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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.

I embraced my daddy status around 5 years ago. That made me 49yo. I have always had my true age on hookup sites and also my face with S&P/silver hair showing. If someone is going to turn me down for being too old I'd rather have it happen online than once we're in person. I feel like there's some kind of Daddy fetish going on that maybe didn't used to exist (maybe it did, but I wasn't into it lol). I do think guys like confidence in general and it's smarter to just own it and work with what you've got I have buddies my age who are hot, but try to say they're 39.....WTF - they look great, but let's just say that's been a ROUGH 39 years lol. There are still plenty of younger (AND older) guys not into me due to my age, but there are PLENTY that have no issue (thanks very much guys!! lol) I have younger guys hit me up way more than guys my own age do. They just start out with "hey Daddy" or something like that. I used to not make the first move with younger guys, but I don't hesistate now that I embraced the age difference. Now I'll just start right out offering up my Daddy load or ass depending on their position I also love getting down and sleazy with other hot daddies - tag teaming a twink or jock type is especially hot, but one on one with other hot dads is great too.

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!

Dr Mike – biohazard and healer – Part 1 – The First Office Visit *All of the other stories I have posted have been real life hook ups and connections. This story’s premise is based on real life, but it becomes fiction once I go to Dr Mike’s office as I never did get up the nerve to go.* It was my second summer living in DC and I had been poz for about a year. One of my bareback fuck buddies at the time was a guy who worked for a local non-profit group. Where I was fairly conservative in appearance, Nathan had a nose ring, tats, and sometimes a mowhawk when his head was not shaved, so we always made an unlikely looking pair when we went out. He had a nice dick and loved using his own spit or poz cum for lube when he fucked me and I took his cum every chance I could get. He was the first guy I met who was so open about his status and also got off on it and loved telling me how he was giving me his poz cum when he fucked me as he did not take any meds at all and even resisted getting treated for STDs as long as he could when he had had them. Nathan said he did not take meds because they were more toxic then the bug and he believed in alternative stuff, plus he wanted to make sure that every negative ass he fucked raw when they asked him to pull out would become infected as that turned him the fuck on. One of his tats around his belly button was a biohazard sign. This was 15 years ago so was a pretty out there thing at the time to be proudly displaying your HIV status and that you were a breeder on a mission. When we went to the leather bar or the park there was always one or two guys who knew what it meant, and then would look at me with a wink knowing I was getting his toxic loads. One day I met him at his office to grab a drink and started to rub his dick in the elevator. Nathan laughed and said, “I just cummed a short while ago, so am not really up for a quick one”. I asked, “Who did you fuck?”(we were not exclusive so just curious – voyeur in me). He said, “No one, my doctor sucked him off.” I was like what the fuck? OK, I needed to hear this story over drinks. There were a couple private practice doctors in town then that all of the guys who were poz seemed to go. Nathan went to one of them and told me this doctor – Doctor Mike - was a fucking freak and liked to suck him off every time he went to see him and the doctor did not care what was up, how sick he was, what he had or anything. The doctor had sucked him when he had gonorrhea and other stuff and even drank his piss once in his office. This doctor did not lecture about STDs or safe sex and would just hook him up with whatever antibiotics he needed. I couldn’t believe it, but asked if my friend fucked him too. Nathan told me no, the doctor was a top, but he had heard he fucked all his bottom patients that would let him and he only fucked raw, and that he supposedly had a really big dick. Nathan said he knew a couple bottoms who swore they got syphilis, gonorrhea and some other stuff from him too, and there was a rumor about a couple bottoms who had gone to him to be tested for HIV who were negative until after he fucked them. At this point Nathan laughed, gave me an evil smile, and said the doctor was just like him, a living biohazard, as were most of his patients as the waiting room was nothing but a pick up spot for raw fuckers who just swapped back and forth all the dirty seed they had. I did not have health insurance right then, so was going to a local clinic. Every visit seemed to be nothing but a lecture on safe sex, and god forbid if I asked to be tested to an STD. One time a staffer asked me if I had been fucked with a rubber, I said no and it was like I had killed a baby seal. So, I kept thinking about that doctor my friend told me about and told myself I was interested because he sounded cool, non-judgemental, and provided good care. But I was kidding myself, I had jerked off enough times fantasizing about him to know it was really because he was dangerous and I wanted to see if the rumors were true. A few months later I got a new job and 30 days after that my health insurance kicked in. I decided it was time to leave the clinic and find a primary care physician. I ended up going to a doctor who was considered ‘the best in town on HIV’, he had been on national TV, was handsome and part of a power-gay couple, well known in the community, and all that. But going to his office was like going to the prom. It was full of the young and ‘pretty A-list’ crowd, his staff was condescending and rude, there was a snack and soft drink bar, the office was decorated with fine art, and the doctor always seemed like he had more important things to be doing then being with a patient - me. I said fuck it, time to check out the nasty doctor, so I called Dr. Mike’s office and made an appointment for a late afternoon at the end of week. I must have jerked off three times the day before I saw him fantasizing about all the things Nathan had said. The doctor’s office was in the Northeast part of town in and older brick building. When I got to the office it was a total different scene than the other doctor’s. The office looked old, a bit worn down, and the crowd here looked older – and sick. There were a couple guys in the waiting room who looked gaunt and wasted and near death’s door. Almost all the rest looked like they had HIV or just looked like rough trade from the streets. I almost walked out, telling myself I am not one of them, but on the other hand, my friend said the guys who came here loved to fuck raw, so I was in. The staff at the desk, a middle-aged lady and an older guy, were very nice and polite, and as soon as I sat down a couple of the guys nodded at me, said hi, and made small talk. After filling out all the paperwork, I kept talking to a couple of the guys in the waiting room, and figured my friend was right. These were all guys willing to bareback in an instant and could tell a few seemed pretty well hung – woof! After about 10 minutes the older guy called me up to the desk and handed me a small cup and small brown bag, they needed a urine sample and he directed me the to restrooms just outside the door, down the hall to the left. I entered the door marked RESTROOMS and there was a small hallway with a men’s room on the right, ladies room on the left and a door marked JANITOR at the end. I opened the men’s room, stepped around the corner, and saw that one of the sicker looking guys was standing at one of the stalls. He was tall, thick, long, brownish hair, and had a scar on his right cheek. While I tried not stare at him, I could not help but stare at his dick as he stepped slightly back from the urinal. The thing was long, sort of skinny, with a nice head on it, and curved a bit to the left. He was stroking it hard, looked at me and said, “Do you want to suck me?” I was sort of disgusted and turned on at the same time, and asked him what if someone came in? “You can hear the outer door open so we got time to straighten up before someone comes in. Don’t worry, I’ll listen out,” he said as he kept stroking. I set the urine cup down by the sink, got down on my knees, totally forgetting I came in to piss, and started sucking his dick. His dick was already really slick from precum and spit and tasted pretty funky. I think he smoked as his spit was strong, but I sucked him hard and put my hands on his hips to steady myself. He was really thin and his hips were pretty bony and I paused a moment, realizing he must be full blown, but he had such a nice dick, I just pushed it further down my throat. After a couple minutes the guy started gripping my shoulders tighter and said “Swallow for me, swallow it all.” He then started shooting and I could barely swallow fast enough. The dude might have been sick but fuck he shot a huge load and his cum tasted rank and was real thick and heavy like he had not shot in days. He started humming a little as I kept sucking him until I had every drop. He stepped back, said, “Thanks, boy I needed that,” then left the bathroom. As I savored the taste of his poz load, I realized I had never sucked someone where the bug had totally taken over – is that why his load tasted so rank? Just thinking about it made me even a little harder and I remembered why I was in there and got up and grabbed the urine cup, went into a stall and had a wait a minute for my dick to come down a little in order to fill the cup. I washed my face off to make sure I had no cum drippings on my chin, but did not rinse out my mouth as I wanted to keep tasting his poz load as long as I could. I walked back into the doctor’s office and took the small brown bag with my urine sample up to the desk. The guy looked at me and said, “Did you find it all right?” I blushed a little, said yeah thanks, and turned to find a seat. I did not see the guy I just sucked off, but a couple of the others guys sort of smirked at me, so bet they knew and I blushed even more and sat back down. It was about 30 minutes later and I was the only patient left waiting. The older guy at the desk called me back up, then escorted me through a side door, down a hall that had several rooms with doors closed and set me in one of the exam rooms. He took my temperature, my blood pressure, weighed me, then said the doctor would be with me in a few minutes and left and closed the door. I started thinking about the guy I sucked off in the bathroom and started to get hard again and was adjusting myself when the door opened and the doctor walked in. Dr Mike was in his mid 40s I guess, about 5”11, 180, and fairly clean cut looking. He shook my hand (what a grip!), introduced himself, sat on one of those little metal rolling stools, rolled right up in front of me, then asked, “Apologies for making you wait, today was a little hectic with some last minute patients. So guy, what brings you in to see me?” Well I couldn’t tell him it was because my friend said he was a biohazard freak, so I went with the vanilla version of recently got insurance, tested poz last year, have been exploring treatment options, had seen this other doctor and was not comfortable there and a friend recommended him to me. “Who’s your friend?” Dr Mike asked. When I told him Nathan with the nose ring, he smiled and said “Oh yeah, Nathan has been a GOOD patient for a few years now,” as he sort of looked me up and down. “I know some of my colleagues have very strict opinions about certain things, but in my practice I am open to various forms of treatment and will always be honest with my patients. I also ask that you always be honest with me – help me to help you – feel free to ask me any question you want no matter how embarrassing it may seem, and I will take care of you.” Dr Mike asked me to undress down to my shorts and did a quick once over, listened to my heart, looked in my ears, asked me to open my mouth and say aaahhhh. “Now let’s chat a little about your heath and history, he said” Dr Mike asked me a series of questions and in that short few minutes had spent more time on me then the other doctor had in several visits and seemed to care about me as a patient. I was normally shy about that sort of stuff but answered all of his questions as honestly as I could. “Sorry, can you repeat the question please?” I asked, I must not have heard him right. “Do you top or bottom when you have anal intercourse?” Dr Mike asked again. “Bottom,” I said, and Dr. Mike smiled. “And when you have intercourse how often do you use protection, 100%, 50%, 25% of the time or never? And remember, I know your friend,” he said. “Humm, I…ah…well, I guess with my friend never, but with other people I don’t know, it varies I guess, but just mostly not when I am with him.” “So he cums inside you?” Dr Mike asked, and I swear he adjusted his crotch or was I imagining that. “Yeah, he cums in me,” I said as I looked down at the floor. Dr Mike responded, “Now there is nothing to be embarrassed about at all, remember what I said, and good for being honest with me. You know he is HIV positive right? He told you? Were you already positive?” I said, “Yes, but he told me after we fucked, we had been drinking.” Dr Mike smiled and asked, “Did you want him to wear a condom?” I told him, “I don’t know, no, I guess, not really, I just wanted to feel him inside me.” Dr Mike smiled again, made some more notes and kept going. “OK, so now, when was your last sexual activity?” he asked. OH SHIT, “Umm, I uh, Umm, I guess Nathan fucked me two nights ago,” I said. Dr Mike just looked at me with a stern glare, rolled his chair as close as he could, put his hands on my legs, and said again, “When was your last sexual activity?” I looked at the floor again, then him, his smile was gone, so I said, “Well, I sort of sucked a guy off in the bathroom down the hall earlier while I was waiting.” Dr Mike smiled wide and said, “Yeah that was Hank. Tall guy with the scar? I saw him right after that and he told me, like I said my patients are honest with me, just like you are being now and that’s the best for everyone. I also could also smell his cum on your breath when I checked your mouth.” Oh fuck, I was really embarrassed now, damn – but Dr. Mike just patted my leg, smiled, pushed his chair back, “Ok, now get up on the table here for me and take your shorts off.” I was too embarrassed to be turned on at this point or think about what Nathan said, so got naked and got up on the table. The room was pretty warm so my ass immediately made sticking noises on the vinyl as I got myself situated. Dr Mike rolled a small table to the side of the exam table and started to gently touch me all over my body. Usually doctors put on rubber gloves, which made me feel like even more of a pariah once I tested, but Dr Mike did not, he just slowly prodded and rubbed up and down my body. “Some people with HIV develop lumps in their lymph system, so I am checking to see how healthy you are. Looks good so far. Have you ever had any STDs? Syphilis, gonorrhea, herpes? No? Hmmm…,” Dr Mike then stepped to the counter, made a few notes and came back to me. Dr. Mike then started feeling around my crotch area, under my balls, carefully weighing each one in his hand, and then squeezed first one, the other, than both slightly. I moaned a little, he looked at me, smiled, then lifted my dick. “I see you are uncut,” as he rolled the skin back and forth several times and examined my dick. Dr Mike then said, “Please rollover,” which I did as he began running his hands and fingers up and down my back side and legs. When he got to my ass he spread my cheeks apart, ran his fingers up and down my crack, tickled the edge of my hole a little and I moaned loud that time. He seemed to pause, finished checking me, then said, “OK, now I need to check your prostate, so please get up, and bend over the end of the exam table.” As I did he sat back on his rolling stool and scooted the little table with him so that he was behind me. I bent over the edge of the table and Dr Mike said, “Now lay as flat as you can on the table, that’s it, I’m just going to use my finger and make sure everything is ok.” I soon felt his finger pushing at my hole and slide in. He was not wearing gloves, so the heat from his finger, skin on skin, made me moan again before I realized it, but damn it felt good. Dr. Mike worked his finger around inside my ass and as he did my dick started to grow. I couldn’t stop it and reached down to try to hide it. “NO, that’s OK, that’s normal for any patient, but especially one who enjoys being a bottom with anal intercourse,” Dr Mike said as he then pulled his finger out of my ass and said, OK, now hop back up on the table for me”. DAMN! I was so horny and slowly stood back up. Dr Mike scooted his chair back around in front of me and his face was almost level with my still hard dick. I tried to hide it a little by crossing my arms as he said, “I think you are in great health, and we will know more once I get all of your blood work back. While many of my colleagues suggest starting a treatment regimen right away, I do not believe that is necessary if you are still healthy and even then, like I said, there are various treatment programs.” My dick was still hard and ass was twitching, so I was having a hard time focusing but told him I understood. “Do you have any questions?” Dr Mike asked. “I have heard you can get reinfected from having sex without a condom, is that right?” I asked. “No,” Dr Mike said as he smiled, “You cannot get HIV squared so to speak. However, there is HIV-1 and HIV-2. HIV-1 is the most common and HIV-2 is rare and mostly found in West Africa. Some research shows you can pick up new strains, strains that are more intense, more virulent, more resistant, and your body may accept them or not, but if it does, it may develop its own new strain even more powerful than what you were given.” As he said that his eyes got very intense and he adjusted himself again. “I have looked at the labs from your previous bloodwork and you have a very common and what I would consider a mild strain.” Dr Mike then looked at my dick, up at me, and said, “I have one more test I want to conduct before you leave if that is OK. Is that OK?” I said, “Yes, I am happy to do whatever you want” Those must have been the magic words. “OK, now lay on your back again, here let me lower the table just a little, now scoot down all the way to the end but keep your feet on the table,” Dr Mike said as he stood up and went to the end. As I scooted down he lubed up a couple fingers this time then said, “Now lay back, spread your legs, I want to test your prostate again.” I was not sure what was going on, but did as Dr Mike asked and soon had two of his fingers wriggling around in my ass. My dick was streaming precum onto my stomach and I had all I could do not to start jerking off. I did start to moan, not realizing I was when I looked up and saw Dr Mike had a huge smile on his face now and when our eyes met he started fingering my ass faster and harder. Dr Mike then spread my legs apart more, leaned forwarded, and with his fingers still jamming my ass, he took his other hand, pulled my dick back towards him and started sucking me. OH CHRIST! That felt so good and my dick started swelling even more as his mouth work up and down my shaft as his fingers fucked my hole. I started to tremble and shake and moan and the cum started burning down my shaft as I shot into Dr Mike’s mouth. As I shot, he fingered me harder and harder until the last drop was out and my body ached from how hard I cummed. I always shot hard and far, and that one was an intense orgasm. I lay on the exam table panting, as Dr Mike stepped around, bent over my face and kissed me. As Dr Mike’s mouth covered mine and I opened up he spit some of my own cum back into my mouth! I had never had that happen before but swallowed and started swishing my tongue around his mouth looking for more. Dr Mike pulled away, wiped his mouth, his hands, then sat back down on his stool. “Go ahead and get dressed.” Once I was dressed Dr Mike stood up, got real close to me and said, “I hope you enjoyed that. Now what just happened here is between us, alright? You can tell Nathan, but no one else understand? Good.” As he kept talking Dr Mike grabbed my hand and guided it down to his dick. His dick ran down his right pant leg and was huge – oh my fucking god he was big – and HARD!! He continued, “Now, you caught me at the end of the day and I have already shot a couple loads today into a few holes that needed to be rejuiced, but want you to know you got me hard, and I do want to fuck you, do you want me to fuck you?” I just shook my head. “My cum is more toxic than you can imagine,” he said in almost a whisper as he leaned in even closer, “and I am going to give it to you. Don’t get me wrong, I breed every ass I can with my toxic cum, but I especially like boys like you who have mild strains of HIV and I can’t wait to unload in your ass. I will take care of you, so who better to fuck you raw than your doctor? I also have some other ‘treatment programs’ for you, but you did the first one already.” “What was that?” I asked. “You sucked off Hank, that big dick of his has some raw herpes sores on it,” Dr Mike said, “That’s why he likes getting sucked off in that bathroom because the light is not good and guys don’t see. But I know, I know, and now we got you marked with his herpes dick and cum, so I will take care of you and have made a note in my charts.” “I am not going to jerk off all weekend, so I think you need to come see me Monday morning and we can discuss the next step in your treatment plan,” Dr Mike said. “But isn’t your office closed on Mondays?” I asked. “Yes, but I will be here – for you,” Dr Mike said, “And Monday will be the next step in your treatment program.” As I left Dr Mike’s office that day, his words kept ringing in my ears, “My cum is more toxic than you can imagine,” and I could not wait to let him take care of me. Stay tuned for Dr Mike – Part 2 – My First Treatment Dr Mike – Part 2 – My First Treatment

Not the least bit surprised that you've "become very good at top fisting." What surprises me more is total Tops or total Dom/Tops who are very good at fisting. Not knowing first hand how it feels or what the bottom is feeling, yet still being able to connect, is pretty remarkable to me. What i wonder is how it affects you or what you are feeling as a top fister? On an internal, emotional level, i don't make much distinction between topping with a fist or a cock. I.e., for me, it is the emotional/mental disposition behind wanting to penetrate, and for me 'possess,' another guy that is behind the act that really pulls me in.

Agreed love being scull fucked , being choked along with the tops cock slamming my brains out is a big plus

Piss play is considered one of the safer kinks, as well as one of the hottest. In 2016, I joined a piss club in Chicago just to experience it. I took my future husband on my third visit, and got so drunk that I raped him at the bar. He loved it, and we both went to events as that year progressed. Since he died, I go a lot less often. It's something about the bonding experience between men when you consume each other's fluids. This is one sexually charged activity that will NOT get you pozzed if you are not looking for that. You can, however, get other bugs from the urine. For those who are trying it for the first time, some tips: 1. You don't have to swallow if you are not ready, especially if it's your first time at a piss party. For some men, just wearing another man's piss is a badge of honour. It gets your feet wet, so to speak. Most guys are okay with this. 2. If you're going to piss in another guy's mouth, be sure you didn't eat something strong like asparagus or garlic. Be aware that you can also be salty if you ate some peanuts recently. However, strawberries can make it quite fragrant in a good way. 3. Don't wear sneakers or your "good shoes" to such an event. They'll be ruined and you'll never get that smell out of them. Flip flops or shower sandals will do. Or go barefoot! Just be sure there are no cuts or open wounds on your feet. 4. If you are pee shy, go to the event anyway and tank up on the water or beer. You'll pee out of necessity eventually, and going to piss parties will help you get over that. 5. It's a good idea to bring SaniWipes or something to wipe yourself off afterwards. You don't want to smell like a homeless person on the bus ride home or whatever. You might get off on it, but it will repel others and invite some unkind remarks. For a couple decent erotic piss stories, I recommend buying the book "Soaked" by Joseph Bean.

Administrative job at the court of justice.

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sharing is fucking caring .. and it's fucking hot! 😆

I love to be facefucked.

I have low-hangers. Sometimes it's fun, sometimes it isn't. First, I love to play with them and others do too. If I'm getting fucked doggy-style, they swing freely and feel awesome. The downsides suck, though. They're loose and hard to trim. Forget about shaving. I have sat on them 4-5 times and it hurts like a son-of-a-bitch. It's worse when you're in public and people stare at you when you yelp. I learned tight underwear helps with this. If you get fucked on your back, there's a slight chance one will drop in the way and get caught in the pounding. Total mood killer. It's human nature to want what you don't have, I guess. Sometimes I wish I had a nice, compact scrotum and didn't have to deal with the downsides. I hear plenty of guys say they wish theirs hung lower, so I guess I'm lucky and I should be happy with what I have.

Similar to another comment, I think I've been to that dark room as well. It was my first time at that particular sauna, first time tentatively trying out the dark room and someone tried to put a condom on my cock... and twanged the fucking thing on my cock shaft as they stretched it on. Really fucking painful. I don't know about etiquette, but there was something quite presumptuous about it - that I wanted to fuck, that I wanted to fuck him, that I wanted to wear a condom and, most importantly, that they had skilled enough hands to put a condom on effortlessly in the dark.

If i'm bent over in a dark room (or a room in an ABS, or anywhere for that matter) then it means your cock is welcome in my ass and hopefully you will unload in me too. I don't need to see you ... it's all about cocks in holes there.

My pussy is so sore today after the beating it took the past couple of days. I just fucking love this feeling!!!

the whole point of the darkeroom is anonymity and sex. if you are worried about condoms dont go in. keep the lights out. thats the fun of it. not having a clue who is seeding you but being able to feel and hear them. thats hot to me. if you are in a darkroom, assume everyone is going to be fucking bare because they are. thats the point

Being black, and if they are into black, not being a thug. Although I have learned that time, a little extra weight and/or status tend to make people a little more open to racists. I’ve have several daddies I was totally into but wouldn’t give me, or any other black guy, the time of day. 15 years later (and some 40 lbs later) I delight in turning them down.

Okay, So I basically posted this in another thread earlier, but it applies here, too. I'll go into more detail here, though. I was 18 when I took my first anonymous load. Also, It was my first time doing anything with anyone. I had just moved into the dorms at college for my freshman year and decided I would explore and see what there was to do around campus. After methodically working my way back and forth, up and down the streets on the north end of campus, I came to a building that looked interesting. It was a club called the Carousel, and was 18 and up. "Great!" I thought, and I paid my $2-3 (or whatever the cover was) and went inside. Turns out, it was a gay bar that was pretty much legendary in town, but I was new and had no idea until I walked inside. I followed a crowd up a double spiral staircase, watched my first drag show, and went back downstairs during intermission to see if I could talk someone into sneaking me a drink. That's when he found me. I got a tap on the shoulder and turned around to find a really hot frat-type guy (probably a junior of senior, not sure). He said he saw the big "X" on my hand and said if I wanted some booze, his apartment was just a couple of blocks away. I didn't even know his name, but I said "Sure!" Honestly, I was so naive and sheltered growing up that I didn't even have thoughts of something like this going down an hour earlier. I was already somewhat confused as to where I was except for knowing the general direction of my dorm, but still, I followed him out the door, down a couple of streets and through an alley to the back door of an old Victorian that had been cut up into apartments. We climbed a flight of stairs and went inside his apartment, then he went to the fridge and he grabbed us a couple of beers. We sat on the sofa and talked about nothing, but he caught me looking at his bulge. He looked at me and asked "you want to see it?" I don't think I made a sound, but I remember nodding. He stood up, unbuckled his belt and dropped his shorts and boxers to the ground. It was the first time I had seen a hard dick other than my own. It was perfect. He sat back down next to me and said I could touch it if I wanted... I didn't even have to think, I just reached over and started slowly jacking him. He wasn't huge, probably about like mine.... 6 1/2 or 7 inches, medium thickness, cut... pretty average, I guess, but I was in heaven. Thats when he slid his hand down the back of my shorts. I knew he was trying to reach my asshole, so I shifted to give him better access. As soon as his finger touched my pucker, I knew what I wanted. As I said earlier, the thought of hooking up that night hadn't even entered my mind. If it had, I probably would have bought some condoms. I think he knew I was unprepared, because he asked me if I had one. When I told him I didn't, he said "Damn. All I have is lube." He just kept fingering my hole for a few minutes while I jacked him, knowing he was turning me on. Eventually, he pulled is fingers out of my ass and looked me right in the eyes. When he asked if he could fuck me raw, I said that was fine. After we had been fucking for a while, he asked if I wanted him to pull out. I told him I wanted his cum in virgin ass. That did the trick. I had told him I was inexperienced because I was too embarrassed to tell him I was a virgin. When he realized what I was saying, that he was taking my virginity bare, he unleashed the biggest load I've ever had. I never knew getting bred could be so hot until that night. Honestly, I had never even considered going bare before, because in every other aspect of my life, I avoid risk. Eventually, I found by way back to my dorm with a huge smile on my face and a leaky ass full of his anonymous load. I never knew his name, I never saw him at the club again, and as hard as I tried, I could never figure out exactly which house was his.

My partner knows I bareback other guys as I’ve involved him every step of the way in my getting PrEP, first on the internet when it was a very new thing, later on a clinical trial, now just regular prescription through my doctor. I explained to my partner, who knew I was going to bathhouses at home and overseas on business, that guys were using condoms less and that you couldn’t trust them not to take them off during sex. My partner actually parcels out my Truvada into a pillbox for the week and brings me my pill with a cup of tea each morning. He also knows - I tell him - when I get STIs and have to have injections, a pill or courses of pills. On the other hand my partner doesn’t know the extent of my raw fucking. When I first went on PrEP I naively thought I would continue using condoms. My partner probably thinks I still do, perhaps. He doesn’t know what a cum slut I have become or the extent of my barebacking.

Men are meant to bond like this, where the born breeder injects his manly sacred seed into the sanctum of the bttm, using the cock to inject the seed the balls produce. Our tits serve our primary mating organs.

Damn what a great topic and comments. My tits/nipples have always been hot-wired since childhood. First to my cock when I was a top. Then in later years when I realized my true purpose is as a bottom to take cocks, they are the keys to my hole. Whoever works my tits puts me into pigheat, so hungry to be fucked and bred. The best is when a Top has wired nips too and we work each other in a fuck frenzy. Mine love clamps. Favorite way to be fucked and bred is doggy style while swinging weighted alligator clamps - the hard you fuck, the better they bite, swing and pull. That's hog heaven. Oink!!

Wish I could use your beautiful ass meat and make it swell huge, the better it would milk me and the better it would absorb my DNA juice into your body.

Unfortunately I don’t have any brothers but I wish. Nevertheless, on of my regular fuckbuddies (with whom I have the closest relationship) is 16 years younger. We have a role play in the civil life (not during sex), but we don’t play we are daddy and son but we’re brothers. And damn it’s working and made me extremely horny when I whisper into his ears that he is my younger brother.

Part of the joy of AIDS is to feel it change you. On one hand you have this power like a God because you can change a person's life with your cum but on the other hand you're a slave to this alien virus that's now part of you. You can feel the ultimate destruction and pleasure as you have complete freedom to release your inner darkest desires and have the type of sex that would make a Treasure Island Media pig blush but it's not enough. It's never enough. You need to go deeper and more twisted. You now know that you can't have pleasure without pain. The best apples are always the ones out of reach and now AIDS have given you a ladder to reach everyone. Why do I Stealth? Because a cute innocent neg lad has so much potential and I love being part of that destruction and seeing evil take hold of them. Sorry willing sluts but sometimes I love seeing the fight from a guy as he battles his conscious but ultimately sleaze always wins.

Dad’s Basement Part Twenty-Seven I watched Dad back up, giving the cameraman room to get in front of me to get more of my gang bang on film. I watched him slowly stroke his cock about six feet away. The hard cock inside me continued to pounded my sloppy hole, which was making a lot of noise as he pulled and pushed in and out of it. I could feel cum running down my balls, and I was sure that it was dripping off. “We need a clean up” someone said. “On it” Garrett responded. The man up my hole slid all the way in, as I felt a tongue running up my hard cock heading towards my balls. It licked all around my ball sac, cleaning it of the poz cum that had leaked out my hole. Once my balls were clean, he moved towards my hole. I felt his tongue lick around my puffy hole. I knew he was hitting the cock inside of me because the man was moaning. “Pull out just a bit, wanna lick that shaft too.” The man slowly pulled back, until just his head was inside me. Garrett’s tongue hit my hole Some as he lick the man's cock shaft. “All clean, now fuck that pussy, it's time for the full blown members to get at that hole” The man rammed his cock into my hole. Pumping me hard and deep with each thrust. His fingernails were digging into my hips as is cock slammed my hole. Dad was still stroking his cock, but was not watching me get fucked. He was staring at the camera man’s ass who was slightly bent over in front of me capturing the cock in my hole. The man slammed in, grunting as his cock pulsed in my hole adding his cum to the loads in me. He pulled out and someone pushed in. “Gonna fuck the first AIDS load of the night in you” It was Garrett, he had his uncut cock deep in me. He reached up and pulled my hair, forcing my head back. I was struggling to keep my eyes on Dad. The camera man had moved in even closer, his cock was stabbing me in the throat, just under my chin. His lower abs and crotch was in my face, just slightly away from touching me. His arms were stretched over my back camera in hand filming Garrett’s AIDS cock fucking my hole. I saw two hands grab his hips, holding him. Then he thrust forward pushing his cock into my throat. Someone had slid their cock into his hole and was fucking him. “Fuck him Drew” Garrett said. Dad was fucking the camera man, who was struggling to keep his camera focused on my ass and keeping his balance. His cock was leaking pre-cum on my throat. “Deposit an AIDS load in my son’s ass” Dad said to Garrett. “He's about to get it, gonna slick it up for the next AIDS babies to come” He started to pull out and slammed back in, driving his cock deep in me. His balls slapped against me with every thrust in. I worked my hole the best I could around his cock. He was growling loudly. “Give me that deadly AIDS load!” I yelled. “Here it comes” Garrett said slamming his cock deep in me. I pushed back into his body, squeezing my hole around his pulsing cock. “Milk it pussy boy” Garrett said “Got another AIDS load for you boy” someone said behind me “Gonna add my death too” another man said Garrett pulled out and immediately another cock slid into my hole, balls deep with one thrust. “Is that an AIDS cock” I asked “Fuck yeah, gonna fuck you hard and rough with my death stick” The man grabbed my hips and started to punch fuck me, pulling his cock all the way out and driving it all the way back in. I pushed my hole out, opening it up to the hard thrusts. “Look at the cum flow out that pussy” someone yelled. “That cameraman is getting covered in cum,” another man said. “His mouth is open and feeding on it.” The man fucking my hole was grunting hard as he rammed his cock in. He slapped my ass as he pushed in me deep. I could feel the bench move forward with his thrusts. “Someone keep him from moving forward.” Garrett and another man moved and stood at my shoulders. Each one’s hip was pressing against my shoulder holding me as I was fucked hard. The camera man pulled off Dad’s hard cock and moved in to get this deadly fuck on video. “Use that pussy hard Gene” someone said “Gonna shoot soon, can't hold it anymore” Gene said, panting hard. He rammed in balls deep and began shooting is load in my hole. “Giving you AIDS fucker!” He shook as he shot is load. He slowly pulled out. Leaving my hole empty. He moved around to my head, that's when I saw him. He was so skinny. His checks on his face sunk inwards, his body was completely devoid of any fat. His eyes looked empty, as if death had already set in, they were dark, almost jet black in color. I think he was close to death physically. As another cock slid into my hole, he rubbed my head. “Thank you boy, it was good to past on my death before death takes me” I just smiled and grunted as my hole was being fucked. I lost sight of Dad, maybe he was back in line to fuck me again. I knew I had to get a load from each man, but wasn't sure if once they all shot in me, if they could fuck me again. A new cock slid into my hole. My leg and arm muscles were getting sore from being in the same position and that ache was more than my hole. I had lost track of the cocks that had been up my hole. I didn't know how long I had been on the fuck bench. I did know the camera men had switched out memory cards a couple of times during the fucking. I would have given anything to be able to see what was happening behind me, if the men were just jacking their cocks waiting for their turn, or if they were sucking and fucking one another, but saving their loads for my hole.