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I’m going to give this another try and see what happens… ———— I was beat when we got back into town so I told Louis that I was just going to go home. He nodded and headed towards his place. I got home just after sunset and kicked back on the couch, a beer in one hand and a joint in the other. I loved the smell wafting off my body - sweat and cum was the best cologne a guy could have as far as I was concerned. I finished off the joint and rubbed my fingers through my beard. Parts of it were crusty from the dried cum in it. I relived the afternoon’s events and picked up my phone. “Did u leave a big 1st load in Ben or did he have one in already?” was the text I sent to Louis. A few minutes later I got a message back “loaded or a lot of lube, not sure.” I thought about it a bit and the loads I tasted sure didn’t taste like lube. I started to wonder who bred him before we got there. Did they know he was going to get fucked after? Did he taste our loads after we left Ben? There seemed to be more to Ben than just a lonely, horny, queer farmer. In the end I was happy that Ben’s sex life wasn’t just the occasional random hookup. I didn’t hear anything from Louis the next week or over the following weekend. By the next Wednesday I was concerned and sent off a message “up 4 a beer?” A couple hours later I got a response - “love to. not today. mañana?” I replied - “Sure. Where?” “Chaps? 6pm?” Louis answered. I was surprised that he wanted to meet there but I wasn’t going to argue and sent back “ok.” I got home from work and changed into a different pair of jeans that weren’t covered in mud. I pulled on a tank top and grabbed some leather wrist bands. I walked into Chaps just before six and said ‘Hi’ to the guys I knew before getting a beer and sitting down at the bar. About five after, the door creaked open and in walked Louis. Right behind him was one of his co-workers that I’d seen at the Spoke & Spike several weeks before. It was the one that I had hooked up with. Louis came up to me and gave me a big hug and a kiss. I could feel he had something under his t-shirt. I guessed that he was now out to his co-worker, but the guy still seemed surprised at the long, deep kiss. After we swapped some spit, Louis called over the bartender and ordered a couple beers. While the bartender was drawing the pints, Louis said “So, Brandon here says that I should watch out for you… that you’re just a hookup guy. Oh, he says you get a bit rough, too.” I saw Brandon blush. It was nice to know his name, finally. “Well, Brandon. It kind of depends how I meet the guy. A guy I meet on an app looking to suck and swallow I treat differently than someone I meet in a non-sexual place” I replied. The beers arrived and I saw the bartender smirk. I wasn’t sure how much Louis had told Brandon about our relationship, so I was being careful with what I said. Brandon took a sip of his beer and looked back at me, unsure what to say. “If I get a bit too rough, I expect a guy to tell me, not bitch about it later. I’m not one of those guys that expects the bottom to take whatever I give. But, unless you say something, I don’t know. I gathered you didn’t like our hookup since you ignored me the next time I messaged you” I said. If Louis didn’t know that Brandon and I had hooked up before, he did now. “He can be a gentle puppy too” Louis said with a laugh. I turned to Louis and said “You can be an aggressive bastard when you want.” He smiled and nodded in reply. I could tell that Brandon was a little confused. He obviously knew that Louis and I had fucked and probably more than once. I turned to Brandon and asked “So which was it? Was I too rough or was there just no chemistry for you?” Brandon stared back at me. I could tell he didn’t want to have this discussion in front of Louis, but I didn’t care. If he came here with Louis and knew that we would meet, then any topic should be fair game. “Maybe we should head to the back and find a table” I suggested. We went to the back side of the bar to one of the tables against the wall. We were out of view of the door and most of the other customers. A few tables down my bud Stoney had his boy kneeling at his side in just a jockstrap while he talked to a few other friends. At the bar two other guys were aggressively kissing each other and one had his hand down the back of the other’s low cut jeans, fingering his hole. I could tell that Brandon was a little uncomfortable seeing the blatant displays of gay sexuality around us. “I’m still waiting for an answer, Brandon” I said after taking a sip of my beer. Louis was now staring at him too, waiting for his response. I leaned in and Louis quickly did the same. I said “It’s just between us… I won’t say anything or think less of you. I just want to know so I don’t scare off any more sexy guys, like you.” Brandon looked at me and then at Louis and then back at me. He swallowed hard and then said quietly “I was fuckin’ scared. I don’t hookup with many guys and you just seemed to use me as a fuck toy.” “Brandon, I’m sorry. You seemed to enjoy sucking my dick… Most guys that don’t have much experience freak out at the piercing and you didn’t. As I said, if a guy gets too rough with you, you need to tell them. Hookups are different than Stoney and his boy Chris over there. Chris has spent a while getting trained and knows he should do anything that Stoney says and take it no matter how hard things get, knowing that Stoney will respect his limits. On a first time meet, you need to tell a guy if you don’t like where things are going. Shit, I face fucked you and pounded that tight ass of yours and didn’t get a whimper or complaint. I thought you liked it” I said. Louis’ eyes got big and I could tell he was imagining what Brandon and my fuck was like. He wrapped his arm around Brandon’s shoulder and smiled, giving him one of those “been there, done that” wordless acknowledgements. “Just remember to say something from now on, ok? Friends?” I said, raising my glass. It seemed to shock Brandon that I was so nonchalant about the whole thing. We clinked our glasses together and took a drink. “Uh… I did like it, but I had never done anything like that before. I guess most of my sex has been pretty tame compared to you” Brandon said, staring into his glass. “Dude, you have to try new shit. Figure out what you like and what you don’t. Hell, before I met Ryan I thought I was straight” Louis said, laughing hard afterwards. Brandon was shocked hearing Louis’ comment, but a smile slowly came over his face. I think he had found someone he could relate to and it wasn’t me. We continued to talk, but not about Brandon’s and my fucked up hookup or my meetings with Louis. Well, not until he told Brandon about meeting me here and how turned on he was about the guys in leather. Brandon laughed and he said that he had watched a lot of porn and thought guys in leather either looked really hot or really cheesy. Louis smiled and then grabbed the sides of his t-shirt and slowly pulled it over his head. I grinned, looking at Louis standing there in just his leather harness, jeans and boots. His chest hair had fully grown back in, the left side full sleeve tattoo looked really good and I could see the fresh outline of the beginnings of his right side ink. Brandon’s eyes bugged out but then he licked his lips. I’m not sure if he ever had thought of Louis in a sexual way but I knew he was now. So did several of the other bar patrons and I heard a few catcalls. Louis had set the tone for the rest of the evening and I was proud of him being so… confident. I pulled off my t-shirt off and tucked it in the back of my jeans. “Well?” I asked looking at Brandon. It took a few moments and then Brandon caught my drift. He shrugged his shoulders and pulled his t-shirt off too. I had forgotten how good Brandon looked. He wasn’t muscled, but his thin body was nicely shaped. His hair was cut short and faded to nothing as it got to his ears. His pale skin was devoid of any decoration but he had a little fur on his pecs and a thicker line down the center that got wider as it passed his navel. His nipples were the “small but with hard eraser nubs” kind that felt good under my tongue and were easy to nibble on. I remembered that he had a nice bulge in his pants of the “show’er” variety that got thick and hard instead of growing longer. We gazed back and forth, checking each other out while we finished our beers off. I got up and went to the bar, ordering another round. When I came back with Louis and Brandon’s beers, I put my hand on Brandon’s shoulder as I reached around to set his beer down. I took the long route and rubbed the cold glass over each of Brandon’s nipples with the beer in my left hand. I could hear him moan and saw him close his eyes. I leaned in and let my beard brush over his shaved face while my right hand wrapped around his body and I pulled him tight to my chest. “See, I can be soft, too” I whispered in his ear. I set the beer down and slipped back to the bar and got my beer and the change. Louis and Brandon were talking but stopped as soon as I got back to the table. We chatted and scoped out each new bar patron, comparing how each of us liked them. As we finished the third beer, Brandon looked at me and said “Did you really want to meet up with me again after that first time?” I furrowed my brow and looked over at Louis, wondering where this was going, but got nothing but a slight smile. “Of course. You’re hot, gave good head and seemed to like a hard fuck. That’s what I look for… in a hookup” I replied, with an emphasis on the hookup part. “I… Uh…” and then Brandon gave a long pause with both Louis and I staring back at him. “Uh… I have never done a three way” Brandon said. “With guys or girls” he continued. His head swiveled back and forth between Louis and I. “Do you two want to show me how?” Brandon finally asked.

Michael pulled out of Toby and flipped him over doggy, slapping his arse and before he could get his breath, ramming his cock back into his cunt. I reverse flipped Milos so I could watch the two boys snogging as we plowed their arses. The mixture of pain and pleasure on Toby’s face was incredible to watch. With every thrust he couldn’t decide whether he wanted Michael to stop or to fuck him harder and deeper. Michael was lost in a frenzy of fucking, only reacting when I leaned over and pinched his pert brown nipples. Milos had Toby’s head in his hands as they snogged and as I repeatedly pulled my cock all the way out then pushed in back in, amazed that his hole kept clamming up after my cock had left it. Fuck, he was still so tight. Every so often, Milos would finger his wet cunt and feed his wet sloppy digits to Toby. Michael’s breathing started to increase as his thrusts into Toby started to increase in ferocity. Toby was now in his own fuck zone having finally surrendered his cunt to the all-out assault by the massive cock deep in his guts. I was amazed to see Toby still hard and dripping as he wanked his cock. V. I made a mental note to hand some out but doubted we would need it. I could feel my own balls tightening and involuntarily I slammed my fists into Milos’ sweaty back. He growled and looked back. “Fuck yeah, daddy!” I gripped his waist and rammed my cock in as deep as it would go, forcing him to pull his mouth away from his deep snogging and yell as he felt my hot seed pour into his guts. Almost instantaneously Michael roared and raising one leg onto the bed leverage, he pile drived his cock into Toby causing him to lose his grip and slam into the mattress as Michael came so hard and so much that his seed spurted backwards and all over his own crotch and stomach. But still he kept fucking, burying his seed as far as it would go as I enjoyed own intense orgasm, fucking Milos’ with ever slowing strokes and pulling him to snog him and grab and twist his balls. Finally we both withdrew and flung our fucks on to the bed where they lay, used, exhausted and sweaty. But Michael wasn’t finished. As I watched, he pushed his fist into Toby slightly open cunt ignoring his protests of pain and shock as he pulled out a cummy fist and smeared it all over his bottom boi’s face. It was so sudden and unexpected that Toby wasn’t able to resist until it was over and he was eating his own cunt filling. Milos scrambled to his knees and greedily cleaned up Michael’s cock. Cupping his balls but as I watched still looking slightly wary of the massive tool. We needed more time and I needed to reset the mood. I stood up and suggested we get cleaned up and relax for a while. The guys all grunted their approval and Toby gingerly got up and stumbled after me. We headed for the shower where we lathered up, kissed and made out like raucous college jocks. There was mutual cock admiration, arse touching and slapping and bollock cupping. No sucking, fucking, rimming or piss - just kissing, gentle wanking and lots of laughter. Our cocks and cunts all needed a rest. Michael’s cock was semi hard but till looked massive, like a hose. But he wasn’t deceiving me. Michael has the enviable talent of controlling his erections - probably a good think as he was so hung - and right now it was in ”rest” mode. The rest of us were still rock hard and Michael spent a lot of time holding our cocks and admiring them. I could tell he was seeing which he would take first later on. He was a total top but he loved cock sometimes and I wanted to bury my seed in his guts and suck it out. After we’d dried I pulled open a draw and threw a pile of jocks onto the bed, suggesting we get some fuel from the kitchen and chill for a while. I pulled on a blue jock and despite my hard cock, slipped it on. Michael chose a white jock; Toby a black one and, surely I thought intentional, Milos slipped into a red jock. I discretely smiled at Michael as we headed to the kitchen where the guys helped themselves to juice and snacks while I retrieved a long silver tray and piled a small mountain of coke in it. I chopped up some heavy lines and offered a straw to Michael. He hoovered up the line and then licked a finger to pick up the residue which he rubbed along his gums. Toby was next and then I handed Milos the straw. As he hoovered up a line I gentle rubbed his arsehole with a finger I’d discretely dipped in the coke and he pushed back to let my digit in. It felt warm and wet - juicy in fact - and still tight. Michael had his arm draped over Toby’s shoulder as they ate some cookies, kissing between bites. Toby rested his hand onMichaels package housing his semi. I took the straw from Milos and took a line of coke, Milos standing behind me, his cock pressed against my arse. I turned back and smiled and slapped him away, making him laugh and then gently kissed him, cupping my hand around his jock and pulling him in. “Hot, man. I need a taste of that.” Michael walked over and pulled Milos away and snogged him. I walked over to Toby and took him in my arms, rubbing our crotches together. Michael turned Milos round and kicked his legs apart and Milos obligingly bent over the counter. Leaning round Milo he dipped his finger in the coke and then knelt down and expertly pulled his cheeks apart and rubbed the coke on Milos’ hole. Now, I’m not into being rimmed but apart from my boyfriend and that evening Milos, Michael was the only guy that drove me crazy with his tongue. Like his cock, it was long, thick and muscular and the only tongue I know that could push its way past a virgin hole or get so deep inside a fucked cunt that you could almost feel it on your tonsils. And now Milos was getting the full treatment. Michael spread his cheeks further and gobbed into his sweetly clean hairy crack. Milos helped himself to another line of coke while he felt Michael lick and chew his butt and then Toby and I knew when Michael pushed his tongue into Milos arse. “Ooooooohhhhhh fuck!” he moaned as he gripped the counter as Michael’s tongue almost lifted him off the floor. Toby walked over and fed Milos four deeps huffs of poppers before returning to me and dropping to his knees started to lick and chew at my cock through the jock fabric. As I watched, Michael kneaded and pulled Milos arse, the only sound was him spitting into the hairy arse, growling and the lapping sounds of his tongue probably borrowing deeper than anyone else had into Milos before. I knew the feeling. It almost felt like a cock, a flexible cock. Michael could literally lick the insides of your arse and push all the way inside, opening you up for the inevitable fucking. He said he’d learned the skill eating out oriental guys, and loving their smooth cunts as I did, I didn’t doubt it. Milos’ knuckles were white as they gripped the table and every so often he’d take another hit of amyl. The front of his jock was wet from precum and he was sweating. Toby pulled my cock out of my jock and slid it masterfully down his throat as he turned sideways to watch the sideshow. One hand went to my tits the other alternated from holding Toby’s head in place and feeding us both poppers. Michael was deep into Milos’ cunt now, only pausing to tell me how far up Milos’ guts he could taste my seed. “Dude, yours would get in deeper,” Milos gasped. Michael winked and grinned at me. “Not today, boi. Plenty of time for you to get used to me,” and with that Michael pulled his tongue from Milos’ arse and stood up. Milos looked as disappointed as I probably did after a rimming from Michael and, I had a need to feel Michael’s cock deep inside him. Milos turned around and in a single movement had pulled down Michael’s jock and was feasting on the head of his cock. It was glistening and sticky with precum and Milos closed his eyes as he started to negotiate it down his throat. I pulled Toby to his feet and as Michael raised his arms above his head we took a pit each and started licking. Michael growled in appreciation as his two fuck toys and a potential new one worshipped his damn hot body. But I knew we still had to go slow. Reluctantly pulling myself off the sweaty pit I suggested we take the coke upstairs and chill. Toby and Milos giggled and raced off up the stairs as I stopped to pick the tray up. “Hot ass, man. Does it feel as good as it tastes?” Michael asked. “Better. Tighter. Man I want you to fucking ruin his arse and blow a load deep in there for me to lick out. I wanna bit of blood.” Michael chuckled and slapped my head affectionately. “Sure dude, I wanna ruin his cunt for you. So what’s the plan?” “Follow my lead.” Michael stopped and wrapped me in his arms, pulling me in for a deep, wet kiss. I could taste Milos in his spit and his fingers searching out my aching hole. “Fuck yeah, follow your lead.”

PREQUEL to part 41; Doctor Spike seem to go into crisis mode, yet he remained calm and methodical even within his sense of urgency. - NATAS, power down the Gates to Hell, and unlock the Chamber door. - Powering down Gates to Hell, and unlocking Chamber door. The flames disappeared, with the bright lights of the Medical Chamber returning. The door clicked and opened slightly. He in a heartbeat went to his lab area, and returned with three syringes. The first two were given to Igor & Friedrich. As soon as the solution went in, their motionless bodies began to move and I could see that they were breathing once again. Friedrich was hauled off of me, and lay down on the floor side by side with Igor. I was instructed in a firm manner to lie flat on the floor, where I received the third syringe. Doctor Spike opened my cannula. - What are you giving me Doctor?- This is no time for questions Charlie. You are to lay exactly where you are, and don't move. Understood. - Okay. In went my solution, and he rushed out of the slightly ajar door. I knew exactly what he had given me. I recognised this feeling ~ Meth! Well, there is no way I could now stay in the position I was ordered to; I was flying, and HORNY, with a cunt full of incubating death-seed! Where had the Doctor gone to, and, would I behave and stay still?

Think of a prostate stimulator on steroids... once you have taken a pierced cock, you will seek them out... There is often a bit of blood when I top...but not always.

-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

Part 40; I won't lie, as soon as my ankles and wrists became unlocked an image of my boyfriend did flash across my mind. Why? At that poinT in time, I really did not care, and grabbed hold of Friedrich's Leather executioner clad yellow cheek sunken gaunt face, and kissed even deeper than before his sewer stinking throat. My legs instinctively went up and wrapped around his bony back, with my heels pulling him and his bacterial oozing viral bleeding slab of violently t☢️xic Death-Meat deeper into my flopped out soft and wet NEG boy-cunt. I had dreamed of this moment for years, so, if losing my hair (thus, my old identity) is what it took to get this stud to leak his legacy into me, then it was completely worth it! It wasn't a hard fast fuck, it was slow, yet his strokes were firm and solid. He would stop every few minutes for a minute or two to regain his composure. During his times of rest I would feel the rotting toxic Fuck-Weapon to this beautiful AIDS stud pulsate deep inside of my warm and wet insides. They were waiting with excitement to be flooded with his final load of HIGHLY charged Death-seed. 💀I stopped kissing him, pushing his head away from mine several inches so I could look into his eyes. Despite his exhausted tired look in his eyes, he still projected his alpha essence perfectly. He continued his slow yet firm solid strokes with no safety barrier between his BARE dirTy AIDS Stud-Dick heavily dripping with Disease, and my, still, NEG boy-cunt. I continued my look into his eyes ... - Oh fuck YES. I am ready. Flood my guts with your infectious filTh. Give me what I deserve, and what you WANT to give to me. With a lot of effort he stood up right, and withdrew, returning to rubbing his slab of BARE pus oozing, and HIV-Hep C bleeding P☣️Z Death-Meat over and around my sweet, wet and warm velvety NEG prolapse, and once again with his mouth and lips contorting with a depraved lust for a sick and nasTy Death-Fuck. The bleeding on his shaft seemed to be intensifying. He now spoke as he continued rubbing over my flopped out cunt, although I obviously could not understand what he was saying ... - Fuck YES. Got myself a hungry NEG sluT here who craves to have what I have. And you are lucky enough PiG to be getting my multiple strains of Hep C, and several strains of HIV including my med resistant strain, plus my aggressive virulent strain, which given the ideal conditions will be fast acting, and you will be like I am now in no time, courtesy of our good Doctor here. I cannot hold on much longer. I am going back inside your sweet warm cunt now, and within a few short strokes, you will have M☢️RE of what you want. - STOP! Not so fast Friedrich. Sit back down in your wheelchair. Doctor Spike had halted proceedings with my sticky mustached AIDS STUD. He promptly wheeled Igor over to where I lay, took his hospital gown off from the front, then picked him up from his wheelchair, and ordered me to reach out and finish removing his gown, which was dangling from the front of his body as he was being held from behind. I removed it, only to see yet another emaciated body. And it turned me ON! Yet, just like Friedrich, his Death-Dick was raging STIFF to attention. I was more than happy to oblige. Doctor Spike picked him up, and lay him on his back on the floor on a row of cushions for comfort. - Right Charlie, you will sit on Igor's pus oozing Dick, facing him, and ride him very slowly. Before I got to him, Doctor Spike got the tainted scalpel, and made an incision, just like he did a short while earlier. Igor's shaft was now covered in blood. I straddled him, took hold of of his beautiful bloodied Death-Meat, and slowly slid down. His eyes were not focused, and looked in odd directions as he gave groans and grunts of delight of feeling my warm and wet boy-cunt embrace and envelope his bleeding, diseased and throbbing Death-Dick that was more than worthy of such attention. I looked at my hand that had just guided his Dick into me, and, it was covered in his highly toxic fluid. I smeared it over my lips and all over my face like any good little obedient FaG-PiG should. Igor took hold of my waist with his frail pale bony hands, and held onto me softly, as I rocked back and forth. My young firm flesh against his decaying ravaged body in the darkened Medical Chamber were both lit up by the 'Gates of Hell' raging burning flames with an array of demons from behind the flames watching on, including my Master and his 5 fellow Goat-Beat friends 🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🐐, and Sir, who was currently in his demon form. They could not enter unless Doctor Spike requested NATAS to 'open' the 'Gates of Hell'. Igor's grunts and groans increased in their frequency and intensity. I THEN felt a hand push me forward. It was Friedrich. I soon felt him re enter me, swiftly followed by him letting his body completely relax so he was now putting his whole body weight on top of me. He started fucking me again, and I was using all my strength to hold myself up in position. Igor from somewhere summoned some last energy, and began to rock his hips upwards to fuck me too. Heavenly HELL, being double fucked by two wasting and deathly AIDS studs, with both of their pus oozing pieces of SUPER CHARGED pieces of Fuck-Meat bleeding inside of me. Igor's soft grip suddenly tightened, and he gripped onto my waist tightly, with his long unkempt fingernails digging into my skin. He and Friedrich began a dialogue, with the latter breaking the silence; - Oh FUCK, ... YES, this is it. Take what you NEED you nasTy PiG-faGGot. I am almost there. - Friedrich my friend. You are very close by. I can no longer see at all, but, my sense of touch is super heightened, and this NEG sluT I have heard so much about feels firm, soft, ripe, and ready to begin it's journey we have both experienced. I am getting VERY close to busting what I know will be my last ever load. My most toxic and violently venomous one ever. He IS going to get it. - Hey, Igor. My dear friend. Yes, I am here. Our bleeding 🆎 slabs of dirTy diseased Death-Meat sliding over each other, leaking Gono pus, pre cum, blood, most of it virus replicating at an intense rate. I cannot hold it in any longer. Here it comes you nasTy NEG Fuck-PiG. I'm cuuuUUUUUUUhhhhmmmiiiiiiNG *GRUUUNT* 💦💦💀💦💦 - Fuck YES, here comes my filThy legacy too. Oh YEEEEES, you want it, here it is you worthless fag. Where did that come from? Igor's last words were full of powerful and primitive instinctive deaThly desire, and as he uttered his last word he let go of my waist, and grabbed me tightly around my neck as my DP AIDS fuckers grunted like rabid animals, unloading their super charged deadly seed into my accommodating guts. Igor's hands fell from my neck, and Friedrich's body became even heavier, as the both abruptly became silent, and motionless. Had they died? Or, were they still with us and be able to be saved, by someone, or, something?

I had started to chat online with Eli . I had told him I had just broken up with someone after a year relationship, so I wasn't looking for anything long term.. Just wanted to get back out there dating and having some fun.. We both liked Broadway, so that was our common interest. I was like 42 and he was like 22 but he insisted he liked older guys and I told him I definitely liked younger guys so we decided to meet. First thing I thought when I saw him was that he was average cute. and small.. really short.. I 'm only 5 10 170 myself but I could easily have picked him up and carried him around the room as I fucked him.. So he interested me for sure. We actually didnt have sex that first night.. Just went out and ate and talked.. It was the next night he came over my house and I fucked him.. Now you never know for sure if a boy is going to insist on a condom or not.. But as we got naked and I saw that small hairless dick on his 22 yo body ( god he looked younger!) all i wanted to do was suck him for a while.. We soon got into a little verbal exchange.. Him calling me daddy and me calling him son or boy ( you like daddy sucking that boy dick don't you!!) By the time I went for his smooth hole I already knew he'd give it up to me raw.. I ate that hole for a good time before pressing the head of my daddy dick against him.. I really believed him when he said he hadn't been fucked alot so i went slow and careful and didn't fuck him too crazy. But I had it in him raw.. At first him on his back legs up.. but soon in my favorite position, with him face down, and me on top of him.. pushing my cock in as deep as I could.. Complimented him on his hot boy ass and told him he was going to make me cum.. He never said anything about pulling out, so when it was time i pushed in deeper, laying my weight against him and blasted inside him.. I laid there for a moment, then pulled his head back to mine.. kissed him.. kissed him deeply.. pulled out of him, and cuddled with him for the rest of the night.. I think he was in love lol .. but as I laid there, I just thought about how I had me some boy pussy for at least the next three months. And what plans I had for this semi innocent boy.

The night started out slow and only the usual old trolls were about, waiting for the better catches to grow tired and desperate; wise, really, after a few hours of the twinks and classically beautiful all waiting for "Mr Perfect" they'd all be seen discretely in a corner, or a room, eyes closed as they dream they're fucking some hunk when really they're dipping their junk in a cesspool of who knows what with some average, older bloke. I was looking for something else. He walked in. Short, medium dark hair and black eyes. Almost slinking. Into the darkroom, just where I wanted him. Sure enough, some of the regulars followed, and I knew what would happen...a velvet, young ass full of unknown, undetectable, maybe poz or even neg spunk. At least until I got there; when I walked in, sure enough. Slapping, moaning, this guy was there for one reason. No need to rush, I could bide my time; and soon enough it came. And it would have; I was leaking enough to pass anything on without cumming but it was getting late and I figured, well, now's the time. I moved over, and... A flashlight appeared. The attendant entered. Some idiot had lost their keys. Short, medium dark hair and black eyes got spooked - happy to take any stranger's cum but not if he could be "seen". It's a cliche but he was a deer, or just another piece of meat, and there were headlights. The ire welled up within me and I truly wanted to do the attendant and the fool looking for their now found keys, but even here there's a code I don't break - and besides they'd know who it was. Saved by the lost keys. But there'll be next time. I'm sure. [The above is fiction - but we know that, right?]

Your right it doesn't say that he is undetectable and I was wrong to assume he was, the undetectable thing is big with me , shocking I know.

Just met this real shy guy who contacted me on Scruff. Holy shit, what a total fuck-pig once you get his clothes off! What they say about the quiet ones is true, and I have two MASSIVE loads of his cum still dripping from my hole to prove it. Just need some raw cock to slide in and put that cum-lube to good use...

Part 38; With an immobilized mouth, no demand to leave this journey of destiny would ever see the light of day. Even though whatever this Demon Doctor had injected me with was now wearing off, I after several minutes of him fucking me suddenly felt the pain from the silver spikes alleviate. What had he done? He saw the confused look on my face, and completely withdrew his Demon-Dick with his lizard face smirking at me as he was now showing off his still fully erect spike-less Dick, waving it in front of me. The spikes had disappeared! And then, he flared them to the the length that they were when he initially entered my cunt. And THEN ... .... he flared them again so their length extended out even longer. He was taking great joy in showing me he could make the spikes disappear, and change their length to however he desired to at any given time. Again, the spikes retracted, completely disappearing. He walked away, fetching another one of the steel buckets full of my Master's oily demon filth, hung it on the IV pole, and inserted it into my mouth, un-clipping the catheter so I now had two loads of rotten stench going down my throat, and filling my mouth. Now DOUBLE the amount to FILL me up, and double the amount to overflow over my chin and onto my body. 💦💦👅💦💦💦 He slid inside me again, recommencing his Demon-lizard fucking. Here I was, mouth forced open by retractor, being slowly filled with my Master's oily stench Beast-filth, Igor & Friedrich's heavily HIV, Hep C, and Syphilis tainted blood entering direct into my blood stream, my thick Golden curly locks of hair having been completely shaved off, my wrists and ankles restrained with my legs spread wide, with this evil Doctor fucking me amidst the nasTy SEX images, and the sounds of the tribal beats. He had me how I was now meant to be; Completely submissive, defenseless, and at his total mercy. He had full CONTROL. He impaled his jet black lizard Dick into my human cunt, leaned in towards my face soaked in my Master's oily musky cum. I smelt totally disgusting! He said in a low, slow menacing tone; - Charlie, I want you to now look towards my crotch, and not avert your gaze for one second. I did as I was instructed. He stood back upright, then, here they were, the silver spikes had returned, flaring and digging more deeper into my cunt flesh that they had before. He placed his upper lizard limbs behind his back, clasping his hands. He took one small step backwards at which point I felt and saw my cunt being pulled inside out. Another small step backwards, and then another until my cunt was inside out to the length of a forearm with the spikes digging in so my piece of juicy wet Cunt-Meat was able to be kept in mid air by his erect Demon-Dick. I watched on as he brought his lizard hands back around to his front, whereby he began to rub over and over my flopped out insides which felt so immensely pleasurable that I was having a very hard time to keep my fixed gaze. My eyes soon saw his lizard-serpent tongue 🐍 join his hands in on the action, flicking feverishly over my soft velvety ridged Cunt-Meat. I let out an almighty groan, with my head tilting back as I very quickly became super aroused. But with my Master's cum collecting inside my forced wide open mouth a huge amount was forced down my throat. Unable to close my mouth a long succession of continual loud, wet and sloppy gagging gulps ensued. Rotten demon filth overflowing onto my torso, drooling out over my chin, and copious amounts sliding its way down my throat INTO my stomach. Me, Charlie, the Demon-cum PiG! 👅💦🐷 I lay completely back like this for a good hour, having my pulled out gaping insides rubbed and licked. I groaned in ecstasy, continuing to lose myself within a nasTy PiG-faGGot SEX image and tribal beat haze. THEN, without warning, I felt a searing pain rage through my entire body, jolting my head forwards, once again spilling a decent amount of my Master's dirTy filTh over my chin, and onto my already demon-cum drenched body. My gaze had now gone back to Doctor Demons crotch area. He had only flared his spikes out so long they had pierced right through my sweet and soft meaty boy-cunt. 🌹😈 With some tears running down my cheeks I instinctively looked up at him. His entire body was still that of a Demon-Lizard, BUT, he had reverted back to his human head, with his dark brown almost black soulless eyes, sunken pale cheeks, and slicked back jet black hair. His eyes bored into mine, and he began to speak in a sadistic tone; - Yes! ... Yes! ... Yes! ... Yes! You belong to Darkness now Charlie. And one day, you WILL be giving your Soul to our ultimate Dark-Lord. Even though I really did want to hold onto my soul, I knew he was right with what he was saying. I was inevitably as a soon to be nasTy fucked up with multiple virulent infections poz-pig, completely powerless to resist. With my tears continuing to flow he looked at me with an evil sinister stare, with his jaw dropping and laughing demonically, enjoying using and corrupting me, grinding his hips from side to side with my prolapse moving with them what with my wet and meaty cunt flesh impaled on the silver spikes. Enjoying developing my journey into a dark world of super t☢️xic, PiG-faGGot filth. After sometime of getting off on his literal grip on my body his spikes once again retracted, followed by withdrawing his Demon-Dick, leaving my insides as they were, flopped out, dripping and hanging. Doctor Stanis now walked over to Friedrich, gripped onto the handles of his wheelchair, and pushed him over to me until he was facing my body from the right hand side to the examination table. He helped him stand up and slowly removed his hospital gown. As his gown dropped to the floor I gasped internally at the sight that stood before me; Emaciated with bones protruding all over, and bulging veins. Yellow from his multiple strains of untreated Hep C. A smattering of K.S lesions covered his pale frail frame, including one part way down his fully ERECT thick German AIDS Dick, that also had a smelly thick yellow discharge flow from it's inflammed urethra, and down the full thick shaft. Seeing such a strong image of death frightened me, but his thick oozing AIDS Dick and bushy mustache served to turn me on and ache to have him inside me, fucking me until his death weapon unleashed its deadly poison in my defenseless open wide vessel. They started to converse in German, with Friedrich starting off, speaking through his oxygen mask; - So this is the stupid neg twink who you have been watching for years from your own realm afar, learning all there is to know about him including his strong sick and twisted desire to become poz. Very cute! - Very cute indeed. But, with all you and Igor have to share, especially yourself, his current youthful looks will be shot to pieces in around 12 to 18 months! - Doctor, make a deep cut in my thick toxic throbbing shaft. I want to see what I have to gifT him drip out as I have a play with his prolapse. Doctor Stanis smirked, and gave an evil laugh ... 😏 - That is why you are one of my favourite patient's Friedrich, with that sick and twisted perverted mind of yours. He sat him in his wheelchair, and wheeled him around to in between my wide open restrained legs, and again helped him up. Doctor Stanis, or Doctor Spike as I would now refer to him by, what with his Dick that would flare with silver spikes as and when it wanted to, grabbed a scalpel, placed it on Friedrich's AIDS weapon, and addressed me as he made the initial incision; - I bet you are wondering why Charlie why Friedrich here who is clearly so very near DEATH 💀 can maintain such a beast of a thick erection, like he would have done in his younger healthier days. He and Igor of course deserve to be pulsing with virile strength on what will be their last ever fuck as living humans, so, they have been given an extra special potion to allow such reproductive vigour. As the incision cut open a vein, a squirt of my German AIDS stud's blood squirted out and landed on the left side of my chest; It really burned my skin! - Soak it up Charlie, you nasTy, dirTy PiG-faGGot. He was enjoying verbally degrading me, and his words seemed to be hitting my inner worthless pig 🐽, because I began to feel degraded, and LOVED it! All I could think of, and want, was Friedrich's blood leaking AIDS death shaft buried deep inside of me, taking me down the road of further corruption those few extra steps. I am a pig-faGGot, and I am to be USED for man or beast's carnal pleasure. He helped him down so he was now kneeling before my prolapse. Dr Spike provided Friedrich with something to kneel on as his knees were now just mere bone. - You can have a play with his prolapse as I perform my next important task.

Part 37; Having spent several minutes running his fingers through my Golden pride and joy, Doctor Stanis left me and went to check on the machine that was testing my blood. Immediately prior to giving me my Gono shot in my room, he also took some of my blood for testing. He once again addressed the central 'Medical Chamber' computer; - NATAS, commence 'Hypno'- Commencing Hypno. The Doctor came back over to where I lay, paralysed, and locked down. He again picked up the hair clippers, switched them on, AND .... .... He began to shave off my beautiful thick curly Golden locks of hair. A physical feature that I strongly felt glued my identity together. Although still feeling detached, my deep inner subconscious was crying at the old Charlie slipping away, as I was being shaped into a new entity. I could very much sense each lock of hair hitting the ground as I watched Friedrich & Igor's heavily tainted blood directly, yet slowly, enter my bloodstream from the IV bag. I was beginning to be able to feel my body again on some levels, and I could now feel my arm burning up as my body very quickly realised that what was entering me was nasTy t☢️xic filth, and I was now completely defenseless to do anything about it. As my current identity of curls fell to the floor the computer NATAS fired up 'Hypno', and suddenly the ceiling and all four walls lit up as screen projectors, and a constant stream of images flashed up in very quick non stop succession, dominating the entire chamber. I was now being very cleverly hypnotized with these strong images, along with sounds of deep, hard, and dark underground tribal beats which seemed to find a way to be in synch with my heartbeat. The constant strong striking images that were repeating in no particular order, were of nasTy 🐷 PiG-faGGot 💦 SEX; Cum facials, cum swallowing, deep-throating, gagging, glory-holes, fisting, punch fisting, pissing on and in, armpit licking, body rubbing, plenty of Cock-sucking & Cum squirting onto eager tongues, being pinned down during animalistic fucking, blood and meth slamming. Fucking until completion with ZERO pulling out, including multiple scenes of conversion orgies, intense Bondage and electro play, and much MUCH more. Images of Bio-hazard and many varying symbols representing EVIL and depravity along with the above were also making their way deep into my subconscious. All this with a whole array of Men ranging from twinks, bears, wasting studs, daddies, skinny, all either nude, in leather, rubber, or official uniforms. In essence, I was being brainwashed to fully accept what it means to be a nasTy PiG-faGGot cum-dump!! The only image that wasn't shown was, the redundant condom! Nothing would be coming in between becoming infecTed! ☢️💀 After what seemed like an eternity the electric hair clippers powered off, and were placed onto one of the nearby stainless steel tables. My hair was GONE! ✂️😢 In one swift motion the Doctor put the hair clippers down only to pick up a plastic dental cheek retractor which in a very short moment was in my mouth, keeping it forced open. To the opposite side of my toxic IV drip was a small steel bucket hanging on another IV pole with my Master's oily, Deep-Green pungent smelling, toxic demon DNA. A catheter that was attached to the bottom of the bucket was promptly put in my mouth towards the back of my tongue, a clip was released which allowed my Master's rotten demon cum to re-enter me, this time at a much slower rate, and this time down my throat. Not all of it went down my throat immediately, slowly building up in volume inside of my mouth until after several minutes it was overflowing down over my chin, then onto my chest and abs. 👹🐐💦💦💦 I was being heavily contaminated with dirTy rotten filTh; Inside & Out! The Doctor attended to Friedrich & Igor, now that their blood bags were full. With his back to me I watched his fins flare out longer, with his skin turning a dark brown colour with a scaly appearance. He turned around holding the blood bags, and with my own eyes I saw that he had now transformed from head to toe as a fully fledged demon-lizard. 👹🦎 The highly t☢️xic blood bags went into storage, and he then approached me, standing in between my spread wide restrained legs and flopped out cunt. - Well well well, look at you with your hair all gone. Bit by bit your innocence deserts you Charlie. I have been watching you for years, knowing of your deep dark dirTy secret of your strong desire to become p☣️z. You should always be careful of what you wish for, because, I am going to make sure you get what you crave, and a whole lot more! Despite his new demonic appearance, my gaze was diverted to his bulge. He was still wearing his white trousers, yet where his Dick would be was a trouser ripping bulge from underneath the white fabric at such a tight force that silver spikes were poking through. What on earth were they? I was about to find out. - Aaaaahhhh, I see you are eager for your examination to continue, Charlie. He took his trousers off to reveal his dark brown scaly legs, and a very unusual Dick between them. He wasn't nearly as big as my Master's thick slippery EEL Dick. He was about quarter of the girth, and half the length (so half way down his thigh). It was also jet black, but was a dull black, and it was solid like wood, not slippery like my Master's. And those silver spikes? They ran down his entire shaft in a spiral pattern from tip to base. I thought, that is no way going inside me, he would rip me to shreds! He took my flopped out cunt, and FFisted it back inside, then, placed the tip of his spiked demon death-shaft at my gaping swollen cunt lips. I knew what was about to come, and it was going to be super painful! I took my focus away from him, or whatever the hell he was, and let myself fall deeper into a hypnotic trance, focusing in on the nasTy piGGy SEX images, and their corresponding deep hard sounds of dark underground tribal beats.

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Went to a bookstore last month with a buddy... sat him on the couch in the cinema room, sucked his dick on all 4s, 4 guys I never saw fucked me while i worked on my buddy's cock. Never turned aroud to see them, just went to a booth when they finished and put my ass to a glory hole... buddy said at least 3 more guys fucked me. ... shoved a rattle-plug in my hole, got on my bike and shot two loads at 70mph on the highway riding home. Its an hour drive and my enginge shook my sloppy cunt so good I just kept unloading in my jeans. Licked the plug clean in a rest stop bathroom stall and rode the last five miles with a loose open hole drooling cum all over my leather seat. Haven't been fucked since but I've blown a few loads thinking about it.

As it has been almost 3 months since I published the most recent chapter, here are some EXCERPTS from the last 3 chapters (Parts 34 through to 36), where 3 new characters have just come into the story; Friedrich, Igor, and their Doctor; Doctor Stanis! 💀 EXCERPT from Part 34; ... I was awoken to a vehicle driving in. I looked out of my window, and watched this black van with blacked out windows park up. And out from the drivers side came a figure in an all white uniform. He went to the back of the van with Usher and Sir joining him. They all seemed to be quite a while back there and I couldn't see everything that was happening. Then this all in white uniform figure was directing his hand gestures towards the main front door to the mansion, and in to my view came Sir & Usher pushing these two very weak and frail looking men in wheelchairs. They were wearing hospital gowns, just like I saw in my dreams. And now I know why I was unable to make out their facial features in my dreams, well, firstly they were quite a long way off, plus, they were also wearing oxygen masks. - So you must be Charlie! I looked up and got a fright. This stranger who just walked into my room was very much sinister looking. He really did unnerve me. He was the man from downstairs in the all white uniform. He was wearing white trousers, and a white jacket, with white shirt, black tie, and white shoes. His hair was thin, jet black, and brushed back. His eyes were a very dark brown that they almost looked black, and there seemed to be no life behind them. His face was a pale white, with his cheeks sunken in. He really was frightening me. I froze, and was unable to respond. - I am Doctor Stanis, and am here to sort out what I have been told is a Gono infection, and, give you an examination. I'd like you to sit on the edge of your bed for me so I can take a look. EXCERPT from Part 35; Either side to the entrance to the 'Medical Chamber' were the two very sick and frail looking men that had just arrived, wearing their hospital gowns, ID around their wrists, oxygen masks, whilst sitting in their wheelchairs. One of them looked to have unusual eyes. He didn't seem to be focusing. - Bring him in will you please Larry, and place him on the central steel examination table. Then wheel in my two patients, and place them in a corner each. Not the back wall, the door wall. Then leave. - At your service, Doctor. I had for the first time heard Sir's name! EXCERPT from Part 36; He placed his hands on my distended abdomen, and just stared at me, looking deeply into my eyes, boring into my soul. - It is soon time for your Master's virulent DNA to be drained from your cunt. And time also, for you to receive some brand new DNA. Speaking of which, how rude of me. I haven't introduced you to our two new guests. Charlie, this is Friedrich. He has several strains of HIV, one that is completely med resistant, and two strains of Hep C, hence his yellow appearance. He has AIDS! Friedrich had a nice thick bushy mustache which had always been a huge turn on for me. And then he looked over to the other guy, whose eyes looked odd. - And this is Igor. You may have noticed Igor's eyes are not what they are supposed to be. He has late stage syphilis, and is now almost blind. He too has multiple strains of HIV, which have also progressed to AIDS! Between these two 'sick fucks', they have a combined viral load of 71 million. They are EXCEPTIONALLY infectious! He took the two syringes of blood, that had just come from the two dying German studs, and injected it into a saline bag, hanging on an IV pole, again, to the side of the central examination table. My cannula was opened, in went the tubing from the saline bag, IV tubing clamp opened, and now, slowly in came my bag of very special fluids. ************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************* Part 37 and M☢️RE coming up ~ Charlie, the Demon obsessed boy's adventures continue .... 👺🐺💉☢️💦

I'm 9 but I sometimes will lie and say 6 inches if not in the mood to deal with annoying size queens or the BBC obsessed party queens.

Part 2 I got in my car, drove home with nerves and excitement. I met him at my front door and showed him in. All was quiet in the apartment and my room mate would be gone until 7:00p- a full day ahead of us. I led him upstairs and into my tidy and neatly kept bedroom. I was nervous, my social anxiety flaring never quite knowing what to do in the moments before we got naked. He told me about his work and what he's been up to as he loaded a pipe. We smoked and I felt the loosening of my anxieties and fears. I started talking too. He shotgunned me a few times. Getting me higher with each. He was gorgeous and becoming moreso by the second. I was starting to feel myself getting hornier. He had taken off his shirt, I followed suit. "So you've been watching slam videos? Why is it something you would never do?" "I don't know- It's really hot to watch but I've always rationalized my T use. Smoking is ok, but if I slam I might get addicted" "I see. The rush is incredible. You've never felt anything like it." "The videos are so hot- I..." He cut me off, saying: "You know, I have supplies with me. If you were interested. We have all day, you're safe at home and I am an expert admin" And then he kissed me. The kind of kiss that would put me off kilter even if I was stone cold sober. "I promise, I'll take care of you. I'll make you feel good, baby. I see something in you- you want to let go of you inhibitions. This will help." The world seemed to freeze as the quite moments of consideration passed. "Okay" I said softly. With that he set to work getting our points ready. "This is .2" he said. "It'll be a great first time for you and if you want more after- we can arrange it" "This should be fine- I can't imagine I'll do more than just that one". His lips quirked, a hint of not believing me. He tied off my arm He brought the needly to the crook of my elbow and inserted. I was transfixed- I thought it might hurt, thought i might need to look away. Neither happened. I watched as it registered, my blood filling the clear liquid in the point. And then he pushed the contents into my vein.... End of Part 2

I had been working in the city for several weeks before I found the bar. It was down a dark, run down side street and only obvious from the gaudy neon light outside. I had read about it online, and most of the reviews used words and phrases like 'filthy', 'sleazy', and 'full of older men'. The prevailing opinion was you only went there once just to see how awful it was. I, on the other hand, was attracted to it precisely because of the sleaze and the sense of depravity in the reviews. For some reason I find myself drawn to encounters which would disgust most people, (although I had not had many such encounters myself). Well, once inside the bar, the music was playing loudly, and the dim lighting revealed the bar counter, a dance floor and a selection of tired and grimy tables and chairs. About six guys occupied the bar stools, chatting to the barman, who was a large, middle aged man with glasses. Somewhat nervously, even if excited, I took a spare bar stool and ordered a beer. Three of the guys on the corner of the wooden counter were giving me the eye as they chatted - a thin old guy probably in his sixties with a cap and thick spectacles, a fat guy about the same age whose polo shirt only just covered his heavy belly which hung over greasy trousers, and a younger, chubby guy with a pale face which shone with sweat, which was framed by thin, mousy hair. The man seated next to me greeted me, and we chatted for a while, which also served to calm me down so I could relax. After a while, I plucked up some courage and asked "So, does this place have a ... you know... dark room, or some place like that?" He gave me a wry smile. "Just downstairs. The toilets in the basement. That’s where the guys go and get up to all sorts." I sipped some more beer, feeling my palms getting sweaty and my heart beat faster. "But if you go down there, be careful with your wallet. It's easy to get your pocket picked when someone's sucking you off." I blushed and nodded. "Can't be too careful." "Oh, and use a condom." Uh oh. I thought, here comes the safe sex lecture. He must have seen my expression because he shook his head and said "No, I mean it. This 'ain't Disneyland. You let a guy in you bare down there, and you'll likely get knocked up, if you know what I mean. Some of them would love to get in your pants and give you a dirty load." My heart skipped a beat and I felt excitement and fear in equal measure. "Anyway," he said, tapping my shoulder, "I just thought you should know. I'm going outside for a cigarette." He got down heavily from the stool and disappeared outside. The guys at the bar were ignoring me now. I took another sip of beer, then went over to the narrow, dimly lit stairs to the basement toilets. At the bottom, a left turn led to a small space containing two cubicles with broken locks and a filthy sink. The urinals were straight ahead from the foot of the stairs, behind a screening wall. There was no one there. I didn't know whether to be disappointed or relieved. I was in the area next to the cubicles when I heard a step behind me. I turned to see the three guys from the bar crowding into the space. They didn't say anything, but the thin guy with the thick glasses began to rub a rather large bulge in his threadbare trousers. I gave them a nervous smile, aware of my own trousers tightening at the groin. He slowly unzipped his fly, reached in and pulled out a thick, stiff cock. I took his cock in my hand, feeling the warm, silky flesh in my palm. "Do you want to suck it, mate?" he asked. The sixty-four thousand dollar question. The moment when I could still make a choice to stay or go. I made my choice, and bent forward and took him in my mouth, tasting the salty sweatiness as he dug in a pocket and took out some poppers. I heard him sniff deeply, then the bottle was offered to me. I stopped sucking long enough to take a big hit, feeling the chemical course through me. My inhibitions wash away, so I eagerly resumed sucking him. The bottle, meanwhile, was passed between the men and the powerful aroma filled the small space. I felt a hand grab my arse and stroke it through the material of my trousers. " Nice arse," said a gruff voice behind me. "Let's see it, then." I fumbled with my belt and zip, and then my trousers slid down to my ankles. I felt rough fingers dig into the waistband of my underpants and pull them down, exposing my bare bottom. I continued to suck the cock, until he lifted my chin and straightened me up, before kissing me on the mouth. I gasped as his tongue slid between my lips and I tasted beer and cigarettes on his breath. He laughed as he pulled away. "Bend over the sink, matey," he said. The young chubby guy was sweating profusely and grinning like a Cheshire cat. He had dropped his trousers and pants as he wanked a thin, curved cock and was beside himself with excitement. Slowly, I turned and bent over the sink, grabbing the edge of the cold ceramic bowl. Beside me, the fat guy was humming happily to himself as he pulled the polo shirt over his head, revealing a fat, hairy torso, and flabby belly. His body odour filled the space as he dropped his trousers and a thick, stubby cock sprang up between his fat thighs. There was a grimy mirror above the sink. I saw my reflection, face flushed from the poppers, and behind me the thin guy digging a crumpled tube of KY from his pocket. He unscrewed the cap, squeezed a dollop on to his forefinger, and roughly worked it into my arsehole, the filthy, rough fingernail scratching my delicate skin. "Here we go," he remarked, dipping to push trousers and pants down, then waddling behind me and sniffing from the brown bottle. I had one last moment of sanity. "Don't...don't you want a condom?" He chuckled and handed me the bottle. "Naw, we're all friends here, 'ain't we?" The young man giggled. " Fuck him, Bill!" I sniffed the poppers, felt a moment's fear as Bill pushed forward and then his cock slid up me in a delicious, slippery rush and I gasped and sagged over the sink. "There we go," Bill whispered and began to slide slowly in and out of me. "Jesus, he's got a nice arse!" He said to the others. "Proper smooth and wet." He fucked me for a few minutes as the other two clustered round and probed under my stomach to feel the base of the cock sticking in me. Suddenly, footsteps sounded on the stairs. I would have got up but the others seemed unconcerned, and whatever the case, I was pinned to the sink. In the doorway stood the man from the bar who had warned me about being careful. His face was a comic mixture of shock, disgust and lust as our eyes met. Bill stood back, and the man could clearly see his cock was bare and glistening with lube. "Want some, mate?" The man blushed and shook his head, but he didn’t leave and I saw his hand begin to rub his crotch. "C'mon then, Jamie." said Bill. "Climb on and fill yer boots before you blow a fuse!" The chubby young man waddled behind me and eagerly pressed his cock into my hole. It was thin and curved with a mushroom head, and went in easily. Unlike Bill, he fucked me in short furious strokes, gasping with pleasure as the sweat dripped from his chin on to my bare buttocks, "Oh..oh yeah..uuuh..uuuh." he grunted as Bill pressed the bottle to my nose. " Fuck 'im Jamie! " growled the fat man, " Give 'im that dirty load of yours!" My head swam from the poppers and I heard my voice squealing with pleasure and animal lust as the young man's movements got faster and more urgent. "Here...here it comes...aah!" he gasped, and I felt his cock stiffen and throb and knew he was spurting in me. At last he relaxed, and pulled out, staggering back to lean against the wall. I felt a drool of sperm run down over my scrotum and was aghast at what I'd done. Yet I didn't move. I looked at my swollen face in the mirror and licked my lips in shame and lust. The man was still standing in the doorway, rubbing his crotch. But now he was shaking his head slowly and looking at me as if to say "You stupid bastard." I felt a heavy body behind me and the flabby belly being lifted on to my buttocks as the stubby cock nosed at my hole. Bill bent beside me and kissed me again, remarking "There now, didn't I say we were all friends?" The fat cock slid into my dripping hole and began to mechanically fuck me. I gasped and hung onto the bowl as he rode me, all the time looking at the man who was shaking his head, but now had his cock out as the young man knelt before him and sucked it. "More than friends," puffed the fat man as he started to thrust fast and hard into me. "He's gonna be family after we knock him up!" then he grunted like a pig and shuddered all over as he came in me. He pulled back and I straightened up, feeling the sperm from two loads sliding out of me. Bill was grinning and he ruffled my hair. "Dirty bastard, ‘aren’t you?" The fat man pulled on his clothes, belched and disappeared upstairs for a drink. Idly, I watched the young man's head bobbing back and forth until the man gasped and spurted into his mouth. Not meeting my eyes, he scurried out. Jamie got up and pulled his trousers up, his mouth wet with spit and cum as Bill fastened his trousers. "Don't you want to fuck me?" I asked. "Not yet, mate. We've got a whole evening ahead of us.”

I’d been a late bloomer for most of my life. Accepting myself as gay was hard and so I only lost my virginity at 27 after I had moved to Berlin for a new job. After that I was still pretty shy but grindr and other apps helped me make up for lost time at least a little. Maybe a year later I was sitting at my desk bored off my ass and decided to have a look on grindr. As it was still pretty early there was not much going on nearby, but I soon got a message from a guy who was really close by asking if I was also working at his company. Turns out I was. He was only 22 and his profile pic was a headless but nicely toned torso with a pretty nice bulge. We messaged a bit back and forth and then he sent me a pic of his cock and asked if I would suck him. Being shy I hesitated at first, but I was intrigued by the idea of having sex at work, so I agreed. I had no idea what I was in for. He told me to go to a bathroom that was pretty secluded where we probably wouldn’t be disturbed, switch off the lights and get naked; then text him to come. So that’s what I did. He got in shortly after and opened his pants. I couldn’t see a thing. We got closer and he pushed my head down on his cock telling me I was now his bitch and I should suck him good. This light dom/sub play was new to me and I hesitated for a moment, but he used that moment to push his cock deep in my mouth and made me gag on it with his hands holding my head tight. That’s when I clicked. I loved being his bitch and gagging on his big cock, so I just started sucking as if my life depended on it. “That’s right, bitch.” He said. “Swallow my cock. You like it, don’t you?” We kept going for a while and I really enjoyed it. When I started jerking my dick, though, he heard me fapping and twisted my nipple. “No, slut! You are to please me and not yourself.” I was his bitch and I was in heaven. It took him just a little longer until his breathing got harder and he said: “I’m about to cum and you’re gonna swallow it. If you really don’t want to, clap your hand twice on my butt and I’m gonna stop. But I would be very disappointed.” I thought about it. Did I really want this young guy, whose face I had never seen, cum into my mouth and then swallow it? I was too far gone though. I was his bitch. So I kept going and increased my sucking. “Yeah that’s right, bitch. You’re mine. Here it comes.” And he came with a big load down my throat, that I somehow managed to swallow completely. “Now lick it clean. I don’t wanna go back to work with a sticky cock.”, he said. When I was done, he put his cock back in his pants, zipped up and before he left the bathroom he told me: “You can finish yourself off now, slut, and wait at least 5 minutes before you leave! I don’t want you to see my face.” I only managed to say thank you and then he was gone. TO BE CONTINUED

Isn't it funny, I go to the sauna with intentions to spend all day there and struggle to get a decent fuck. But then, like on Sunday, I go but can only stay there an hour or so, and there's cock and arse everywhere! I woke up on Sunday morning feeling horny as fuck. I was due to go to a family Sunday lunch at 4pm, parents, brother and his wife and their boys, an aunt and her husband, that kind of thing, so I thought I'd drop by the Greenhouse early afternoon on the way. The car park was pretty full when I got there, promising I thought. After showering I headed down into the cellar. I could feel bodies but couldn't see anything as it's so dark down there. Feeling my way across to the sling I bumped into a couple of guys, exchanged gropes of cocks and arses, then found that there was a guy in the sling. Chubby guy, thin hard cock, felt his hole, quite wet. I'd got a new bottle of poppers, good stuff from Holland. I take a good sniff and as my head begins to fly I kneel down and press my tongue into his hole. I taste lube, cum, arse, it's such a dirty taste, so hot. I slurp the mess from his ring, lick down his crack, more cum and fuck knows what else. A guy pushes past me, shoves his cock into the bottoms hole, I feel the tops balls and sweaty arse crack, I feel the tops hole, he's wet too. I leave them to fuck and move toward the bench, I can see shapes now my eyes have become accustomed to the dark, I lie forward, resting my arms on the bench. Only seconds later a finger feels between my arse cheeks, finds my lubed hole. Then the anonymous shape is pressing an anonymous cock head into me, he's not too big, just right to open me up. I pull my cheeks apart to let him get deeper, squeezjng my hole around him. He fucks maybe a minute but then he's gone, too many guys here not ready to cum, but I like to feel them inside me. A guy reaches under me, grabs my Viagra enduced hardness, roughly pulls my cock too far back so he can try to suck it, hurts but I like being hurt. I stand and spin around, grab his balls, kiss his mouth, our teeth clash in the dark, tongues fight, he tastes of cigarettes and mints. He turns around offering me his arse. I push in, he's tight. I spit on my hand and wet his hole before shoving in harder, my cock driving through his muscle. He rears back, I know it's hurting him but I keep on pressing into him. He pulls away, too big he tells me, he melts into the dark. I cross the room, a guy comes up behind me, takes a nipple between his fingers, I rest my head against his face as he squeezes, twists. He bends me over the bench, pushing a nice large cock into my hole. It hurts as it opens my ring, his cock head driving through the tissues inside my arse. I think he was black, coarse curly pubes press against my cheeks. He said he wanted to cum, did I want his load? I said yeah He said where? inside you? I said yeah please So he fucked. Serious deep strokes, goes on for ages. My hole had dried, but I was enjoying the friction, I knew I would be sore later. I was thinking he may not cum after all, but then he asked for my poppers, stopped with his cock buried deep inside me, handed me the poppers back and I take deep sniffs and squeeze my arse around him. Then the real fucking starts. He really goes for it, savage deep anonymous shagging, so intense, I'm hitting the bench hard with each thrust, I'm hurting but loving it. Then his hard deep thrusts, 5 maybe 6, he growls as he shoots his cum deep, filling my bowels, sharing his seed. He pulls out, I'm on my knees in an instant, sucked him clean, loving the taste of his cum and my arse. Grabbing his towel he's gone into the dark. I'm knackered! I put my towel around me, my cock hard still, I head upstairs, into a cubicle, lay my towel on the bench. Leaving the door open I lay on my front and doze… Later, not long I don't think, there's a hand on my arse, a finger in my crack. I press back. His weight on the bench behind me, a damp towel thrown between me and the wall. He pulls my hips, I get the message and kneel up, he shuffles to me. I huff my poppers, my head spins with tingles of excitement. His cock is in my arse crack, he can't seem to get it right. I reach behind me, his cock is warm, fat, uncut. No condom. I move it to my hole, guide him, pressing back when it's in the right place. The head goes in, I'm so wet with the last guys load. He pushes forward, hands on my hips, holding me, pulling me, he slides deeper. I feel his shaft travel through my muscle, I so love the feeling of it, his hard cock entering my hole. I reach behind me. His pubes are shaved but stubbly, his balls nice and large, I love to feel my hole as a cock is stretching it open. He's long! His cock hits the back of my rectum before his balls hit my hole. I take more poppers, rest my head on my hands on the bench, my arse in the air, loving the feelings. He starts the fuck, pulls out, drives straight back in, again and again, it hurts when he bottoms out in me, he rams the wall every time he drives into me. I wonder if it's bruising something inside. I love the hurt, I want him deeper. He pulls out completely a few times, punching back through my sphincter, he's so fucking good. He shifts his angle, his cock bashes my prostate, it's painful but hot. Then something gives way inside me, I feel his scratchy pubes press against my arse cheeks. He's found my inner ring, his cock head is pushing through on every thrust, the sensation is awesome. He's getting faster, breathing heavily, he pulls out and grabs me, turns me over and pulls me to the edge of the bench where he's now standing. Pulls my ankles onto his shoulder, finds my hole again and is back inside my body, leaning over me. His sweat drips onto my chest. I'm almost folded, he fucks harder, deeper, punching my intestines, he holds my thighs, controlling my body as he pistons in and out. I cum, my cock untouched, I shoot over my stomach, it seems such a long cum as my arse cannot clench closed, it clenches his cock shaft, that seems to send him over the edge. He cries out, I more imagine than feel his cum but he must have shot 7 times, his cock buried deep inside me, his semen infiltrating deep into my body. My hole becomes wet, I know it's now leaking around his cock shaft. He collapses onto me, sweat and my cum between us. Just one word - thanks - and he pulls out and stands, pulling his towel back. As he turns I notice his tattoos, the Scorpion on his left arse cheek looks old, the bio-hazard on his right cheek is fresh, not long healed… Then he's gone.

As he was riding my cock, giving everyone ( now at least five people) a good show, my eyes fixed on to one black man, around age 40 maybe 6 foot tall slim build , with what looked like a foot long cock. Stroking it, and obviously enjoying the show. I gave him a nod of my head as if to say come closer.. which he did. I whisper to my boy, dont you want a taste of that..dont you wish daddys cock was that big...dirty nasty words to make him even more horny. The black man came closer , within reach of my bf and he touches it, opens his mouth and starts sucking.. Proud of my boy... at times seems sweet and innocent, but he's never questioned me about my cock.. is it clean? is it dirty? he's just accepted it however it is, raw and breeding him often... and now he's taking a stranger, a stranger at a video store, taking his cock and sucking on it.. i know I have to stop fucking my boy for a while and enjoy the show that is beginning. so i push him off of me and tell him to get on his knees on the floor.. He backs off from sucking the bbc and drops to his knees but then just as quickly goes back to sucking the black man. I sit back on the couch, touching myself, encouraging him and complimenting him on his cock sucking skills.. As much as i would like to see that cock erupt in his mouth, I really want to see it in his ass.. So I touch his shoulder and pull him back and bend him over the couch. Our new friend follows his movement and presses his thick dark meat up against his pink boy hole.. I kiss Eli and tell him how much i love him.. I kiss him deeply as that raw black cock pushes into his hole until it disappears inside him. As I' m watching this.. I can only imagine what might be going on.. After all this is the xxx vid store. Guys in here bareback all the time. Some are strung out on drugs, Some are homeless, Some have dirty toxic cocks.. No telling what best described the black man now on a mission to breed my boy.. And I wanted to watch it happen. I wanted to hear the black man groan as he was cumming, watching him push it in as deep as he could as he unleashed what I hoped was a huge load in his ass... I kiss Eli again . I look at him in his eyes and I ask him.. you want his load? he answered , Oh God Daddy, I do..... and with that I said to the black guy, I want to see you breed my son... and with that the black man lets out this sound of triumph and I know he's filling my boys gut with his first load of the night.

I,m an 8". I tell 8". I'm 53, so I tell 53. I'm 5'-8", so I tell 5'-8"... You like or not... That's what you get. Thank's.

Some say size doesn't matter.Others say it dioes. Personally I am mostly in the "doesn't" camp. Plus there are other factors: Shape - is it completely straight or like most have a degree of curvature or "bend"? Degree and direction of "bend" if present. I have no idea what other btms feel about this or what their experience is, but for me those can matter. While our internal plumbing all follow the same general layout, we are each essentially custom built. Those sometimes mean what works with one sluts hole may not always work as well on the next. The shape of a cock can affect how well it works in different holes. The more "extreme" the shape the, the more you may need to work with it. By that I mean, some positions work well, others less well. Put simply, trying to ram something which bends one way using a position where hole you are ramming it into goes in different and maybe completely opposite direction, may not be a happy experience for someone. While some btms might like how that feels, others won't. Yet other btms, if the guy on the other end of the cock ignored this simple fact and insisted on using "impractical" positions with btms that don't like it, he may find his journey home a bit surreal. Well, I imagine most guys would - going home in an ambulance without their cock. The size of a guy's cock really is irrelevant if they haven't a fucking clue how to use it. A really shit fuck is a really shit fuck however many, or few, inches it is. Likew, an awesome one... Well who gives a toss how many inches it is when getting fucked with it feels as good as that.

SO, '13' people seem to want this story to continue. 13, unlucky for some, lucky for Charlie 🐷 ... And potentially also lucky for his foolish boyfriend Richard 🐺🌕

It feels like total submission. For me twink bottoms or skinny small faggots were the best.

Been texting with a hot daddy who’s into father/son play. Finally we were able to get our schedules to match up and I went to his place. He had me strip down to my jock strap and had me lay on my stomach on his bed so he could spank me. He kept calling me “boy” and “son” as he spanked my ass before starting to rub and tease my hole. He had me in total heat begging him not to stop as he lubed his fingers up and started probing my ass with them. He asked me over and over again if I was going to be a good boy and let him fuck my ass raw. I was begging him to fuck me and pump his load into me. He rolled me over to 69 as I started to suck his solid 7in dick while he continued to finger my hole. Finally he got on top of me, lined his cock up and slide in As far as he could go. He held me down and fucked me alternating between hard and fast and slow and sensual. He held his head next to my ear and kept whispering things like “daddy has a slutty son doesn’t he?” and “squeeze that hole boy, milk daddy’s dick.” He had me leaking all over the place between him fucking me and the hot verbal. He finally asked me what I wanted and I told him I wanted him to breed me, give me daddy’s load. A few more thrusts and he started to shoot inside of me. It felt like he was coming for forever before he collapsed on top of me. When he pulled out, he told me to clean daddy’s dick which I happily did while he started jerking my cock and fingering my hole again until I came. His commanding tone in his voice was electric to me and I loved calling him daddy or dad the entire time! Can’t wait until next time!

Up early this morning and feeling really horny - but no one looking to hook up. Gave up and showered and got ready for work. Took one more quick look and got messaged by a van driver looking to hook up on his way to work. I decided to go in a bit later and told him if he could be quick I was up for it. He arrived fairly quickly - a fit, dark haired chubby guy with glasses. I sucked his cock, licked his sweaty, hairy arsehole and then pulled my pants down and bent over. I was already lubed and he slid his cock up me and fucked me bb over the kitchen table. He shot his load up me, pulled out, stuffed his cock back into his pants and left. He's gone off to start his deliveries and I'm off to work for a meeting of the senior management team - a nice big load of cum deep in my arse. Going to keep it up there as long as I can.

In that scenario, the bottom is not the amazing feature. Just sayin’...

It depends. if i am horny and just looking for cock and cum, it's doesn't matter. If i am looking for potentially deeper connection (which seems to often be the case), i've learned that age alone is not a factor. i've had some incredbly sensitive, intuitive and intelligent FBs who were in their 20's and have known older guys who didn't improve with age. Stuff like intelectual and emotional maturity are not necessarily associated with age, which is counter intuitive. One wants to think that maturity comes with age, but it doesn't. Maturity comes from experience and how we process/respond to that experience. There are plenty of older guys who have not learned from experience and are clueless. Conversely, there are younger guys who started even younger, paid attention and learned and apply what they know when with others. The guy i want a relationship with, who, for me, makes for the best sex as well; is the guy who is self aware, aware of others, and articulate.

I prefer my bottoms younger or near my age. Must be an incest family thing I saw when I was younger, but certainly enjoy a younger man. However a passion filled top is what it comes down to, the more passion the more breedings I want from him. If he is Poz......it's so much better😉

Any cock for me please...

i like to see more than cock and ass.

sadly, short of blowing up capitol hill when a majority of congress "people" are in session, voting 4 Twumpy 2020 is the only way to support liberty anti-american filth like Tlaib and Omar who say and do nothing when little girls' clitoris' are chopped off... Biden woudla been a shoo in had he run in 2016, but now he's just another lame in the field. Making excuses for giving blacks harsher sentences for crack vs cocaine, loving baby-killing Israel at all costs. Warren's tagline is "the corporations" when she's been taking lobbyist money for years and doing nothing ...Sanders is a subhuman commie pretending to be a Dem. Fuck em all Trump is the only choice, as far as I'm concerned. mor3 campaign promises kept than any other president

Loves the military? He couldn’t be bothered to serve in it when called to do so because of imaginary “bone spurs” and he just robbed the military of $3.6 Billion (yes, with a “B”) intended for needed defense projects at home and abroad in order to build his useless wall on the southern border to deal with his Trumped-up national emergency. Loves first responders? His answer to disaster relief is to throw paper towels at people like he’s shooting basketballs. He loves claiming credit for the work of first responders, but as for stepping up to aid those stricken by calamity - he’s a disaster. Loves the police? Our way of life? We’re a nation of laws, justice, custom, and honor. Trump flouts the law, has plainly obstructed justice, defies the customs that make our society work, and has demonstrated his utter and complete lack of honor with his daily brazen and unmistakable displays of hypocrisy and lying. Loves our country? Rubbish. Trump loves Trump. He would make himself the first King of the United States if he could - never doubt it. Love it? He doesn’t even understand it. To love America is to embrace its wild diversity so much that you would sacrifice to preserve it. That is what American patriots do. Trump has never sacrificed anything for the common good, never given of himself, and through word and deed proven that he can’t stand the diversity that is the hallmark of the nation. Loves this country? Donald Trump hates America at its best. When Trump hugs the Flag it makes me want to vomit. Insincerity comes off him in waves. He does it purely for show, not because the Flag holds any reverence for him. One does not honor the Flag by hugging it. If one is in service, one salutes the Flag. If civilian, one places one’s hand over the heart and removes the hat. Even in protest, the loyal citizen takes a knee. Trump’s hugs demean the Flag and are both an outrage and an impropriety. But of course, he has no shame. The man is a liar, an imbecile, a narcissist, a criminal, and utterly unfit for the office. Yet because he’s a loudmouth who will. Not. Shut. Up. and doesn’t give a shit about real problems, he manages to hoodwink millions of people who don’t want to use their brains to think. He seems to have hoodwinked you. Of course, that assumes that you actually are a Swede and aren’t just a paid Russian troll come here to try to manipulate American politics (again) for the 2020 election. If a Russian troll, иди трахни себя.

Talked a shy chubby cub into stopping by this morning. He sucked me off over the summer, and we've texted occasionally since. He knows I'm poz and is both scared and excited to play with me. So this am he sends me a message saying he's off today and asks me what I'm doing. I let him know I have to work but if he wanted to come over I'd make some time for him. I unlocked the door and waited for him, laying in bed naked. Soon as he comes in, I tell him to undress and join me. He's looking hot as fuck with his hairy body and beard, and the beginnings of male pattern baldness😛. I start off aggressively kissing him, telling him how happy I am he's here. I roll him over so I can spoon behind him, and start rubbing my cock in his hairy ass crack. I'm rubbing his nipples as my cock is teasing his hole, with my precum making it slick and ready for fucking. I turn on the dirty talk- ask him how my dirty cock feels on his hole, grab his dripping cock and tell him it looks like he's wanting me to make him me whore. He's just moaning a bit, so I tell him to take my cock in his ass. He starts humping back onto my cockhead, allowing it to gradually open him up enough to in a few inches. I hold still, and let him know he now has my dirty cock leaking its juices inside him, and there's no going back now. I push the rest of the way in, and start fucking him in full strokes. After maybe 10 strokes, I hear him cumming and feel him clamping down hard. I quickly thrust in and out a few more times then unload in his ass as I'm groaning. I held him tightly and rubbed his belly, telling him what a good cub he was to finally take my raw cock. I told him to just relax and let my load soak into him, as I keep gently stroking his hole with my cock. I reached for his cock and fondled it, telling him it was just like mine now- dirty and able to breed. It grew hard again in my hand, and I told him what a good pig he was gonna be. His excitement got me harder, and I did something I rarely do. I fucked him a second time having never pulled out from the first, and that load felt bigger than the last. He eventually licked my cock clean, and I let him know I needed to get going. He got dressed and I gave him one of my old t-shirts to wear. Black with a pig snout made of biohazard symbols. He laughed, but he put it on. Glad he let me be the first poz cock to unload in his ass. And hoping he keeps coming back for more.

Um. Dude. Trump "renegotiated" NAFTA and the resulting treaty was basically the same as the original one. And if you choose to vote for him, you're cutting your own throat. They WILL come for us. Faggots are expendable. IN fact, Pence and his christianist minions will take great pleasure in sending you off to a camp with brown children.

First, if you pull out the increased deficit spending from Trump’s tax bill plus Trump’s lax regulation that has permitted big banks to make risky corporate loans certain to tank in the next downturn, US GDP has actually shrunk since Trump came into office. Second the USMCA NAFTA-replacement you tout has NOT been ratified by the legislatures of the three signatories, so it is as legally binding as Charmin, something you’re certain not to hear on Fox News. As with all his ventures, his purported financial genius in government is just debt and bullshit to fool the rubes. I’m by no means a socialist and have been a financial institution exec for decades. I’m a big believer in responsible capitalism, but Trump is motivated solely by what will feed his ego with narcissistic supply and get him re-elected, no matter how much long-term damage it does to the country he and his supporters supposedly love. Outside the billionaires who actually benefited from his tax bill, support for Trump is the Dunning-Kruger effect at work.

My only fear which I don't think is based in reality but I do worry that people may become positive on PrEP, but PrEP is surpressing the virus enough to give false negative results and then the second prep is stopped, you'd convert to pos. And I have seen a few posts that "my very first fuck after PrEP pozzed me" and maybe they have been pozzed for years but only show it when prep is stopped. That might be totally unscientific but it's only been a few years where we are supposed to feel safe while barebacking on PrEP, which goes against the 30+ years of what we used to know.

Big dick problems is similar to the problems girls with big boobs have. Minus the back problems lol

most of the time, yes. it was a chance in a few instances to suck off someone who ignored me elsewhere. hungry mouth + hard cock = cum flood. however, there was one time at the infamous bar in e. st.louis, faces, (one of the few bars in the stl area with a dark/back room) I knelt down and after a few seconds, I felt liquid pour in my mouth. almost instantly I realized : he is peeing not coming. now I have nothing against water sports, have enjoyed them, but you don't go peeing in someone's mouth without asking. it is just dark room etiquette. lol

I’m 50 now, my 52 yo brother and I are both gay and we’ve fucked for what will soon be 40 years. I couldn’t imagine not having sex with him. We have sex about once a month. I think the longest we went without having sex was during college, and summers we always made up for lost time. It’s definitely a part of our relationship/friendship as brothers.

I always let ugly guys breed me. They usually cum quick which means more cum for my hole.

Part 3 As he pushed it in I felt nothing- That surprised me. In the videos there always seemed to be such a strong- And then it hit me. The Rush. It was like everything I'd heard and seen and like nothing I've ever felt. I was someone new. Free. I felt myself coughing as it hit me and then felt a tsunami of horniness envelop my being. "Good, huh?" he said. "Fuck yes. I...Holy fuck..." "Lay back baby and enjoy the rush. I'll be there in a minute" he said strapping his arm and bringing his point out. "Can I..." "You wanna watch?" "Yes, please. Yes, sir" "Oh wow. we're gonna have fun. You are a little piggy boy. I had a feeling about you- I knew that freak was in there. You just needed a little encouragement. Yes, pig. come over here and watch me." I came next to him and watched as he prepped. Once the needle was in his arm he looked at me. and then the flash. I let out an involuntary groan as his blood filled the syringe. and then it disappeared into his arm. As the rush hit him I lay back unable to control the heat taking over my body. I had to get naked now. I peeled off my pants so I was just in my briefs. I had chosen this outfit for work, not sex. Blue briefs were economic for working, not as sexy as a jockstrap would have been. So i pulled them off right away and started to touch myself. "I'm so fucking horny. This feels so amazing. Thank you, thank you for introducing me to this." He leaned in and kissed me. Then got up and stripped as well. While he stripped I touched myself all over, never satisfied, always needing more. always so turned on. He dimmed the lights and put porn on a laptop. He was wearing black bikini briefs. Much sexier. Without taking them off he lay next to me and we made out. I felt his tongue begging for entrance into my mouth and I let him in. We made out for what felt like seconds but also years. Time was different as a concept now. "One last thing- I only fuck bareback." "perfect" "and I'm poz. is that going to be an issue" A dull red flag raised in the back of my mind every sex ed class and every moment of my life till now screamed in the back of my head "yes, it's an issue. that's not alright" but I wanted him. needed him. That dull voice was drown out by my guttural instant response of "No, I want you. all of you" End part 3

Last weekend I decided to rent a room in a nearby city. I posted a few ads online saying that I was looking to take some cock. I left it up to them if they wanted annon or not. I got several messages, so I was hoping for a decent turn out. The first guy was a cute 30 something. Thin with an 8in. He came in and we stripped. I spent maybe 10 minutes working his tool orally until he moved around behind me. He pushed in and started fucking like an animal doggie style. Eventually he shot a nice thick load in me. He dressed and left. I checked my cell and found two other guys (45 and 38) that wanted to come over. After a few minutes talking, they agreed to meet together. A few mins later, I have one in my ass and one in my mouth. They both switch positions until I have both of their loads filling up my hole. It slowed down for a while. I had a guy in his 50s, but nothing special to mention. He was nice, but just wanted a bj. Around 8, I got a message from a hot 25 yo black guy that said he was high and horny as fuck. I said come on over and I'd help him out. He came over and had a huge 10in cock. I quickly switched on slut mode and went to my knees. I worked on him for a half hour before he said he was ready to fuck my brains out. I got into the bed and layed on my back. He lubed up and started pushing into me. It's been a while since I felt that full. He started fucking me like I was his bitch. And I guess I was. We spent the next hour with him tearing my guts up. I was in heaven and didn't notice him texting. Eventually, two of his buddy's showed up, both his age and both with huge dicks. He asked about my limits and I said do what you want. And they did. They doing the rest of the night tag taking me, fucking me until I almost passed out. It was amazing.

Hmmm, interesting. This isn't scientific, but i can make sense of this thinking about it. The sooner one starts taking cock, the longer they have had to get conditioned to taking cock, both psychologically and physically? i didn't take my first cock until i was 27 years old. On the other hand, i was bottom from as early an age as i can remember anything sexual. i was 7 or 8 years old when Danny Newberry showed me an enema nozzle and explained to me what it was for. i immediately went home and found our enema nozzle and it became my first dildo. Growing up, i put everything and anything in my hole, it came naturally. By age 12 i was fantasizing that whatever went in my ass was a guy. i was hugely conflicted about it because of my religious roots, they were always in a fight with my nature. Eventually, my nature won out. Some have suggested that guys from my generation go through a sort of second puberty when they accept themselves as adults. When i was younger, i had 'standards' but have developed into a bottom who will take anyone who needs or wants to penetrate and/or breed me, so i do not relate to age as being a factor for willingness to bend over and not just "take" it, but want it. i was at a gay sex resort last spring, in the 'play' room. There was a guy sucking another off on a sofa, others standing around watching, so i offered my hole. It was already opened and cum filled because i had been backed up to a GH. There were two young, hung guys who had both fucked me already, but seemed to get into the fact that i would take it publicly, The guy that started on me bent me over and started ramming in and out. He kept withdrawing completely, then ramming back in, which i find harder to take. At one point He said: "turn around and clean it off, it's covered in cum." He seemed a little surprised when i immediately did it. It wasn't my preference, but i wanted Him happy. His cock was both long and fat, so it was hard to suck, but i did it. He laughed at me and made jokes to those watching about my willingness to take His cock in my mouth after it had been in my hole. He switched between fucking and getting sucked by me several times, then pulled out and walked outside. i heard Him laughing and talking to His friend outside, describing me to him and telling Him what a slut i am, He wasn't being flattering and actually hurt my feelings. He brought His friend back in, a black guy i recognized who had bred me in the gh booths. They took turns fucking me publicly and then asked me back to their room. i didn't go because of the way i had heard them talking outdoors. The reason was strange, was willing to take the humiliation, but my instincts made me think they intended to harm me, so i didn't go.

Would you care to elaborate, for the benefit of those of us who evidently are not as worthy of cock as you, as to 1) what you mean by ‘seedy’, and 2) who you think you are to sashay in here and pronounce your unsolicited and unwelcome judgment on the rest of us? You don’t think bottoms who use poppers know how to appreciate an erect cock? You don’t think we’re any good at sex? Your opinion is as fatuous as it is uninformed. There are several Men who seek out my service on a repeated basis who would apparently disagree with you. No one has made a value judgment about your sexual proclivities; please extend the same courtesy to others while you’re here.

At the top of the stairs was a short corridor and on the left was a TV room playing porn. I had, of course, looked at plenty of porn in the secrecy of my bedroom, but seeing naked guys having sex on a big screen was exciting. I was also quite shocked to see they weren't using condoms as the camera zoomed in on a thick cock ploughing a gaping arsehole. A very old man sat on a sofa watching the film. He was naked and playing with a large, thick cock. He stared at me as I came in and emptied the bin of tissues with shaking hands. My cock was hard in my shorts and I could see him looking at it. Then he licked his lips and winked at me, all the time stroking his erection. I left him there, and went next door on shaky legs. The door was closed, and I heard someone gasping and grunting and a voice saying "Yeah...fuck him... that's it. Do him good." I didn't know what to do, but I was supposed to empty the bins, so I opened the door and went in. There was a large, circular bed in the middle of the room. A small, plump old man was kneeling on the edge being fucked by a tall thin man with shaven pubes as the third man lay on his side on the bed stroking his head and feeding him his cock. "Fuck him." He said again. I was shocked, and excited and embarrassed all at the same time, and stood there stupidly with my plastic bag, not knowing what to do. The tall, thin man who was fucking smiled at me and said "Don't mind us...ooff that's nice...you must be new?" He was so nonchalant I said "Yes, I'm Timmy" In a voice thik with excitement. "Good to meet you. I'm Sid" He said. He drew his cock out of the arsehole and I saw it was glistening with lube and bare. "is it still raining outside?" He said. I couldn't believe he was so casual, carrying on a conversation about the weather as he barebacked the fat arse in front of him. I found myself standing next to him, watching, as the third man opened a brown bottle. Suddenly, the room was filled with an aroma which made my heart pound and my cock even stiffer in my shorts. "Not gong to University, then?" He said, his hand feeling down the back of my shorts and caressing my arse. "N..no." I said. What is this? I thought. But his voice was so calm, so seductive I began to relax and diddn't resist as he took my hand, lent back and got me to feel his cock where it entered the kneeling man. The third man sat up and swung round onto the edge of the bed. "Good to meet you." He said. "Has Bill put the kettle on yet?" As he spoke, he casually grasped my shorts and pulled them forward and down, releasing my cock which sprang up like a poker. "Oh very nice" He said matter of factly. And then he took it into his mouth and I felt myself being sucked for the first time. I gasped, even as Sid leant down, picked up a crumpled tube of lube and squeezed some on his finger. "Yeah,

"As he rose from his chair, I took Greg's hand in mine, kissing it while I led him to the bedroom. 'Our bed awaits! Lube and maximum impact are on the night stand! Having you here makes me feel like a kid on Christmas morning! Would it be okay if I unwrap you?' 'Only if you let me return the favor! Given our no expectations agreement, this isn't something I thought we'd be discussing, but it's something you should know. I have obscene overhang! Quite a few guys have told me my cock is ugly. Things got so bad, I actually considered going for a circumcision!' Just the phrase obscene overhang kicked my mind into overdrive, but I thought it best to keep my piggy desires to myself for the time being. 'As far as I'm concerned, there's no such thing as an ugly cock! Nothing is uglier than bad attitude and those guys are the ugly ones! Raise your arms so I can take your shirt off!' Greg complied and I grabbed the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head, revealing lush, tight curls where I hoped to wallow at some point. Equally inviting were his nipples and I took the opportunity to briefly flick my tongue over them. 'My turn, arms up!' Once my shirt was off, Greg buried his face in my chest for a few seconds. 'Honestly, I was attracted to you from our first private chat, but your magnificent fur is like the cherry on a sundae!' 'Since we're both wearing sandals, let's just kick them off!' We did just that"

I get naked before the point.... saves time, easy access...

I always look. Sometimes I'm obvious, when I'm pretty sure the guys gay. Sometimes I get lucky and get to suck on it. Sometimes the guy freaks out. And once is a blue moon, he feigns disgust but gets hard... I usually offer THOSE guys eithe hole and complete discretion!