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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 am a 48 year old bottom that learned the joys of BB sex in my 20s. It was a long week and I had been traveling for work missing my regular fuck bud. I finally got home late Friday night had a beer, striped down and collapsed in bed. I fell fast asleep thinking about the fuck I was going to get tomorrow. In the wee hours of the morning I started to wake from my sleep realizing that a weight was on top of me, then realized that my ass was stretched full. A big hard cock was slowly working its way in and out of my ass. I was being fucked while I slept. I yelled out WTF get off of me dude. The owner of the big cock up my ass said a “shut the fuck up bitch - take my cock”. Then he said ‘I’m gonna breed your ass”. He then pounded his dick deep and hard up my ass balls deep. I didn’t recognize the voice. I tried to squirm away but my arms were pinned at my side by the guy fucking my ass. As he continued to plow my ass the pain was intense, I was scared and screaming, begging him to stop . Again he told me to shut up and take it. Tears were flowing down my checks as the big dick continued to use my ass. I realized I was being raped. I tried to turn to see who was using my ass but his full weight of his chest was on my back as he pile drived my ass, my arms were above my head being held down, so I was pretty much not able to move or get away. The whole time I was being fucked the guy fucking me kept telling me to shut up and that he was gonna breed my bitch hole. That I was his bitch now and that he owned my ass. He starting fucking me faster and harder. I could feel the wetness of the sweat dripping off his body as he pounded my ass. I was on my stomach with my legs spread wide and could feel his balls slapping against my ass making a slapping sound each time his cock bottomed out in my ass. The pain of the big cock is gone and I start push my ass back on his cock. I am surprised that my begging him to stop has turned into begging him to fuck me. He hears and says “that’s right you want this don’t you?” I am covered in sweat and yelp each time that cock hits my prostrate. I am a moaning bitch for his cock. Here I am being held down and being rape fucked in my own bed. Oh and I am loving it. My ass feels so good taking that cock. All the time I am being tucked he keeps up his verbal assault calling me his slut, his bitch and telling me to take his cock and that he is gonna breed my hole. I am moaning and groaning loving the fucking I am getting, but thinking what am I gonna do after he is done fucking me. I have a ball bat under the bed I think I can reach but my arms are being held down. I don’t wanna hurt the guy, but feel the need to protect myself. I think to myself I will just grab the bat and ask him to leave after he shots his load up my ass. Ok I have my plan, enjoy the dick pounding my ass, but when he comes that is my chance to go for the bat. He starts grunting and moaning saying he is gonna cum, and bred my ass. Tells me to take his load here it comes bitch. I feel him slow his assault hear him groan. I feel him shake and shudder and feel the warmness of his cum up my ass. He releases my arms as he slowing moves his hips sliding his cock in and out. I reach for the bat and somehow turn away from him. As I turn back to tell him to get the fuck outta my house I realize that he is the friend of my best fuck bud. My best fuck bud comes into the room and says “welcome home dude”. “Hope you enjoyed our welcome home present”. They both concocked this. The guy who fucked me was a hot 28 year old Hispanic guy with a 8.5 inch uncut cock with big low hanging balls. They told me that they really worked hard to get that big cock up my ass before before I woke up. They told me as they worked my hole with their tongues, fingers, spit and lube I was moaning in my sleep pushing my ass back to them. I still can’t believe I didn’t wake up. Turns out we both have had the hots for the Hispanic guy, but never did anything till now. The Hispanic guy and I are a mess covered in cum,sweat and lube. The three of us jump into the shower to clean up a bit then back to bed to continue our fuck fest. They got me good, I thought I was being raped till the very end. Oh and I did get my revenge on my fuck bud but that is another story.

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.

Good point. My trainer said it would take time to properly train my hole. Hes open to how far we go. Occasional fisting fun or totally wrecking my hole. Personally, Im leaning for occasional fisting fun.

the double headers are good for depth. Just remember to practice opening up your hole. There is only so much a fisting top can do

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 .

Why push him off? I am a cocksucker and need his Cock! Its my place to please a man any way I can. Well that and I really love to take a cock balls deep and make it cum.

Here's my thoughts as a bottom. BB bottom to be exact. He should've handed the condom in the wrapper to you. Let you make a decision to wrap or to move on.

i spent all night taking bathhouse loads. there was such a big puddle of cum under the sling from everything that dripped outta my pussy that i had to get down on my hands n knees and lick it up. one guy said "thats so fucking disgusting and i bet its all hiv positive cum"the other guy said "i bet it is.i know the loads he got from me were LOADED with hiv. now lick that toxic cum off the dirty bathhouse floor slut" then got down behind me and fucked me while i licked it all up.he made sure i got every drop.then dumped another load in me and said "thats 3 from me boy.i know you like unmedicated toxic loads so you're welcome. i said thank you daddy n he slapped my ass and left.i never looked behind me to see what he looked like but if i had to guess he was an older white daddy. nice meaty cock.

The difficulty I find is with definitions of what is a 'daddy'. I'm of the age that would fit well into a 'daddy' category and, believe me, it's a category that I would feel particularly at home with. However, it seems, to me anyway, that age alone is not a current criteria for being a daddy. Rightly or wrongly, it feels to me that daddy is now defined by a person's body type i.e. if you don't have a tall, broad muscular body with a perfect dusting of chest hair and a huge dick then don't bother even thinking you could be accepted as a daddy.

I would just let him have his way.

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.

Interesting conversation. First of all, some people have latex allergies. So, I don't think it's a wise idea to just put a condom on someone without asking permission. As @Guygonebad just said, if you're bent over in a dark backroom, I'd assume you're there to take ALL dick. Covered or not. There's an unwritten rule of no talking or conversations in a dark backroom. I really don't know of many backrooms I've played in lately where condoms are ever used. Bareback sex is typically assumed in those situations, these days. I hate condoms and prefer bare, but I'd assume that if I did want the guy to use a condom, I wouldn't be bent over inviting all cock. If a guy let me know he wanted to fuck me in that back room, I could at least whisper in his ear that I wanted a condom, so I'm not breaking the silence of the room. The only acceptable talking in a darkroom is grunts of "fuck me", "pound me", "seed me", etc.

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Fuck I love to do that! My older bro likes to kick back and have a beer while he watches me finger his load out of my ass and eat it.

PART 8 FINAL CHAPTER. I dipped my head in embarrassment. My cousin came over to me and stood in front of me, completely naked, awesome athletic body, thick cock, trimmed bush. I felt ill with the anxiety that filled me from what might happen, my Grandad was there, this kind of changed things,Tall, stocky with an air of authority, My Dad and Uncle, cowering away as he was bossing them. I felt he was going to beat me to teach me a lesson, so many questions filled my mind until I felt a warm wet cock press against my cheek. I opened my eyes to see my Grandad's cock pressed up against my face. I jumped back when I realised what he was doing. Robbie took him in his mouth, whilst my Dad was eating out Robbies arse, Cum on Dads lips and beard from Robbies arse, I guess Grandad had fucked him earlier. Uncle Will presented his hard cock at my mouth, Wait said Grandad, Steve has to please his Grandaddy first, Use Robbies mouth, you have been for years, Steve has always been my favourite and I am so going to fuck him good. Robbie looked up and passed grandads cock over to me. I lent forward and sniffed his cock. His scent filling my nose. It was even more intoxicating than Dads or Uncle Wills when it came straight from his musky body. I opened my mouth and slowly moved it onto his cock. His thick cock slid into my mouth and the curve up made it rub against the roof of my mouth. Robbie was now getting fucked by his Dad whilst sucking mine, we had odd glances at each other. My Grandad moaned in pleasure as he slid his dick deeper into my mouth. I moved back and forth, sucking his cock as he moaned out loud. I picked up the pace and sucked harder. Grandad loved this and put his hand on my head and started working my head back and forth up and down his cock, faster and faster he got. Will had cum in Robbies arse and had been replaced by my father in his cummy hole. I started tasting the salty precum oozing from grandads cock as I was forced up and down my own Grandfather's cock. He made me jump, I'm never going to get off at this pace." He said as he shoved his cock down my throat. He grabbed the back of my head and started face fucking me. Hard and deep, his cock plunged into my throat and making me gag. My Dad had now cum in Robbie, Grandad ordered Will and Dad to suck on his nipples and Robbie to slide onto my dick, His arse was full of uncle and Dad cum, I slid my hard dick into a silk glove, pure exctacy, Robbie was taking his 3rd family dick within the hour. After a few thrusts my Grandad was squirting his cum down my throat. I swallowed every drop of it that hit my mouth. I pulled off his cock and I looked up at my grandad as his dick stood next to my face. I licked him clean. I sucked every last drop of cum that was left. Whilst I shot my load deep in Robbie as I made eye contact with my dad, he ruffled my hair looking pleased with me. Grandad told us were going away for the weekend to a special place. Robbie whispered to me whilst Grandad, Dad and Uncle were pouring drinks, can I fuck you when we share your bed. I looked at him, my Grandaddy, Dad and Uncle and know this is the life for me, I love these Men and look forward to years of "Family Bonding". As I climbed on the bed and let my cousin Robbie enter my arse, knowing I was going to be the family cumdump for these men tonight, I sniffed my poppers and groaned in ecstacy, As they gathered around me.

Part 4 It was Sunday morning as we left the campground. I pulled onto the highway and decided to head toward the city instead of directly home. I thought Matty and I needed to do a little shopping to celebrate our new relationship. As we traveled down the road, Matty told me stories about some of his sexual escapades. I had made him to take his shorts off so I could admire his beautiful body, and he leaned back in the passengers chair with one of his big feet propped up on the dashboard. God, even his feet were sexy. Nice big size 12 feet. I couldn't wait till I had a chance to lick and worship them. He stretched out and put his left hand behind his head, letting me have a nice view of his dark, hairy pit. He lightly stroked his cock as he leisurely talked. Between his hot stories regaling what a slut he is, and his gorgeous naked body on full display, I had a difficult time concentrating on the road. My own hard cock pushed against the confines of my shorts. We hadn't fucked this morning, what with all the sex that had taken place the day before, but now I was really horny again. My son had revived my middle aged libido, and I felt as if I was 19 years old again myself. Finally I couldn't take any more. "Come here slut." I demanded. "Suck daddy's cock." He flashed his big smile and dropped to his knees next to me. Unbuttoning my shorts, he pulled out my uncut meat and pulled the foreskin back. He licked around my head, savouring the precum before he swallowed my entire shaft. I just groaned as my boy expertly deep throated my cock, making slow love to it with his throat muscles. Damn, it felt almost as good as his ass. He would swallow it to the root, burying his nose in my pubes, and massage me with his throat. It didn't take long before I was close to shooting. I grabbed a fist full of his curly hair, and slammed his head up and down into my pubes. I held him tight to me as I shot my first two squirts right down his throat. Then I pulled him off and finished shooting on his face, coating his cheek and nose. I damn near wrecked the r.v. in the process. I rubbed some of the cum into his hair as I pushed him off me. He sat back in his chair with a big shit eating grin on his face. He left the cum on his face without me even needing to tell him. He knew I liked him looking like a cheap whore. It wasn't long before we hit the city limits, and shortly we were at the leather store. Luckily I had a credit card that my wife didn't know about, so we could buy whatever caught our eye. And I'm sure Matty had lots of ideas, as did I. We walked through the door and Matty's eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store. Before us lay a plethora of leather and kink items, and I couldn't wait to start shopping. We walked around the store a bit, checking things out, as the few patrons that were in there eyed Matty with lust filled gazes. I felt so proud, having such a beautiful son, and of course it helped that he was still only wearing a pair of basketball shorts and flip-flops. These shorts were white, and you could practically see right through them. The first place we stopped was the collars. I picked a couple of different ones up, trying them around Matty's neck. All eyes in the store were on the practically naked Adonis as I decided on the best one. It had several different rings on it, perfect for various different ways of restraint. I clipped a leash onto it, and led Matty up to the counter. I handed the guy behind it my card. "Go ahead and hang on to this." I said. "We're going to be a while." The guy gave me a big smile as he took my card. Having my boy in a collar filled me with a sense of real power. I made Matty get on his hands and knees as I led him over to the restraints. He obeyed without even hesitating. I selected a nice set of ankle and wrist restrains. Thick leather ones, lined with sheepskin. Perfect for extended use. I put them to my boy, and he was starting to look really fucking hot. I led him over to the gags next. I picked up a gag with a large round plastic hole. I pushed it in his mouth, stretching his jaw wide open, and buckled it behind his head. Very nice. I picked up a ball gag next, and removed the piss gag. Then I forced the red ball into his mouth and buckled it. Very sexy. "We'll definitely take both of these." I said, handing the piss gag to the clerk. I led my gagged boy over to the hoods next. "Kneel boy." I instructed him. He raised himself into a kneeling position, revealing a rock hard cock under his shorts. He was totally turned on at this public display of his obedience. It was not lost on the other patrons who had all stopped to watch the show. I picked up a nice thick hood that had a removable blindfold and mouth piece. I took his collar off, as this hood had a collar and rings on it too. I placed it over Matty's head, buckeling it tight. It fit him perfectly. Then I removed it, and took it to the counter as Matty put his new collar back on. Next I led him to a wall of whips and paddles. "Choose two son." I instructed him. Matty looked them over, then chose a riding crop, and a cat-o'-nine-tails. I walked over to the blindfolds and selected a nice one that also had sheepskin lining. I put it on my boy, blinding him. I walked over to one of the men who was watching. A man, a little older than me with a nice big belly and a bushy beard. His arms were really hairy, and chest hair spilled out of his shirt collar. Definitely a bear. I handed him the cat-o'-nine-tails saying, "You look like a man who knows his way around a whip. Would you mind testing this for me? I think 5 hard strokes on his back should do the trick." The man smiled as he took the cat. Walking to my son, he brought the cat down on Matty's back, snapping it so the tips of the tails struck his vulnerable skin. Matty cried out into the gag, much to the amusement of the men watching. 4 more quick hard snaps left some nice red welts on my boys back. I smiled as I took the cat to the counter. Then I bent the crop in my hand, testing it's flexibility. Standing behind my boy, I administered 5 fast hard swipes to the sole of his left foot, followed by 5 to his right foot. Matty cried out into his gag after each strike of the crop. But I could see his cock was still hard in his shorts. The slut. I leaned down into his ear and said, "You're doing good son. There's just one more that you didn't pick." I selected a nice, hard leather paddle off the wall, the kind that had studded metal points on one side. I walked up to a couple and handed one of them the paddle. "Would you do the honors?" I asked. "Give him 5 on his beautiful ass. 3 with the flat side, 2 with the other." He licked his lips as he approached Matty and held nothing back as he came down full force on Matty's backside. Matty screamed into the gag after each swat, everyone as hard as the other with only his thin shorts between the leather and his skin. But he never moved through his ordeal, and I was proud. After I took the paddle and whips to the counter, I stopped and had a private conversation with the bear. He just nodded and smiled. Then I picked out some leather shorts and harnesses, a couple of each and handed them to the bear. "Would you kindly take my son to the dressing room and find the ones that fit him best?" I asked. The bear took hold of the leash and tugged on it. "Come on boy!" He said, leading the blindfolded boy to the back. "You heard your daddy." Matty obediently crawled behind the big man, not that he had a choice. The clerk probably knew what was up, but didn't object, after all, I was spending quite a bit of money today. I walked over to the counter and selected a nice selection of various cock and balls devises, different rings and stretchers, as well as a couple of nice chastity cages. I couldn't wait to see them on my son. As I walked around the store a bit, the man who had paddled Matty came up to me. "That's a hot boy you got there. Where'd you find him?" " He's my son." I replied. "Oh, of course, your "son"". He said smiling. "No really, he is my son. And right now he's taking a load up his ass from that guy, because I wanted him too." "No shit man! Thats so nasty!" "Well, he's a nasty little slut. Do you want to have a go at him? He lives for cock." "No shit man? Well my partner and I have a nice little play space if you wanna come over. We'll fill that sluts pussy real good. Even got a friend we could call if he's that cock hungry." "Call him." I said. "Let me finish shopping and we can head over." The man was smiling as he walked over to his partner. And soon his partner was smiling just as big. After about 10 minutes, the bear started walking from the back, leading my boy who now wore a harness and leather shorts. A couple of new people had come in the store and looked a little surprised as they watched my new slave crawling on the floor. The bear just handed me his leash and his shorts and said thank you, then left. I took the blindfold off my boy, and led him over to the shackles. I removed his wrist and ankle restraints, then picked up a nice spreader bar. I made Matty stand and kicked his ankles apart, attaching the bar with the attached restraints. Then I found a nice metal shackle, took off his collar, and shackled his wrist's and neck. The clerk gave me a padlock to secure it shut. Matty looked super hot standing there, but he was missing something. I went to the counter and picked out several different nipple clamps, one of them being aligator clamps. I attached them to my boy, eliciting loud screams into his ball gag. I left him standing there in pain and on display as I picked up a few more items. Some various dildos, anal balls, butt plugs enema equipment, a leather jockstrap and a few coloured ones, the works. And a few more bottles of poppers, of course. As the clerk rang up my purchases, I released the nipple clamps, eliciting new screams from Matty, and removed the shackles, replacing them with his new restraints. Then when everything was bagged up, I led my collared boy out the door to the r.v., then over to my new friends playpen. This trip cost a couple thousand dollars, but I knew my slut was worth it. As soon as we arrived at our host's place, Alan and Bob, they ushered us into a bedroom that was set up as a respectable little dungeon. It had a sling, fuckbench, couple of different cages, a wooden stockade, a St. Andrews cross, and a variety of whips and other sex toys. After a quick discussion with the two men, we stripped Matty and bound my still gagged son to the cross. He looked so hot tied up, spread and vulnerable, his smooth white ass practically begging to get beat. The doorbell rang and Bob went to let their friend, Rick in. He was another leather daddy who let loose a huge smile when he saw the naked stud displayed before him. He rubbed Matty's ass saying, "This is going to be one hot fuck. I can't wait to see his tight little cunt oozing cum." But first things first. I held some poppers under Matty's nose, making him take several long deep hits till I could tell he was high. "You might have to wear a shirt for a while son." I whispered into his ear. "Don't want your mamma to see your back." As I stepped away, Alan landed a hard stroke from a cat right between Matty's shoulder blades. Matty cried out from surprise as his whole body tensed up, and some nice light pink lines appeared on his back. Then Alan went to work like a pro, alternating the blows to my slut. He would deliver several fast ones in a row, followed by a really hard one, alternating between Matty's broad shoulders, his narrow waist and every available spot in between. Matty tensed with every blow, his spectacular muscles flexing as he writhed in his bonds, sweat dripping down his body. We all egged Alan on, enjoying the young stud suffering. Finally Matt's entire back glowed like it was on fire, which I'm sure it was. Bob released my boy from the cross, and Matty just dropped too his knees. I didn't know if it was from submission or exhaustion. Not that it mattered. On his knees is where a slut like him belongs. Bob led him over to the fuckbench, and helped him up on it, buckeling him in, pulling out his plug, and leaving his glorious white ass ready and available for whatever we wanted. I'm sure Matty thought he was going to get fucked after the whipping he just took, but Rick had other ideas. Bob removed Matty's gag as I fed him more poppers. When he was nice and buzzed and loose, Rick picked up a thick wooden paddle and started beating Matt's ass. The first few swats illicited some loud responses from my boy, but not much more. Rick continued his assault on the teen jock ass before him. It was clear he wanted to break Matty. He struck the hard ass over and over until it was a dark red colour. Matty soon started begging him to stop, pleading. But Rick just continued. Matty begged louder and louder, but to no avail, Rick didn't let up. Finally, Matty totally broke down. He started crying and blubbering. Tears and snot ran down his face as he pleaded for mercy. It wasn't until Matty was sobbing great wracking sobs that Rick finally ended the torture. He ran his hands over the deep red ass, feeling the heat that eminated from it. Then, they started fucking him. Rick was the first. He slammed his hard fat cock into my son without warning. Matty cried out and continued to sob as Rick pounded the bruised ass before him. He pulled out and Bob stepped up and took his place, ramming his own raging hardon into the bound boy before him. He fucked hard with no mercy, slapping the red hot ass, keeping Matty in tears. Pulling out, he let Alan step in for his turn. The three men kept up the rotation for close to an hour, each one stopping before they came, slapping the burning ass the whole time, keeping Matty in tears. I just sat back and watched, mesmerized by the show before me. Finally, Rick shot his load into the weeping boy beneath him, pounding his cum deep into the helpless cunt. Alan and Bob both followed suit, each dumping a violent load into my sweet baby boy. After everyone had calmed down, Bob released Matty bonds, helping my boy off the bench. Matty just collapsed on his side, breathing deeply, his tear stained, snot covered face flushed a bright red. I walked over to him, and pushed him onto his back with my foot. "Jerk off bitch!" I ordered him. "Show these nice men how thankful you are for their abuse. How much you liked it. Show them what a pathetic cumdump pig you are!" Matty grabbed his hardening cock and started jerking it. The three men stood over the defeated jock and spit on him while he stroked his hard pole. Matty opened his mouth and the men filled it with their spit. He shot another huge teenage wad into his open mouth and all over his face and chest. After everyone had calmed down, I replaced Matty's gag and restraints, plugged his ass and led him out to the r.v., but not before finalizing plans with the three men to return in two weeks when Matty would get a true gangbang. We drove the over two hours home in silence, with Matty still gagged, laying on the floor next to me, where a used cumdump like him belonged. His mother was already in bed, so Matty and I retired to his bedroom. I removed all his gear, and we climbed into bed. I held him and stroked his sore back and ass, and he just curled into me like he did when he was a little boy. I took his chin and lifted his head. We looked into each other's eyes and I kissed him tenderly. "I hope you know how much I enjoyed that slut." I whispered to him. "Daddy likes watching his baby boy get abused." "I know," he whispered back. "Thank you daddy. I needed that." I kissed him passionately as I climbed on top of him. I slid my cock into his wet slick hole and pushed my body down on him, grinding his sore back into the bed beneath us. I groped his welted ass as I fucked him, and he responded by wrapping his legs around me, pulling me tightly into him. He kissed me hard as I pumped him, grinding his hard cock into my furry belly. In short time, I dumped another load into his greedy pussy, and his own cock shot off, coating our bellies in fresh boy cum while his ass milked his daddy's sperm into his guts. We fell asleep in each other's arms.

A JOINT CEREMONY PART 2: The father then led me back to the alter, where only 1 of my arms and both legs were bound to it. In addition, a rubber tube was placed around my right arm, and tied tightly, until the veins started popping out. The father removed a syringe from a table, sticking the needle in a vein, and drawing some blood into it, releasing the band and then pushing the plunger. My hand was then raised above my head. I began to violently cough, and felt as though I could not breathe. My vision became quite blurred. I could feel the liquid rushing through my arm, and experienced a strange metalic taste in my mouth. The coughing subsided, and I felt a warmth spreading throughout my body. Sending a tingling sensation throughout it. My ass began to twitch, and my once rock hard cock began to soften in its cage, much to my relief. The father then unlocked my cock from its prison, and withdrew yet another syringe. I wasn’t sure that I could handle more of what I just received in my arm, and my body started to tremble. The father patted my head, and told me not to worry, this would help me. With that, he placed the needle to the base of my cock, and pushed the plunger. It wasn’t long before my cock became rigid once again, growing in size like I have never seen it grow. The father then knelt between my legs, and inserted my cock in his mouth. He quickly removed his mouth and explained that I would be sharing what could well be my last negative load as a blessing to him. It wasn’t long before I gave the father my blessing. He removed his mouth from my cock, and brought his lips to mine, sharing my precious seed with me. After his cock was clean. I was rebound to the table, with the rubber tube draped over my arm. The father once again approached Brother Zack with a syringe in his hand. This time however, the syringe was empty. He placed the rubber tubing around his arm, finding a vein, and then drawing the syringe full of his bright red blood. The father then approached me with the syringe, laying it upon the alter before tightly pulling the tubing around my arm. The father removed the syringe from the alter, finding my vein, and pushing the plunger until it was empty. As doing so, I will never forget the words that he said. “This is Zacks gift to you, and the church. His life as yours will soon become. His blood tainted by the same venom that you so desire and have earned. Ultimately your sacrifice and death, as so many have experienced before you.” With that, I was untied from the alter, and placed up my stomach, and retied. As the brothers were doing so, the father disrobed, and walked to the front of the alter, and placed his semi hard cock into my mouth and told me to worship him. His cock felt longer than it had ever felt before, causing me to gag just a bit. As I was worshiping his holy post, I could feel my ass cheeks being spread apart, and once again, feeling sharp shards being placed in my quivering hole. The father reminded his servants to save a few chards for later. The father then moved behind me mounting my ass, and driving balls deep into my ass. After aggressively pounding me for a few minutes, he withdrew his cock, and placed a shard on the tip of his cock. It must have been quite large, as I could feel it tearing my insides, as he once again thrust balls deep in me. Although it hurt like hell, and tears began to form in my eyes, it was what I wanted and needed so badly. My mind was focused upon Brother Zack, who was still tied to the cross, with a bandage covering his new marking. Maybe it was just my blurry vision from the tears, however it appeared that Brother Zack was also was starting to cry a bit. His cock was rock hard, and starting to ooze pre cum as he watched my breeding. I’m not quite sure how long the father had been in me, as I believe I blacked out for some time. All I really remembered was the feeling of his venom flooding my ass, as he said, take ye all of my seed, for your forgiveness of sins, and ultimate resurrection into our Brotherhood. I felt like a rag doll laid upon the alter. My body was sore, my throat starting to become dry, and my mind and body racing, yet coming down a bit. My hole was plugged with a familiar large butt plug, and I was untired, rolled over onto my back, and then retied to the alter. A metal device was placed in my mouth, which pulled the sides of my mouth wide open. I have seen such a device before, yet had never experienced wearing one. At this time, the father asked all in attendance to disrobe, and share their blessings with me. The congregation gathered around my face. There were all types of cock surrounding me. Some rock hard, some semi hard, cut, uncut, black, white, Hispanic, you name it. One of those was quite familiar, as it was Brother Jay. He was the most aroused, and his cock was leaking a yellowish ooze from it. I also noticed several leaking lesions upon his massive cock. He ultimately was the first to shoot his blessings into my mouth. One by one, tall of the cocks flooded my mouth with their venon, until no one remained. Brother Zack was still tied to the cross, and I knew that his seed would soon be mine. My arms were then untied, and I was instructed to sit up, as best as I could. The metal device was then removed from my mouth, much relief to my now aching jaws. Although I have consumed quite a bit of seed, my mouth and throat were rather dry. The father explained that it was important that I remained hydrated, and brought forth a chalice full of Gatoraid, with what I ultimately figured out, was laced with G as an additional Aid. I quickly drank all of the contents of the chalice, and felt an amazing euphoria around me. I came to sweat, and felt a bit nauseous. I wasn’t sure if it was from the drink, or all of the semen that I had consumed.

The Confessional: I was led to the confessional by hand, and as I came to find out, it was a closet, with a glory hole cut into the door. I heard the door open, and close, and then was instructed to remove my hood. After removed, the priest asked me what my confession was. I told him that I was looking to become poz, and that I was recently seeded by several toxic tops. The Father asked me why I thought it was a sin, as I was chasing, and took several anonymous poz loads. I explained to the Father that although I was looking to become positive, I wanted to know who my gifter was. The Father told me that although I could have already become positive it would be considered an “Immaculate Conception” and that I was not to worry about it, and that although it was not a sin in his eyes, immediately told me that I must repent and then there was total silence. A cock then poked through the glory hole, and he instructed to take his holy post for his forgiveness. Its was hard to tell through the glory hole, but he seemed to have 8+ inches of dripping uncut meat. As I continued to devour his holy post, he said “good alter boy.” Through his voice, I could tell that a massive load was building, and it wouldn’t be long before I received my gift. His cock suddenly withdrew from the glory hole, and he instructed me to turn around and put my ass up to the glory hole to receive my repentance. I quickly obliged, and within 5 minutes, his pace quickened and I felt his cock pulsing inside me as he told me to prepare for his blessing. After remaining in me for a few minutes, he instructed me to turn around and clean his holy post. As I did, I could taste the salty taste of cum, mixed in with the coppery taste of blood. With that, he told me it was time to meet my new pastor.

Part 28 　 I woke up and glancing at the clock noticed it was still only about 1 in the morning. I had only been asleep about and hour and a half at most. It dawn on me that the bed was rocking and then it hit me, Hank has his cock in my ass and was gently fucking me again. What the hell? He has HIV, I don't want anymore. I turned my head towards him and he was smiling and leaned towards me and kissed me and I couldn't help it, I returned the kiss. He then said, "about time you woke up. I was just about to unload a 4th load in you and here it comes." With that I felt his cock expand and then throb in my hole with another of his toxic loads. Then it hit me, he had said a 4th load? I asked him, "what do you mean a fourth load?" He said, "your ass was too much for me and while you were asleep I have been fucking you the whole time." My eyes had to have grown to the size of saucers with that proclamation. 4 loads of HIV cum in my ass and one while I was asleep? The shock on my face must have shown and Hank said, "it was more than I could resist. Your ass is amazing and feels so super wrapped around my cock, I just had to." I said, "but you have HIV and I don't want it. What the hell am I to do now? A week ago I had never done anything gay and now you say you have infected me? OMG, I can't believe this." He said, "I've been hinting about it all week and what did you think a conversion party was anyway? Plus, I am sure you saw the biohazard tats on us? Didn't you have any clue at all?" I said, "I saw them but had no idea what they meant and especially not meaning HIV and a conversion party? I thought that just meant some guys coming out as either being gay or maybe BI, I had no idea of conversion to have a disease. Now, what to I do?" Hank said, "it seems like you had a lot of fun lately. I know you enjoyed every second of it, didn't you? Now, you can just keep on having the best sex you have ever had, but don't have to worry anymore that you might catch it. Then, again, it isn't too late, you might not catch it or you could get to the doctor and get what is called PEP, which stops it, but then you would probably have to stop having sex with any guys ever again cause you never know whether they have it or not. It is up to you." I had to admit it had been the best sex I had ever had, but did I want to get HIV? I had a huge amount to think about. The door to the bedroom opened then and the stripper came walking in with a big grin on his face. He said, "here's the party poopers. We were wondering if you were going to come join in or just keep making all kinds of noise up here alone. Sounds like you two were trying to drive the bed through the floor." Hank laughed and said, "didn't realize we had made that much noise. I guess we had been a little noisy earlier. I kind of got carried away fucking Jim here as his ass is so fantastic." The stripper looked at me and said, "i can see his legs are still spread, and he appears to finally have let you cum in him as there is a lot running out of that cummy ass for sure." I immediately close my legs, which was a mistake, as they had been spread so long and my ass used so much it made me groan a little. The stripper laughed at that. He then said, "lucky you as I would love some of that sweet ass too and maybe you will let me real soon now that you know how great it feels." I could only stare at him as my mind was still not functioning good at all.

Dad’s Basement Part Twenty-Nine I continued to suck the cock in my mouth, as my hole was fucked hard and deep. My own cock was hard, but I wasn’t sure if I was leaking or if it was more cum running from my hole. I could hear chatter behind me, but was not sure what was being said. The cock in my hole slammed in deep, pulsing as it pumped it’s second poz load deep in my hole. The cock in my mouth pulled out, taking the mouthful of spit with it, I could feel the spit running down my chin. “Front hole is open” someone said. The cock in my hole pulled out and another cock slid in. Someone put the bottle of poppers back under my nostril. I inhaled deep again and held it. The bottle was moved to my other nostril, I inhaled deeply and held it. I could feel the rush intensifying. “My mouth is open for cock” I said. Almost instantly a cock presented it’s self to me and I took it in deep. I formed a ring around the shaft as my tongue was running up and down it. The cock slid into the back of my mouth and down in my throat. Hands gripped my hair, holding on tight, as the cock began to thrust in and out of my mouth and throat. The man fucking me was slapping my ass checks as he drove his cock deep into my fuck hole. Each cheek was getting a bit warm as he continued the slapping. “Fuck him good” someone yelled “Damn Drew, your boy is almost as good as you” “Like father like son” another voice called out. “Yeah, they both are cum whores” The man fucking me slammed his cock deep into my hole, shooting his load. “Move your ass, it’s my turn in that boy pussy” someone yelled. I could feel the man in my hole being pushed out of the way. As soon as he was gone someone pushed in. My hole was getting sore, very sore, but I was determined to get through the second round. “Fuck his hole is puffy and sloppy” “Just like a good whore should be” someone said, “Isn’t that right Daddy Drew” “Fuck yeah it is, especially boy pussy” my Dad answered. It didn’t take long for the cock inside my hole to shoot it’s load. The cock fucking my mouth just continued, but he had slowed down. Each time his crotch and balls met my face he would press into me hard. The spent cock in my hole pulled out and was replaced by another. This one didn’t waste time, he quickly started to roughly fuck my hole. His cock stabbed at the back of the inside. Each stab hurt just a little, which caused me to grunt when the cock was not in my throat. The cock in my mouth pulled out some, which allowed the little brown bottle to be shoved under my nose again. Inhaling deeply, I felt the rush run through me. Once the bottle was pulled away, the cock started to fuck my mouth again. “I’m gonna cum, give me that hole” someone said. The cock in my ass pulled out and a new one moved in. I felt a shot of cum hit my puffy hole and then the cock was pushed into me deep. “Dumping my AIDS” the man said. There was cheers from the rest. As soon as he was done, he pulled out and so did the cock in my mouth. The cock that was fucking me before slid back in and started to pound me. “Mixing those strains” he said. A cock was presented at my mouth, a new one. “Taste that AIDS cum, pussy boy” the man said, “this cock just pulled out of your hole, NOW CLEAN IT.” I didn’t hesitate. I took it into my mouth deep. The taste of the mixture of ass juice and toxic loads filled my mouth and I eagerly sucked it down. “Clean that cock son” my Dad said in my ear, “Get that load out of that cock in your ass and we will move you to the sling” “Yeah fucker, but the blindfold stays on” I tried to push back on the cock in my hole, but being tied down to the fuck bench I didn’t move much. I tried to squeeze my hole more around the cock, but it didn’t move much, only added to the soreness. The cock in my mouth pulled out. I felt a hot breath on my face. I assumed the owner of the cock I was cleaning knelt down. “Good job boy” he said, “always knew you would grow up and be like your Dad. Coach Paul and I had a bet on who would get you first. Bastard won” I just grunted from the fucking of my hole. The cock had picked up speed and was getting rougher. “Every time I saw that ass walking the halls, my cock got hard boy.” he said. Suddenly his lips touched mine, locking me in a hot kiss. He pushed his tongue into my mouth. His hands were holding my face as he kissed me passionately. I felt his goatee against my face, which caused so tickling and some prickling of my skin. We head that kiss as I was getting pounded. The cock inside me pushed in hard and deep and stayed there. I knew he was unloading one more toxic load into my hole. The man kissing me broke our lip lock, rubbed his hand in my wet hair and said: “Good boy” Leaving me wondering who it was. I knew it was someone that knew Coach Paul, but who. I also knew he was at my school. So many possibilities. As the man pulled his spent cock out of my hole, I was being untied by other men. Before I could move, I was lifted up and flipped. “Off to the sling”

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.”

This is great story that I am sure I rescued from BugShare. Its by PozIndyDad 40 and I hope he is on this site as this is a really hot nasty story. I hope you like it as much as I do:cool: __________________________________________________________________________ So You're Dirty, too? [/url]by Cute young looker. Great smile. His myspace wall told how fucked up his family life was. His photos went back a few years. He'd always been cute and was growing up nicely. He craved attention. That was his weakness. And the devil's foothold. So we talked a lot, to warm him up. He was 25 miles away and that made him feel safe. He'd started smoking bud the first night he got fucked, by some older teen in his truck on the farm. As I learned more about his life and his sex life, I learned it was fueled by pretty much any substance he could get his hands on. And it was always bare. He was a bottom boy. And had been with a couple of dozen guys. Always led the top take the lead. And they always took him bare. He liked to talk late into the night. Especially when he was on some pill. He enjoyed telling of his sexual exploits to someone who didn't judge. About how taking guys bare scared him, but he was too submissive to even ask if they were clean. He just let it happen. I taught him a new term he quickly picked up on: just putting out. And so one night I asked, "Daniel, what would happen if you knew ahead of time the dude was dirty?" "I'm always horny for cock," he said. "And I'm always fucked up on something. So I'd probably just put out." He was always horny. And fucked up. And he had that insatiable desire innate to true bottom boys to just get cocks up in him. That's why the two older, bear daddy gay neighbors had been showing him the ropes. That's why he had been putting out for older guys on a4a. If he was horny and high--and you had a dick and would pick him up--he had learned to just put out. One Friday night he started texting at midnight. I was out with a mid-twenties poz bro. A vers kid I'd trained and shared. He found it hot to read the texts over my shoulder. I took my iPhone to myspace and showed him the boy. He said, "Daddy, may I have a little brother?" We worked the leather bar. And I kept texting the bottom boy. He was at home in bed. And was very curious what we were up to, out cruising for men together. He kept saying he wanted us both to fuck him. I kept telling him he wasn't ready yet. I kept making him work for it. Beg for it. And finally this text came through: i know u r poz daddy I showed the text to my bar boy. He took my hand and placed it on his rock hard crotch. "Let's knock him up," he said, while chewing on my ear. Ever the dark predator, I let the text hang there. Knowing this bottom too well by now. He was in his bed. Fingering his hole. Rolling on pills. Probably liquored up. And horny as fuck. Within minutes, he fought to sustain the conversation: itz ok. rite after we met on myspace i got warned about u and then: thats y i told u that i jus put out By this point, I could no longer keep my bar boy in a leash. His juices were flowing. He was a good boy. We both needed some fresh meat. So I texted the bottom boy to get his ass ready and sneak out. We'd be there in 20 minutes and take him back to my place. As I drove, the stoned little horn dog sat next to me. And reclined his chair, so he could make out with bar boy in the back seat. While I pawed his junk. Soon, his PJs were to his ankles. My finger slid past his hairless junk into his hairless crack. And he was pre-lubed--just like I'd told him I expected my boy to be. As I fingered him, he said, "I do listen, like a good boy, daddy. I read our texts over and over, cumming again and again to your dirty talk." We got to my house, I pulled in the garage and bar boy dragged him from the car nude. By the time I got to the bedroom, that clean little hole was ripe for the picking. I started kissing him, he pushed me to my back, and settled into the saddle for a long, nasty ride. The smooth little fucker clawed my chest hair and rode me--just as I'd told him a good boy would do. He played with my balls while smiling at me, remembered it was a turn on. So I drove my bare, poz cock even deeper up into him. I talked dirty to him--and it caused him to ride and grind even harder. He was more of a moaner than verbal, but I do remember him asking if I thought he was a good boy for just putting out. And I told him that he was a good boy. When I got close, he started begging for my load. And drove me nuts, I drove my 7 up his. And flooded his young boypussy with vile man cum. And he loved it. He fell to my chest, kept me in him and lay his head there while I ran my fingers through his long, dark hair. Once I went soft and slipped out of him, bar boy straddled me, lined himself up and took his turn. I kissed the boy for what seemed like hours, while my dirty prodigy went to town in his freshly fucked hole. Eventually, bar boy flipped the kid on his back so he could drive deep, pummeling his poz cock into that kid while I watched. After I got up to take a piss and grab some soda, bar boy brought hit home and bred him good. Joining me in the kitchen, he smiled. "Guess what he said as I started to shoot, after he begged me to cum in him?" I shrugged, nonverbally asking what the kid had said. "He stared right into my soul with those piercing green eyes," said bar boy. "And asked, 'So you're dirty, too?"