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Work was usually incredibly boring. Office work is dull and was only alleviated by the fact that I had my own office and sat with my back to the window so I always knew when someone was coming in to see me. The advantage of this was that it meant I could watch porn and cruise fuck-sites whenever I wanted too. And the reason I didn’t have to worry about a firewall detecting my nefarious activities was thanks to an intern the previous summer. Most interns are dorky, geeky jerks. But last summer my company took in an intern in the IT department. He was short, dark and hairy. Greek I found out on his second day. I hadn’t noticed him at first. He’d come over the fix the printer in the outer office and a colleague mentioned that I might ask him to look into the fact that my computer kept freezing. I agreed and it was only when I looked up that I drew breath. 178cm, lean, stubble despite having clearly shaved that day and from a momentary flash of eye contact either gay or curious. I stepped away from my desk so he could sit down and stood behind him. Not too close but close enough to be able to look down the back of his shirt and see a glimpse of a hairy neck and back. As we chatted it too all my concentration not to get a semi let alone a hard on. We made small talk - his name was Milos and he was staying with relatives downtown so he could intern for the summer and was cycling to work to save dollars. After a couple of minutes he said that it had something to do with my network or something like that and that he’d be back. I thanked him and got back to work, only pausing at lunchtime for a quick wank in the toilet cubicle imaging his hairy arse riding my face. A few days later I was working later than normal as my boyfriend was out of town and I had the next day off as I was planning a weekend of hard chem sex with as much cock and spunk and piss as I could handle. Everyone had already left for the day as I’d been reminded to use the back door as the alarm had been set, when there was a knock on my door. Looking up, there was Milos holding a cable in one hand and a backpack in the other. “Hey, Milos.” “Hey. Sorry I was on my way out and I saw your light on and wondered if know might be a good time to sort your cabling.” He smiled discretely. “Sure, I’ve just finished for the day. Just let me get out of your way.” I stepped aside and to the other side of my desk. He sidled past me, slightly too close, and dropping his backpack on my desk, disappeared under it. I leaned over and took in a good view of his butt. He was out of his regulation chinos and shirt, wearing jeans and a tee. The tee had risen up to reveal a hairy back and what was clearly the waistband of a jockstrap. A yellow jockstrap. As we made more small talk, I took a risk and quietly unzipped his backpack. Nestled inside was a buttplug, a bottle of poppers and prep pills. I grinned. Milos was either a dirty fucker on his way to meet someone or a dirty fucker who knew what he wanted right now. I rezipped the back pack and moved it across from where he had placed it and waited. He finally got to his feet, rearranged his jeans so as to give me a flash of the yellow waist band from the front and after glancing at his back pack started tapping away at my keyboard. “It’s sorted, but I’ve noticed you’ve a firewall problem, so let me change that so that it doesn’t give you any more hassles.” He tapped for a few more minutes and then stepped to one side. “Take a look.” I walked around the table and looked at the screen. There, as he looked at me, was a scene of four guys fucking. Hairy guys. Sweaty and fucking raw. He leaned over and turned up the sound on my speaker. Grunts, swearing and slapping sounds filled the room. “Does that work for you?” I looked at him. His eyes were bright and eager, his mouth slightly open. I grabbed him by the chin and pushed my tongue into his mouth. He reciprocated and I pulled him towards me, one hand on the back of his head, the other on his arse, probing through the denim to find the entrance to his arse. He moaned and grinded his crotch against mine, both of us instantly hard. He pulled away and looked down at the screen, as we watched one guy, in a jock was being gang fucked by the other three. Even though there was no sound, we could tell he was getting a good hard and deep fucking, only pausing when one of the tops stopped to eat out his arse and then piss all over his hole. Milos whispered “Nice jock.” “Yeah but it isn’t yellow.” He chuckled and pulled slightly away. Kicking off his trainers, he pulled off his tee and slipped down his jeans. He was fucking gorgeous. Standing there, he was hairy from head to toe. Thick luxurious hair that made the yellow jock he was wearing, impressively tented with the start of a damp patch, stand out even more. He had a swimmers build and clearly, under that hair a flat, six-packed stomach, great muscular legs that were clearly supporting a fine arse and nice thick forearms. I leaned over and opened his backpack. “I think there’s a few things in here of interest too,” I said as I pulled out the poppers and the butt plug. Milos grinned as I popped open the bottle and handed it to him. Without hesitation he took four deep huffs and handed the bottle back. I smiled and took two deep huffs and handed him the plug. He took the plug and gobbing on it, proceed to suck and lick it, staring at me intently. Handing it back to me, he leaned against the desk and turned to look at the computer screen. I tasted his spit on the plug and then gobbed on it myself. Standing behind him, I traced it down his back making him moan and rested it as the top of his pert, hairy butt. He pushed his arse out, rubbing against my engorged cock in my chinos. It was my turn to moan and as I leaned forward to kiss his neck I caught the faint whiff of sweat building up on his hairy torso. Right there and then I wanted to fuck his tight hairy cunt, over my desk. And he wanted it too. His breathing was shallow and expectant as he hand reached round to grabbed and rub my hard cock through the fabric of my trousers. I smiled and gently pushed the tip of the butt plug against his hole. He pushed against it and sighed as the tip slipped into what was a very tight hole. Feeling resistance only made me harder. Fuck he was really tight. This hole needed more time and a lot of abuse. With sudden force I pushed the plug into his arse. His sharp intake of breath proved he was both tight and not expecting it. I wrapped an arm around his throat and pulled him back. “Does Milos want to play?” When he didn’t answer I tightened my arm against his throat. His arms automatically came up so I kicked his legs from under him forcing him to regain his balance and cutting off the air a bit more. “Answer me, you cunt.” He nodded as he regained his balance. My hand slid to the plug which I rotated and pushed into his arse making him moan. “Leave the plug in, getting fucking dressed and follow me,” I grabbed my bag and didn’t look back, but could hear him scrabbling to get dressed before padding down the stairs behind me. I unlocked my bike and waited while he unlocked his. Cycling was difficult with the steel hardon I was sporting but tonight I was horny and going to make the intern pay. Obediently, he mounted his saddle, wincing as the butt plug make contact with the hard seat and followed me home. I walked to the front door and without turning back knew he was following. I walked into the front room and flipped the heating on as I heard him click the front door closed. I dropped my bag and turned to face him as he entered the room. I ordered him to empty the contents of his bag onto the floor. Out spilled lube, the poppers, the prep, a handheld douche, some arse wipes, a dildo, a metal cockring and a bullet. No condoms. But Milos has clearly planned and I licked my lips at the prospect of his clean cunt. And clearly the bullet contained K. I smiled and ordered him to strip to his jock and pick up the poppers. He slowly started to undress and it took all my willpower not to stride over and rip his clothes off and snog him. He was magnificent. Lean. Hairy. Very hairy. And glistening with sweat from the cycle ride and as the room started to heat up. Licking his lips, he took four deep huffs and then stared at me intently. Fucking cocky bastard, I remember thinking. As he watched, I slowly undid my shirt and pulled it from my chinos. At the time I was prepping for a competitive swim so I was ripped as fuck and had clipped my chest hair. I knew it as I had planned to spend a second weekend at the sauna being fucked by as many cocks as I could. Dropping my shirt to the floor, I saw his eyes widen as he looked at my torso. I grinned and kicked off my shoes and pulled off my socks. Slowly I dropped my chinos until I stood before him in a pair of white 2xist briefs - my cock straining to escape. “What do you think?” I asked. He moaned and his hand dropped to his jock. “No!” I barked. His hand dropped to his side instantly. I walked over to him and stood directly in front of him. I could feel his breath and he could feel mine. I took the poppers and then dropped my hand and grabbed his cock through the fabric of his jock, and squeezed it roughly. He gasped in shock. He was packing a decent sized cock and balls. I leaned in and kissed him. “Ready to get fucked?” He nodded. I smiled. Fucked yeah. But I meant fucked up. I gave his cock and balls a final hard squeeze, took four deep hits from the poppers, slid my underwear down and then pushed him down into my crotch. Twelve hours since I’d last showered, and countless piss breaks later, I was one musky smelling cunt. On his knees, I pushed his face into my hairy crotch. He didn’t flinch and I heard him moan as he inhale my sweaty scent. I felt his tongue extend to taste my fragrant balls, licking the sweat from them greedily but waiting obediently before doing anything else. I regretted not wearing a cockring or a piercing at that precise moment but realising we had all night, I pulled his head back and, as he automatically opened his mouth, gobbed into his mouth, before guiding it into my stiff cock. It was all the incentive he needed. Grabbing my arse, he focused solely on my cock and balls, only stopping when I jerked his head back to gob into his mouth. Fuck it felt good. Lost in the poppers, wetness of his mouth and sliding my hands over his hairy, increasingly sweaty back and down to the top of his butt I pulled his mouth off my cock and grinned. Tapping his mouth to keep it open, I looked into his eyes as I spurted a small amount of piss into his expectant mouth. Without flinching he swallowed. I smiled and slapped the side of his head as he smiled back. Holding the sides of his head I slid my cock back into his mouth and released my afternoon’s bladder into his greedy gut. I didn’t even need to put my hand on the back of his head as he pulled my cock into my mouth and expertly sucked my cock and milked it for every bit of piss like it was fresh water from a tap. When there was no more piss left he lapped my musky balls and lifted them up with one hand, his tongue searching out the crack behind. I knew what he wanted, so I turned round and placing one hand on the end of the sofa looked over the shoulder and spread my cheeks. My dirty Greek fucker didn’t need any instructing, diving deep into my hairy, sweaty crack. Gobbing and licking his way to my hole he whimpered as he gorged on my musty cunt and I took a few more deep huffs of poppers. After he had licked my arse clean of its sweat I took a final deep sniff before I hauled him to his feet and we snogged. And I mean deeply snogged - sharing the taste of me as our hands searched each other’s bodies and crevices, fingers slipping into mouths, and arses as we tasted each other. Then I took him by the hand and stopping only to pick up the cockring, dildo and bullet, I led him upstairs

A Couple in the Bar My boy and I were taking a much-needed vacation to reconnect and have some down time. We’d both been traveling a lot for work and hooking up with other guys, nearly always bareback. He would send me texts that his top hookup would take of my boy’s hands on his ass, cheeks spread wide, and his hole oozing fresh cum. It always boned me up and then I’d likely log onto one of the apps and find a guy to come over to my hotel and take my load. It was risky, but super hot. We’d talked about starting up PrEP again, which we’d both been on before we started seeing each other, but somehow never got around to it. So, we went to a seedy gay bar in a midwestern town and saw a handful of hot guys. I spotted to very sexy men, one older, one younger but clearly a couple, a beefy guy with a shaved head and a slightly-wasted look. His boyfriend was a scrawny twinky guy, also with a buzzed head. After a few beers, I went to the bathroom to take a piss in the trough. The daddy guy followed me and stood right next to me. He made grunting oink noises and I saw him pull out his meaty cock with a huge gauge prince albert piercing. He took a piss while looking at me and oinked knowing I was drooling over his cock. He told me he’d see me around and left the bathroom. When I got back to our spot at the bar, the younger guy was chatting up my boy while the daddy was ordering a round of beers. I got back to them and the daddy gave me a bottle. My boy excused himself to the bathroom and the younger guy followed, winking at the daddy. Of course, they were in the bathroom a little too long and the daddy invited us back to their place for the night. I knew the reason for our vacation was to reconnect, but this was too hot of an opportunity to pass up. I gulped my beer down and headed to the bathroom to find my boy bending over the trough as the younger guy was on his knees eating my boy’s hole. I cleared my throat and my boy sheepishly looked up at me. I told them we were headed back to daddy’s place and my boy pulled his jeans up and tucked his leaking hard cock into them. We made a quick exit as daddy paid the bar tab. Thankfully, they lived right around the corner, and we walked there, with the daddy’s hands down the back of my pants and the younger guy clearly fingering my boy’s spit-lubed hole. They tore our clothes off of us as soon as we were in their small run-down apartment. My boy and I were shoved down on the bed on our backs, and the guys climbed on top of us and we made out hardcore. I went down on the younger guy while my boy blew the daddy. I rarely bottom, but I knew I wanted that thick cock and prince albert inside me, and I thought it would be hot to see my boy take it too. My boy was lapping at daddy’s balls and said, ‘these seem really full. You good for a couple of loads?’ Daddy just oinked in reply. The younger guy and I made out on our knees as my boy sucked my cock. I leaned forward to spread his ass open and guided that raw daddy dick into his hole. I love that moment of delivering a new raw cock inside him. The younger guy got in front of my boy’s mouth and shoved his dick in. He had be get behind him and spit on his hand, lubing up his ass. My dick plopped right inside him. It was clear that regularly taking daddy’s dick had really loosened him up. As we fuck each other’s boys, their faces were next to each other and they started making out, lunging forward as they took our cocks. Daddy started cursing and really pounding my boy. I knew he was close to losing his first load. Sure enough, he started to cum inside my boy, without slowing down or even offering to pull out. My boy had just taken this daddy load without even knowing his name. Daddy caught his breath and asked me if I was close. I shook my head no. ‘He’s too loose for you, right?’ I nodded, almost embarrassed. But the daddy grinned knowing it was his girth that had ruined his boy’s hole. Daddy had me lay down on my back and his boy mounted my dick facing me. The boy bent forward as daddy slapped his cummy cock on his boy’s ass. I heard a camera sound as my boy snapped a photo of our cocks going into the boy's ass. I felt that cool metal plop inside his boy’s hole alongside mine. The boy groaned as his hole was stretched to the limits. My boy knelt down, fingering his cummy ass and ate daddy’s hole as we fucked away. I was close to cumming, and I knew I wasn’t finished, so I let my cock plop out of the boy’s ass. I crawled out from under them and made out with my boy, fingering the goo dripping down his thigh. I needed a piss and offered it to anyone who wanted it, but they all shook their heads ‘no’ so I headed to the bathroom as my boy got on his knees next to the boy and invited daddy to go back and forth between their holes. Seeing those guys fuck made it tough to walk away, and difficult to piss with a full hard-on. I heard my boy groan as daddy entered him. As I finally went down enough to piss, I noticed two bottles of B******* on the counter, and I knew it instantly to be one of those newly approved one-a-day HIV meds. These guys were POZ, but medicated. I noted there were two names on them, Brian and Dan, but didn’t have a clue which man was which, only that they were both POZ and I wanted to take their cum. When I got back to the bedroom, they had changed positions. My boy was on his back holding his legs up. The boy was pounding his ass, about to breed him with his POZ cum. I laid down next to him and pulled my legs up. He looked over at me and smiled, blissed out and full of raw stranger cock. ‘Babe,’ I said. ‘They’re POZ.’ He had a momentary look of shock as the daddy oinked again and his boy announced, ‘I’m cumming! Breeding you good!’ Daddy nodded as he pressed forward and that cool metal ring teased my ass. My boy kissed me hard as daddy slipped inside my tight hole with nothing to lube me up but his leaking precum and our boys’ ass juices. Daddy didn’t stop until he was balls deep inside me, then he hammered away. I was lucky he was close to cumming or he really would have ruined my hole. The boy knelt beside daddy and slid his finger into my hole alongside that thick raw cock stretching me out as much as I’ve ever been. Daddy looked straight into my eyes and nodded, ‘Gonna breed you, slut, just like I bred your boy. Fuck yeah!’ With that, he picked up his speed and jackhammered my ass. I felt a soothing wetness and warmth as his cum seeped into my guts. He collapsed on top of me. Feeling his weight and furry chest grind into me was amazing. He slowly got softer until my tightness pushed him out of me. I went to the bathroom to clean up and daddy followed me saying he liked to watch his prey cleaning up to ensure they didn’t try to push out his seed. I didn’t, and he pointed to the meds on the counter. I said it was hot taking POZ cock even if it was medicated. He looked a little confused and then picked up one of the bottles. He took the cap off to show that the foil liner was in place, unopened. He then handed me the bottle and pointed to the date. I noted it was dated last year. He told me his boy convinced him to start treatment after infecting him… and that he’d convinced his boy to stay off them, just as he had. I got lightheaded as I realized that my and my boy had just taken unmedicated loads. I steadied myself and saw my boy in the doorway making out with daddy and the younger guy. He smiled at me and reached out to me, pulling me into the four-way kiss. My boy led us both back to the bed side by side and laid down on his belly, ass up, encouraging me to do the same. Daddy and his boy bred me and my boy at least two more times that night. We got daddy’s cell and promised to take their seed anytime they wanted to share it.

I was working for one of those urban life magazines when my editor gave me an assignment that changed my life in so many ways. He wanted an article on the "new phenomenon" of bug chasing. Specifically, he wanted to tell our shrinking number of readers what would cause people do actively seek HIV infection. Even I knew that this was nothing new and had been going on for years. I could have asked why he didn't choose one of the gay guys on staff to write it, but I also knew the magazine was in financial trouble. Saving my job was a priority. So, I took the assignment without protest. My girlfriend was out of town on an extended work assignment eliminating the need to explain what I was going to be doing. So, I Googled bug chasing, found some background information and web sites which eventually led me to a club downtown called Positively Fourth Street. I assumed it was named for the old Bob Dylan song, but this place had nothing to do with Dylan. I began hanging out there trying to interview self described bug chasers. I spent the next few weeks chasing them, trying to get their stories. Frankly, most guys wouldn't talk to me, and the handful of guys who would didn't have anything to say that I hadn't read online. Plus I was wading through an incredible amount of bullshit from guys who only wanted to talk about being pozed and were no action. I had hoped to find someone who had gone through or was going through this experience who would tell me why and shed some insight on their hopes and fears. My plan was to feature one or two guys and tell their stories. However, I just couldn't find that connection. Then one night, I was sitting at the bar when this guy walked in. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He was incredibly handsome. His tight jeans and t-shirt showed off his rippling muscles. Frankly, he looked like a Greek God. To my surprise, he sat down next to me. I considered myself straight, but that kind of went out the window. Introducing ourselves, I learned his name was Eric. Desperate for a story to write, I blurted out my mission. Eric listened attentively and then told me he was not a chaser, but rather the opposite: he was an HIV positive top. He continued, telling me a lot of things including erotic tales of his experiences that set my heart pounding, and not out of discomfort, but rather out of a desire to be share his experiences in some (perhaps) surreptitious manner. I did not want to see myself having sex with him, but, on the other hand, I had no doubt he was, in some degree, coming on to me. His HIV status, of course, gave me additional pause, but I knew the virus could not be transmitted through voyeurism. As Eric continued, his stories took on a somewhat dark hue (perhaps enhanced by the alcohol we were downing) and he intimated he was could infect anyone, anytime through a combination of technique and what he called his "massive viral load". As he talked, he drummed his fingertips on the bar. I immediately noted that he had filed them down to sharp points. He told me they "helped prime a bottom's plumbing", which meant nothing to me at the time. He told me he was "pozzing" a guy the next night at his apartment, and he invited me to watch, saying he was sure I would learn a great deal for my article. He told me the guy would be willing and able to provide information on the whole experience. My cock was tumescent at the thought of seeing watching Eric have sex, and my sense of caution went out the window. Some chances only come once in a lifetime, or so I temporized. It probably didn't hurt Eric's hand chanced brushed my crotch, and that when he stood up to leave, he was jostled by a guy climbing onto his bar stool, and Eric's crotch chanced to press against my thigh. In retrospect I think he might have been semi-erect - or was it wishful thinking on my part? In short, I accepted his offer and jotted down his address. The next day, at 8:00 P.M., heart pounding, I found myself ringing is doorbell. Eric answered the door buck fucking naked. I was totally caught off guard by this and had a hard time regaining my composure. I was absolutely overwhelmed by his physical presence. Although I struggled to keep my eyes off his cock, it was a loosing battle. He was built like the proverbial shit house: a thick bush, low hanging, veiny balls, a long, thick, uncut cock that never hung quite down, as did cocks in my (admittedly limited) experience, but it sort-of arched out from his body. Man, I thought, this is unfucking real. My cock started to throb in my jeans. Explaining he had just gotten out of the shower, he bade me to make myself comfortable while he completed preparing for the 'fuck-fest', to use his words. He disappeared back into another room. I sat down in front of a TV showing an all male porn film in which a series of incredibly muscular guys had very physical sex. I was surprised by how erotic I found this. My dick did not return to its normal, flaccid state. Within a few minutes Eric came out in a short robe and sat next to me to watch the video. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his cock push out of his robe as it grew to 10, thick inches. I spent the next half hour with one eye on the TV and the other on Eric's dick. What had I gotten myself into? Eric and I had a couple of drinks while we waited. Finally he said that it looked like his friend wasn't going to show. He told me that he was really horny (no kidding). He asked me, no, he told me to suck his cock. I started to say I was straight, but he put his hand on the back of my head. I can't say he forced my head down because I offered no resistance. A few seconds later I was sucking and licking his cock. I couldn't seem to stop myself. The smell, taste, texture and intimacy of the experience was wild beyond anything I had before experienced. After a few minutes he told me we were going in the bedroom. I just let him lead me in there. I don't remember undressing, but I ended up naked, on my back, on his bed. Facing my crotch, he straddled my face. I eagerly continued my work on his magnificent cock, balls and even found myself sliding my tongue in his ass crack. He was clearly enjoying the attention: not only did his cock not loose any rigidity, but drops of pre-cum were sporadically oozing out of his cock head. His pre-cum was fascinating: slick, salty and sweet at the same time. He started touching me all over and then leaning forward, began loading my asshole with lube, using hard, sharp, sometimes painful thrusts. I could literally feel myself being opened up. I knew what he intended, and so said 'no' to each of his several entreaties "hey, man, I've gotta slip my cock in your hole," but persistence and lust won out over logic, and, when he assured me he'd pull out if I asked him to, I acquiesced. To be sure, however, I told him there was no way i was going to let him shoot his load in me. He just kind of smiled as he positioned me on all 4s. He pushed some more lube inside my hole, and, generously lubing his cock, coaxed his way inside. It hurt like hell at first - pain the likes of which I had (not surprisingly), never before experienced. But after a few minutes of superficial penetration, my ass opened-up, and I guess my ass juices began flowing. Pain morphed into pleasure, and pleasure morphed into ecstasy as somewhere in there he began to hit my prostate. I found myself begging for more. The experience was like nothing I had ever experienced: was I going to piss myself or was I going to blow a load? I honestly didn't know, (and in some measure, didn't care), but I did know I now understood why so many guys loved anal sex. Eric mostly kept up a nice slow pace while he slid his rod in and out of my hole, alternately teasing my asslips and torturing my prostate when he slid all the way in. I tried to listen for any moans or changes in his breathing that would signal an orgasm, but I heard (or didn't want to hear) any tell-tale signs. His hands were all over me, a few times reaching around to pinch my tits really hard when he sped-up his pounding, but then letting-up as he slowed down. I didn't really want him to stop but was prepared to tell him "no mas" at the first sign he was going to cum in me. While all this was happening my mind was racing. I felt that I was experiencing all the terror, emotions, and pleasure that someone taking his first positive load could conceivably experience. I tried to make mental notes of everything I was experiencing, but I must admit my brain was quite befuddled by the overwhelming impact of the turn of events, and, of course, Eric's cock sliding in and out of me. After a really long time, perhaps twenty minutes or so, he said he had some things to tell me. He told me that he could stay hard and fuck for an hour or more. He said he could cum and not make a sound. Then he told me something I was really not ready to hear. He told me he had already cum in me twice. Then he said "here cums the third load." Before I could react, Eric's right hand moved to my shoulder and pushed me face down into the mattress. His left arm tightened around my hips. Then he rammed me hard a couple of times and moaned very loud. I felt his cock seem to vibrate and then felt the hot liquid fly into me. I guessed that having my nipples pinched had masked the first two loads. However, there was no mistaking what he had done this time. I was overwhelmed with terror. How could he do this to me? Eric collapsed on top of me, his semi-hard cock plugging my ass, keeping his cum in me. I asked him why he had pozzed me. He told me that my "friends at the bar" had hired him to do it. They told him that I wanted it. They said I'd make up some story about why I hung out in the bar, but that he should ignore it. I was surprised he would do this for money. He told me he was paid quite well. He called himself a 'poztitute'. He told me he had cut me up inside with his fingernails, and there was no doubt his bugs were already in my blood. He told me he liked me and said I could stay the night. I locked myself in the bathroom for a long time. I needed time to get my head around all that had happened. I tried to force his cum out of me somehow, but very little dripped out, and what did was mixed with my blood. When I finally came out of the bathroom, the apartment was dark, and he was snoring. I thought about it for a bit, and finally slipped into bed with him. He later fucked me two more times, cumming multiple times. Early that morning I dressed and went home. When my girlfriend got back to town, I broke up with her. I told her I met someone else. I hated hurting her, but I just couldn't take the chance of infecting her. What I subsequently learned was the fuck flu hit me about a month and a half after my night with Eric. My subsequent HIV blood test was positive. I wrote the article about my experience as though I had interviewed someone else. It was the best thing I ever wrote, but the magazine went out of business before it was published. I work for a public relations firm now. I haven't had sex since all this happened, but I think I'm ready to get out there. There are some big-talking, no-action guys at a certain bar for whom I have certain gifts. Paybacks are a bitch.

I think you should go see a doctor and get tested for whatever you are worried about, and treat it if you have caught something. Also, I think you are very worried and scared, more than you really need to be, because you don't know much about these things. My advice (worth its weight in gold!) is to try to relax, and educate yourself, and maybe find some people whom you trust to talk with about it. I realize that last thing might be hard (I'm guessing you are not out as gay?) but it can really help. Here's how I think of it: All these STDs are just diseases like any other ones. Some of them are uncomfortable and some can kill you, but the same is true of all the other diseases you can catch in other ways. So there's no need to freak out, just evaluate the risk/reward equation and decide what is right for YOU. And I don't believe you have to feel guilty about passing diseases on to another person sexually, unless you do it deliberately and deceptively. The world is a dangerous place, and they decided to have sex with you.

-Part 5- We were now in his car- I was filled with anticipation for what was to come. I had asked where we were going and was told not to worry about it. The car came to a stop in a parking lot and he said "come on". I did. I was surprised to find us at an ice cream store. He got us both vanilla soft serve and we sat outside. "It's important to eat, never forget that little one. Maybe later I'll take you to dinner. Or maybe we'll be occupied with other activities" he said. And then something taboo happened: we got to know each other. He told me what had led him to here and I told him about me. He was a good guy. It took away a little of the mystery but now I was even more excited to connect with him. maybe it's the hopeless romantic in me. I wondered if this could ever be something real? That terrified me. ______ "Come on in" He said as he opened the door to his place. "My roomate won't be home for a few hours, This will do for an hour or two- until its time" He led me to his room "I'm just subletting till I find my own place, excuse the mess" I looked around and it was pretty barebones: bed, nightstand and a bunch of boxes against the wall. He came up behind me and started kissing my neck. with his hands at my sides he grabbed at the hem of my shirt and pulled it off. I turned to face him. he was naked except his jock. When had he stripped? It was hot. "What now?" I asked. "Well- that depends how adventurous you are?" "Try me" "famous last words, little one" And then he pulled me to him, making out fiercely. tongues on tongues. Minutes or years passed and he broke us apart and said "follow me". He led me to the en suite bathroom attached to his room and turned on the full shower. While it warmed he explained "We're out of stuff. Just for the moment- but if you trust me I have a plan to keep you feeling good, hop in the shower" I took off my clothes and he hummed in appreciation. I was never one to feel great about my body but he made me feel sexy. I felt seen. I got under the water and the sensation of the warm water cascading down my body was something else all together. He got in and we made out in the steaming shower. feeling each other and jerking each others cocks to full hardness. He had a bottle of lube in the shower and used it to lube his cock and my ass and bent me over. He started to fuck me nice and slow. I was enjoying this moment so much. As he fucked me he pulled himself into me and forced a whisper in my ear "You ready?" "For what?" "For our next adventure" and with that i felt warmth in my ass at first I was confused. Was he filling me with cum? And then I realized...piss. He was filling me with piss. I'd always harbored a secret fetish for piss so moaned in appreciation. "Good boy. Let me fill you up. This isn't just piss. this is chem piss. You'll be soaring again very soon. do you have any for me?" he asked. grabbing a cup from the ledge. Instinctively I knew to follow orders and fill the cup with my own piss. I did. and handed it back to him. he raised the glass in a cheers motion and then brought it to my lips and had me take a sip. Then he drained the rest. By the time he was done the chem piss was starting to take hold. He slipped out of the shower saying "meet me in the bedroom when your ready" . A few minutes late I met him in the bedroom. Things had changed. The blinds were down. a pleather sheet was on the bed. and the contents of one of the boxes had been upended. It was full of sex toys. A few dildos, butt plugs, poppers, cuffs and restraints. And there he was. Sexy as all fuck in a mask, black leather chaps, and a cock ring. he grabbed my hands and cuffed them in a leather cuff. Then forced a black mesh jockstrap on me with a comment that "My dick wasn't necessary right now" He kneeled me on the bed and entered me. Fucking me hard. both of us flying high on the chempiss. So many positions, toys, moment of sweat and sex flashed before my eyes. High on chempiss and poppers, two hours passed effortlessly. I had just relaxed into a post orgasm moment. Content with his cum in my hole when the phone rang. "Yeah?" he answered. A few quick exchanges. Then he hung up. "Okay, little one. It's time." Lets get cleaned up and out the door. Within minutes we were on the road once more. Where to now? I had stopped caring and just trusted I'd get to where I needed to be. End part 5

At the steak house the boys got up and went and talked to a waiter. They seemed to know him Chad use his pad and pencil and made a note and handed it to the waiter and the boys came back and sat down. I said friend from school and they both said yes at the same time and then started shoving steak in like they had not eaten in years. After we left the boys were in the front of the G wagon and Brett leaned back his seat and pulled out his cock and said suck me bitch. So I crawled up and started sucking him. Then Chad pulled my left had to his cock, he was hard as a rock and leaking pre cum by the bucketfuls. I noticed that at some point Bret was rubbing my crotch through my pants. This was the first time any thought had been given to me. I liked it but in my mind I new a good faggot did as he was told and so was not expecting more. At the house we got out and the boys started taking off there shirts as we walked Chad grabbed me and shoved me on the hot tub cover and pulled my pants down. He spit on his hand and cock and the next thing I knew I was impaled on his beautiful cock. He slammed a pill bottle down in front of my face and said we got some Viagra. We plan on tearing up your ass all night bitch. I got so turned on by the nasty talk from the boys. Calling me names and treating me like a piece of property. It did not take long and Chad grunted out take that slut. take that fucking load. After he came down from his climax he pulled out and walked around to my mouth and shoved it in my mouth as Brett who I had been sucking shoved his hard cock in my ass. This went on for hours with the boys taking turns cumming in me, on me and at one point I hear Brett say I going to piss the bitches ass full man and I felt the warm hot piss coming out of his dick and in to me. It was amazing. Brett leaned down to my ear and whispered you ass belongs to ass, you are a god damn faggot and we own your ass bitch, this is all you are good for. The boys were right non of us slept and as morning rolled around, my ass was numb from all the fucking. Chad said we have an early practice today and a team meeting afterwords. Will be back tomorrow bitch, oh and I'm taking the G wagon and I need money for gas its almost empty. I handed him the gas card and he and Brett looked at me and to me I was not allowed to leave the house, no shower, no clothes and I was not to touch my cock. They both smacked my dick and said they didn't know why I had something I would never use it was wasted flesh. I stood and watched as the boys drove away in my new $155000 G wagon thinking to my self what did I get myself into. For 50 year I lived the life of a hermit and one look at a boys crotch and face and now I'm owed by two eighteen year old studs.

On vacation in Gran Canaria at the moment. Befriended a 50s couple from the UK around the pool. Turns out they are vacationing with another couple (40/30s). Average guys with average cocks (except one really hung) but very hot. What started with drinks in their room ended up in a fuckfest with the four of them: two tops, one vers and another bottom. Three hours of play with lots of poppers and fucking. Being the 'new' guy I got most (all but one - I think) of the loads. Staggered back to my room with at least 5 loads in my hole and one in my belly (from the bottom). Missed diner but didn't mind hehe! They are here for the rest of the week so that's going to be fun 😉

I was actually feeling super slutty for the whole week and i sucked a random guy from grindr yesterday. But tonight i wanted to please more than 1 man. So first i met with my regular fwb ,who picked me up and we drove into the woods. We went on the back seat,where i started sucking and deepthroating his cock. I wanted to make sure that he will enjoy in a good,long and sloppy blowjob. It was a bit of challenge to suck him for long ,as my jaw still hurts from the long blowjob i gave yesterday. But i did nonetheless. After some time my FWB was ready to fuck me,so we went out and i leaned onto the trunk of his car and offered my ass to him while standing.He lubed me up and showed his cock into me. It hurt me a bit ,but my buddy always notices when it hurts ,so he was gentle and gave me the time to adjust wo me having to say anything. Ater a sec, he started pounding me rough ,as he always does, so i was moaning from pleasure. My perfectly clean and very wet ass was all sloppy as he was pounding me. After a while, he held onto my hips ( i love it when he does that) ,started to really pound me rough, until he stopped balls deep in me as he was filling me with cum. He pulled it out ,we got dressed and got home. Before i met with my regular fwb ,i had arranged a hookup with my other semi-regular 19 yr old top, that we we'll fuck and he wanted ,for me to come to him pre-filled with cum ,and still wet from the fuck i had before. This was actually this guys wish for quite some time now ,but we didn't really arrange it yet. I drove to his place, parked nearby and walked to his place. As i was walking i could feel my smooth and creamy asscheeks rubbing against each-other and i felt so slutty,knowing that i was just fucked and am going for the sloppy seconds. When i came to his place ,he was already waiting me naked on bed. I got undressed ,went on all 4 and started sucking him. After a while he grabbed my head and begun deepthroating me. After that, i had to go on the floor into the doggy and lean over the bed. He lubed me ,fingered me a bit ,showed it in and started pounding my sloppy ass. He was really passionate and i loved the feeling of his body on mine as i was pressed against the bed. Soon he filled me with his cum and i could feel it was a lot. Sex didn't last for long but i enjoyed it nonetheless. When we dressed ,we talked for a bit and then i left ,walked to my car thinking about what a great experience it was ,and that the 3 of us gotta get together next time, so they'll properly tag teamed me in a threesome. When i got home it was the time to clean up ,i pushed the cum out and was impressed bcs it was much more than i'd expect from 2 loads.

I haven't posted in quite a while (or played), but a couple of weeks ago, I had a pretty amazing experience. I like to visit a clothing-optional gay campground in the mountains on the east coast while traveling north/south. I'm generally there on a weekday, when there aren't a lot of folks around, so action tends to be light, but I really love just being outside, naked, so even if there are only a handful of other guys around, or even no action at all, I really enjoy the experience. It's perfectly located for me about halfway from to my destination, and super-reasonably priced. This past visit, I was able to stay on a Friday night (and wish I could have hung out until Sunday), which is unusual for me. Most folks are visiting there for the weekend, and that's when most of the action really gets going. The owners of the campground have a pretty extensive site - most of the campsites are occupied with more or less permanently parked campers - they may change hands, and occupants come and go, but the campers never move. The owners were throwing a Friday night party at their site, with a pony keg, and some munchies, and the guy at the counter told me about it when I checked in. He said the party got going at 8PM, and people would be hanging out there until the regular party venue opened at 10PM. I usually stay in a cabin (there are a handful for rent) but they were already booked for the weekend, so I wound up in the lodge, which was perfectly fine for me. I rolled in about 5 in the afternoon, and it was still warm enough to be outside naked, so I took a few things up to my room, and then quickly stripped down to nothing but flip-flops. I had been on the bike all day, almost without interruption, so I really wanted a hot shower just to relax. There's a shower in the lodge, but I really prefer to head out to the bathhouse (duh) so I can be out there naked for anyone who is walking by. It's never failed for me, even when I stay during the week, that there's someone around, and interested in looking. The public showers are a great place to meet and get to know my fellow campers. After I took a nice, long, hot shower, and chatted briefly with one of the guys who works at the campground (who also mentioned the party) and wanted to see if I needed anything, I strolled back over to the lodge, grabbed a drink, and then sat out on the deck, and just watched the sunset. After a bit, it started to get too chilly, and it was dark anyway, so I just pulled on jeans and a t-shirt, and then, at 8, walked up to the site where there was going to be the party. Although I had been to the camp five or six times before, I'd never had a reason to walk up this particular stretch of sites, and I was blown away by how elaborate it was. I was even more blown away to see a huge banner stretched out in front of the site, advertising a "dungeon party". I apparently was unfashionably early, as there didn't seem to be anybody else around, and the keg was there on ice, but not yet tapped. I took a minute to walk over to a large tent on a platform, and peek in, and inside was a full collection of dungeon furniture! I have done some BDSM play before, but always topping women. I'm not really a sadist, but there isn't much to me that is hotter than full sexual submission. The two main features appeared to be the huge St. Andrew's cross, with a collection of floggers and paddles hung next to it on the "wall" of the tent, and then, a little to the side of that, a sawhorse/bench with padded arm and leg rests: a paddling and fucking bench. I slipped back out, still didn't see anybody, so I headed back over to the lodge, took a few hits, and refilled my glass, and chilled out a while longer. After I saw a few golf-carts full of guys headed up the road, I walked back over to the party. I didn't see either of the guys I'd spoken with earlier, and I didn't really know anybody there, so when a slightly older guy approached me and kind of glommed onto me, I started talking with him. He explained that this was the campground co-owner's site and that it was his dungeon. He also started telling me about some of the other pieces of furniture - some he'd helped build or set up. He seemed nice enough, but he didn't do much for me, and was drinking pretty heavily. I mingled a bit, grabbed a beer, and started noshing on some of the munchies, since I'd had a big, late lunch, and wound up skipping dinner, I didn't want to wind up too drunk because of an empty stomach. After a bit, I wandered back into the tent, and by then the "proprietor" was there, and was more than happy to give me a detailed tour of the equipment. It was pretty clear his favorite pieces were the St. Andrews cross and the fucking horse/bench. He started telling me at great length how he knew how to use a flogger so well that it felt like a gentle massage, and I'm pretty sure he knew I was intrigued, so he was nice, and went out of his way to be a good top and not scary. It worked pretty well - I definitely was put at ease, even though I wasn't sure switching (a whole new thing for me) was what I wanted. I wandered out of there, and back to this teepee where they had a kind of sweat lodge thing going, but it wasn't really warm enough to actually strip down, there weren't really any seats left, and I struggled to strike up conversation with anyone. After about 10 minutes I got tired of all the smoke, and my curiosity had been building. Meanwhile, as I walked out, the first guy who'd been talking to me sidled back up again, and I asked him if there was going to be any play going on at this dungeon party, or if everyone was just kind of hanging out. He said he thought everyone was just being too shy, but if someone would get it started maybe more would go on. I told him I was actually thinking about it, and he encouraged me a bit. I decided what the hell, and I went and found the dungeon owner again, and told him he'd convinced me that it would feel just like a lovely massage...and I'd love to have him show me his skills. He didn't miss a beat, and we headed right back into the tent, and over to the St. Andrew's cross. There were now a few people hanging out in the tent - there was a propane heater blowing (early fall in the mountains) - another guy dressed in leather, a few non-descript or trollish looking guys, and a couple of butch dykes. Since it wasn't quite so cold, I immediately shucked off my jeans, tshirt and fleece, and stepped up onto the platform of the cross. The combination of the slightly cool air, being exposed (the only naked person in the room), anticipation of the impending strokes, and the center of attention as the object of the performance, and I immediately started getting aroused. I felt a thrill run through me and let my mind spin a little as I started thinking about fully submitting. I'd always played the other role (with great pleasure), but I also got off before on how aroused and excited the sub would be...I was excited to get to experience the role. I immediately started to get hard, and the dungeon master/owner, smiled and stroked my cock and told me that it made him happy to see a sub so obviously excited about the prospects. I made sure to really spread and show my ass and hole as I bent over to try to get the leather cuffs on, and the feeling of being cuffed - they were heavy - and collared gave me butterflies. I was almost elated to step up to the cross and put my hands up. We talked briefly - in a straightforward and non-game way, so I knew he was an experienced and sane dom, and we stablished a safeword and a plan for the scene. He said he really preferred to have a blindfold on his subs, and I said that was just fine - at that point, I actually wanted to be gagged too, not because I wanted to be silenced, but because it would really complete the sensory experience of the cuffs, collar and blindfold. He said that at first he really preferred to be able to get feedback, and I agreed that was the sensible thing. I told him I wanted him to start out with the 'massage' approach he'd described, but that we should ramp up (green) and that I would tell him when I needed to plateau (yellow) and when we could resume ramping up (green), and that I'd let him know when I needed less (red). He lifted each hand up to the cross, and clipped me in there, and had me sag down, to show me the that it would bear my weight, and that the cuffs wouldn't bind at all. As he was running his hands down my sides to clip in my ankles, he ran over my ass, and I willingly pushed back, trying to brush my hole and spread my ass - to be open and ready for his strokes or anything. Some more watchers had come in to the tent, and a few were reaching around, tweaking and twisting my nipples, and I was as rock hard as I've almost ever been. I could hardly wait. He pressed his hardon up against my ass as he tweaked my nipple and breathed into my ear, and put the blindfold on, at which point I lost track of how many people were there. I remember seeing the two baby butches watching with full attention, and I was thinking how funny it was that we were so juxtaposed. He picked up the "intermediate" flogger and started off with slow, gentle strokes - no sting at all. I'm not sure I'd call it a massage, but it wasn't painful at all, and I was arching back to feel the strokes on my ass, and thighs...hoping for some contact on my hole, taint and balls. I wanted to be open and used. I have lost all track of time, but we went along for quite a while - at least twenty minutes - my frustration and arousal constantly mounting - as the intensity of his blows kept increasing. I just dove into sub space and thrust back, exposing myself fully to his onslaught - trying to catch a rithym, and continually frustrated by the irregular pace. As the intensity increased the endorphins flowed, and the more each sting was actually arousing (and the more each blow stung). I was in abandon, handing from my arm cuffs, thrusting my ass out, and although I could hear the sound of the impacts, and knew from experience they were pretty intense, each blow just felt more...frustratingly tantilizing...like being teased...it was a long, long tease, and I was in a red haze of desire. Finally, after a bit, a few blows landed that were actually painful, and I asked him to plateau...he gave me a few more good licks, with a slightly sadistic laugh, but also warning me they'd be good stings...that I had been a good boy and just needed a few more to finish me off...I gladly pushed back and did my best to give him my skin to sting - I wanted him to use me - I wanted to please him with how good I could be for him. After this we started to cool down, and, with a lot of gentle caressing and rubbing, he brought me back down, and took me off the cross. As the blindfold came off there were about seven or eight guys handing around, one or two had their cocks out, one or two were just rubbing through their pants...the baby butch had her hands down her pants and was rubbing her clit/pussy and her butch partner was rubbing the outside of her pants and pinching the baby dyke's nipples. My dom asked if I was ok - lightheaded or anyting - needed help sitting down? I told him I felt amazing and almost kind of disappointed we were finishing. The final, slightly more painful blows had taken me back down off the orgasmic edge, so I was just kind of cooling down. My mouth was a little dry so I wanted to grab another beer and have a cigarette....it was thrilling to have a room of strangers, but I also didn't know exactly what to say to anyone...I just wanted to kind of chill and luxuriate in the glow. My ass felt red but it was a warm glow, not sore at all. I sat down by the outdoor fire, and suddenly my earlier interlocutor reappeared and asked how I was feeling I told him I felt great, and should have volunteered to get things going sooner. It appeared to me, though, that the tent had mostly emptied out, and no new action had started up. I started seeing the audience back outside. I hung out at the fire, a few different people - more than I had realized - came up and told me what a hot scene they thought it was, and thanked me for putting it on (I had done nothing but volunteer). I don't remember what else we talked about, but I had some random chat with a few different people, and in particular with this one other guy in leather (costume). He was very nice, and pretty hot, but actually seemed kind of shy and tentative. I think another 30 minutes or so went by, and people started to drift off to the main party venue where dancing was getting going. I wandered over there, but it wasn't all that exciting to me, and I found that I was kind of sorry the moment seemed to have passed in the dungeon. The keg at the dungeon site had a nicer beer than the cheap stuff in the main venue, so I wandered back to the first keg, and while I was refilling, saw the dungeon owner again (he was back in party host mode), and I asked him if he wanted to show me how the other equipment in his dungeon worked. He didn't bat an eyelid, said "yes, of course" and immediately headed back into the dungeon, with me following. There weren't as many people hanging around the site, but at least three guys followed us in to see what was happening. I walked over to the fucking horse, and without asking or being told, stripped fully again immediately. The dom was going in and out, doing a couple of different things, and I honestly wasn't sure what we were going to do, but I was admiring the strap/paddle resting on the bench. He came back in, picked up the paddle, and indicated I should hop up on the horse....it needed no adjustment, and I layed my stomach down on the top rest, with my arms and shins down on the rests...there was a strap clamped across my back, holding my stomach down to the benchtop, and then he fastened my ankle restraints, so I was bound face-down, ass-up. Just being strapped in like this made me rock hard again, and I knew my hole was wide open and ready. He only restrained one of my wrists, which kind of disappointed me initially, but it became obvious why later. My ass was still warmed up from the flogging, so although they stung slightly, the blows from the strap just immediately got me wanting more. The brunt of the blow fell on my cheeks, but also a little on my hole and the back of my balls...almost immediately I was back in that place where I just wanted to be used and to submit to use...I didn't have to wait long! After only a couple of minutes, during which a few guys had discovered something new was happening and come in, I felt him start to work silicone lube into my ass. I felt the cool wet liquid and sighed...knowing relief was coming soon. I heard him unzip his pants and then I could feel his hard cock searching around for my hole...I was pushing back, trying to gape it open and take him in. He quickly lined up perfectly, and then with one firm, but not too hard/fast thrust, buried himself in me, and I moaned pushing back as much as I could (I couldn't really move very much). He started thrusting, grunting into my ear that I was a good little slut, and I moaned out "thank you daddy, please fuck my hole". Pretty soon, as he was thrusting away, another guy appeared, no pants, with his hard cock out. I immediately reached out with that free hand, and pulled him over, so I could start sucking him. In another minute, as I was in heaven, getting my ass pumped over and over, and sucking on this nice, not too long, but slightly fat cock, I became aware of two more guys who'd come over, pulling their cocks out and furiously masturbating. I felt like a complete fuck-doll and I was in a trance, sucking and concentrating on the feeling of my hole being pulled in and out with the thrusts...I could not get enough. I don't know how many cocks I took, but I knew for sure that it had turned into a train when the original dungeon master came around to the front of the bench to check on me - I knew he had pulled out and re-inserted at least once, so I wasn't really positive until I saw him that the cock in my ass belonged to someone else, but I had thought so because it seemed slightly thicker. He checked on me and asked how I was feeling, and I told him I was in heaven, and I asked him if there were more people coming in...he said he didn't think so and then headed back around behind me...another guy stepped forward and I started sucking him, while I felt yet a different guy enter me from behind (he was definitely the thickest, but not that long). The guy I was sucking on pulled back slightly - he was having difficulty comfortably getting up close enough to my face - and started furiously jacking off..and I realized he was cumming - he didn't have much, but I pulled him back over and sucked/licked him clean - a nice, sharp tangy cum. The thick guy gave a few extra grunts/heaves and then pulled out. My original dom returned and I asked him for a little more lube, which he immediately supplied, and then he went to town...it was ball slapping good. He leaned over and as he twisted my nipples, whispered in my ear that the next time I wouldn't need more lube, because I'd be so filled up with cum that I'd be lubed with cum, and if at all possible, my dick got harder. All I could get out between moans was "yes daddy, please fill me up with your cum. I need more cum". I felt him give a few more hard thrusts, and then he pulled out. I undid the one restrained wrist using my free hand, and then pushed up on my elbows to scan around the tent...there wasn't really anybody left..the thick guy was pulling on his pants, and apologized to me for not lasting very long - he mumbled something about being thick and I told him, "no, thank you so much, I loved it, your cock is great". He headed out of the tent and I asked him if there was anyone else waiting for a turn, and the dom said he thought everyone had left to go over to the other party venue. He then reached around to my cock, and, sticking his thumb up my ass pulled me off in just a few strokes - the hugest load I've shot in ages. He un-buckled me and asked how I was feeling as he was getting dressed...I told him I felt amazing, that I LOVED his dungeon and that this is just exactly what I had needed...a deep fucking by a bunch of cocks. I was only sorry I didn't cum from the fucking alone, but in a way, I'm glad, because I remained ready and open. I'm not sure how many guys, probably four, but being the object of a train was incredible. I don't know how many loads I took - I may not have actually taken any (other than the two I sucked off), as my ass, although kind of slick with silicone lube, didn't seem wet nor did anything else leak back out. Of course, with a bunch of horndog pigs like that, they may have all been like the guy I remember licking the cum off of (the only load I know I definitely got) - really small loads because their balls were already long drained. I am not an actual bug chaser, and this was insanely risky, but I will be going on prep and definitely returning for more.

Last night I offered my ass up to the same guy from my previous post. He shows up and I suck him and he fucks me on my back but couldn’t cum. Said he had just jerked off so he was spent. No big deal but I was a bit miffed inside because all the cleansing one goes through in preparation. Anyhoo I’m sitting at work this morning and a young 21yo hits me up via Grindr. Wants me to come suck him and get fucked. Of course I’m game so we arrange a time. On the way to his place I’m worried about what might happen since I couldn’t wash out before going. Last thing I wanna do is ruin his experience with me. I bury this feeling and forge ahead. Upon entering his house awaits a very skinny young man. His living area was the only thing situated in his house so he offers up his couch. He sits down and whips out a nice 7 plus inch cock that I immediately take into my mouth. It was so tasty and long I couldn’t get enough. I was deep throating him then licking his shaft and balls then back to sucking and working my tongue back to deep throat. On and on I went for ages before finally standing up and pulling my jeans down. I put lube on my fingers and thrust them up my fuck hole. I reached back while bent over his coach pulling one cheek to the side so he had a good view of his target. Min a flash his cock was buried to his balls and nice deliberate thrusts into my ass pipe followed. He didn’t last long, maybe 3 minutes but each stroke was fabulous. He jammed his cock deep as he unloaded his nuts deep into my slutty ass. I could feel his cock pumping it into me. After he had bred me I thought oh no is this gonna be messy when he pulls out. I was so relieved his cock was only glistening with his cum when he pulled out. We thanked each other as I pulled up my pants. Lube and possibly cum wet all around my hole. I am still enjoying that feeling as I type this.

I am the younger of a set of fraternal twins. Our experimenting began during our bath time. We were curious and explored. My further curiosity lead to initiating contact while my twin slept. When he woke, he pushed my hand away ~ I pushed his hand away and took him in my mouth. I enjoyed sucking him for years. When older brothers moved out, I moved to another room down the hall. It wasn't long after that that I was wakened by his cock rubbing my lips. After a few nighttime visits like that... he got up on the bed (I was on my stomach) pulling @ my underwear.... and attempted to stick 'it' in me. The second/third try he entered me.... he wasn't able to cum BUT had an orgasm. Many times later... probably 3/4yrs. ~ I felt his cum inside me. NOTHING about these experiences was forced... I LOVED the feel of his fluids dripping out of me... I'll never forget the first time I heard him coming down the hall {late at night mind you}. I was already sideways on the bed, undies off, butt up, waiting to be mounted. 😏 wonderful memories.

I love to read how we are often different when it's about sex. It's so rich and complexe !

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Me: Master, how long will you make me wait before turning me into a vampire with drug resistant HIV. You know I want this. Please. I will get down on my hands and knees, degrade myself if necessary. Cumvampire1800: I know that, and how much you want to bleed for me! Me: i think about it all the time cumvampire1800: My fangs cutting the soft and hard flesh the blood spurting into me as i feast on your lifes blood! While my toxic serum pours into your body, giving you life yet. Me: exactly. yes cumvampire1800: And to suck you to the point of ejaculation and then go further! To wait until I feel your innocent seed in my mouth, before giving you mine. Me: that is like a furance erupting in me cumvampire1800: More like the light being slowly drained out! Yet you will feel the serum entering your body, going through the cock, to your balls, pouring into your body. Pozzed instantly. Me: u won't go too far I mean sucking the life out of me. I find it amazingly incendiary to think of being pozzed instantly while you drink my cum and then my blood. cumvampire1800: No I won't leave you lifeless, but there will be times i bet you will have concerns! Then I will have to show you the difference between passing on your seed and feasting on some poor stud's blood until he is lifeless. Straight men make the best ones for use to feed on. I will show you all. You know you will grow no older than you are now. Perhaps even become younger if you get enough blood from virgins. Me: ok. I love breeding college boys. High school if they are of age. cumvampire1800: You must be prepared: when i feed most men become queezy and are ill prepared for the reality of what is happening! Me: i thi\nk u may have mentioned that. Me: scary they can be brave and oft fearless, however things change dramatically when its their own blood and its ebbing from them and more importantly from such a crucial part of their bodies! Especially when they do not realize what they are getting in return. They won't die. And their seed will go on to infect others. Me: that is quite vivid. How soon can you be here, sir. Cumvampire1800 You have to summon me. I will send you instructions on how to do this. If you do it right, I will appear before you at once. Me: is there lovemaking, well...sex, before the...act? Cumvampire: if that is your wish. I am very good at making love. You will feel my fangs as I move over you. You will be so drugged by my spittle that you will not resist nor fear. At least not until the orgasm is occuring. Me: Are you saying I am chosen to receive this. To carry on. With you. Cumvampire: Yes. To a degree. After I bring you into the fold, I will show you the difference between feeding and passing on the seed. Me: Is it true I will be able to have any man I want? Cumvampire: (laughs a long time) Why don't you wait until this happens to find out. Surely you do not want to know all now. By the way, I have sent you the sheet of instructions. Now I must go. I believe I shall see you sooner than you realize. Me: Sooner the better.

This morning. Met my buddy last night around 7 and we fucked and fisted until midnight. Slept over fucked and loaded his sloppy pussy during the night and left him with a load this morning and drove him to work with his pussy still full of my loads.

On the way to my room he told me his name was Chad and he was a senior at the local high school. I could tell he was unsure of what was about to happen. I was as well but I wanted that 7 inch fat cock in me so bad. When we arrived in my room I told him to lay down while I got read. I went into the bathroom to clean out for him and to lube up a little. I must have take to long as when I came out he was out like a light sound asleep. I crawled in bed beside him and dreamed about what it would have been like and hoped he would still want my ass when he woke up. The next morning I heard him wake up and exclaim "fuck I late" he was looking for his clothes that were still out by the pool. I asked what was wrong and he said I am supposed to be at practice in 5 minutes. I told him to calm down and told him where his clothes were and said he could take the 458 to just bring it back afterwords. He was gone in a flash. Five hours later I still he still had not returned and I was starting to get worried. I had cleaned my ass and was ready but he was no where to be found. When I finally heard the car coming up the drive I was excited and hopped he still wanted to fuck my ass. I was sitting by the pool and I look up to see him and another young man and my heart skipped a beat. I knew I was about to get my ass whooped or worse. Chad said this is my friend Brett and he like your car a lot. Before I could respond Chad was pulling off his t-shirt and Brett was following suite. The next thing I knew I had to naked 18 year old boys standing in front of me with hard cocks. I looked at Chad and said so am I dreaming and he said I told Brett you have the best head and that you said I could pop your cherry and he wanted to join. His girl wont take care of him either and we both have blue balls. As he said that he started pissing on me and in my open mouth and a few seconds later so did Brett. I sucked a load our of both boys by the pool and the Chad asked if I still wanted fucked. I just stood up and said you know the way to the bedroom and all three of us headed to my room. I was pushed down on the bed on all fours and Brett shoved his 8 inch cock in my mouth. It was not as thick as Chads butt just that little bit longer. I felt Chad lubing up my ass and felt his cock head on my ass. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear. After practice I went on line and watched a porn that showed how you bitches like to get fucked. Are you read? Before I could respond he started pushing in a little slow at first. After he had the first inch or so in he whispered take it bitch and shoved in to the hilt with no mercy. I tried to cry out in pain but my mouth was full of cock. He started fucking me hard. Pounding me like his life depended on it and after a few minutes of intense pain I felt amazing and I loved it. He fucked me for 10 minutes or so and then pulled out as fast as he went in and he a Brett switched places. Brett spit on my ass and pushed in all the way and was fucking me just as hard as Chad had only he was going a little deeper. Chad shoved his cock in my mouth and I was tasting my own ass juices while sucking this beautiful boy. I hear Brett say dude I going to bread this god damn faggot this ass is amazing. I hear Chad say fuck yeah it is I already shot one load in it and I ready to go again. I had not felt Chad cum but it now explained the taste in my mouth. Brett started saying take it bitch take my god damned load and I felt his cock swell and shoot. His whole body tensed and shook with each shot of cum in my ass. When he finished he pulled out and rolled over on his side and Chad then shoved in and after about three or four strokes he said take it bitch and this time I felt him coming in my ass. I cleaned both of there dicks when they had finished and then Chad said fuck I'm hungry. I told the boys if they would like to clean up and let me clean up I would take them to the local steak house and I for buy them dinner. We cleaned up and on the way out the door to get in my G wagon Brett said I just told my mom I was staying at your house tonight Chad. Chad chuckled and said yeah I told my mom I would be at yours. I knew then it was not over and my ass was in for a wield ride.

When I got home I had another shower. I’m pretty used to a hard deep fucking but I wasn’t prepped for the tool that raped me in the dark room. But even thinking about it made me hard again and while my hole still hurt I fingered my cunt and pulled the sweet cum from my hole and lapped it up. My mind also wandered to Jacques - astride the bench as a muscled twink rode his massive member. I recognised the twink from the gym - is once licked his arse out in a sauna having watched him being gang fucked by three black dudes. They were happy to let me watch and lick their cocks clean after they’d successively dumped their loads in his tight pussy. Now, I admit I was jealous. Not only because he had been fucked by the hottest guy I knew, but also that Jacques had turned me down. I flushed with embarrassment and anger and yanked my cock up and down until I spewed a wad of cum into my hand and ate it. Towelling off, I slipped into bed next to my boyfriend and fell asleep, my mind wandering into a scene where I had Jacques deep in my cunt and the twink riding my face with his cummy hole. My life resumed its humdrum routine. Work, swim, wank and occasional fuck with my boyfriend. We didn’t party that often mainly because he suffered the worst come down but getting cock elsewhere was always considered fine. As he was fit as fuck and carried a massive weapon between his legs, my boyfriend was always getting sex and even had a number of regulars that he would see. Sometimes they’d come round and I’d witness him fucking them. Sometimes I’d join in, or watch or sometimes he’d watch as we did each other for his amusement. The following day I went downstairs bollock naked and still horny to see my boyfriend’s legs spread and a young guy desperately trying to swallow his cock. As he drew breath he looked up, saw me and gave a quick start. “Suck it, boy,” growled my boyfriend as he pushed the boy’s mouth back on to his cock making him gag and flounder for breath. He was my boyfriend’s typical fuck. A young, slim skater boi - smooth, lean and with a hard tight arse he liked to break. He’d had this boy around a couple of times, usually after the boi had had a spliff. Last time his yelling could be heard in our driveway so it was a good thing we lived in a detached house. The boy had seen me before and today he didn’t react when he saw me standing there with my morning wood. He was wearing exactly what he was told to wear, the cum n’ piss-stained jock my boyfriend had been abusing him in for at least a year. A jock that had become piss and cum stained after I had worn it for a few sessions of hard abuse by my boyfriend. Even from where I was standing I could catch the scent of it, and it made my cock drip. I winked at my boyfriend as he took two deep huffs from the open poppers bottle before placing his hand on the back of skater boi’s head and starting to skull fuck him, his gagging and retching echoing around the room. I wandered around to take a closer look and realised that my boyfriend must have been mega horny that morning. There were hand marks on skater boi’s arse and back and as he was kneeling I could see the tell tale marks that he had already been fucked, fingered and abused - his cunt was red and raw, and there was already cum dripping onto the floor. I smiled to my boyfriend and knelt down to take a closer look. I traced my tongue down the boi’s slim back to the top of his arse, which he pushed out in eager anticipation. I didn’t need a second invitation and buried my face in his hole. I could smell my boyfriend’s precum and cum and as I grabbed the boi’s arse I pushed my tongue in. As well as precum and cum I also scented the sweet metallic smell of blood. So I reckoned my boyfriend hadn’t even let him strip but had probably fucked him up against the hallway wall the minute he had arrived, dry and unprepared. Knowing my boyfriend he hasn’t even been generous enough to offer him a hit of poppers, basically fucking his cunt raw without any lube or preparation, masking his squeals of pain with his hand over his mouth and nose. Skater boi moaned as he felt my tongue in his already battered gash, pushing out the load for me. I loved a guy’s first load of the day, it was thick and rich and very salty. I swallowed it gratefully and positioned myself ready to fuck him. Handing me the poppers my boyfriend signalled his approval by leaning forward and tweaking my tits. I slid my cock into the boi’s arse and released a moan myself as I felt his wet insides grip my hard cock. I slowly started to pump my boyfriend’s spunk back in his hole as the poppers took effect. I watched my cock slide in and out for a while, not even close to cumming, feeling my balls slap against his arse. But I knew what my boyfriend really wanted. What he always wanted when he had a boi cunt and was this horny. Pulling the boi off his massive cock I lay down and turned the boi towards me. He didn’t need any prompting and slid down on my cock looking relieved that he could just about managed it. I smiled at him and handed him the poppers. He smiled as I forced him to take four deep hits. I pulled him towards me and gripped his head. His smile quickly turned to confusion and panic as he felt my boyfriend slot in behind him. His eyes widened as he felt his massive cock try and force itself into his already occupied arse. Trying to pull away he was powerless as we both held him down. I watched as his eyes dilated even more and his started to moan in apparent protest as the second, bigger, thicker cock forced its way past the relatively tight entrance of his boi cunt. Fuck the boi was tight and I reckoned hadn’t been double fucked that often if at all. I could feel my boyfriend’s shaft squeezed up against mine, forcing skater boi’s arse muscles to stretch, mixing my precum with his as the boi was forced to take both cocks. His moans quickly became breathless grunts of pain as my boyfriend started to slowly fuck him with ever increasing pace, sliding deeper with every thrust. Feeding him a few more hits of poppers, I held skater boi’s head as he intoned the words “God” and “Fuck” in perfect time to the increasingly harder, deeper synchronised thrusts of both cocks. Skater boi’s sweat was dripping into my face and his cock was hard against my stomach, precum dripping onto my six pack. I gobbed in his mouth then kissed him, sliding one hand to his engorged cock and wanking him. His face dropped to kiss my neck as the black cock drove deeper than ever, our balls stuck together by leaking arse juices, cum and sweat. Suddenly skater boi started to moan loudly as cum shot from his hard cock and over my stomach, chest and neck. Holding his head down I looked up to see my boyfriend’s face contort as he delivered a second load, feeling it explode alongside my shaft, coating our cocks and burning the insides of the boi’s arse. As his fucking subsided I couldn’t hold out any more and with a yell deposited my own load into skater boi’s ravaged passage. We lay there, locked together for a few moments before I felt my boyfriend’s cock slide out with a satisfying slushy pop. Seconds later he pulled my cock out and I felt his tongue lick my shaft clean before turning its attention to the boi’s arse, brimming with our cum. He moaned as he sucked out the salty load and slapping skater boi’s head out of the way, dropped the milky deposit into my greedy mouth before snogging me. Untangling ourselves, he picked up his boxers and slipped them on as I snogged the boi, sharing the last of our seed with him as he slowly recovered from the unplanned double fuck. My boyfriend collected the boi’s clothes, dropped them next to us and then headed upstairs for a shower. Skater boi’s hand went to his arse, feeling the temporary damage to his youthful hole. I grabbed his fingers and licked them clean before I slid out from under him and we stood up. As he bent over to pick up his jeans I knelt down and pulled his arse onto my face again as I pushed him against the sofa. He didn’t resist as I licked out his arse, exhorting him to push everything out. I swallowed the final sloppy contents of his fucked arse before turning him around to lick his cock clean. Then I sat back and watched as he dressed and headed out without turning back, with only the slightest of limps due to the attention given to his butt. He’d be back and next time probably take my fist I thought. Closing the bottle of poppers after one final sniff, I placed them on the table, wiped the head of my cock clean and licking my fingers and then headed upstairs. Shower. Shave. Work. Swim.

I was at a sex party. I was in a cage, naked, with my butt backed up to the bars, getting fucked by some old, fat guy outside the cage, and I'm beating my meat, and I look up, and there's a guy from work watching. Grinning. We don't work in the same dept., and we're not really friends, and we've never spoken of it, but... you know when he sees me in the food court, or an elevator, that's what he thinks of. And I wonder how many people he's told. And that is so fucking hot.

I tried to move around a bit, straining against the ropes that tied me up. I moved my arms, and I could feel immediately getting choked by a noose around my throat. My feet were also tied together, and to my hands, all in one length of rope, it seemed. And there was something going on with my ass... I felt stuffed, sort of. I tried to say something, but a gag was muffling my sounds. However, my ... captor...? Master? Daddy? Kidnapper? heard me. He came over to me and looked down on my pathetic trials to get loose. He put a foot to my throat, pinning me down and stilling me immediately. I looked up as the young, vulnerable slut I was. His foot removed the gag from my mouth, only to replace it. I was sucking his toes trying to not make him angry. My cock started to get hard, actually... so I knew the drug was wearing off. - Was this your first Tina, boy? , he asked. I nodded hesitantly. - mmmm....it won't be your last. Here, drink some Gatorade. I guzzled the drink down. Wow... I immediately felt woozy again, a rush going straight to my hole... - You like it? I nodded again... not sure I could speak. - Good boy. He turned me over and released my feet, only to hold them in his hands and spreading my legs wide apart. My twitching hole was right in his sight and he didn't even hesitate one second - his dickhead nuzzled against my boy cunt and then he plunged right back inside me. I gasped. It didn't hurt, but he was filling me up so good. Man, I am a real boy whore... I just wanted more of his cock and I moaned loudly to let him know it. He obliged by fucking med deeply for a long while... - Man this looks sooo good on camera, another voice said... and I jumped - who, what? Where's that guy, where did he come from? I looked around and saw a man.... well, a younger guy, but still in his 20's. Handsome, latino guy with a very very hard cock - and he's holding a camcorder filming me getting plowed by my captor. - yeah, he said, he's already had a load and some T in him... and now some G, too! - oh a real boy whore then... He put the camcorder down, still aimed at me and my captor, filming me getting my second load in me. He started masturbating and getting his cock even harder, and now they switched places.... fuck soooo goood.... The latino guy is sliding inside me easily, I'm high, loose, lubed by cum.... oh, it's easy to fuck me. He starts fucking me hard. Man, my limp cock is just bouncing and I'm just thinking I want more, much more...I am such a horny boy slut, getting fucked by strangers in their house getting higher and higher... His load is so big, it overflows my ass and starts dripping out while he tries to pound it all back inside me. I feel satisfied for now, and would love to leave, go back home and relish in mancum the rest of the night. But no, they have other plans.

no it isn't okay. if you're having unprotected sex with an unknown partner, and serostatus isn't discussed, that isn't stealthing. it's just situational ignorance. if the condom fails without assistance, that isn't stealthing. if you're having sex with someone and you've led them to believe that you're negative and/or that you're using an unaltered condom when in fact you aren't, that's stealthing. you don't get to decide what your partner 'really' wants/needs/deserves. there are plenty of guys out there actively looking for poz seed. forcing it on someone who doesn't want it is rape, in my opinion, and that is never okay.

There - that’s what I’m talking about, what I’m trying to find, along with the addition that the Top takes it for granted that he can fuck me with abandon, throw his whole sexual self into it, Dominate me, hate-fuck me, cock me down, own me - whether it’s simply all about him, or whether he wants to show me how a Man fucks a faggot.

Actually, you could go to one of the 3 saunas in the Village. I just Googled "Hotels Gay Village Montreal" and you get all the possiblilities. One better than the other? Aside from Hôtel Gouverneur Montréal, I don't know them

Also you must take into context "regular" if you only douch for sex then you will be fine. Unless you one of those super lucky bottoms that get fucked everyday and douching is the least of your health concern. Just take omega or fish oil tablets before and after every douch and probiotics or yogurt and have a bottle of Gatorade or a banana ready during your fucks so you don't pass out from electrolyte depletions. The problem is most of these studies do not factor in a gay bottoms lifestyle.

Coño brother this story just keeps getting better and better...

lol, well mine certainly has changed. One particular Dom FB made it His goal to permanently change it, which i realized after the fact because He was very patient, slow and methodical (changed it over about a year and a half). But honestly, it was already a pussy when He got to it, He did make it more permanently opened though. It's definitely more of a sex organ now than an elimination organ. I.e. it's much more equipped for receiving than retaining. i wouldn't say i'm proud of it, but it feels damned sexy.

i did a search for some study evidence re enemas, here's what i found: https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3348737/ (i cut and pasted the pertinent part) "Enemas general act by causing rectal distention and sometimes irritation of the rectal mucosa. Although generally safe, enemas may cause serious damage to the rectum by misinsertion resulting in trauma to the rectal mucosa. Phosphate Enemas Commercially available sodium phosphate enemas are hypertonic solutions, which cause stimulation and some degree of macro and microscopic irritation of the rectal mucosa. Like most other OTC agents, there is little convincing evidence of their efficacy, mostly because of lack of well-designed trials. It is important to ensure that a patient using a phosphate enema can evacuate promptly as hyperphosphatemia has been described in multiple case reports, sometimes life-threatening in severity. Saline, Tap Water, and Soapsuds Enemas Saline, tap water, and soapsuds enemas also cause rectal distention, prompting evacuation. As a group, they are less irritating to the rectal mucosa if used in small volumes. With larger volumes, water intoxication has been reported with tap water enemas. Similarly, electrolyte disturbances have also been reported with larger volume soapsuds enemas. Saline enemas have been proposed as a survival technique in situations without pure freshwater."

That would be perfect for morning sex lol Kills two birds lol

hey brian.......i'm visiting richmond, VA.....am from here, but just here for couple weeks to see fam.......bi white masc 8c TOP 41yo, neg/std free......mild to wild, verbal raw dom TOP here.....is thre is chemistry im into it. I will not fuck a hole that has been dicked all night/day/weekend......hit me up if you are interested, i have pics/vids....give you my number........

Okay, let me try to be clear (English is not my mother tongue so it can be tricky). First of all : yes I am a top, yes I'll fuck him anyway, yes it will be rough. I don't necessarily want the fight to be not fair. If you know how to fight, let's go ! If you are better than me, I'll fuck you to punish you to dare fight me, if I am better than you, I'll fuck you because you are just a weak peace of meat. It's kind of a game I think. It's a fetish for me, and I guess often fetish are king of a game. I think it's mainly because I like this kind of relationship between men : based on strength, Domination, virility... The last thing you have to know, I guess, it's that I am a growing sado and I take more and more pleasure when I hurt someone (who like it of course, all consentual!). So, fighting is a good way to hit and hurt. I hope I was clear enough

This bottom cumslut has never asked for a condom and I can’t think of the last time I asked about status. If a cock gets anywhere near my mouth or ass, it’s going in me with or without(preferable) a condom. I know of at least 2 guys who fucked me who undetectable. They didn’t disclose and I didn’t ask. Lately I have been looking at poz profiles...

Super horny and the "date" I had lined up fell through, so I went online and found a guy taking loads in his hotel room. Messaged him and told him I was looking for anon ass an hoped it was sloppy. He told me to come over and yes it was. Got to his room, door was unlocked, lights were out, and his beautiful white ass was in the air and ready. I teased his hole for a minute and asked him how many loads he had so far today. He said four. I stuck my finger in and it was definitely well lube with cum. I was rock hard by then and slowly pushed my way inside him. His hole was tight and slick and he obviously loved having hard cock inside him. Gave him a long slow fuck and if felt amazing shooting my load inside him. I kept going as long as I could after, getting really turned on thinking about my cum mixing with those four other guys inside his hot ass. Once I felt myself getting limp I pulled out and left. I think 5 is my favorite number now.

Two hot tops, especially the blonde stud!

I've had a dry spell in my little rural town in upstate New York. I was so horny this weekend and was on all the Apps looking for a top to give me a load. Feeling a little desperate, I finally hit on a very nerdy, skinny looking guy who was half my age. He had chatted with me a few times but I brushed him off based on his profile and his photos. I sent him a message and asked if he was still interested. Thankfully, he was. I went to his apartment expecting the worst. He was as small as I figured (short and thin) and he appeared like and had the mannerisms of a real nerd. We kissed and I was surprised that it was as good as it was. The guy knew how to kiss. He led me to his bedroom and he awkwardly undressed as I yanked off my shorts and shirt to stand before him naked. And there he was naked, very attractive body and sporting a large, uncut cock. He was hard in no time and I was down on it in no time. Sucking him and deep throating him was pure joy. We got onto his bed and he mounted me missionary style. I was feeling his beautiful go in and thrust slowly in and out of my hole. It felt great and he was wonderful at it all. He was very passionate and laid on top of me tight. We kissed during most of it and I held him tight. Even though he was mostly quiet, his breathing and thrusting changed so I knew the load was cumming. It was great. He unloaded in me and didn't stop. He switched to slow thrusting and kind of churned his load in me for a while. It was fantastic. I so want to be fucked by him again. I really learned that a profile and photos can be very misleading. I wish I had said yes to him earlier.

Slim and long. I enjoy a slow, long penetration where it feels like a snake is slithering up my hole. I also enjoy effortless penetration. Whenever it’s time for My Top to breed me it has to be balls deep...the deeper the better!

I was double penetrated by two bull tops. It was hot af. They stretched and wrecked my ass. But I endured it to satisfy those Alpha Males. My hole even bled. Those Men turned my ass into a cunt. My ass eventually tightened back up some but I can get pounded by single dicks easily. I guess those Bulls did me a solid by making me a pussy boy. To me, a pussy boy will let a huge dick wreck and stretch his ass all to satisfy the current Alpha Male.

1. Brotherly Love Hi my name is Liam, I’m 18 years old and have a secret: I have worshiped my brother for as long as I can remember and whilst he is only 3 years older than me he, Ben, always acted and looked much older whereas I knew from early on that I am attracted to guys Ben ogling over shirtless men on TV, internet search men’s underwear pages and sneaking a peak in the school locker rooms. Ben’s naughty boyish smile that got attention wherever he went and could have any girls or boys he wanted as they couldn’t take their eyes off him. He always had a ready joke and was a prankster and clown at heart, always doing something to make himself laugh, usually at the expense of me. Sex was never spoken about at home, but I guess Ben realised my preferences as he always looked out for his nerdy bookish sibling when being called out “Gayboy” when being the last to be picked for school sports. In my fantasy I suspected my brother maybe Bi, if not gay because when he had friends to stay they shared his room, the guest in his bed and Ben supposedly on a put-you-up alongside. When puberty hit my cock had a mind of its own and I discovered wanking…now it made sense what those sounds in the next-door bedroom were all about. One-time hearing tell-tale sounds from within I burst in the room on the pretence of retrieving a book I had lent him to find them in bed, the friend on his back and my brother on top…” Fuck’s up with you?” he shouted as I stood open mouthed, “Can’t you see we’re practicing wrestling?” I shot out of the room and never mentioned it again, too afraid to ask for rear of the consequences but when they went out to the Park to play football I darted into his room went straight to the laundry hamper and there it was, a balled up old T-shirt with the now soaked in evidence of last night. I covered my face in it trying to smell and absorb Ben’s essence through the material, but to my disappointment, all I could smell was the intoxicating scent of his deodorant and washing detergent so I licked the damp patch for a taste of his salty cum and got an instant boner! I grabbed the shirt tossed on my bed and covered it under the duvet to become my cum-rag trophy. Throughout school and college Ben brought home a succession of girls but seldom for a second time and all dad said was, “That’s my boy!” I tried to hide my sexuality but think mum knew as I always batted away the question of “do you have a girlfriend or someone special yet?” with an answer of “I don’t want to disrupt my studies.” I got my thrills from catching Ben in the shower or bath and glimpses of him in his tight white boxer briefs that showed off his bubble butt and package brilliantly. I could never be quite sure how if Ben made a ‘show’ on purpose or I was just incredibly lucky catching him naked or semi-naked so often. However, when Ben left college, got himself a good job and moved into a small house with a work colleague for a housemate we saw less and less of one another. Occasionally Ben would come home for a good feed up and sometime brought Olly his housemate along too. They were always fun together, easy and relaxed in each other’s company and I remember once when mum asked Olly if Ben was getting into trouble playing the field with the girls in the office he replied, “Don’t worry Mrs Hart I’ll keep him straight!” Ben burst out laughing and behind mums back showed him his middle finger to Olly…but I saw it all. On my way to college I had to pass one of the skankier public toilets in town and quickly found out the joys to be had within as you could always get a good look at what’s on offer whilst standing at the urinal and being young I was always popular to be wanked or sucked off, never daring to going any further. One day on a free period I thought I’d spend the time in the cottage, but only found older guys who looked wolfishly at me. I was scared and ducked into the one empty stall available…and found a largish gloryhole. Immediately as I unzipped and dropped my trousers my cock sprang to life before I even sat down…I saw movement from the other side as a gorgeous veiny 8-inch uncut cock is pushed through. A primal feeling took over. I dropped to my knees without a hint of hesitation, eager to get close. I brought my face as close as I could, feeling the heat radiate off it, the strong masculine scent that suddenly pierced the air. The hard flesh moved lightly up and down with his breathing, excitement brewing as a pearl of pre-cum rose from the piss-slit and enticingly there was just enough space of the gloryhole for me to see some of his heavy shaved balls too. I was in heaven.

I had to get a cab home and I’m always convinced that the taxi driver knows what I’ve been doing, that my cunt is loaded with strangers cum and that I’m a whore. Sadly, I’ve never been one of those guys who gets fucked by a horny hung taxi driver. Never. When I got home all the lights were off so I knew I had some time. I paid the driver and went inside. I turned in the hall lamp and went upstairs. Shucking my clothes I decided not to have a shower. I reeked of sex and there was the faintest whiff of T on my skin. Opening the walk-in wardrobe I went to the back, opened the door and pulled open the lowest drawer. Jocks, shorts and leather - and all with that musty post sex smell. After a session we’d just drop our used in, only cleaning it when the reek of sex, piss and cum began to permeate our other clothes. I chose a red jock and sniffed it. Not too ripe and still a bit damp from when my boyfriend fucked and pissed all over me a few days before. Then I returned to the main bedroom and pulled a box from under the bed. Inside, toys, chains, poppers, lube. I smiled. I’d keep it basic tonight. I pulled out a butt plus, licked it and as I pushed it into my cunt I wiped up the seed that had started leaking from my hole. As I walked into one of our spare bedrooms I pulled the wrapping off both bottles of poppers. Opening another cupboard I retrieved a small black plastic box and checked inside. Everything was stocked up. Turning on the TV I used my phone to connect it to the web. People always wondered why one whole wall was given up to a TV, as it sprang to life I smiled at the thought of if they only knew. Porn - and I mean hard, extreme fucking and arse play bareback porn erupted into the screen in stereo. Lying back on the bed, I took a deep hit of poppers and tweaked my tits. Moaning, smiling and dripping from cock and leaking from cunt, I waited.

I have to admit the text from Toby asking if I wanted to fuck his arse has improved my mood slightly. His twink arse was tight and always tasty because as I’d found out to my horny delight was that he was a real cock whore. The kind of preppy whore in waiting that I wish I had been when I was growing up. But I had to wait til college before I first took cock. From what he’d told me he’d been taking cock since he was 16 or 17. Taking it. And giving it. He was alone that night as his parents had gone away until Saturday morning and as he had to “study” they’d taken his younger siblings with them. On the surface he was a Grade A sports all rounder; destined for a good college, a good job and a wife. Underneath he was a dirty minded fuck boi who loved cum. As I turned into the alley that led to the back of his house I pulled my wet speedos of the plastic bag that I always placed them in after a swim. Pulling my semi hard cock out of my chinos, I pissed all over them, not caring if I pissed over my hands and placing them back in their plastic bag. Job done I walked to his back gate and pushed it open. I walked into a garden with a large pool. A set of French windows opened into a conservatory. From where I stood I could hear the deep beat of techno music - not loud enough to annoy the neighbors but loud enough to mask any sounds not normally associated with twilight; dim lighting in the pool and discernible a glass pipe. Toby was in a greedy mood. I stripped down and slipped my Speedo’s on, pushing all my clothes into my bag. I walked up to the pool and dropped my bag to one side. I heard waves in the pool and turn to see Toby slowly swimming towards me. Even in the light I could see his was wide-eyed. And naked. I lay down on a sun bed and watched as he lazily emerged from the pool and stretched. His cock was stiff and his balls jutted out because of the thick rubber cockring I knew he was wearing. He wandered over and sat spreadeagled at the end of the bed. It was a warm night and the water had dried on his skin. Only his hair an the tip of his cock were dripping. He leaned forward to kiss me. “Hi, baby.” His lips touched me and with one hand he grazed my tits making me moan. He traced his lips down my torso, stopping to lick my belly button before taking a deep sniff, moaning with delight and burying his face deep in my pissy speedos. After we’d first met it was clear that Toby was more than your average young gay boy. He had been debauched and ruined at the age of 16 by a summer sports coach and his buddy. And I mean ruined. How they had recognized the dirty whore in him was beyond me but by the end of the summer he was their cum rag, whored out to friends and strangers and on a permanent supply of Prep. I’d never heard the full story but he’d promised to tell me everyone one day. Tonight after all the teasing and disappointment, Toby was exactly what I needed. I watched as he the piss from my Speedo’s, reaching in pull my cock and balls free to lick the sweat and piss and pre cum from them. He yanked my Speedo’s all the way off and threw them into the pool, and looked up expectantly. I smiled at him and pull his mouth onto my cock. Without a moments hesitation I slowly started to dribble warm piss into his mouth. He gripped my hips as I put my hand on the back of his head. I felt my bladder relax as it started to release a controlled torrent of piss down his throat. I didn’t want him to miss a drop and sure enough he didn’t, but he kept sucking my cock for a while and I admit I was almost enjoying it too much. But I was on a clock. I pulled him off my computer and playfully slapped his face and pointed at the pipe. He grinned and picked it up, lit it and handed it to me. I took a drag and held it. Fuck I needed this and his cunt. I stood up and flexed knowing he wanted to see my hard, dripping pierced cock. I watched as he took a drag then laid out on the sun bed and raised his legs. I know what that meant. I knelt down and sniffed and licked his wet hole. Fuck he was loaded. I isn’t know how many loads were buried in his cunt but I was determined to bleed my seed and mix it in. Grabbing his ankles I pushed my cock against his boy-tight hole. He moaned as I felt his cunt muscle resist for a few second before I popped into his warm arse. A cummy arse is an amazing thing. On a physical level, it’s wet and warm and indescribably moist. On some kind of metaphysical level the idea of plunging my bare, pierced cock into a swirling mass of dna, precum and blood was mind blowing. I knew I wouldn’t last long so I grabbed his hands and placed them on my tits. Toby was obedient as I started to rhythmically pound his cunt he tweaked and teased my nipples. It felt amazing. Gazing into his eyes as my cock sloshed into his well used hole. So good that before long I was shooting my wad in to his sloppy mancunt, depositing my load for the first part of its journey. He grinned and rose up to snog me. I whispered into his ear that it was my turn and he didn’t resist. I slid my cock out of him and watched him disappear into the house. Lying there, I took another hit and played with my semi hard cock. Soon enough he was back and handed me the tool and bent over. We both chuckled as I pushed his mum’s turkey baster into his cunt to the hilt and pulled out a guey load of cum. I held it up to the dim light, mesmerised. I’ll never ceased to be amazed by manseed. It’s colour, texture and power. I slapped his arse and we swapped places, my legs in the air, cunt spread. Smiling, he took the baster and pushed it into my guts and released the warm load into cunt. I sighed. The warmth spread deep into my guts as I received the dna of god knows how many men and my own. Loaded with my own spunk has always been such a fucking turn on. Pulling out the baster he leaned forward to kiss me, inserting the baster between our lips to lick it clean. Then without any ceremony he rammed his big headed cock into my cunt. Holding it tight so no cum could escape, he rammed my cunt like some adolescent virgin, dumping his seed a final deposit. He shuddered as he emptied his nuts into my guts before pulling out. He kissed me, smiled and thanked me. It was my cue to leave. I slapped his arse and promised to come back soon. Leaving him dozing I got dressed and left the way I came. I needed to get home in time for what I really needed.

Over the next week I continued my regime of two swims every day. But purposefully I made sure my swim at the end of the day was longer. For the first four days I didn’t see the tattooed guy despite staying til almost closing and showering in the same stall where I’d first spied his monster cock. On Friday as I walked into the changing room, there he was. He’s clearly finished his swim and was toweling himself dry in his boxers. In the low light his muscles rippled under the magnificent artwork that covered his body. I walked passed him and opened a locker at the end of the row. “Hey.” I turned around. He had one foot on the bench to dry his leg and was smiling at me. “Hey.” A flash caught my eye and I spied the flint of his piercing as his cock peeked out from the end of his boxers. “Haven’t seen you in a while,” he said. I turned away as I felt my cox twitch. “I’ve been coming later,” I replied. “Yeah, my times are fucked up cos of work too.” I pulled my tee off and shrugged off my chinos, pulling my speedos out in a fluid movement and desperately trying not to think of his cock. And him jerking it under the shower. “You wear those?” “What?” “Speedos.” I looked back at him. He was now in his jeans, the waist band of his boxers showing as he stretched a polo shirt over his tight body. “Yeah. Less resistance in the water.” I winced. He smiled and sat down on the bench. “Is that true?” He was looking straight at me as I held the speedos. There was nothing else to do. “Yes.” I pull off my pants hoping my cock wasn’t too erect and slid my speedos into the inviting lycra feeling it cup my tightening balls. He watched me intently. “Cool. Couldn’t wear them myself. I’d feel too exposed.” He stared at me as I turned to face him. “I’m sure you’d look good in a pair.” Our eyes locked. “Perhaps. Well enjoy your swim and catch you sometime.” He grabbed his backpack and in seconds was gone. As the door swung shut I sighed and released the blood that I’d held back for so long into my cock. It hardened in my Speedo’s as I walked to the pool for a long swim. Over the next few weeks, I continued my refined regime and we saw each other perhaps once or twice a week - the same “Heys” and genteel conversation. But the same frisson as our eyes locked. But nothing more. One night I arrived much later than normal. It had not been a good day at work. I stormed into the changing room and stopped dead. There he was. He had his back to me but he was in a pair of Speedo’s. Classic Speedo’s. Black. He spun round. “Oh, hi.” “Hello.” He looked distinctly uncomfortable so I walked past him to my usual locker and started undressing. I got down to my briefs when he said: “What do you think?” I turned around. He was standing facing me. The bulge in the black Lycra made my mouth water. “You look good,” I stammered. Our eyes locked for a second longer than they should have before he laughed. “Nah. I don’t think so. But they were in the sale so I thought I’d see what they looked like.” He grabbed his jeans and pulled them on. Grabbing his tee he headed for the door. “Have a good swim.” I finished my swim and showered. There was a polite cough and I looked up as I was changing. It was one of the gym attendants. “Sorry, we’re closed. I didn’t think there was anyone down here after Jack left. I’ll need to let you out the back door.” Jack. That was his name. I apologised and followed the attendant through the back of the gym. I didn’t realise it went back so far until he opened a door, wished me goodnight and I stepped out into the twilight and into somewhere I didn’t recognise. I paused to get my bearings and realised I was in the housing estate. I didn’t realise that the it wrapped itself around the gym to this extent. I sighed. I would have to double back through the estate and get my bike. I hiked my backpack onto my back and headed around the gym. As I looked, I realised that the estate wasn’t as grim as I thought it was. All the flats looked well appointed and I realised they had a distinct design to them. Without thinking I flipped my phone out and searched Google. Sure enough, the estate had been designed by a famous architect and had, long ago stopped being social housing. “I’d be careful about doing that here.” It was Jack. He was in faded blue jeans that gripped his legs, a black tee and boots. “Oh, hi. Jack.” He looked at me quizzically. “How’d you know my name?” I recounted what had happened at the gym; he smiled and said that he lived in the estate and would walk part way back with me. Side by side we started our journey. I found out his name was Jacques, he was an artist so did odd jobs and “this and that” and suddenly he stopped walking. “Well this is where I live,” pointing up a stairwell. He paused as I adjusted my backpack and shuffled from foot to foot. “I’m heading your way but just need to pick something up. Do you want to wait, I’ll only be a second. Or come up.” He looked at me straight-eyed. I pretended to look around us. “I’ll come up, if you don’t mind.” He smiled and made some joke about it being the safest neighbourhood in town as I followed him up the stairs. At the top he unlocked a door and walked in, not stopping to see if I was following. It was not what I was expecting. Down a short corridor his apartment opened into a large open space. And at the far end, floor to ceiling windows with what I can only describe as a magnificent view of the city. When I tore my eyes away from the view I realised he had disappeared. I sat down on the sofa and waited. My eyes wandered to the table and widened. There, in plain sight was a spliff and a bolt piercing. “Ah, there it is.” Jacques suddenly appeared and leaning over the table grabbed the spliff then sat on the opposite sofa. I looked up and he was staring at me, spliff in hand. “I need this tonight. You don’t mind do you?” I shook my head and said it was fine and didn’t bother me as I’d had a hard week too. I winced at my choice of words. He smiled and pulled out a lighter. “Shall we have a quick toke before we go?” Without waiting for an answer he lit the spliff and took a deep grab. Whistling through his teeth and leaned over and handed it to me, and fell back against the sofa, spreading his legs. I took a deep hit and held it in. Christ it was good stuff and started working it’s magic immediately. I looked back at him and shrugging my pack off, I handed it back and leaned into my own sofa. My mind was in overdrive. One side was enjoying the effects of the smoke, the other wondered what the holy fuck was going on. As we shared the spliff, we chatted. I told him I was an accountant, lived with a “partner” of twenty years and had been swimming since I was twelve. He was half American, half French and had moved to the city after an”ugly break up.” Whenever we swapped the spliff our fingers touched, lingering more with each share. Suddenly he lunged into his back pack at the side of the sofa and threw something at me. “Here. These are for you.” By reflex I caught them and looked down. Speedos. Red speedos. I looked at him. “I bought them and some others when I got the other pair. Reckon you’ll get more use out of them.” He smiled and I watched as he expertly rolled another spliff. Not looking up he said: “Try ‘em on.” As he licked the spliff closed he looked at me. Stared at my face. My mind exploded. Then I decided. I stood up. Kicked off my shoes and stared back. Grabbing the lighter he lit the new smoke and sat back. I pulled off my shirt, unbuckled my chinos and slipped my fingers into the waistband of my pants and shoved my trousers down. He raised an eyebrow, not taking his eyes off my face. I leaned down and hooked my ankles through the speedos. And pulled them up. Keeping eye contact I rearranged my junk, now semi erect, in front of him. He stunned out the spliff and stood up. He smiled at me and as I watched he pulled off his boots, shucked his tee and dropped his jeans. Underneath he was wearing yellow speedos. I gasped at the contrast with his hard muscled body and inked skin. Sitting back down he spread his legs, relighting the spliff and handed it to me. “Cool.”

You needn't apologize young man, you're absolutely correct!

Had the chance to reconnect with a hotel sex group that I played with up until a year or so ago. Walked in, paid my donation, and started stripping while chatting with a couple fully clothed guys on the couch. One of the older guys started rubbing as his crotch while I undressed, and the host told him I had a nice tight ass. This seemed to pique his interest more. I showered, collected by poppers and lube (I always bring my own), and headed into the darkened bedroom. The bedroom is draped with blackout shades over the windows, so all you see are silhouettes shadowy figures moving around the room -- a total turn on for me. A few random hands caressed my body. There seemed to be about 7 guys hanging out in the dark. I could hear some subtle moaning and slurping. I felt a hardon behind me, starting to rub against my hole. I wasn't gonna rush into a fuck, so I turned around, dropped to my knees, and began sucking him. The cock was 7" or so and had a nice girth. I'd want this in my ass eventually. Someone slipped poppers beneath my nose, and I took a long draw off the bottle. As the rush washed over me, someone started fingering my hole, and I reached back to add some lube. I started sucking on a second cock, moving back and forth between the two, and feeling the rush that cums with having my hole played with. After a short while, I stood up. There were four guys standing close by, including the two I'd been sucking and at least one guy who was fingering me, though I wasn't sure which guy it was. The vibe was good so I took another hit of poppers and walked to the bed in the back of the room. One of the guys applied some pressure to my back, and I dropped onto all fours on top of the bed. I immediately felt a hardon rubbing against my hole. "Are you gonna fuck him bare?" someone asked from behind me. "If he lets me." In response, I just reached back and glazed his cock with lube from my bottle. The shaft was long and nicely proportioned -- not too thick for the first fuck of the evening, slightly curved upward, and had a fun head on it that would stretch my hole a bit. He moaned as I slicked up his dick, and he quickly positioned the head at my hole. I felt the pressure on my prostate and the pop as it pushed past the sphincter. Poppers were pressed under my nose again, and I took two long hits. Thus started 45 minutes of relentless fucking and being spit roasted. 4 different guys fucked my ass, slipping their bare cocks in and pumping away, and pounding my unrestricted hole. The older guy from the couch had made his way back and had a massive 9+ cock. He rolled me onto my back, didn't say a word, and pushed up inside me. I moaned like crazy while he pumped me hard. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck yeah!!! Breed me!" I know I asked for his load at least 6 times. He never said a word, and was obviously lost in his own pleasure as he fucked me. I felt the rhythm of his pumping change, becoming more deliberate, and he spread my legs wider and started plunging longer and deeper. All I could do was grunt, "yeah! yeah! yeah!" and was totally his to use. He released his load into my hole with a long growl and a few deep, lingering thrusts; I could feel his body quake as his load spilled into me. There were comments all around as he bred me, and I heard someone refer to me as a cumdump. I felt a hot thrill hearing that. As soon as he stepped away, another body filled the space and was positioning himself to fuck me. I took his load and another after that until there were no more takers and the room pretty much emptied out. My ass, balls and cock were covered in used lube and cum. I had that heady rush when I finally stood up, catching my balance and feeling my hole twinge as the muscles contracted again. I walked out to the bathroom to shower and heard a couple guys talking about it. There were only three guys left, and they were finishing dressing, when I came out naked to find where I'd stashed my clothes. There were some congenial thanks, though other than the older guy, I couldn't say which of them had fucked me in the dark. Loved feeling like the slut in the room (which is tough to be at a sex party). I'll be going back again next week.

Part Six: Swallowing Every Drop *********************************************** Cocks, no matter how hard they get, are still flesh. When push comes to shove (literally), inevitably they bend, flex, contract. But metal? Metal never gives way to flesh; it pushes flesh aside, maintaining its movement and motion at the expense of flesh. And such was exactly the case with Tom's barbell as I felt it slowly pulling out over my second ring, my soft tissue--already brutalized--stretching awkwarldly and tenderly as the pair of balls slid over it. Tom slowly pulled back, then pushed forward again and slowly buried himself to the hilt once more. "Mmmm, yeah. You feel me deep inside you there? My head and bar feel so wet, Gary really spunked you good." Twice. Gary had injected his fatal load in me twice, both times copious amounts of tainted cum, and now it was coating Tom's head and piercing, ready to be gouged into the soft walls of my rectum as they eventually tore open under the onslaught of the metallic monster inside me now. Just one more way to make sure that I left this bed, this house, a changed man. He pulled back and thrust in again. "Much as I love seeing your eyes squeezed shut as you try to enjoy this, I prefer a different angle when I fuck. Time to get on your hands and knees boy." How long had I been laying here? Did it matter? Despite every last ounce of common sense I had that told me I should stop this... get out... go... run, here I was about to roll over to give this sickly and wasted man a better angle to inject his poison into me. I somehow managed to make my arms move and began pulling myself to the left as I, for the second time that night, attempted to turn myself with a solid shaft deep in my ass. I felt a slight dry tug as my outer ass ring painfully began to slide left with me on the base of Tom's dry cock. If you've ever attempted to execute this maneuver, you know there's no way to do it that isn't awkward. Like a pig on a spit roast, you have an axis on which you must rotate, and your limbs become less useful than at any other time. You may need to use short motions, moving one limb at a time, your body rising and falling as you gradually move your right arm underneath you. Eventually you bring your arm far enough underneath that you can plant your hand and begin to make your upper body rise, as your left arm and hand also make contact with the semi-soft covering of the bed. Your body and face begin to rise and your legs in turn begin to establish themselves as your feet adjust to stradle your top. And yet this was made even more complicated for me by the feeling of a piercing tearing at my inner ring with every up and down and left and right movement of my body. Yet somehow I managed to do it and there I was on all fours on the bed, Tom's rigid tool still buried deep within me. Gary reached under and pulled away the pillow that had elevated my ass for him. "Much better." Tom's words were punctuated by another withdraw from my deepest insides, but instead of a short and gentle thrust, this time his head and piercing pulled back until they were just inside my outer ring. And gradually they decended again into me; it was time for him to fuck me. He began to long dick me, the ass juices and bits of Gary's cum no doubt beginning to lubricate his shaft as each pass felt less dry and more smooth. Well, as smooth as can be in this case, since his much thicker shaft continued to stretch my ass, with no loosening in sight. I was clamped firmly on his rigid penis. As his long, slow thrusts continued, I felt the bed shift as I saw Gary mount it in front of me and he laid himself down on his back in front of me, positioned head to head so that he appeared to be upside down. I didn't have to wait to wonder what he intended, as he reached his arms up between mine and slowly pulled his head past mine and moved under my chest. I was now faced with his hairy chest, boney ribcage clearly visible, the lesions just inches from me. And then... Oh fuck. His warm mouth enclosed my right nipple and my head snapped upwards and backwards, and I felt my ass painfully try to clamp down on Tom's tool, almost trying to expel it, as if I could push his nine inches out of me that easily. There was very little my ass muscles could do in their traumatized state, but they definitely did their best to tighten my hole, and as I let out a gutteral groan, I heard Tom do the same and I knew he had felt my contraction. My ass would contract several more times as Gary shifted to my left nipple, and then back to my right, alternating between the two as he suckled them. His hands reached up to my sides, and I noticed for the first time that night how coarse they were as they moved along my lower abdomen, out to my sides, and toward my back. All the while Tom continued his rhythmic assault on my ass, his piercing never failing to remind me of its presence as he steadly gouged my rectum with each thrust and retraction. His pace increased slightly and I felt his balls begin to gently slap against mine with each re-entry. They were definitely large, as large as Gary's, and no doubt just as full of lethal AIDS virus as his partner in crime's were. Virus that I had no doubt would be deep inside me in the very near future. I felt Gary shift further underneath me and as his warm mouth sought out and enclosed the foreskin of my uncut head and my ass contracted one more painful time, I found myself now with my closest look at the weapon that had impaled me at the start of this night. He was solidly hard again, his head swollen beneath the hood, his thinner shaft unable to keep his cock upright as the weight of his bulbous acorn kept it almost laying against his chest. Precum poured from his piss slit, already pooling in a small wet spot near his belly button. The underside of his shaft visible to me, I noticed even it was marked by a lesion, one that had been inside me; I shuddered, both from this knowledge and from the warmth of Gary's mouth as he elevated his head to take most all of my dick into his mouth. Again my ass contracted. "Oh fuck boy, you are bringing me close!" Tom's words refocused my attention on his now-pounding of my ass as his balls began to slap heavily against mine. His hard thrusts driving his barbell deeper into my ass, its walls, and my vulnerable soft tissues as he spread Gary's seed throughout my ass. "Yeah, it's time to fuck this wad into you. Oh yeah, gonna cum, gonna.... AGHHHH!!!" His thrusts had reached their climax, his balls has begun slapping me higher as they drew up, and his already thick and solid shaft grew harder, and with one last, as perhaps the most painful thrust yet, he lodged himself as deeply inside me as he could... and came. It was another torrent of seed as I felt the first two or three jets impact my inner hole's walls; his load was indeed just as large as Gary's, and it continued for a good 8 or 9 well sized shots. He must have been holding this one for days. And as his cum began to find every exposed surface inside me, coating me with deadly seed, my own cock could take no more of the wet, warm attention being paid it and without warning I erupted down Gary's throat. And as his throat was coated with my last negative load, my ass continued--as it had with his two loads--welcoming Tom's seed deep inside me, my inner ring swallowing every drop.

I don't think it's right to stealth HIV on anyone. Yes, if you're barebacking, and I do, then you should know that one of these times you will get stealthed, it comes with the territory. But I'd like to be told someone is poz and then let me decide if I want his cum inside me. My b/f is poz, UD and has been fucking me raw for two years. If he wasn't UD, I"d still take his raw loads and that would be my choosing, not someone stealthing me for kicks.

I can't speak for anyone else here, but I don't think it's morally okay, especially when it comes to the health of another person. The real question though is whether Breeding Zone is the most appropriate place to contemplate about society's or one's own moral standards.

Because this is a 6-year-old thread. PrEP was not available during the time period covered by the first page. If you go through the whole thread, people start suggesting PrEP as it becomes available.

You can be negative and still play at a bathhouse. I used condom the majority of the time in them until recently when i finally just decided i wanted to get bred like a beast. So far I remain negative, which is fine with me--I'm Not a chaser--and I attribute that largely to having a very well fuked super size capable hole on me that no human is going to make bleed no matter how big he is. But once you get group bred and your thighs and hindquarters are slick with nut juice as you walk with your used sloppy hole hanging open and dripping, you will want it like that every time.

Been made to pass out in a sexual encounter before, wasn't expecting it and didn't get fucked whilst out.. but that experience made me to experience exactly that... being used whilst unconscious, someone filming it and then made to watch what happened to me when I'm awake again.

Yup, sinful is correct. If you want to visit bath houses, take it raw and maximize your chances of staying neg, you'd better be on PrEP. Otherwise it's just a matter of time and luck. I made sure I was on PrEP before I visited my local bath house.

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I used to hate the terms 'pussy' and 'cunt' when used in a gay context. Now I'm OK with them. In fact I sorta like them when they're used in relation to a really masculine guy who's clearly not trying to be a girl.