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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I have the doubleheaded,nothing like opening your second hole.

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

Oh beautiful,. Id love to have them slapping against my arse....

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

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

the 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

Ok boys this is my edited copy so the grammar and spelling should be much better. Sorry about the format I have yet to figure it out. Any ideas? Email me. Thanks.

I wish I could read it. For me it a dark background with black letters making it hard to read.

Last nite in an alley out in public at 10pm by a hot Latino guy in East LA wit a big dick about 9 in half that I had just met on Grindr he leaned me against some boxes behind a trash can . Then a gurl I Kno cuz I went to school with her , her name's Yolanda was passing by with a stroller and her baby . She saw me getting dicked down and she was like dam and turned the stroller the other way and watched us . Was pretty hot having her watch me getting fucked , she was also getting turned on .

On more times than I'd like to remember. Seems to be I'm too old for those that want daddies, or not old enough; I'm too fat for those that don't like chubs but not fat enough for the chub chasers; I'm too short for those that want a tall man, but too tall for those that prefer them short; I'm too grey for those that like dark hair, but not grey enough for those that like silver hair and I'm too poz for those that prefer their men 'clean' but not poz enough for the chasers. Apart from that, I stay hopeful but appear to be becoming a born-again virgin as I get older.

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

So far so good ....

Part 7...... So, I got home, so many thoughts in my head, what a Fuckin night, what was going on??...How had I allowed so many men to just fuck me?? I was a straight, Pussy loving jock, what had I turned into?, but again I was rock hard and thinking of my Dad in that sling, taking so many cocks up his arse and what about the brown bottles that had weakened my decision making, to letting me bend over? What about Dad, was that him in the darkroom at the side of me? Kissing and holding me? Fingering and licking me??Surely he would not get other men to fuck me?, How would I bring it up with him, maybe he will? Just then Dad came in and said want breakfast Stevie?, no mention of anything, no different, small talk, nothing different at all, except I was rock hard, said he was going to work, he just opened an email said Will was coming over in a few days, Will was Dads brother, tall, hairy, blond hair ginger chest hair he was also an ex rugby player, both my Dad and uncle Will was brilliant Rugby players in the past as was Grandad John, I digress, Dad said Uncle Will staying a few days which confused me as he did not live far away, apparently him and my cousin Robbie who was my age, was needing building work on their home and had no water for a week, so Dad said they could stay, would you mind sharing with Robbie, Stevie, you have a big bed, I mumbled yeah ok.... A few days had gone by; nothing mentioned by Dad about the club, last week, I presumed he did not know about me and it was not him in the Darkroom with me, although the bloke was familiar, anyway, I had tried getting some of the brown bottle stuff to no avail. I was sorting some drawers out for cousin Robbies things in my room at Dads request and came across both my missing black and my white Jockstraps, which was torn of me in the Darkroom,and dad had had the white one on when he was in the sling getting fucked. WTF is going on?? OMG, are these also polaroids of me getting sucked, it looks like that place I was in the other week?? DAD DID KNOW!!!! I went to find him, but at that time,Uncle Will pulled up in his truck and he brought in a few bottles of booze as well. He looked so handsome, jeans, showing a bulge, Polo shirt, he looked awesome. I was still shocked about my findings earlier, I asked where Robbie was? Uncle Will said, he was staying with Grandad and they would both be here later. Dad started pouring the drinks out, and said son you can have one as well to get things warmed up. I was further shocked when Dad went to his brother and gave a hard squeeze of his cock in his pants!! Uncle Will unzipped and pulled out his hairy thick cock. Dad motioned for me to come over to Will and pushed my head down hard to start sucking on my uncles cock. I still have no thought to what was happening, the Jockstraps, the photos, my uncle, my Dad, all this??? I could barely fit uncles cock in my mouth. Uncle grabbed the brown bottle out of his pocket and opened it up, he took a good sniff and gave it to my dad and he also took a whif . He said Steve you like this, I was there in the Sauna and Darkroom with you, side by side we were getting fucked!!!! It was Uncle Will not Dad in there with me. Dad said go ahead Steve, I know it was you all along, The ABS, The Restroom,the helmet, Fucking me after the wedding, btw Uncle filmed that from the wardrobe cameras, I know it all Son. I was playing along. WTF!!!!! I took a whif and they held my nose on one side and then did the other side. I was hot and bending automatically over, what the fuck, and my head was so fucking spinning, Uncle said suck on that cock. I went down on it and wanted his cock now. I was like a slut sucking on his thick meat,then my dad stood next to me and pulled his cock out for me to suck, I was sucking both of them, My Dad, his brother, My Uncle. They were kissing each other and rubbing their hairy chests and pulling on each others nipples and pushing my head back and forth and trying to get both cocks in my mouth. Finally, Uncle said, to my Dad I want to fuck your son, Dad said sure Will, just flip him over and fuck his tight ass. They laid me across the table and dad told me to take another hit of poppers, He lubed up my ass with his tonque while I was sucking my uncle. I was like Dad, pass me the brown bottle, I felt so fucking horny, and with that Uncle Will plunged his dick fully into my ass and buried it deep inside me, OMG, Will told me he had fucked me 3 times that night in the Darkroom and he watched me fuck my own father earlier. Dad was fucking my face and he took another hit off the brown bottle and Uncle pounded my ass so fast, I was being jerked forward, banging my hips on the table, He was telling me what a dirty fucker I was that night, whilst his dick going in and out of my hole. I felt him change pace, he was shooting his load deep in my arse when he did, Dad shot his load across my mouth and splattered onto my chest as well. Then,Dad rubbed it over me and in my mouth, uncle kissed me and Dad licked Uncles cum out of my arse, I heard a noise, Grandad was there with Robbie in the doorway, I did not know what to do or say???. Dad and Uncle Will just looked away from me very sheepishly, as though they were naughty boys, as I was dripping Cum from my mouth and arse. Grandad, bellowed at both his sons angrily, I told you to wait!!!! He reached for his zipper and told Robbie to strip and bend over me....

CHAPTER FIVE Through the eyes of Scotty: Dad, Dad, Dad I say for the third time while gently nudging my father to wake up. He’s slept in, finally I get his attention, through his sleepy eyes he looks at me and smiles. Dad you slept in, we have an appointment at the clinic in 45 minutes. The smile grows on his face as he peels the sheets back revealing his massive hard tool, now bouncing as he walks to the bathroom to get ready to take me. While in the car on the way dad asks if I’m nervous, my reply came so easily to me, absolutely not I said to my Dad. I’m so excited for a positive result dad, you have no idea. Dad I’ve been watching Treasure Island Media porn and other kinky bareback porn for many years now, I want nothing more than to be an absolutely perverted, dirty, kinky little poz hole for random seed and Dad you and I will make an amazing raw poz power couple, well that’s what I’m hopeful of Dad. I glanced over at my Dad while he was driving to try and gauge his reaction to what I said. He didn’t reply, but looked to have drifted off for a moment and a delicious smirk started to creep across his face. I knew that was a positive reaction and wondered in that moment what was going through his devious mind. With a little luck it wouldn't take long to find out. I decided to up the ante and asked dad if we would go to a sex club to celebrate tonight if I tested positive. He didn’t hesitate and replied fuck yes son, I’d love to take you, BUT we’d better have a positive outcome, here we go son, we’re here. I jumped out of the car, all excited, ran to dad and cuddled and kissed him in the carpark, saying let’s do this. We walked into the Men’s Sexual Health clinic and waited to be called. I glanced around the room and there were some really hot guys there, Dad noticed me and smiled, tweaking one of my nipples right there in the waiting room. We both laughed so hard. Finally I was called in for my appointment, with Dad waiting in the waiting room. I entered the Doctors room to be greeted by Simon, the Doctor, perhaps in his late 20’s, really handsome, athletic and a real wicked smile. He asked why I was there and after explaining I wanted a HIV test he started to get the testing materials ready. While doing that he asked about my sexual history and said that I should be honest with him, knowing this was my first appointment at the clinic and perhaps not aware that I could be completely upfront in this environment. I explained that I’d had one sexual partner and had recently started to have receptive anal sex with him, bareback and that he’d informed me of his HIV positive status after I’d already taken his cum inside me. Simon asked if I was upset that my Top hadn’t told me about his status before we engaged in sexual intercourse and I said hell no. I explained I love watching bareback porn and knew the risks, but was too turned on by raw fucking and cum that I’d already decided to have sex without condoms and accept that eventually I’d become infected. I noticed Simon’s pants tent as he was preparing the test for me. Sharp sting was the next thing I heard as Simon stated to draw some blood. Walking back to the desk, doing what he needed to do then saying he should have my result shortly and asked if I arrived with anyone for support. I told him my Dad had driven me here and that he knew the purpose of my visit to the clinic. Oh, that’s amazing Simon said. With a smirk on his face, then he looked me directly in the eye and asked if the person that fucked HIV positive cum into me was my father. I froze, I didn’t know how to respond, knowing he’d already told me to be brutally honest I simply said yes, but asked how he knew. He laughed saying look out the window, I have a perfect view of the carpark and saw you kiss and embrace the guy you arrived with and you just said you’re here with your Dad. It was easy to piece that together Scotty. Simon then started to ask some probing questions to ensure I’m being raised in a healthy environment and wasn’t being taken advantage of. He asked when I started having sex with my father and I said on my 18th birthday, so I was already an adult and participated willingly, telling Simon I’d been raised in a loving environment and was never taken advantage of. Simon then said he had the result ready and asked if I wanted my father to be in the room when I was given the result. I didn’t hesitate and said yes please, if that’s okay with you. Through the eyes of Dean: Sir could you head to room 4, I heard the receptionist say. I knocked on the door, then entered seeing Scotty sitting there with an adorable looking doctor. Hi I’m Simon the Dr said extending his had to shake mine. Scotty here has asked that you be in the room for support when he receives his test result. Okay I said, with butterflies in my stomach. Simon went on to say that regardless of the outcome of this test that I should be supportive of Scotty, having not known what they had been talking about this all seemed like normal conversation to me. That was until the Doctor swivelled around on his chair, with the front of his pants open and a delicious 8 inch hard cock drooling precum. Scotty looked at me with excitement, as the Dr stood up removing his overcoat as he walked to the door, locking it. As Simon turned around and now with his overcoat removed we had a perfect view of his biohazard tattoo just above his drooling cock. Scotty, Simon said, it’s with great pleasure I tell you that you’ve tested positive for HIV and given that you only started taking poz cum a little under three weeks ago your Dad here has done an excellent job. I sat there, rock hard listening to Simon talk while realising exactly how much they had been talking about before I entered the exam room. I took the Doctors lead and stated getting undressed, quickly followed by Scotty. All three of us naked now, Simon walked towards me and roughly pushed me on the exam table, bent over with my ass ripe for the taking. Scotty got behind me and started to eat my ass, then while rubbing his drooling cock against my wet hole he said this is it dad, I’m allowed to fuck you now that I’m poz, that’s what you said. I didn’t hesitate and told Scotty to ram his cock in me and breed my tight hole. To my surprise Scotty fucked me so hard, he was an amazing top, at one point I hear Simon moaning, egging Scotty on to fuck me harder, and adding there was a decent amount of blood on Scotty’s cock as he was sliding in and out of my wet hole. Scotty’s thrusting started to slow and I thought he had cum inside me, but no, he slowed to allow Simon to slide his cock inside him. Here I was, my bleeding poz hole wrapped around my sons poz cock while he was getting fucked by his poz Doctor. It was fucking amazing and I started to cum without even touching my cock, shooting my poisonous cum on the exam bed. My ass muscles clamped down on Scotty’s cock as I came, triggering Scotty’s orgasm. He it goes Dad, take my Poz load, take my dirty devil seed. Get used to it Dad he said as I felt his cock expand in my hole, pumping his toxic load deep in my guts. Simon was now pounding Scotty’s hole pretty hard, I pulled myself of Scotty’s cock and allowed him to steady himself on the exam table as Simon pounded his hole. I started to scoop my poz cum off the exam table and moved behind Simon and started fingering my charged load in to his ass as he fucked by boy, it wasn’t long before he grabbed Scotty’s hips, pulling him closer so he was fully impaled on his cock and grunting as he shot his toxic load into my son. It was so fucking hot. We started to gather ourselves and while getting dressed discussed meeting up again and exchanging numbers. Simon informed us that he holds monthly orgies, with all guys either being poz or chasing. Without hesitating for a second Scotty said we’re in, we’re coming to all of them. Before leaving Simon asked what we had planned for the rest of the day and I said we’re heading to see a mate of mine that owns a tattoo parlour to get Scotty his first tattoo, a biohazard symbol of course and then heading to Club 80 tonight to give and take heaps of loads. I told Simon he’s welcome to join us and he said he might just do that.

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

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.

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.

My new Pastor: The door to the confessional slowly opened, and the father came out, fully robed in black, with just his cock sticking out. He had a white collar around his neck, along with a long rainbow-colored scarf. He instructed me that I must first be baptized into the church, and led me to his bathroom, which he referred to as the baptismal pool. He instructed me to lay in the tub, and receive my first baptism. He began slowly by pissing all over my body. He then instructed me to open my mouth and accept his holy wine. I greedily drank his piss, without spilling a drop. With that he informed me that I was now part of the church, and that a celebration would commence. He then toweled me off and led me to the kneeling bench which was next to the still covered alter. He instructed me to kneel across the alter with my ass high in the air, which I obliged. Reaching under the covered alter, he removed a chalice with a liquid in it. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I was instructed to drink heartily from it. I have never done drugs before, but this drink was apparently highly laced with something, as I felt a totally new experience. My mind was racing and I was as horny as fuck. All inhibitions were set aside. Once I finished the rather large chalice, I was told I would now receive his blessing which would bring me into his church for the rest of my life. My hands were tied with his rainbow-colored scarf, and my hole was prepared for entry. His fingers slowly stretched my quivering ass, scratching my cunt until it was bleeding. I know it was bleeding as the Father removed them from me, and made me suck them clean. After doing so, I felt some sharp chards being inserted up my ass. I dared to ask Father what it was, and he simply said communion wafers. I thanked him. The Father asked me if I was ready to join the Brotherhood and I replied yes! He teased my ass with his cock just sticking his cock in and making me beg for his holy post. Very unexpectedly, he drove hard in me balls to the wall. As he was pounding me, he was chanting, and just before he blew his seed deep in me, he asked if I was ready to receive the blessings of the Father. As I replied yes, he shot deep into my ass.

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.

Dad’s Basement Part Twenty Six I felt a cock head push against my hole. The men around cheered as it pushed my hole open and popped inside. I felt the head move in deeper, as my hole slide down the shaft of the hard cock. The shaft plunged into my hole until the I could feel the man pressed up against my ass. He slowly pulled out until the head of his cock was pulling at the inside of my hole. He paused then slowly pushed back in. He continued to slowly move his cock in and out of my hole. “Stop fucking teasing him and your cock, fuck him. We want his hole” someone said impatiently. The man laughed and then drove his cock into my hole hard. He grabbed my hips and then started to fuck my hole. He was fucking me hard and fast. His balls were hitting my ass as he pounded his cock in me. His cock was getting harder as he pumped my hole. He drove all the way in and then pressed against me. I could feel his cock twitch inside. I was getting my first load of poz cum, the first of thirty loads. I moaned but it was muffled by my Dad’s jock in my mouth. I sucked on it, tasting his sweat and piss as the cock in me pulled out. It was quickly replaced by another one. This one slammed into my hole with a brute force. I grunted as he got all the way in. This man was in a hurry, he grabbed my hips and started to quickly fuck my ass. I could hear him groaning and already breathing heavily, he wasn't going to last long, which was a disappointment, but I still had twenty eight more cocks to go. He pounded my hole with short strokes until he slammed in and shot his load. “Quick trigger tonight Jason” “Been holding that in for a couple of weeks” He pulled out of me, but I wasn't empty long. A new cock slid into my hole filling me up. This one was thicker then the first two. It hit the back of my hole quickly. I could feel the muscles of my hole stretching open. There was no pain just pleasure. He pulled out and plunged back in, driving deep, until his balls pressed against my ass. “His cock is going to stretch him so open we won't feel his lips” someone said jokingly. Everyone laughed. One of the camera men moved in front of my face. His jock’s pouch, which was stretched beyond capacity was just inches from my face. I could smell his musk. I fought the urge to spit my Dad’s jock out and run my tongue all over it. He moved in closer as he held the camera over head. His pouch was now lightly rubbing against my nose. The temptation was killing me. His musk was stronger, it was more intoxicating than poppers. The cock in my hole was pounding me at a steady rhythm. I could feel it rubbing against my hole, balls hitting my ass. The pouch in front of me moved more until it was pressing against my face hard. I slowly inhaled the musk. Between the cock in my hole and the musk in my lungs my own cock was fighting against its cage. The pain was nothing compared to the pleasure of the cock in my hole. The camera man began to move his hips, causing his jock as well as his cock and balls hidden behind them to rub against my face. “Tease the boy” my Dad said to the camera man, “take it out and rub it against his face, leave some cock slime” The camera man pulled his pouch away from my face as the cock in me pushed all the way in and stayed there. I think the top was watching the camera man, who had grabbed his jock and pulled it aside. His cock flopped out, bringing his balls with it. His cock hit me right between the eyes. The cock inside me began to pump me again, driving in and out. I could feel the pre-cum leaking on my face from the camera man’s hard cock. “Look at that cum leaking out already from his hole” someone said from behind me. “Dude below has the best view” The man fucking me was pumping his cock harder and harder. It wasn't long until he pushed all the way in and added his load to the ones already there. He groaned as his cock twitched. The camera man leaned in, pressing his balls against my lips and Dad’s jock. I sniffed deep, bringing his musk deep into my lungs. The man in me pumped a couple of times, mixing the loads in my ass and pulled out. I wasn't empty long as another cock slid into my hole balls deep. I could feel his crotch hair pressing against my ass, tickling me. I moved my head to my right causing the cameraman’s cock to run across my face leaving a cock slime trail. I could just see another camera man standing close by. His jock was gone and someone was down sucking his cock. I could not see his cock, only the head moving back and forth along the shaft. The man fucking me was moaning loudly. He was steadily pumping his cock in and out of my hole. It felt as if it was an uncut cock and I wondered if it was Garrett, but didn't know. I could feel the skin move as he pumped in and out. My cock was pushing hard against its confinement, as my mind thought about all the poz loads in me, as well as the ones that were about to be. I wondered if there was more than just the three full blown AIDS loads that will be in my hole. The man in me started to pump his cock in and out harder. He didn't last long and drove his cock deep into my hole, adding his load. He pulled out leaving my hole open and empty. “You ready for Daddy’s big hard cock, son” I muffed out a yes! “Show me boy, open that boy pussy for Daddy” I made my hole open and close the best I could, without trying to lose any of the poz cum that was already in me. “That's it son, tease Daddy” He started to rub his cock up and down my crack, he picked up some cum that had been pushed out of my hole and coated his head. He aimed his cock at my hole and pushed in. I could feel his fur against my ass and his big hands grabbing my hips. “Daddy’s all the way in son” I moaned through his jock, which was now soaked with my spit. I tried to push back against him but couldn't move. Dads cock twitched in me as he made it bounce. I sucked in his jock more. As he began to move his cock in and out, Garrett come up to my head and squatted in front of me. Once we were eye to eye, he pulled out the jock, tossing it aside. “How's that hole pussy boy” he asked “Feeling good with Daddy’s big cock in me” “Sore any” “Just a little but it adds to the pleasure.” “Poppers?” “Not yet” I looked down at his cock, it was hard and leaking. He made it jump over and over. “It will be in you soon” I hadn't noticed he had a jock in his hand. He moved it up to my mouth. I opened wide, giving him access to shove it in. “It's the camera man that is under your ass capturing the action. He shot a load in it.” I moved it around in my mouth until I found the fresh load. It was salty with a bitter after taste. I sucked it until I could no longer taste his load. Dad was steadily fucking my hole. As the men cheered him on. I was moaning through the jock as I enjoyed Dad’s big cock. “Drew you fucking pervert!” someone said. “Twisted mother fucker, popping his cherry and infecting him” someone else said. “Wouldn't have it any other way,” Dad said as he fucked my hole. The pain in my cock was too great. I spit the jock out of my mouth, even though I didn't want to. “I can't take the pain” I cried out. “You have had Daddy’s meat before, it doesn't hurt” Dad said. “No the cage on my cock.” “Drew your one mean fucker to cage him up during his gang bang” Doc said somewhere behind me. “Free his boy cock” “Okay, someone get the key and release his cock, it's on the shelf back there with the poppers” Dad kept fucking me, until I heard a slap. It wasn't my ass that was slapped it was Dad’s. “Push in and hold the fuck still” I felt someone messing with the cage and it was soon opened and removed. My cock expanded and was fully hard in a matter of seconds. Another slap on Dad’s ass got him pumping his cock in and out of my hole again. With each pump of his cock, my cock leaked out more and more pre-cum. I was moaning and groaning like a bitch in heat from Dad fucking my hole. I squeezed my hole around Dad’s cock as it slid in and out. I wanted his cum the first time he fucked me and I wanted it now. His grip on my hips tightened, his pounding became harder and harder. “Daddy is going to cum, son, cum deep in your hole” “Give it to me, Daddy, please” I begged. “Are you sure, son? You want my poison?” “You gave it to me a few times before, give it to me now” Dad slammed his cock deep into my hole, it twitched and pulsed as his load shot into me. He groaned loudly. Slowly he started to move in and out as his cumming subsided. He was churning the loads in my hole, mixing the sperm and the strains. He pulled out of my hole and someone quickly replaced him. He moved around to my head. “Clean Daddy’s cock son, taste the loads from your hole” I opened my mouth wide inviting his used cock in deep. A cameraman moved closer to get a good view of me cleaning Dad’s cock. The cock in my hole continued to slide in and out, fucking me hard and good. “Mmmm you are making Daddy’s cock hard again”

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