tell me that you were so…” “I never told you because it never came up,” I argued, “you never asked nor did it seem like you cared. Besides I’m undetectable do you know what that means?” “Yes,” he said, with his now muscular arms crossed, “but you could still infect me.” “Not if you’re taking your PrEP!” I said with irritation, “are you taking your PrEP?” “That has nothing to do with it,” he said, the cocky dicksuck, “Besides, the man I would love and marry I wouldn’t need meds, nor would he to have sex with me. We wouldn’t be encumbered by such notions because we would be a natural couple with no need of pills or condoms or risks between us like other normal couples. You, however, are unnatural, and therefore you and I would never be.” I was fucking livid, “I fucking supported you for these several years, giving you anything you wanted, paying your way, giving you opportunity you wouldn’t have had otherwise on the street as a hustler! How could you have such a disgusting and vile notion of the man who loved you unconditionally?” “I never asked for all of this,” he said peering at his manicured nails, the fucking faggot, “you offered and I obliged. Who wouldn’t?” I was torn apart by what he was telling me, “And what now, my love? Are you to expect me to support you after saying such atrocious words to the man who fucking loves you!?” “Why no,” he said smiling, “the allowance you have allotted me has allowed me to accumulate my own wealth from these past years and now with my business up and going, and a nice chunk of change, for which I do appreciate, however, I am sorry to say your service is no longer needed.” “My services?!” I barked. “I leave within the hour. I’ve had my stuff packed and shipped to my place in LA weeks before graduation. I have set myself up pretty nice now thanks to your generous yet gullible nature.” I picked up a very expensive sculpture I had acquired in Spain, and threw it at him, to which he dodged and then tackled me. He was stronger and had me pinned to the floor of our living room, correction, MY living room, it was never his. He laughed in my face and said, “Foolish old man, you didn’t really believe I would marry an infected piece of shit like you? I’ve fallen head over heels for a negative fellow. That’s right, I even have a boyfriend in the city waiting for me. He’s fucked me so many times I may be the first pregnant man without being transgendered. I got you good, my sweet friend. Oh well, we live and learn don’t we?” We live and learn, I began to sob. He laughed as he stood up and brushed himself off, “Oh boo-hoo, fucker! You had designs on me so obviously I felt no guilt twisting the trick upon you. It’s what I call a flip slip and it’s deserving of you to have such done to ya since you were so eager to fuck me with your infected cock!” “Mark me, boy,” I said with tears of rage as I was getting up, “one year from now, it will be me who has the last chuckle of this whole charade. It will be you who weeps in the end and I who laughs at your demise.” Tyke laughed so hard he almost fell backwards and then said, “Right, old man, whatever makes you sleep at night.” Another man came from behind him, Asian, and well formed, but smooth. He had let himself in no doubt and Tyke was expecting him. “Is everything ready,” Tyke said without taking his eyes off of me, “It’s time for me to get the fuck out of this dungeon.” “Why yes,” the Asian said, “your lover awaits. Is all well here? Did you defeat this tyrant?” Tyrant? So the fucker lied about me to make me the villain. Fucking piece of shit. “He can no longer hurt me,” Tyke said, “he’s just a stupid lonely sad old man.” As soon as I got up, Tyke kicked me back to the ground and I lay there in pain as they both left laughing. When I was finally able to stand I wailed in agony for the wrong that had been done. But at the time there was nothing I could have done. I crawled into my bed, and fell asleep. No more I could do for that day, except rest. Two months passed and I was numb to the world. The only thing that mattered was getting that fuck head back. But how? I had no idea where he lived or how I could do justice to the insidious deed that he had done to me. That is until I met a man named Chemical Mike. Chemical Mike was a chemist that cooked and sold the best meth in the land. He was a mystery, a legend, maybe even a myth, for no one had ever seen him before. I figured he was a conglomeration of dealers using his name as a false handle to throw off the law. That is until he contacted me through a network of people he had working for him. At first it was a note in my stash of meth I kept well hidden in a safe beneath my floorboards in my closet. I was immediately shocked when I found the note with a couple of syringes filled with what I assumed was loaded shots. The note said; I know of the sin committed against you and I want to help. Bring these to the bus station downtown and there you will meet a man who goes by the name Hobo Joe. He will lead you to a car that will lead you to me after you give him these loaded shots. Do it now and be quick for Hobo Joe leaves the bus station for the shelter at 10 pm and then he’s in for the night. The sooner you get to Hobo Joe the sooner you will get to me and you shall have your revenge. Chem M I wasted no time, and locked up and left. As I drove, some cop cars went the opposite direction. I hope they hadn’t spotted this Chem M who said he would help. But I thought nothing more of it. I was at the bus station close to ten at night when I saw Hobo Joe, dressed in what looked like a cloak and robes all tattered and filthy. I could not see his face. He was expecting me. “Payment for transit to the one who seeks you,” he said to me in a raspy voice that sounded like he had swallowed glass. I gave him the loaded shots within the brown paper bag to conceal them and after inspection he signaled me to follow him three blocks away where a sedan was waiting. I turned to thank him but he had vanished already. Probably best, I thought. I got into the car from the back passenger seat, when a muscular handsome black man in the driver’s seat pulled out a gun and said, “Hold up, are you packin, mother fucker?” “N-no,” I squealed, “Chemical Mike told me to follow Hobo Joe to this car!” “I know that, you son of a bitch! But are you armed?” “No!” I groaned, “I don’t like guns!” The man laughed and put his piece away, “Hold on then, sucka cuz we got one hell of a night to drive through.” As I buckled my seat belt he floored the gas and sped out of town, and for two hours he drove and I sat silent. We stopped in the middle of the desert and then drove off road after passing a billboard that said, “SAFETY BELTS SAVE LIVES.” We drove into wild country for about another hour thirty minutes before he stopped in front of a huge RV that looked really expensive located past what looked like a camp with tents and shanty structures. The RV was a shiny black with extended windows and what looked like running water and electricity, it also had satellite dishes on top. It was located next to a nice big bonfire not far from the settlement we walked through. People were fucking around the fire, men and women, hopefully of age, naked and writhing against each other. The orgy distracted me a little because the man grabbed me and said, “Pay attention muthafucka!” and he brought me into the RV. It was so beautiful on the inside, bigger than what I expected, much larger than a bus, decked out with anything and everything the modern world had to offer. We walked into the living area where a gay porn was playing on a huge flat screen and it was being controlled from someone sitting a huge sofa chair away from where we came in so therefore it concealed whoever was sitting in it. I assumed it was Chemical Mike. The man left me with a warning, “I am just outside that door, sucka,” he said cocking his gun, “all it would take is one wrong move and your ass is iced, got it?” I nodded and he left me alone with the chair facing the monitor, which the monitor was around seventy inches at least. The porn flipped off and then there was a recording of me and Tyke that night! He had been spying on me! Then there were mini screens of Tyke meeting with a handsome Latin man during school, and Tyke getting fucked by him unbeknownst to them. This guy had been tracking Tyke’s pursuits. But why? “You have been had, my friend,” a voice from the chair said as it slowly turned revealing a man in his late thirties. He was handsome with black hair, brown eyes and olive skin, slender, with a beard unkempt and kind of scraggly. His clothes were simple, a tee-shirt with plaid shorts and sandals, his outfit was in tones of red and brown. “Your exboyfriend, our enemy, Tyke?” He said with his hands together on his lap, “has been a thorn in our side, no?” “I’m sorry but what has he done to you?” I asked hoping it wouldn’t piss him off enough to call in that armed guard he had at the door. “Well,” he said as he stood up, “I’m jumping ahead here. First, let me introduce myself, I’m Mike.” “Hello Mike,” I said and offered my hand to him, to which he refrained from taking, “Chemical Mike I presume?” “You presume correctly,” he said as he pulled a remote from his pocket and clicked the button on it switching the screen to Tyke working with the DEA, “So, this little fuck, forgive my language, has been helping the police take down my men. He has helped bring twelve of my most successful plugs in the Palm Springs area already. I’m losing business because of this fuckhead, who thinks his shit don’t stink, thinks that he can just waltz upon my domain and piss upon my face.” “I’m sorry about that,” I said to him, “I had no idea.” “I know,” he said and clicked the remote again to reveal the DEA at my house! “He’s found out your little secret, the tina vice you dabble in, and now plans to bury you with it.” I was shocked beyond comprehension. That fuck! They were at my house searching for drugs but as it seemed they found nothing yet. “Don’t worry,” Mike said, “when they find your safe full of my product, it will already be destroyed. I have placed a small acid bomb in there which activated after you shut and locked the safe. It will destroy everything including the lock so not only will they have a wonderful time trying to get it open, but when they finally do open it, they will find a very dangerous chemical, which is my trademark for those who pry too much in my affairs. Many of these DEA fucks have lost fingers and face parts fucking with me and my clientele!” “I don’t understand,” I replied, “What do I have to do with you?” “Believe it or not,” Mike said walking up to me, “you are one of my favorite clients. You don’t rat my dealers out, you keep your nose clean, you’re discreet about your use, not even your backstabbing beau knew of your vice until a few months ago, to which he incorporated into his plans to leave you hapless, just so you wouldn’t have any funny ideas of payback I imagine.” “That fucking prick!” I exclaimed, but Mike held his hand up. “However,” Mike reassured me, “he couldn’t prove that you were doing anything until he helped bust your dealers, which are MY top employees and also close friends. They are in prison because of this lying manipulative red headed cunt! I want his blood! And you my dear are going to help me get it.” I was speechless, he kept going, “I had to wait though before I could make my move due to the delicacy of the situation. I didn’t want to get you in trouble but also I had to wait for him to strike so that I could get one of my stealthy employs to sneak the message into your abode. Plus I want to help you. I’ve been watching you for awhile, for reasons that are my own.” I didn’t even need to think about it. I would help him destroy this fucking twat. “What do you want me to do?” I asked. “So you will help me bring this fucker down?” Mike asked surprisingly. “Why not?” I asked, “I said I would have my revenge in a year.” “Yes,” he said, “curious as to how you would know that or figure that in.” “I dunno,” I said as I peered down to my feet, “just something within me made me say it. Maybe it was my anger and pain.” “Or maybe I subliminally integrated that within you with some simple psychology, like playing a subliminal message in your room when you argued with him that day.” “Wait,” I said as I looked at him, “what?” He smiled and walked around me, “I knew he was using you and I couldn’t figure out why he would. You’re smart and handsome and quite a catch.” “A catch that caught the booty footy, I’m infected with HIV,” I responded, “which is why he refused me and also reminds me that I must take my pill now.” “I would let you fuck me,” he said, “but I too am HIV positive so...anyway, you’re undetectable now?” “Yes,” I said reaching for my meds that were in my pocket, he stopped me. “Listen to me for a moment,” Mike said, “what if you infected him with the virus and then helped me frame him for everything? Set his red ass up and have him put away for a long time, simultaneously freeing my employees and getting the DEA off my dick to boot? I’ll pay you, no, reward you for a job well done?” Immediately I was interested, “How?” “Simple,” he said and grabbed my meds and threw them into the garbage dispenser that was nearby which was industrial model because it ate the bottle within seconds. I gasped but he stopped me, “Hey now, don’t worry. After a year and the deed is done you can start taking them again.” “I’ll develop a mutation that will make me resistant to my meds.” “Nuh uh,” he said and stuck a shot into my arm and injected the contents within, “this is my special recipe that will stop your body from developing a resistance to the drugs you’re taking for it without suppressing the virus. This one shot I gave you will last a year from this day. After a year you will need to take your meds again, that is unless I give you another shot.” “I’ve never heard of such a drug that is able to do that!” I exclaimed rubbing my arm. “No one has,” Mike said throwing the needle into the grinding dispenser, “I discovered a way to suppress the body developing a resistance while keeping it viral. I am the greatest chemist to have ever lived, ya know.” I was pleasantly shocked. He smiled and walked back to his seat and clicked the monitor back to porn. “So,” he said as he sat down, “Mr. Giving Man, let’s be friends, what do you say?” I couldn’t help but smile. So I agreed and he set me up in a tent outside with the rest of his crew who were still in the midst of the orgy by the fire. He said I could join them or not but either or we started early in the morning so best get some rest. I refrained from pleasure. I wanted to save my load for the bastard that ruined my life, and Mike was going to help me with that. Months passed, and during this time I remained in the desert with Mike, and he worked me out hard. First, he taught me chemistry. He taught me how to make meth, then he taught me the business; the best way to distribute product, then how to use it in moderation and how to administer others without missing the vein, what to do if I missed, medical procedures and prognosis and such. He taught me everything because he said, “It will make you far more creative when you finally faced the cocksucking bastard.” So I learned all of the rules of the meth game. But that wasn’t all. He taught me how to use a gun, how to tie someone up, he made me lift weights and had one of his men teach me hand to hand combat. How to subdue someone quickly and quietly. He taught me about chloroform and it’s uses. Basically Chemical Mike made me into his weapon, his administer, and eventually, even his lover. I remember the night he practically seduced me, although he blames me for the seduction. It’s neither here nor there... I was doing push ups outside about ten yards from the RV and I was hot and sweaty and he came to me with some water. I stopped and drank. I was hot and I felt my muscles flexing now without effort, flexing more so than they ever had, and he quietly watched me as I poured the water down my steamy hot body, and I swear, it was just to cool down. I wiped the water from my face and chest and… “Come,” Mike said without giving me the notion of being turned on, “we have much to discuss about the week at hand.” I followed him into the RV and he lead me passed his living area and passed the lab where he cooked meth into the room I had never been in. It was his lavish bedroom, lavish because it was adorned with fine fabrics and cushions with mirrors surrounding the room and lights of purple, red, pink, and blue making the area seductive to the sights. Electronic music played in the background and a large flatscreen upon the wall played Treasure Island Media, and I recognized the scene called Primal which was one of the best scenes shot in porn ever. I was about as big as the top and he was about the size of the bottom, I noticed. He sat down at the table and pulled out some shots and said, “I am well pleased with your progress. So let’s take a few days off and just have some fun.” “Really?” I said to him as I sat across from him, “shouldn’t we focus on the task at hand?” He shot me a look of disdain and then pointed with his head to the screen, “You see that porn that is playing right now? I have always wanted to be fucked that way, and to my disappointments never had the chance. Now look at you. You’re about Luca Bondi’s size because of my training. So, you owe me for that killer body you now possess, do you not?” I smiled, “I suppose so.” Mike undressed to his jockstrap and his body was beautiful, no, absolutely gorgeous! He was slender but firm, wasn’t as hairy as I am, but he had tufts of it on his chest, in his groin area, and on the small of his back and of course moderately covering his ass and crack. His black hair was radiant and green eyes beamed. Chemical Mike was a fine stock of male. Yeah I wanted him. To tell the truth I wanted him when I first laid eyes on him. “Do you want to administer me,” he asked as he wrapped the tourniquet around his arm and then placed it downward upon his knee. “Are you sure,” I asked. “No, but,” he said, “I trust you. I want you to know that.” “I trust you too,” I said as I grabbed the loaded shot and went for his arm. I found the fat vein I needed and followed protocol, using an alcoholic swab over the injection site. Before I pierced him with the needle, I leaned in and kissed the vein and looked up at him. He was smiling. “Oh you’re such a Romeo aren’t ya?” He chuckled. Quietly, I smiled and got down to business. I positioned the bevel up with the point flush against his skin. “Ready,” I said in a deep masculine voice looking up at him. “Born ready,” he smiled, “show me what you have learned out here in the desert.” “Ok,” Without hesitation I pierced him quickly and pulled back the plunger and immediately a red silky stream flashed into the barrel, and as quickly as I pulled back, I pushed the plunger in silently as he pulled the tourniquet off. I pulled the needle out quickly and he bellowed out a huge cough. And then his rush turned him red like a rose. “Holy fucking Moley!” He exclaimed as he tore his jockstrap off and fell on the bed rubbing his cock which was erect and then rubbed his beautiful hairy hole which was now exposed, “I have never let anyone do that to me before!” “Really?” I chuckled as I ripped off my shirt and pants, “I don’t believe you.” “No shit!” He said, as I looked into his eyes, which were now black and shaped as saucers, “you’re the first.” “I’m honored,” I smiled as I wrapped the tourniquet around my left bicep and pumped my hand. I laid down naked on the bed next to him as I slowly injected myself. I snapped the tourniquet off before pulling out the needle so not to cause bruising and then it hit me like a fucking semi truck. I coughed so much and moaned because it was so intense and laid closer next to him and controlled my breathing. He giggled and stared at me as I got it together. I looked at him and he kissed me long and deep in the mouth and I gave it right back. He tasted like tina and sweat. Thank god the room was cool with air conditioning or we would have suffered heat stroke. We were both hot and sweaty as our bodies came together, wet and slippery, grinding our erections together, feeling my cock get plumper as we did. Suddenly he went down upon me licking my pits which were ripe from working out in the desert, then to my hard nipples which were wired to my cock, making it harder still. Then he was on my dick with his wet mouth that seemed to take the whole length down until he gagged just a bit but this wasn’t his first rodeo. He sucked dick like a fucking champion. “Oh fuck,” I moaned as he caramelized my cock with his saliva and started making slurping sounds taking my girth and length all the way in and out, drenching it after a few moments. He then stopped and got on his back and signaled me with his hands to come to him, which I did, dripping sweat along the way, reaching my face to his face as he wrapped his arms around me and I felt my cock slide like a hot dog into a bun across his perky asshole, the wrinkles of it stimulating my thick engorged shaft. We kissed long and deep as we grinded and he moaned into my mouth as my tongue thrust into his throat, and then I started sucking his mouth open, making him moan even harder into it. Finally it was time to fuck as I lifted my body up to view the hole I was going to fill with cock. I spit and it fell directly upon the orifice which seemed to drink it instantly, then I inserted the head of my dick into him as I watched his face open wide with a groan of instantaneous pleasure. “Oh goddamn,” he moaned as I forced my entire member into his hungry asshole, “fuck yes! Give me that awesome cock, you fucker!” So I did. I began to pound him hard as he moaned loudly and I could hear myself groaning too. “Oh fuck yeah,” I moaned dripping sweat upon him as he was already drenched with his own. The sheets were soaked as I thrust into him again and again just like the top was doing to the bottom in the porn he had playing on a loop, it seemed, because it played the whole time I fucking pounded him. In and out I rammed his asshole which was like a warped rubber band about to snap around a tree log which was now in jackhammering rhythm. I fucked the hell out of him as he moaned and wailed in ecstasy, “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! OH FUCK!” It seemed like hours I fucked him that way until I fell upon him and kissed him long and deep. Then I flipped him around and got him on his stomach and drove my fucking long stump into his stretched sopping asshole which seemed to drool every time I’d pull out, with his moans being muffled by the pillows his head was buried into. My calves wrapped around his calves as I entered him and left him with thrusts. I was kissing the back of his neck as my cock went in then out and back in getting deeper each time. I was fucking the noise out of him as I pumped and pumped and pumped… “AHHHH FUCK!” He yelled in pleasure as I growled. I grabbed his face and turned it towards mine and we mouthed each other, slobber running down our necks as we did. Both of us getting more and more drenched as I pumped his now opened asshole which was more like a turkey scooped out of stuffing. It was cavernous and gaping! Fuck it was hot! I flipped him around again and fucked him missionary while kissing him and growling into his mouth. Hours passed and finally I was ready to seed. “You want it?” I growled while smiling at him looking him in the eyes. “Fuck yes I want it!” He smiled, “fucking give it to me, fucker!” I pumped and pumped and pumped and pumped and I could feel my nuts vibrate as the fluid raced through my tubes and the deep thick itch that comes with fucking became more intense. It was coming and it was a lot of semen. “OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FOOOOOOOOOOOCK!” I roared as I felt the first spill out of my dickhole. I filled his clenching wet throbbing asshole with my thick load, while roaring. My balls clenched along with my asshole as I shot into his quivering hole that gulped my milk voraciously and I felt his cock shoot thick slimy loads between our stomachs and chests as he yelled, “OH FUCK MY NUT MY FUCKING NUUUUUUUT UGH OH FUGGING FUUUUUUGGGEH!” His spooge came out in chunks as his asshole drank and drank and drank my load after load after load… After the ejaculation I lifted my torso up to view the masterpiece of sweet semen that was upon us and then I looked at him, all drenched from the sex we had just accomplished and I felt my fluidsfrom my face and chest falling in big drops upon him. I found chunks of white seed slowly sliding from his stomach to his side so I quickly lapped them up and collected all the globs and thick fluid tributaries and collected them with my hot wet tongue, swished it within my mouth and then leaned down and opened my mouth as he parted his jaw and took within his mouth the concoction of our sweat and cum, which with a smirk he gulped. I kissed him deep as his tongue danced with mine and the specimen we made together. I then rolled off of him all hot and sweaty and he laid next to me with his arm stretched across my soaked hair that carpeted my chest and we kissed some more before finally passing out. I awoke to a room that smelled of men hard at play. I enjoyed the aroma before I got up, leaving him sleep there and I went into the bathroom took a shower. He joined me a few minutes later and we kissed. I still tasted our sex in his mouth and I fucking loved it. “Leaving me so soon, player?” He jested, before I kissed him long and deep again. I unlatched from his mouth and looked him in the eyes, “Never.” We played hard like that for a week but then it was time for business and we finally composed ourselves and focused on the task at hand. The day had come and it was time to poz Tyke. It would be a year on midnight so it had to be sooner today than later. We had got his itinerary from one of Mike’s goons who pretended to be a patient of Tyke’s. Tonight was a special night, we gathered. His wedding anniversary. The fucker had gotten married. Oh well it didn’t matter because after tonight he would probably be divorced. We waited outside of his office, before he suddenly got into his sports car and started driving. Mike had his car bugged so we listened in on his conversation with his hubby who was coming up from Mexico. “Why don’t I just meet you down there?” Tyke asked on the phone. “Too much violence, baby,” his hubby said, “but I got a surprise for ya! Some killer dope!” “Fucker,” Mike exclaimed as I followed in the sedan a few cars back, “So he’s a user now! Nice! We will play that card to our advantage.” We listened to more, “Baby, I may be a few hours I gotta get past customs. Pray for me,” his Latin lover said. “Don’t worry my love,” Tyke said, “You’re driving my car, they will check the plates and see you are legitimate. So bring that huge Mexican cock to me and let’s get high!” “Bingo,” Mike said, “I just recorded his message.” “Fuck yes!” I said and kissed him without taking my eyes off of his vehicle, “Now what?” “My men are at his place right now installing the safe full of dope and with a journal documenting how he set you up along with my employees. Also confessing that he is this Chemical Mike, and a map to my RV in the desert, with the lab and everything.” “He doesn’t know chemistry,” I said but Mike giggled. “Trust me, boo,” he smiled, “you worry about infecting him and how you are going to do it. Be creative.” Oh I had a great idea, and Mike would love it. I parked a block away from where Tyke lived, which was a beautiful mansion in a gated community in Beverly Hills. But I was now a master of scaling walls and did so quickly and made it to his house in no time, climbing up to the roof with the ropes and pulleys Mikes entourage who had installed the safe used themselves and entered his bedroom and got into the closet and closed the door. I had the chloroform prepared and all that needed to happen was for him to enter the room. Like clockwork he was there undressing and preparing for his shower that he would never take. As soon as he entered the bathroom and I had him, stuffing the rag into his mouth before he knew what had happened. He was out like a light. When Tyke came to, he saw me preparing the slam I was going to inject him with, and he began to scream and struggle but he was gagged and tied up so well it sounded like he was getting fucked into a pillow. No one could hear him. I chuckled as he squirmed. He had no idea what he was in for. My phone beeped, it was a text message. I had just received a text from Mike telling me that his hubby was busted for dope at the border after he had sent the border patrol the conversation he had recorded earlier confessing to bringing dope across the border. As it turned out his hubby was also a chemist and he had recipes for some good ammonia dope, and had labs in Mexico. What a stroke of luck. I texted him back. “You ready? The show is about to begin.” “FUCK YES.” He texted back and so I pressed record and placed the phone directly in front of Tyke who was tied up and gagged upon the bed. I knew I had a couple of hours before the DEA would be coming for Tyke, so I took my time and savored the moment. His legs were spread eagle and he was naked and squirming with his eyes open in fear. And so I began, “No one can hear you. You’re hubby was busted for dope at the border after a friend of mine sent your phone conversation to border patrol. The DEA will be here to arrest you along with him in about two to three hours after they get the evidence they need for a search warrant. Too bad for you my friends and I have planted your closet with a safe containing several pounds of killer dope. So it looks like you and your man are fucked! Well you live and learn…” I stressed that last part. I could tell he recognized the words echoing back at him because now he was really struggling but I had him tied so tight he could barely move. I continued with my speech, “Do you recall the last fucking thing I said to your ass? Hmm?” He began to cry but I continued, “Let me remind you; I said mark my words, you will suffer what I have suffered in one year from the day you fucked me royal and tried to ruin my life.” I waved the loaded syringe up to his face and then injected it into my vein and pulled a good amount of blood out of my arm and removed the needle. “I...stopped taking my meds so...I am now viral. Guaranteed to infect you especially intravenously with a good amount of dope so the cops can find some corroboration with the set up…” That is when he tried his damndest to escape but I had him so secure I could slam him with ease into his dick if I wanted, and I wanted to. He cried as I hovered the syringe over his cock and finally I grabbed him and my strength overcame his now with ease, unlike last time. He kept squirming so finally I barked, “You fucking move and I’ll break this goddamn needle into your dick and leave your ass here to bleed to death in pain, in the dark, alone! Got it? Do not fucking move, you piece of donkey shit!” He stopped and froze with his eyes wide open about to burst so I kept going with my dialogue. “Now, I have discovered that,” I said as I inserted the needle into the main vein of his cock and pulled back the plunger observing his blood mix with mine and the drug within the syringe, “you have acquired a taste for this lovely dope,” He looked down and begged for me through the gag not to inject but it was too late, I pushed it quickly into him and the rush hit him so fast he puked. I could tell because some of it ran down the sides of his sealed mouth to which he almost choked but swallowed it up like the good fucking bitch he was. “Ah, what a good little fucking dope slut you are,” I chuckled as the tears ran down his face. His eyes staring up like saucers into the abyss. I went into the bathroom and came back out with a toothbrush, a nice Sonicare mechanical toothbrush that I had bought him, which I turned on. “Hey this is the same on I bought for you!” I exclaimed with joy, “Do you mind if I borrow this? Don’t worry you can have it back, I’m not even gonna use it on myself, I promise.” He stared at me with hatred in his eyes thinking as I could tell, “you won’t get away with this,” “Wipe that look off your mug or I’ll knock it the fuck off with my paws, understand?” Sigh, he didn’t understand so...well, I clocked him hard breaking his nose. He squealed but no sound came out. And then I had to warn him again, “Do you want another knuckle sandwich you stupid fucking faggot?” He shook his head and stared up at the ceiling as blood and tears ran down his face. “That’s what I thought,” I chuckled and then I went to his hole with the toothbrush and stuck it in deep and turned it on to max speed. “Say, where’s your little Asian friend? Did you dog him too in the end? Well doesn’t matter, anyway I’m gonna brush the inside of your asshole now so that when I fuck you, then my virus will definitely get into your blood stream, you know, in case the syringe didn’t work…” I shoved the vibrating toothbrush up how ass violently and stirred it around and around. He squirmed and moaned and cried harder as I vigorously brushed the inside of his delicate rectum tearing up the fine flesh within, making him bleed. After a few moments I ripped it out of him walked back into the bathroom and threw the bloody thing into his expensive toilet and flushed it with the syringe. And then I pulled down my pants and my dick was limp but I fixed that with a caverject shot I had administered which got me so hard I could chisel fuck a sculpture out of a lead block. Then I shot some meth up my vein in my cock which made my dick bleed a bit and I came over to him and lifted his hips up to my cock, which he tried to squirm one last time before I thrust my bloody gargantuan cock to the hilt inside of his blood soaked hole. “Now bitch,” I said as I pumped him hard and heard his wails from his gagged that muffled only silent screams, “whose you’re fucking daddy!” I pumped him harder and harder and finally he gave in. He actually started to moan in pleasure. I was pleased, “That’s right, cunt,” I said as I was about to cum, “you LET me do this to you.” And sure enough the struggle became a grind as he welcomed my cock. Fucking finally! About fucking time after all of these years of leading me on, making me wait, deceiving me into thinking he would give it to me, now he was. “Whose the gross infected disgusting one now you fucking little mouthy CUNT!” I pumped him so hard but he took it like a man. I was impressed. He was even looking me in the eyes as I stared back at him, pumping him with one infecting load after another. “This is all you had to do,” I said as I came for the fifth time, “was...let...me..AHHHHHHH!” My viral milk coated his bloody rectum and he came with me, moaning and I could see in his eyes that he was sorry for what he had done. This is what he longed for but he thought only others could give. I could read that from the fucking regret written all over his face beneath the blood, sweat, and tears. Alas it was too late. I despised him and wanted nothing more of him after I finished. I wiped my dick off with his expensive underwear and pulled out the chloroform and doused the bloody undies with it. I removed his gagged to which he bawled like a fucking child. “I wronged you,” he sobbed, “forgive me…” I shoved the undies into his mouth and he passed out. I turned the recorder on my phone off and sent it to Mike. Then I started to clean everything up and made the scene look like this was all consensual on Tyke’s part and that he had let a mysterious lover in to fuck him bounded. I untied him a bit and made it look like he was bounded but loosely and that a secret lover had come in to fuck him. I was wearing black latex gloves the whole time so I didn’t have to worry about fingerprints. Then I kissed his forehead and said to him, “So we live and learn don’t we Tyke? Well goodbye, my love. May winged demons carry you to Hell, where your infected ass belongs, fucking faggot!” I punched him one more time in the face almost breaking his nose off, and finally I was done with him. Forever. I flushed any evidence of my presence in the room and escaped bringing with me the ropes and pulleys used to get up to his bedroom from outside. By the time I had scaled the gate and got into the car and drove off with Mike, the police were headed the opposite direction to Tyke’s house and the rest is history. Mike and I celebrated when we got to a nearby luxury hotel and disposed of the clothes I was wearing which were black threads made of polyester, hard for forensics to detect. The only thing that concerned me was when they would do a rape kit on him to which Mike said, “You know this stuff I’m about to pump into your arm to keep your body from resisting your meds? It’s also designed to erase any traces of human dna. In fact…” He said as he injected me and then put his lips up to mine, “when they do the rape kit and gather the dna, it will be donkey dna.” “No fucking—“ and he kissed me. Mike was a genius, I believed him after that. We made love all night to celebrate. He made me take a shower beforehand of course. “As much as it appeals to me that fuckers blood is used as our lube,” Mike said, “being a victim of rape myself, I can’t bear to do so.” “You were raped,” I asked as I dried off and laid next to him as he wrapped the tourniquet around my flexed bicep. “Yes unfortunately,” he said as he stuck the needle into my arm and injected me, “but no more bad stories. Not now, for tonight we celebrate victory and for all the days to come after…” Tyke and his husband were arrested and Mike’s loyal employees were released and back on his payroll. They found the safe in the closet but they also found a safe under the expensive toilet in the bathroom full of not only product, but of child porn. Needless to say Tyke’s death warrant was signed. The last thing I ever heard about the whole ordeal, was when he was asked if he was raped he said, “no, someone I owed a debt came and I paid it. I have no regrets about it.” Tyke went to federal prison and his husband divorced him. Both of them were never heard from again. As for Mike and me, we didn’t stay together. I wanted to but he said, “I don’t date, I’ve had enough of that for a lifetime. But call upon me anytime and I will be there.” So after I went back home we fucked a few times but then Mike disappeared. So after a year and went back to my normal life except now I poz those who want it. I dunno it’s hot having that kind of power, and I’m not sorry. I met a handsome guy from pozzing him and we’ve been together since. I did end up getting married to the fine gentleman who parties hard yet responsibly. I tried to get ahold of Chemical Mike, but he responded with a kiss emoticon and said, “you have found your man, be happy and love hard.” How the fuck did he know so much. Still it made me feel good to know he was watching from somewhere. I never heard from him after that. Though I cannot help but wonder… ...whatever happened to my good comrade, Mike the world’s greatest chemist?

If a bottom is bent over in a total dark room then the bottom takes whatever is offered! For a bottom in a dark room to reach around and try to put a condom on a top is RIDICULOUS!!! I also agree with @skinster that talking in a darkroom about being safe is ridiculous and no phone screen lights and also fit bits on wrists make a lot of light in a total dark room!

I always enjoy my sales trips. The trips fit into my crossdressing lifestyle and the thrill of being in a different town and different people. After a long day on the road, I had just checked into a motel just about 30-miles outside of Nashville, TN. For my overnight trips, I always bring my special suitcase that has my “girly stuff” (panties, dresses, makeup, lingerie, etc.). Sometimes I would just dress up pretty and cam or play with myself. On a very few occasions I would run into a very horny stranger, tease him, but not put out and be satisfied knowing that poor guy was back in is room jacking off. Almost immediately after throwing my bags on the bed, I peeled off my shirt and dress slacks and headed to the shower to freshen up. On the road, I keep my hair in one long ponytail, and wore a tight t-shirt to hide my budding breast. The hormone treatments were working so well, my body felt like it was becoming more feminine by the day. My legs and backside were becoming shapelier, my breast were spouting, my voice was growing softer, so many exciting things were happening to me! Taking a shower and knowing I was about to put on one of the outfits in my bag made me feel so feminine and free; coupled with the fantasy of being dominated by a total stranger and be treated like a piece of meat made my little clitty stay hard the entire time I showered and shaved myself smooth. Once out the shower, I applied my makeup, lipstick, lotion and favorite perfume; then did my toes and nails. As a thunder storm rolled in, and the rain started hitting the window, I continued to make myself pretty, even if it was just for myself. After rubbing in the last bit of lotion on my curvaceous caramel legs, I put on my flowered dark blue tight mini dress that went down to my thighs, gold mules and large hooped, Chica earrings. Next, I brushed my long black and brown hair down and over my shoulder. Looking in the mirror, I was pleased with what I saw. And I loved how my perky nipples poked against the fabric of my silky dress. I smiled, rubbed my breast and thought “I HAVE TITS!” This particular night was very hot and steamy as a storm hit this little town making me wish I had continue the drive to Nashville, but I was already checked in. It began to rain harder and it was followed by a lot of thunder and lightning, then around 10pm everything went dark. Oh p*o! The air conditioner, TV, lights…everything out. I thought to myself oh well, it least my iPad was fully charged, and I brought my favorite toy. and a couple of toys. I open the windows hoping to find a cool breeze without success. Opening the sliding door, I thought it would be nice to enjoy a bottle of wine from the little frig in the room and watch it rain. It seemed like the whole town was in darkness, so it was nice to watch the thunder storm from the balcony as it rumbled and crackled. After about 5 or so minutes, the door next to my room slid open, and a gruff looking man stepped out. He was a big guy, probably about 45-50 years old, a least 6’3” or 6’4” feet tall, strongly built and around 250 LBS or a bit more. He looked Latino, with a moustache and beard with a big tattoo on one shoulder and several other tattoos covering his body and neck. He was also covered in bushy body hair. He was wearing baggy shorts, flip-flops and nothing else. After grunting a hello, he asked “Do you mind if I smoke?". I hate the smell of smoke, but not knowing this guy from a serial murderer, I wasn't about to tell him no, so I nodded yes. He lit up his cigar, walked further out in the rain, I thought this was probably the first shower he had in a week as he leaned on the rail and looked out at the sky then looked back at me. His eyes looked me up and down, like a hungry animal eyeing his prey, which gave me the chills. His eyes went from my perky little breast, my butt and down to my legs, then his third gaze stopped at my crotch. Oh God, I forgot my panties! For a moment, I was totally embarrassed, and I fumbled for something to say, but thought it was best to say nothing. After taking another puff from his cigar, He said his name was Mario, and made a comment about my legs. He clearly saw something he liked and made a move. “Hi Mario, I’m Lisa” Not missing a beat, he said, "Blackouts annoying right…yeah, not much you can do in a motel room in a blackout" he said and then crudely added "when you're on your own...." My heart was racing. This guy was straight forward and was not holding back, and still staring at my ass. In the past I enjoyed flirting and loved when guys made comments about my meaty ass, but despite all the fantasies about getting fucked by strangers, I wasn’t sure this was the type of guy I wanted, and I started thinking about ways to slowly back out. I tried to take the conversation to a more generic place, asking him what he was doing in town and as we chatted for a couple of minutes. The storm moved in closer as rain started to pour down. A few gusts of wind kicked up, then it hit me, my car windows are down! I grabbed my room key and told Mario I would be back. In a dash, I ran outside to close my car windows, knowing the whole time Mario was watching my thick ass shake. Dashing back to the motel door, I swiped my key card and nothing. I think the blackout would not allow the security lock to read my key card. Shit! What am I going to do? The manager’s office was closed for the night, and I was stuck outside. From the balcony I heard a familiar voice “You can wait it out in my room, don’t worry, I don’t bite…..Lisa.” What choice did I have, I thanked Mario as I stepped into his room still covered in darkness from the blackout. He closed the door behind me, but it was the hearing the addition latch lock that gave me reason for concern. In the darkness, I could make out that there was just one bed in the room, so I sat in the chair next to it. But Mario said “No need to act shy now sweet-heart” and told me to hop on the bed while he reached in the mini-frig and pulled out two tall-boy Ice House beers. I felt around, finding a clear spot on the bed, and curled up on the edge facing away from the middle of the bed, leaving as much room as possible for Mario on the king-sized bed. I didn't get under the sheets because it was too warm and humid and if the power came back, I could quickly exit. I could hear Mario slowly lumbering around, making his way to the bathroom, then leaving the door open as he relieved himself of several tall-boy beers. When the toilet flushed, I knew he would be coming, so I just hoped that all that alcohol, the only thing he would be interested in was sleep. As Mario's weight hit the bed my heart was pounding out of control, my knees locked closer together and I tugged down on my short dress to cover my bottom half. I never even removed my shoes. If It were anyone else but this man, this scenario would be fulfilling my darkest fantasy; but not this man in this hot room, me locked out of my room until morning, during a blackout in a howling thunderstorm. "Please just go to sleep" I whispered to myself about 10 times. I felt Mario behind me inching closer, then a big hairy arm wrap around me and pulling me in closer to him. pulled me into him. Uh-oh! I could instantly tell he was naked as my back was pressed right into his hairy chest and I could feel his meat inflating against my butt. It was getting harder by the moment, it felt like one of those extra thick sausages that kept growing, and from me just getting to know him in this brief time; he was not a “No” type of guy. He saw me as a hot little brown girl; with an extra part, in his bed and he did not care if I was still fully dressed. He had needs, and my body was on his menu. I was starting to shit myself. He then stretched his mouth into my ear, breathing heavily with his smelly cigar and beer breath said, "Let’s have some fun my little puta." My whole body felt weak. "Listen", I whimpered, "I'm not sure I am up for what you are after, can we just get some sleep?” He continued to breathe deeply to my ear, "What do you mean?" he asked in a slightly stern voice. “Well, I don't have a lot of experience, and I am not sure I will be willing to do the things you want me to" I meekly replied trying to sound like this was new to me. “So, you're saying you don't want me to fuck you?” That was point blank. In a risky move, I said “Sorry, but no thank you" It got quiet, but Mario didn’t move his arm and his cock remained nestled behind me. There was a pause as a huge flash of lightening and giant clap of thunder reverberated around the room. I could sense Mario was pissed, “Hmm, your faggot ass, walk around dressed like a puta, you then come into my room, in the dark of the night, get into my bed and now you decide you don't want to fuck?!" "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lead you on. but I didn't expect this to happen, and…well, well I have never been in this situation before” I was back pedaling as hard as I could. Mario’s voice became coarse as his arm constricted over my chest. "Have you ever sucked a cock?" Mario asked. "A couple of times, but that was the furthest I ever went.” It was a lie. "Hmmm sounds like you're a little tease chica." said Mario, still pressed up against my ear as he moved his arm that was wrapped around me, over my dress he started rubbing my nipple. Then his hand slipped under my dress and he firmly grasped my tit and his fingers coarsely tweaked my nipple. “I’ll tell you what, you suck my cock, make me cum, and I will let you sleep, no fucking" In a soft girly voice I quietly ask “Promise?” but my question did not get a return response. Given not knowing the full nature of this man and having nowhere to go this was probably the best I could hope for and knowing the expectation of anal was off the table, I felt more comfortable sucking his cock. "Thank you Mario" whispered. "If want to play games and be a fucking tease, you call me Daddy from this point forward, understand?” "Yes" I replied. My nipple was squeezed harder, "Sorry, Yes Daddy" I yelped. "Now get to work!” And with that, Mario rolled over on his back, and I rolled over in the dark over his leg and crouched down between his legs. Having been in the room for some time, my eyes had adjusted enough to make out some silhouettes and there was just enough light for me to take his cock in my hand. it was thick and heavy - more so than my own. I tentatively leaned down and began to lick the shaft of his cock. Due to the circumstance, I was more than happy to suck his cock but at the same time, was still hoping he was a reasonably quicker shooter so that this did not go on too long. After several long licks of his shaft, I gently placed my lips over his mushroom head and slid my mouth down his now saliva lubricated cock and sucked my way back up. Daddy let out a muffled groan of satisfaction with this, so I continued with the same technique. Up and down his cock I moved sucking on the way back up the shaft. I could feel his cock get firmer in my mouth. He put his hands on the back of my head as I went down his shaft. "Take it all" he groaned. I tried but couldn't. "I'm sorry Daddy, but you are too big" I said while stroking his girthy meat. "Lie down on the bed and hang your head of the end" he ordered. I did so as he rolled off the side of the bed and walked around to the end. "You are going to learn to suck my dick the right way puta." With that, he slapped my face with his thick meat. He rubbed his cock all over my face before sliding it in my mouth and down my throat". He slid in and out a few times, before saying relax and take it all, I relaxed (as I had seen on countless Internet videos) and he slid his cock all the way inside my mouth and throat till his low hanging balls were pressing on my nose and upper lip. He held it there for several moments before I started to gag. He repeated this several times, but I quickly adjusted to the length and width of his cock. He took his cock out and dipped his balls in my mouth. "Suck them" he ordered before he moved himself further along and sat his hairy ass on my face. Pulling has ass cheeks apart, then buried his sweaty asshole over my mouth. He gained pleasure from this for a few minutes before rubbing his cock all over my face again. You are enjoying this aren't you slut?" he said with a nasty smile. I just continue to eat the hairy butthole stationed over my face. "What?" he asked with slight bolt of anger that I had not responded appropriately. I broke away long enough to say, "Yes Daddy, I am enjoying it very..." and before I could finish speaking, he had stuffed his cock back in my mouth. The sounds of slurping, sucking and gagging turn him on more, and ramped up his aggression level. Fucking my face, he leaned forward and put his hand on my cock - "Fuck, all that teasing and look at you” giving a brutish laugh as he shook my little 4-inch erect clitty. Shit, this Latino bastard was brutally manhandling my junk and I was getting turned on! There was no denying it. I was rock hard and leaking. It was by no means gentle, he was making fun of my little member as he jacked it with his thumb and two fingers. Jacking and slapping, this rough treatment of my sissy parts had me in total confusion. Just as I was starting to be aroused, Mario’s true plan came to light. "Seems you haven't made me cum yet puta, so now I’m forced to fuck your fat ass ok?" He was not asking for my approval, it was a statement. I tried to object but I couldn't speak, my mouth was stuffed full of cock. Standing up and tossing me on the bed "Ain’t no fucking bitch going to tease me like I’m some punk.” “Take that dress off puta” he demanded. I hesitated, then saw he was not to be disrespected and I removed my dress and skooched to the top of the bed. “Now get on all-fours like a dog and hang your ass over the edge of the bed.” “But Daddy you promised…” I said meekly totally watching my tone. My comment was met was a swift and hard smack on the ass which I knew left a hand print. “Puta, I’m about to blowout that asshole” If I thought my heart was pounding before, I was wrong. It was beating so hard it was almost hard to breathe. “Daddy please let me suck you again, I promise to do it better” I said trying to find a compromise or escape from what I knew he had planned for my poor little ass cunt. “I thought I wanted to be fucked tonight but I was wrong!” I pleaded. On my hands and knees at the edge of the bed, I heard the floor creak as he walked around the side of the bed. He stopped to the side of me and gripped his fat 10-inch tool. “Listen slut, the way I see it, you are a naked bitch in my room pretending to be girl. You can run if you want but there are going to be questions. He was right, and I was screwed. Scrambled for words and blurt out "But, but, but…I’m not ready!” “Not my problem” he snorted back. “No more games puta!” He reached in to a small bag next to the messy bed and took out a condom (thank God) and put it on himself, then stepped behind me. “Please use some lotion or something Daddy, please” grabbing the small bottle of complementary lotion on the stand, he coated my puckered cunt and rubbed some on my smoothly shaven balls. Next a thick meaty hand locked down on my waist and other on my shoulder. “Bet you will never tease another real man again you little bitch!” I was helpless and took a deep breath. “Arrrghh" was the next sound I uttered. “Ohhh yeah this shit is tight" Mario exclaimed. He didn't have to tell me! He withdrew a little bit before sliding in a little further, withdrew a little bit and slid in a little further then just said "Relax" before sliding all the way in. “OH fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck was all I could get out as his brutal Latino beast made my ass its home. Mario’s cock plundered my sissy cunt, but it wasn’t as bad as I envisioned. All I had to do was to take this mild beating until he comes I thought. Then the power slams began without mercy. He was fucking me like I owed him money, like he wanted to know what being fucked by an angry man felt like. “DADDDDY!” I screamed. Withdrawing for a moment gave my cunt a few seconds of relief. “Fuckkkk bitch, I want you to feel all this dick!” “You are going to know what what a real man feels like tonight!” "Ok puta that was just to break you in and get you ready, now it is time to be fucked for real.” “Oh No” I whispered under my breath. "Beg me to me fuck you" he ordered as he placed his cock at the entry to my ass. "Please fuck meeee,.. ahhhhhhwww!" is all I got out before he popped my cunt open again. "Beg!" he demanded. “Ple, pleas…please, fuckkk..” I sounded like I was speaking gibberish, but it was hard putting words together when my ass was being drilled mercilessly by a mad man packing a 10-inch weapon. Mario was pounding me with a steady rhythm he would plunge his cock all the way up my tight ass cunt, then three quarters of the way out, he would plunge that weapon back in again. Back and forth he pounded. he groaned and grunted has he hammered away, I could his sticky sweat on my back and ample ass cheeks as he plowed me. The violation went on and on. Just my luck my I run into a savage Latino that thinks I’m a tease that deserves to be put in my place. Every so offend he would reach down, cup my clit and balls and squeezed it roughly as he laid on my back. A giant blob of precum came out of my cock, he scooped it on his dirty stained finger and stuck it in my mouth for me to lick clean. He continued to pound my ass, enjoying his new tight fucktoy. Squeezing and stroking my little sissy cock until I let out a moan, spewing cum over my stomach and sheets. He slowed his rhythm, scooped up what cum he could find in the dark and again fed it to me. After a moment or two, the sweaty beast returned to his power pounding. I was spent, me had completely femininized me. I gritted my teeth as he kept ramming his meat pipe up my bruised sissy cunt. I really needed him to cum because he showed no signs of slowing and the more he pounded, the sorer I was going to be in the morning. I momentary slipped off the bed due to my legs being fatigued, holding this same position for what seemed like hours. Mario, just grabbed some pillows near the headboard, stacked them at the end of the bed, scooped me up from the floor and planted me on top. I had zero resistance. I felt a large glob of spit it dead center of my burning butthole before the assault continued. Again, his deep thrusts were met with my slight moans, then he started grunting as loads of his cum began unloading in my sore asshole. I felt disgusted as his baby juice sprayed inside pussy. But I was happy it was finally over. He slipped his cock out of me, then in a proud statement said, “Take is how a REAL man fuck a little sissy!” Walking over to the side of the bed, Mario slapped me with his wet, spent cock and casually barked, “Now be a good slut and clean it for me". He wasn't really giving me a choice as he pressed it against my lips, till I took him in my mouth. I gently licked his cock and balls clean, getting the aroma of musk, sweet, ass and cum up my nostrils. "See little puta, you can't tell me you didn't enjoy that.” “I wasn’t moaning in pleasure Daddy!” “Some of that really hurt.” I said like a pouty, stubborn brat. Laughing, then got up and made his way in the dark bathroom where I believed he went to further wash himself off. I rolled onto my side of the bed, but this time got under the covers. Mario exited just in time to see the power return. With that he flicked off the lights and turned the air conditioner on full blast before he got under the covers. Once again, a strong arm pulled me back and in a spooning position as his deflated cock rested next to my wet bottom. He was drenched in sweat and my back was now covered in his sweat and musk.

I was at my favourite Brighton sauna and headed to the dark room. On entry I was pawed by a couple of guys. One grabbed my dick and started to slowly wank it. He dropped to his knees and started to blow my increasingly hard cock. I was nice and hard and another guy presented his hole to me..I played with it to make sure it was nice and moist for my now rock hard cock. I moved to position myself behind him to fuck, running my slick cock up and down his arse so he knew what was coming. Then I felt him reach around and attempt to roll a condom on my erect cock...WTF! So the question is what is the normal etiquette for this situation, I’ll be interested to get some views and/or suggestions on what I should do/should have done? I will then go on to tell what went on and how it ended.. D

Fraternity Initiation Adam was barely 18 and was starting his first year at an out of state university. He was the only one from his graduating class to be attending this university so he did not know anyone at the school when he arrived. The first person he met was his roommate, Jake Ryan. Adam spent a lot of time with his new roommate and friend. Adam learned that Jake was a member of a (not well known) local fraternity Pi Omicron Zeta, or as it was known on campus POZ. Jake invited Adam to meet his friends and fraternity brothers. As Adam spent more time with Jake and the guys in the frat, the more he liked them. He also noticed that all the guys were built somewhat like him. They were all tall, around 6 foot tall (Adam was 6’2”), thin and lean (Adam had a 28” waist), and were athletic (Adam played volleyball in high school). With how small the fraternity was, Adam learned that the frat only allowed 3 new members each semester. Adam liked the guys in the frat and he wanted to join. There were not that many guys being considered this month. Adam was one of 5 guys that were being recruited. There were parties and socials were the members of the frat were able to get to know the prospective members. The time came where the fraternity was to decide which 3 guys were to be invited to join POZ. It was a Friday when Adam was sitting at the desk in his dorm room when an envelope slid under the door. On the front of the envelope were the three Greek letters Pi Omicron Zeta. His heart was beating when he opened it up and he stated: “You have been cordially invited to join the brotherhood of Pi Omicron Zeta. You are to arrive at the house tonight at 8:00 pm. You are to wear only blue jeans, an old white t-shirt and tennis shoes (no underwear or socks are to be worn). If you are not there promptly at 8:00 pm this bid will be retracted.” Adam was thrilled. He looked down at his watch when he noticed that it was a little after 7 and he still needed to take a shower. He quickly showered and got ready. As he got dressed he thought about the instruction, “no underwear or socks are to be worn”. Adam was used to wearing shoes without socks, but he had never gone without underwear before, do this would be a first for him. Adam arrived at the POZ house a few minutes before 8. He walked up to the door and there was a note on the door that said “Enter”. Adam walked in to find another note placed on a chair with a blind fold, a glass of water and what looked like a formal document on a table next to the chair. This note instructed Adam to sit in the chair and put the blind fold on and drink the water down. The note also let him know that once he drank the water there was no turning back and to signify Adam’s willingness to join POZ he was to sign the document on the table next to the chair. Adam knew that fraternity initiations were secretive so it did not faze him to follow these instructions. He sat down and placed the blind fold on then drank the water. Adam was sitting there for a few minutes when he started to feel funny, like he was floating. Then…….. The next thing Adam knew he woke up still with his blind fold on. He suddenly realized that he was naked and couldn’t move. He felt as if he was restrained in some sort of hammock. He then heard a familiar voice of Reese, the frat president say “He’s awake, remove the blind fold.” Adam then saw that he was in deed naked and so was everyone else in the room. He was in a sling with his arms and ankles tied down to chains that were suspended from the ceiling. Adam had an idea that initiations were crazy, but was this more then he bargained for. Reese continued to speak, “Adam, you are to affirm your wish to be a member of Pi Omicron Zeta!” Adam responded “I do affirm I wish to be a member of Pi Omicron Zeta.” Adam didn’t think much of what was going on, until he felt something touching his ass. He felt something cool shove into the ass. Reese than instructed “Let the initiation begin.” Reese then stepped up to Adam in the sling. He was standing between Adam’s legs. Adam looked down and notices that Reese was stroking his cock as he looked directly into Adam’s eyes. Reese’s cock looked huge to him and he noticed that he had a very large PA in it with what looked like a stud on the end. Adam said “What the hell are you doing?” Reese looked into Adam’s eyes and just said “Relax pledge, enjoy.” Then Jake shoved a bottle under Adams nose and covered his mouth, “Breath in deep Adam, enjoy the feeling.” Adam had no choice but to breath in deep through his nose and take in the aroma from the poppers that were held under his nose. Within a short time Adam started to feel warm and felt his heart begin to race. What he didn’t know was that Reese had inserted some Crystal Meth in his ass and it was starting to take affect. Adam was starting to fly high, but still had a sense of what was going on around him. Reese then stepped up to Adam’s ass and aimed his 8” cock at Adam’s hole. He looked into Adam’s eyes as he penetrated into his ass. Reese said, “This weekend you offer POZ your ass as we offer you our gift, a gift we share with each other often we now give you.” The group repeated what Reese had just recited. Adam looked into Reese’s eyes as he realized that he was getting fucked by Reese. Reese looked down at him and whispered, “You will receive this gift from each member of the fraternity.” Adam was not sure what Reese meant by “This Gift”. Adam asked “What gift do you mean?” Reese looked deep into Adam’s eyes and said “The gift of HIV!” Adam was now flying higher then he had ever been in his life. He had smoke pot a few times but had never done anything else. Now Meth had him so high, he was starting to moan as Reese pounded away at his ass. Reese began to breathe deep and said, “Welcome to POZ” as he shot his poisoned seed deep in Adam’s gut. As Reese pulled his cock out he wiped his hand across it and held it up for all to see the blood that he had caused with his studded PA. He stepped away, the next POZ member stepped in. The fraternity vice president Aaron was quick to replace Reese’s cock with his own 7 inches deep in Adam’s ass. Aaron pounded away at Adam’s ass as Jake fed Adam more poppers. Adam was really moaning now and Aaron was getting ready to plant his seed deep in his hole. This went on all night long with each member of the fraternity taking his turn until the last member; Jake took his place at Adam’s hole. Jake told Adam, “You did good buddy, really good.” Jake began to slowly pump in and out of Adam’s well used ass. He took his time building up to the point of no return and said, “Now you will take your last seeding and shoot your last clean seed” as he then stroked Adam’s cock and brought him to climax. Adam was released from the sling and placed in a bedroom up stairs as the group prepared for the next initiation.

I recently chatted with a local guy who wants to turn my tight ass into a gaping pussy. We are scheduling an ass inspection next week. HOPEFULLY I can upload pics of my training. I will start with his toy box.

A couple of months back, I had recently turned 26 and I was looking to be a little more socially responsible. I wanted to be able to help those in need by sharing my talents and strengths. Being gay myself, I thought that volunteering at the local AIDS Hospice would be a good way for me to do that. I called and spoke with Brian, the director, and he suggested that I come in and tour the place to see if I thought that I would fit in. On the day of my interview I showed up full of anticipation. Brian had me fill out an application and then gave me a tour of the place. There were a dozen men currently living there, all in different stages of being affected by the virus. Some guys looked completely healthy and others were more visibly ill. When the tour concluded, Brian suggested that I spend some time with one of the residents. He walked me down the hall and knocked on the bedroom door at the end. When it opened, Brian said, “Hiya, Francis! I’ve given Alex here the grand tour. I think he likes the place. Could you, maybe, give him the lowdown on living here? You know…an insider’s viewpoint.” I should tell you about Francis. He was my height and very thin. He obviously had lost a lot of weight. His sweatpants hung from his bony hips. What appeared to be a pretty sizable cock bobbed enticingly against the grey fleece material. His tank top loosely covered his torso. His face was still quite handsome…gaunt but cheerful. Francis always had a smile…at least for me. Francis invited me into his room. There were no chairs so he had me sit on his bed and he sat down next to me. “So,” he said, “do you like the place? You thinking of working here?” I told him that I was impressed with the setup. “Brian said I could start out working the overnight awake shift. I’d be alone but, he told me not to be concerned because nothing much ever happens during those hours. I’m sure I could handle the work. You know…I’ve always wanted to be in a job where I could be of service!” Francis told me about his fellow house mates. He made a point of reminding me that these weren’t just patients. They were flesh and blood men with wants and needs of their own. I responded that, if I worked there, I’d do anything I could to improve their day to day lives. Of course, I ended up taking the job. I started the following week and, on my first night, after everyone else was settled in for the night, I rapped on Francis’ door and poked my head in. “Hey!” he called out. “Come on in!” He was just wearing an old frayed bathrobe that dangled from his skinny frame. He got up and joined me in sitting on the edge of his bed. I told him that I was just checking to make sure he was set for the night. “Thanks!” he said. “That’s real thoughtful of you, Alex! I like you! In fact…I like you A LOT!” With that, he leaned over and brushed his lips against mine. Without much thought, I kissed him back. His hand caressed my knee. “Remember?” he said. “Remember when you told me that you wanted to be of service to the residents here?” “Sure!” I said. He continued. “When we found out you were coming to work here, we all talked it over. Now…I could tell you what we need most…but here, let me show you.” That said, he put his hands on my shoulders and guided me back onto the bed. He followed me down so he that was laying on top of me. His sunken chest pressed against me. His lips locked on to mine. At the same time his hand slid over my crotch and began a gentle squeezing. “We may be sick…but we’re MEN, you know. Men with NEEDS. And right now, Alex, I need YOU!” I wasn’t sure how far Francis was going to go with this but I didn’t mind making out with him. Like I said…he was a good-looking guy and his urgency was contagious. How could I say no? He opened the drawer on his bedside table and took out a small bottle. “Here, Baby…take a hit of my poppers here!” They must have been fresh and, whatever they were, they were awfully strong. My mind spun off into the void. I was utterly relaxed and felt an indescribable bliss. I was remotely aware that my pants and briefs were getting tugged down off me. When I began to re-focus, I realized that his hand was tugging and stroking my dick which, naturally, began to swell and harden. “Take some more!” his voice said and off I went again. When my vision cleared, there stood Francis, between my legs, raising my legs up to his shoulders. His bathrobe had parted, revealing a stiff cock that was already dripping toxic goo. He leaned close. “And AGAIN!” the voice commanded. He held the bottle in place so that I had to take 4 or 5 breaths of the heady vapors. That really sent me to the moon. Fucking heavenly! As I returned to earth, I became aware of a rocking motion. The cause was soon apparent. Francis had entered me and was thrusting forcefully against my upturned ass. I could feel his cock sawing back and forth. His speed increased and his breathing grew ragged “FUCK! HERE I COME!” he shouted as he pushed into me one last time and held himself in place, his cock spasming repeatedly. Although he had emptied his balls deep inside me, he didn’t withdraw, opting to stay on top of me, his dick plugging my hole. “Come on, Baby! Let’s give my seed time to latch on…start to grow in you. I kinda wanna be the one that knocks you up!” As we lay there, he explained that all the men in the hospice had decided that what they needed most was for someone like me to be their willing partner whenever they wanted to breed. Most of them felt shunned by society and hadn’t been able to fuck a bottom like me in a long, long time. They wanted to be able to use me during the night hours as they would a lover. They wanted someone that wouldn’t say no to receiving their dirty seed! Francis asked, “Are you willing to do this for us?” Again, how could I say no? That was several months ago. Since then, some residents have died and new ones have replaced them, but night after night I’m there to service them…my 12 Poz Lovers.

Nothing beats the feeling as when it pops and slides in it is like incredible turn on as hem move it around you and he are one . Make good eye contact after awhile he will know by your eyes what he can and can’t do .

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I love taking a cock balls deep and getting my throat fucked. I enjoy having a man grab my head and ise my throat for his pleasure, thats what I am for! On my knees is always a good place to start then hopefully onto the bed and just hang my head over the side and get pumped nice and deep and have his balls grind on my nose.

I find bald men with beards hot as fuck!

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Never really talked about it but what other place to do it then on this thread. I had just got my license, so it was a month before my 17th birthday. It aaa Halloween and it was a Friday night. My friends all went to a party and I didn’t want to go just yet. I had been talking to a blank Grindr profile that only really sent me dick and body pics. Fair sized dick and a really nice body. I didn’t really care. I just wanted to be fucked. He ended up being in town at a hotel and I drove over. He told me what room he was in so I went directly there. The door was cracked and he told me to climb on the bed. I climbed right on top of him and we started making out in the pitch black. We was already naked and I could feel that his body probably resembled the pics and his cock too. After a bit of kissing he flipped me around and spit on his cock. He threw my legs over his shoulders and started fucking me. He didn’t last very long and told me that he “forgot to pull out.” I’ve always blamed him and this encounter for my cumdump tendencies.

If you count being HIV positive as something out of a person’s control, then I have, multiple times. I was rejected over it at the baths tonight, in fact. The guy knew about Undetectable = Untransmittable but he still wanted no part of me. I’m used to it now; no matter whether a cure emerges or not, the Enemy Virus leaves a scar.

I was @Steamworks Toronto last night for LIGHTS OUT. Totally dim and darkroom-like sex club. Love it! But you get guys flashing their red lights in darkrooms. I protest loudly to them to shut the damn things off. Darkrooms are supposed to not be illuminated, that's why they're called DARK rooms!!! You'd think guys would get that, and not interrupt hot bb sex happening in darkrooms. Just my 10 cents.

once on, pull it so tight that the tip breaks and exposes your cock head

These are my vids! Hope you guys like them!

I notice there are guys on every site that claim to want anon but request face pics. I can understand a body or cock pic, but even then that's cutting back the anon part a bit I suppose. I dont understand why you'd need to see a tops face if you're just being a cumdump and a hole, a lot of hookups I havent even had to look in the face, i probably wouldn't recognize them in public.

My partner and I both do it, me being more of a bottom but still, we take and give loads whenever we can. but we also know the needs of each other to the point my bf organizes gangbangs for me or sends me on load hunting expeditions. He loves it when I get back home with a cunt full and dripping with cum 😈

I've ran into guys I've hooked up with, and I never initiate contact. If they want to talk to me, then they need to start the conversation. Life can suck, and I don't like putting other people in needlessly uncomfortable situations.

So the story is about to take a turn to it. Let me know what you think after reading it! BROTHER AUSTIN: The celebration continued as a wild cluster of men breeding each other. As it wound down, members went to the heaping pile of clothes in the corner, found theirs and departed. Austin however put on his clothes, and remained. After the room was empty, Austin came up to both Zack and I and thanked us for the time that we spent with him. He was a totally different person, dressed in fresh new clothes, showered, shaved and a new haircut. It was really hard to believe that this was the same person. We both told him that he looked wonderful, and he told us we had the church to thank for his transformation. He asked if we would mind going over to the corner, and he would tell us more about him, and we agreed. As we sat on a sofa, with him between us, he explained that his life totally changed. His then wife found out that he was gay. He knew that she likely had suspicions, but once he became positive, he had to tell her. He didn’t think it would be a big deal, as the two of them had not really been sexually active in some time. He told us that he ended up losing everything in a divorce. His home, his two beautiful teen children, a son and a daughter, and basically his life. He then went to the streets, where he became addicted to drugs. He sold his body for drugs just to survive. His new “wife” was Tina, and he was in love with her. He said, “I’m sure you both have noticed my scorpion tattoo.“ He continued by saying It wasn’t long before he became positive, and turned to the church, not fully knowing what its mission was. The church gladly took him in, and tried to help with his addiction to Tina, and it had worked for awhile, but the desire was still there. He continued by saying that he had remained sober for some time, before deciding he could once again make it on his own. He told father Joseph that although he had appreciated all the church had done for him, it was time for him to move on again with his life. Trying to find a job, and a place of his own. The church provided him with a small studio apartment to which he would pay a minimal rent for. Before he left the church, father Joseph made sure that he was marked with the scorpion. For about six months, he was doing well on his own. He found a very part time job, which provided him more than enough money to pay the rent, but enough that he and Tina would once again become good friends. He ended up losing the apartment, and was back on the streets. He did not blame the church, but himself. As he was talking, we could see tears welling up in his eyes, but we also noticed his cock growing harder and harder by the moment. Zack felt compelled to reach down, and rub his cock through his pants, and I followed his lead. Austin quickly planted a deep kiss upon Zack, and then to me. Zacks kiss however seemed more intimate than mine. After unlocking lips, he asked if he could spend more time with us in our room. We were rather unsure of what father Joseph might say, and Zack responded that we would need to ask father Joseph before doing so. With that Zack got up to seek father Joseph. When he found him, he asked the father if it was acceptable to bring Austin back to our room. The father said, that was our call, but we had his permission. Father Joseph continued by saying that he did not know how much Austin had told us, but that he was indeed infected with Aids. He continued by telling Zack that Austin did have a problem with drugs, and that the church did supply him with some from time to time. Father Joseph explained that he would supply us with Tina, as a test for Austin, as long as we let him know if Austin would partake in them or not. Father Joseph continued by saying that he felt it would be best if the two of us decided to partake in the drugs though. Zack agreed, and the father told him that he would leave supplies in our room, but not to go there for 15 minutes or so. Zack returned to the sofa, and I was caressing Austin’s cock through his pants. He informed us that the father had agreed, but we needed to wait 15 minutes or so. Austin replied that he could not hold out that long, and I immediately removed my hand from his crotch. The 15 minutes seemed like an eternity, but we then retreated to our room. Upon the nightstand there was a bag of rock, and a single syringe.

MEETING THE ELDERS When I arrived at the temple, Father promptly greeted me wearing nothing but his scarf and a wide smile. The temple looked somewhat different this time. I was completely dark, with the exception of the red candles on the alter, and other similar candles around the room. Behind the alter there were three chairs with three red hooded and robed figures in them. Behind them was a St Andrews cross with a red scarf draped across it. Father instructed me to disrobe, and be inspected by the Elders. Upon disrobing, the father coverer my eyes with a blindfold and led me to the kneeling bench next to the alter to first receive his blessings. I felt his familiar cock enter my mouth for a brief period, before he removed in, and a different one was in its place. It was hard to believe, but it was longer and thicker than the fathers. As he throat fucked me, he groaned quite a bit. Judging by his very bushy crotch, and the sound of grunts, I was thinking he was an older guy. After 5-10 minutes, his cock was removed, and yet another entered my mouth. Although he was not as thick as the other two, his cock was pierced, and the longest yet. He showed no mercy in ramming his cock down my throat gagging me, and bringing tear to my eyes. Luckily he didn’t throat fuck me for very long, and slapped my face after his cock was withdrawn, and the final cock put in my mouth. This one was quite different. He was quite compassionate patting my head, and kissing what I am sure was a beet red cheek from the slap that I had received. He gently put his cock into my mouth and started thrusting bit by bit, until he reached a feverous pace. As he went balls deep, I could tell that he had a closely trimmed bush. Combined with that and his furious thrusting, I had the feeling that he was rather young. As I sucked his cock, I could feel his cock pre cumming very heavily. As he withdrew his cock, the father said it was now time to receive his blessing and celebrate the fellowship service. He once again led me closer to the alter, and grabbed the all familiar chalice, and said, “drink ye all of it.” By now I was used to the effects of it, but this time, it seemed much more powerful than ever. My mind was flying, and my engorged cock was straining in its chastity device. I had not shot a load in quite some time, and felt the need for release. The father could tell I was in pain, and just said your time will come soon enough son. He led me to the kneeling bench and instructed me to take the proper position. Once again, I felt those familiar shards entering my ass, once again they had a stronger effect on me than ever before. He removed my blindfold, but the three robed individuals must have been behind me, as I was not able to see them. After about 15 minutes, I felt his seed spurting deep in my ass. I was sweating profusely, and the father offered me another drink from the chalice. Everything became very hazy to me. I do remember him telling me it was now time to meet the Elders. He explained that I had just worshiped their cocks to prepared them for entry, however there would not be any blessing that I would receive from them. I begged him to allow their blessings inside me, but as the father explained, this was designed to choose an elder to take me down my chosen path. I pleaded with the father to let me enjoy their blessings, and he just said in time my son. The first to welcome me to the flock was Brother Jay followed by Brothers Stephen and Zack.

Part 27 　 I had no idea what Hank was talking about, but I didn't care at this point. I was fucking his ass and it felt incredible. I know he had been fucked before, and probably many times, but his hole was still tighter and silkier than any pussy I had ever had. I could feel his hole gripping my cock on every stroke. I knew it was not going to be long. I could feel the thrill of cum starting deep within my balls. I started to feel the build up and yelled, "I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum! Going to fill your ass full of my hot cum!" He yelled, "yeah, boy, do it! Get rid of the last of your pure cum in me!" Then I felt it, the surge of my cum flowing up out of my balls and then up the shaft of my cock and spraying his insides, throbbing harder than I ever remember. It was fantastic and I thought I would never stop spewing it out. Finally it stopped and I collapsed on him. Both of us breathing hard. Then he was whispering to me, "Damn, boy, that was so good. Didn't I tell you how good cumming deep in an ass was? The best feeling there is. I want to show you, now and seed your hole like you did mine and show you what you have been missing." I was in total bliss as we lay there kissing and catching our breath. I was looking him in the eyes as he said that. I hesitated for a few seconds and then nodded. I couldn't speak or I might have said no and I wanted, at this point, to feel what he was talking about. He did not give me any time to change my mind. Hank rolled us over so I was on my back and he climbed on top of me. He was kissing me deeply and then lifted my legs up and put them over his shoulders. I was almost upside down. He did not break our kiss and I felt his hand at my hole and then his fingers entered me in one hard rough thrust. He twisted them around as he ground his lips against mine, stifling any sound I could make, and I felt his fingers ramming in and out of my hole. Then he leaned back a little and as his fingers drove in and out of me a few more times, I almost screamed as I felt his fingernails drag hard on the out stroke. It was painful as hell and the last time, I started to definitely yell, when his lips dropped onto mine stifling it and cutting me off as his fingers roughly were pulled out of my ass. It felt like he had drug my whole insides out with them. Then with hardly any time between, I felt his cock at my hole and it was driving into me. He didn't even go slow, but drove it deep into me in one hard plowing thrust. It was too much, too fast, and I gasped and froze in place. I was pinned down in this position and could do nothing but clamp my ass and groan. He let his lips come away from me then and whispered, again, "sorry about the speed and force, but I didn't want to take a chance you would change your mind. Now, your ass is going to be mine." As he said that, he started to fuck me hard, no, he started to assault my hole hard. He went from 0 to 100 in nothing flat. He was driving into me with such force I could not get a breath. He soon had me about as upside down as I could be, with my ass pointed straight up and he was basically pile driving my ass with my own cock pointed right in my face. His hands were on my shoulders, pressing down and I could not move. The pain was fading though to be replaced by pleasure. I was gasping now. He said quietly, "yeah, boy, your hole is like velvet. I love a hardly used hole. I am going to plant my seed so deep in you you will be converted for sure tonight. My HOT seed will change you forever. You will remember this night all the rest of your life." His onslaught kept on and on and soon the pleasure turned to ecstacy and I could not think of anything else but that piston driving in and out of me. He kept up a steady talk, most of which I didnt understand and the way I was feeling I didn't care about. He was saying, "your ass is so good. Gonna breed you and make you pregnant with my fertile seed. You will be one of us now." He kept this up, over and over, and I found myself almost yelling, "give it to me! fuck me! fuck me! fuck me! Blow your hot cum in me! I need it so bad! OMG, it is fantastic!" He kept it up for a good, I am sure, 20 minutes or more. Then he was saying something quietly and I almost couldn't hear it, "your hole is so good. I can feel it starting to pull the cum out of me. It is going to blow soon. You are going to get every drop of my toxic load in you. I can tell this will be a big load and I am going to grind into the walls of your ass so it takes hold." Another 5 or 6 minutes later and he looked me in the eyes telling me, "look into my eyes deep. I want to see how much you love this when I charge you up with my 'viral? load. I wasn't understanding, but I wanted him to fill me, I needed it so bad now. Then his movements started to become jerky and I knew he was ready to cum. All at once, he drove into me one last time, hard and grinding and yelled, "I'm cumming now. Giving you my hot hot hot AIDS cum now!" Before I had time to actually digest what he had said, I felt his cock throbbing in me and his cum spraying my insides. My own cock started to spray at the same time and being right over my face, I without realizing it, opened my mouth and took my load down my own throat. Hank ground and ground into me and I didn't think either of us was going to stop cumming. Then it was over and as I was coming down from that high, it hit me what he had said. My eyes popped wide open and I was stunned speechless. Did he say what I thought he had said? He was looking me right in the eyes as that dawned on me. He kind of nodded and said, "you heard what I said didn't you? Now you really know what a conversion party is. You are going to convert all right, to having HIV. I could only lay there shocked beyond belief at what I had let happen. Before I could get my mind wrapped around that, Hank was slowly fucking my ass again as his cock was still hard. I could not move. I was frozen in place as he again, started a good pace and he said, "you are so hot, I will not last any time at all this time." With that he drove into me one last time hard and I could feel his cock throb again as he unloaded another load of his HIV cum into me. It hit me then and I found myself sobbing. What the hell had I done? What do I do now? Hank rolled us to our sides and held me close trying to soothe me, kissing my tears away and crooning softly to me, "you will be ok. I think I love you and want you with me forever." I had no answer as my mind was completely blank and then I fell asleep in his arms.

Dad’s Basement Part Twenty-Four I looked between my legs, wonder which one of the men jacking their cocks would be next to slide up my hole. I winked my hole at the men, inviting them to come fuck me. My eyes locked on an older man, he looked old enough to be my grandfather. His hair was white as snow on his head, chest and crotch. His cock was uncut and hung semi-hard from his crotch. “Don't be shy” I said coyly. His eyes widened, as his hand slowly began to move his foreskin back and forth over his cock head. He licked his lips staring at my hole. “Slide in my hole” I puckered my hole for him, trying to lure him over so he would fuck me. Dad and Zane watched closely as I tried to seduce the older man. I watch his cock slowly expand in girth and length. “Daddy won't mind if you fuck me” I pointed over to Dad who was motioning for the older man to fuck me. I slid my finger to my hole and started to circle my sloppy, slightly puffy hole. My finger slid easily around my wet, cummy hole. I slowly pushed my finger into my hole as deep as I could. The older man’s cock was now rock hard and he was slowly jacking it. “Please grandpa fuck me” He took a few steps forward, smiling. “Daddy fucked me, now I want you to” He took a few steps closer, his smile growing. “Bet you fuck better than Daddy” He moved until his cock head was pressed against my hole. Zane had a huge grin on his face, as if he was trying not to laugh. “Put it in please grandpa” His hips moved forward and his head popped in. I moaned loudly “Like that little one” he asked “Yes grandpa” He slid in further, until I could feel the soft white hair above his cock tickle my ass. He pulled out a little then pushed in all the way. I moaned more. He grabbed my ankles and spread my legs wide as he began to fuck my hole at a steady rhythm. Dad stood and moved to the side of the old man tucking me. “Fine hole he's got?” Dad asked “Your boy?” “Raised him, fucked him and pozzed him” “Did the same to my boy, about the same age as him I suppose. But back then it wasn't HIV/AIDS, it didn't have a name.” Dad slowly stroked his cock as he listened. “He was always interested in my cock, so we started playing, until he was begging me to take his hole. Even after I explained I had the “gay virus” but he didn't care, started to beg for that too” I couldn't help but get turned on and started to stroke my cock. Zane’s interest had peeked and he joined the old man and Dad. “I was so turned on seeing my boy on his back, legs up, just like your boy here, that I pretty much raped his hole. All the time he was begging his Daddy to fuck him and cum in him” His cock slide in and out of my hole slowly, as he told us his story. Dad and Zane was standing next to him stroking their own cocks. “Since I passed on the virus, he couldn't have kids of his own so he adopted a boy, raised him and when he reached the same age as he did, he and I passed on the family tradition to him. Just like you and your boy has done” “My only wish is that his grandfather, my father would have started the tradition, the beautiful tradition.” Dad said. “Is your son and grandson here” Zane asked. “Not this trip, but they have been.” “Maybe Dad we can invite them to join the club if they want” I said Dad just nodded and said “I will give you the details Sir, and you can tell me if that interests you” The old man continued to thrust his cock into my sloppy hole. Dad leaned over and started to kiss him deeply. I knew his tongue was going deep into his mouth. The old man's cock grew thicker and harder, yet he continued at the steady rhythm that he had been. His chest movements became faster and faster, until he pushed his cock in all the way. His moans were muffled by Dad’s mouth. I squeezed tightly around his cock, well the best I could, trying to milk his cum out. He pulled out and Dad, Zane and the old man moved to the side, allowing other men to step up and fuck me as they talked. The rest of the afternoon I stayed in the pool area and got bred. I lost count on how many men fucked me and how many loads I had taken. I do remember waking back to the cabin and cum running down my legs, I couldn't hold it all in. Sadly Dad told me that this would be the last night at the resort. We were leaving in the morning to head home. My gang bang to join the club was in three days and I needed the have my hole well rested - well it needed to tighten up again so the members would enjoy fucking it and the bred me and brought me into the club.

Part Four Cody sent a called Paul after the student trainer left and told Paul what he had done to the kid. Paul was excited to hear about Cody’s conquest and promised him “There are more neg asses out there to be pozzed.” Paul’s comments got Cody rock hard and he told Paul “I want to jerk off while we’re on the phone.” Paul urged him “Save your poz seed for the weekend.” Cody let Paul know “It will be a challenge but I’ll do my best. Today was the first time I came in nearly a month.” Paul chuckled as Cody let him know “I never cum during the state tournament so that he can channel his sexual energy into his wrestling.” Paul assured Cody “We’re going to celebrate your championship and pozzing you first neg ass this weekend.” Cody told Paul “I am looking forward to this weekend.” Paul let Cody know “I’m going to take off work on Friday to set up for the weekend’s festivities. Your welcome to come over anytime that day.” The rest of the week the student trainer kept bugging Cody to fuck him while Cody attempted to save his seed. Luckily Cody was able to avoid the student trainer most of the week as the weekend was quickly approaching. Cody informed his parents “I’m going to celebrate my state championship with a few friends this weekend.” His father told him “OK, but be careful not to do anything stupid, and if you drink alcohol, don’t drive.” Cody assured his parents “We’re not going to do any drinking of alcohol.” He was sure to omit the fact that he planned on pnping. When Friday came Cody had a few things he would need for the weekend in his back pack. When school was over he headed to Paul’s place. He was amazed at how Paul had set up for the weekend. He rearranged the furniture and placed a sling in the living room right beneath the ceiling fan. He had the sofa bed set up with plastic sheet. There was a fuck/fisting bench and a St. Andrew cross. Cody was excited to try it all. Once everything was arranged Paul gave Cody a couple blue pills. “This is Viagra and should help you get hard when you slam. If this doesn’t work I’ve got some Caverject that will definitely work. I want to feel that cock of yours inside me.” Cody smiled and the two kissed and then swallowed their Viagra’s. They resumed kissing as the Viagra when to work. Once they were both naked Paul pulled out the party supplies and showed Cody how to prepare and administer his own point. Cody was already hard when the points were ready. The two decided to slam together as they kissed and applied the tourniquet’s to each other arms. Paul made sure that Cody had hit a vein just before he hit his own. Once both points were emptied they kissed as they pulled each other’s tourniquets off. They coughed through their kiss as Paul grabbed Cody’s hard cock and pulled him down on top of himself. Cody’s cock was quickly lubed up and inside Paul’s hole. Cody pumped away and with his rush (and since he hadn’t cum since he fuck the student trainer on Monday) he shot his load inside Paul. Paul told Cody “This is just the beginning of the weekend.”