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Chapter 1 I’d recently graduated from college and had landed my first real job in a new city far far away from my family. I'd thought I'd have freedom in college but I ended up going to the same place that both my parents worked, a small religious college so I had to be really careful so nothing got back to then about their only son. A little about me. I'm about 5'5" pretty toned from all the swimming I do. I was naturally smooth which I hated because I wished I was hairy. I thought the hottest thing ever was a hairy older guy. I have light brown hair which I keep cut pretty short, bright blue eyes. Oh yeah and my penis was on the small side only about 3 inches when hard. So here I was finally on my own a 23 year old horny as fuck virgin with no clue how to change that. I'd been in the city for about a week and was settling in. My apartment, as sparse as it was, felt like home and so far I really liked my job. It was Saturday morning and I decided to go for a jog since I hadn't had time to find a pool yet. It was a warm day but I was wearing long shorts and a loose t-shirt. I was proud of my body but I'd always been taught to be modest and that showing to much skin was a bad thing. I had a good run and was sweating pretty good by the time I got back to my apartment building. It seemed like most of the residents of building were polite but kept to themselves, which worked for me I was definitely more on the shy side. The elevator doors were closing as I passed heading towards the stairs. I noticed there was someone inside but I didn't get a good look. Once I reached the third floor a turned to head to my apartment when this small dog came running up to me. "Hey boy, what are you doing out here by yourself?" I was on my knees petting the cute dog when I noticed a pair of shoes attached to some very hairy legs. My eyes scanned up to see the hottest man standing in front of me grinning from ear to ear. "Damn Buddy, I leave you alone for one minute and you find a cute guy to pet you." “Oh I don’t mind he’s adorable," I said as I was scratching him behind his ears. "Ahh yes you are." Wait what? "He likes you, son." I blushed as I looked up at him. "You here visiting someone? I know I haven't seen you around before." "Umm no sir, I just moved in last week. I'm in 3C." "Well 3C I'm Brad and you've met Buddy. We're in 3H just behind you," he said motioning just over my shoulder. I stood up and offered him my hand. "Nice to you meet you I'm Cody ." He firmly grasped my hand and holy fuck if my cock didn't start to grow. "Well Cody it's very nice to meet you. It'll be great having some young blood on this floor. All of your neighbors are old fucks like me." "It's alright, sir, I kind of like older men." Oh shit did I just say that out loud. He smiled and let go of my hand. "Hmm that's good to know, son. Well I should get Buddy his treat. Now remember if you need anything, son, I'm in 3H." "Thank you sir." He moved past me and patted me on the shoulder. I couldn't get to my apartment fast enough. The second I closed the door I dropped my shorts and started rubbing my hole. My little cock immediately began to shoot rope after rope of cum. Damn what the hell was wrong with me, the man barely touched me and I lost control. This was so wrong. A few hours later I was busy unpacking boxes when there was a knock at the door. I opened up and there stood my neighbor with biggest smile on his face. Okay so let me take a second here and discribe this man for you. He was 6'3" 200 lbs of muscle. Hazel eyes, dark brown hair, short on the sides and a little longer on top with a nice trimmed beard. He was wearing a tight tank top so I could see his perky nipples that appeared to be pierced. He had a big tattoo on his right shoulder that went partially down his arm. It was times like this I was really grateful for my small penis. I could feel it starting to get hard but thankfully it was hidden in my baggy shorts. "Hi Cody, sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you might help me out for a few minutes." His voice was so deep it made my chubby totally hard. What was happening to me? Why was this man making me so excited. "I'm rearranging some furniture and could use another pair of hands." My parents had always taught me to be respectful of my elders and help out where I could so I immediately agreed. As I followed him down the hall to his apartment, I couldn't take my eyes off his muscular back which lead to an amazing butt. I wondered what he'd look like naked. Oh man, what was wrong with me. One week away from home and I was having such wicked thoughts. Then again wasn't this why I moved so far away so that I could try to figure out who I was. I was so distracted in my thoughts that I hadn't noticed Brad had stopped in front of his door and I ran right into him. "Oh man, I so sorry sir. I wasn't paying attention." He started chuckling, "it's okay son, I'm just wondering what's got you so distracted." I started blushing a deep red. "Damn son, you are so fucking cute." He put his arm around my shoulder and gave me a squeeze, wow he smelled good. "Come on, let's get inside.” "Wow, your apartment is nice. It's so big." He chuckled, "so you like them big?" "Umm, sorry I mean I'm just in a studio so I wasn't expecting the one bedrooms to be so much larger." I was turning even redder now. He must think I was such an idiot, of course the one bed rooms would be larger. Okay stop talking, move furniture, go back to my apartment and die of embarrassment. He flashed me his sexy smile that just seemed to melt me even more. "Seriously kid you are so damn cute. Okay so I just had my new TV mounted on the wall and I want to move the couch over there to the opposite wall. We each got on one side of the couch and presided to move it to the wall. "Wow that was surprisingly heavier than it looks," I said. "It's a hide-a-bed which makes it a lot heavier, but it's a really comfy couch so I can't bear to part with it." He sat down on the couch and patted next to him. "Have a seat and see for yourself." I cautiously sat down on the far side of the couch and sunk into the most comfortable couch I'd ever sat on. "Oh wow you weren't kidding." He smiled again. Damn him and those smiles. "So where'd you move from?" "Umm, a small town in Kansas." "So I imagine the city must be quite the change for you." "Yeah its amazing. There's so many guys here." He chuckled again. "So did you leave a girlfriend," he paused for a second before adding, "or boyfriend behind?" "Uhh, umm, no, no girlfriend." I looked up at him and then stuttered, "and umm no boyfriend either." His smile for even bigger. "A cute thing liked you won't be single for long here in the city." "You think I'm cute?" Oh my god I can't believe I just asked a man if he thought I was cute. This guy was seriously going to be the death of me. "Son, I think you're fucking adorable. Can I ask you a question, no judgment I promise." "Okay sure," I answered nervously. "Are you a virgin son?" Yep that's it, dying of embarrassment. "It's okay, I promise no judgment son." I looked up at him and saw his kind smile. "I've never been with anyone. My parents are very religious and don't believe in sex outside of marriage." "That's okay. Some people believe that and that's perfectly alright," he paused then added, "for them, but other people need sex, lots of sex and that's okay too." "Umm yeah well I've lived a pretty sheltered life." He smiled really big. "Well son, you're not in Kansas any more. You're free to be whatever you want to be. Did you date much back home?" "No sir. I wasn't really interested in dating any of the girls around me. I just concentrated on school." "Can I ask you another question son?" "Of course. Not sure I can embarrass myself much more now." He started laughing. "You're fine, everyone has to start somewhere. So Cody, are you gay?" I went bright red. "I umm, I umm, umm, think so sir." "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I'm gay. Would you like to kiss me son?" He placed his hand on my leg and I froze. I looked him in his eyes and my little penis was rock hard. I swallowed and shook my head yes. He leaned in and very gently started kissing me. Oh man I was in trouble.

Part 10 - Day 7 At Sea Andre leaned over, it was 5.30am and placing his phone back on the bedside table Luca ground his ass back on Andre's cock. He had remained inside Luca most of the night and seized the opportunity shuffling his body closer and pushing Luca over on his stomach he was back on top of him. Instantly their mouths met and kissed, both Andre's arms went under Luca's neck and head holding him there. Andre's face was buried against Luca's, the warmth of his breath and kisses, the feeling of his hips riding his ass, everything about Andre was perfect. Luca could not keep the smile off his face, despite his ass being sore he kept the smile and kisses going until Andre pushed in harder than ever delivering more love in to Luca in a succession of deep thrusts. Andre just couldn't hold back, he knew it was born out of love for the sweet cute guy under him who in turn seemed to be totally in to him. But just how deep did his feelings go for him? Only time would tell and show itself if indeed it was meant to be. Andre kissed Luca and slowly extracted his cock. Luca laid on his stomach a big smile on his face, the thought suddenly occurred to him that someone had made love to him under the duvet and it happened so naturally. He knew that this would be one night he would remember, he turned his head watching Andre getting off the bed who gently slapped his ass. Andre left just before 6.30am and Luca padded around the suite like a lost puppy, despite the lack of sleep he felt amazing like the whole world had opened up before his eyes. He wandered back up to the bedroom and put on his swimming trunks and headed to the pool for a morning dip and exercise. Tomorrow would see them back in Southampton then a few weeks at home before going to Tuscany, he was looking forward to seeing Mark and catching up with him. Admitting to himself that he liked and missed the fun and company of the person who knew him, well most of him. It took a moment to realise that his thinking of Mark had stirred his cock, giggling he put his head down and swam. Luca joined his parents at 9am for breakfast, the thought of the four Americans far from his mind until he saw the entire group sat at their table laughing and joking. Wondering if he was still the butt of their joviality but they soon looked serious when Luca sat down. His parents ever the social people straight away engaged in conversation, Luca glanced at Oliver who was looking at him. Having to glance again at Oliver he was sure there was a sadness in his eyes directed at him, in fact Oliver seemed to be the only one who refrained from conversation. Luca couldn't fathom Oliver out, was he just after bedding him or was he being totally honest about his feelings for him? Confused and feeling he couldn't trust any of them, he was plain angry over the way they played and wagered his ass. In a twist of fate and a sick game Luca made a decision to play them at their own game in front of his parents, waiting and listening to their conversation about last night and the show they went to see in the theatre. "I thought you all would have been in the casino?" Luca made a point of asking watching their faces. James chucked at the irony before replying "No, we are not big on gambling" he fell in to Luca's trap. Oliver shot James a look before he realised "The show was really good last night" James said backtracking. Luca looked at his parents "They like to play big stakes" he said then looked at Oliver "Don't you?". "Luca what is with this attitude this morning?" Gio asked looking a little cross with him. Luca looked at his father and smiled "They made a wager and they promised me 50% of the winnings". Gio laughed "Was it a big wager then?" he now asked looking over at the Americans. James smiled "Well you could say that but he is right we owe him half" he replied and looked at Luca. "Well aren't you going to tell us what it was about?" Sarah asked looking between Luca and the guys. Oliver looked at Sarah "It is a little embarrassing" he said "we wagered if Luca was gay". Sarah laughed "Is that all, so who won?" she asked "and how much was the bet?". "James won the bet" Luca replied "I think it was $500k so that makes it $250k they owe me". "Luca!" Gio remarked "I am sure the guys don't need to pay up, that is a rather large amount of money". Luca played along and laughed "They made the wager and agreed to pay me half, I had nothing to do with it". Oliver smiled looking at Luca "He is right we have to pay up, we can sort it out this morning". Luca couldn't believe how easy extorting the money for his silence "Okay" he replied. "Good" Oliver replied "Meet me in the Balmoral lounge at 11am" he said and turned his conversation to Gio. His parents found it amusing on the part that Luca had been open, something he very rarely did with his low self confidence. Luca was a little perturbed both at his parents reaction and seeing his plan almost backfiring with Oliver giving in so easy. Worst of all he now had to face Oliver this morning. Both James and Liam gave Luca several mischievous grins whilst eating their eggs benedict, Brad on the other hand kept a low profile unsure what to make of the events going on. Luca settled down and enjoyed his breakfast taking the occasional glance at Oliver who smiled when ever he saw Luca looking at him. The relief on their faces that Luca had not told his parents everything was evident to see, he was also unsure what to make of himself playing such a risky game with them. It still felt strange why Oliver behaved the way he did and he couldn't figure out if there was something else he wasn't being told. The guys stood to leave and Oliver reminded Luca to meet him at 11am. Gio waited until they left and looked at Luca "Did something else go on we don't know about?". Luca coughed and put down his coffee "I think Oliver is interested in me" he replied. "Right, he is certainly very nice" Gio nodded unconvinced by Luca's response "and you Luca?" he asked "are you interested in him?". Luca shrugged his shoulders "To early to say father, he seems nice but I am just unsure". Sarah shook her head "Luca" she said "he is very likeable and a decent man, you will find someone soon enough don't rush it". Luca chuckled "Who have you in mind?" he replied knowing his mother only to well. "Oh I don't know" Sarah replied "I am sure the right person will come along Luca". "May I be excused" Luca asked looking at his parents and they both nodded. Luca stood up to leave "Are you really going to take that money?" Gio asked looking at his son. "Maybe" Luca replied "I mean it was a bet so what is the harm. I will see you for lunch" he said leaving. Luca had half an hour to kill so we wandered around the ship, the atrium was busy with people shopping. The casino had a handful or hardy gamblers in trying to win back some of their losses. Stepping in to the lift Luca pushed the button for deck 7 where the spa and gym were located. Debating weather to have a massage he walked in to the reception area where Andre was saying goodbye to his client then sanitising his hands. He looked up and smiled seeing Luca standing there. Andre leaned over the counter then turned and walked towards Luca. "Hey, I am on a break now come and have coffee with me" Andre said looking as sexy as ever Luca thought. "Sure, I have 15 minutes to kill" Luca replied walking with Andre to the buffet area. Coffee in hand they sat at the same table where they dined the evening before "You look happier" Andre remarked. Luca chuckled "Did I look miserable yesterday then?" he asked sitting down. "A little" Andre replied "something was bothering you I think" he said slipping in to his Lithuanian accent. Luca smiled "I was upset but you certainly cheered me up" he replied sipping his coffee. Andre moved his leg and touched Luca's under the table "You made me very happy last night". Luca contemplated him for a moment before Andre spoke again "Will I see you after you leave?". Luca sighed "I live in London Andre, doesn't it make things difficult?" he said with his sensible head on. "I guess" Andre replied sadly "you have really captured me" he said looking down at his cup. Brad walked past with James on the outside deck and spotted Luca sat at the table in the window deep in conversation with the muscular blond guy. They could tell this was no ordinary conversation going on and looked very involved. Brad wanted to go inside but James held him back and said it was none of their business what Luca was doing. Luca looked at the stranger across the table intently, James turned to Brad and dragged him off 'definitely something went on there' James remarked then telling Brad the uniform indicated he worked in the spa. Luca watched Andre in a loving way for a while "You have been the only person to make love to me Andre". Andre looked up and smiled "At the moment I do not know where my life is taking me" Luca said being honest. Andre nodded "Different time different place things might have worked?" he asked looking up at Luca. "Stay in touch and come visit me" Luca said leaning forward "that way we can see if we feel the same". Andre smiled "Yes lets" he said "my contract finishes in 2 months and I usually stay in the UK for a week". "So we can meet then?" Luca asked looking at the time "sorry I have to go Andre" Luca stood up. He looked at Andre "Do you want to come to my suite tonight?" he asked trying to play it cool. Andre chuckled staring at Luca in silence for a moment "Yes" he eventually replied watching Luca smile. They exchanged mobile numbers and email addresses before Luca left. He was already five minutes late and saw Oliver sat in one of the alcoves talking to James and Brad who left when Luca appeared. Oliver watched Luca walk over and sit down, he couldn't help but smile. "You were very brave at breakfast" Oliver remarked "maybe too brave". Luca studied him for a moment "I have nothing to loose Oliver, you played me so I am playing you all now". Oliver laughed "Do you really think we are going to pay up?" he asked sitting back in sofa. Luca leaned forward "If you don't I will happily tell my parents what the bet was really about". Oliver smirked "Are you a street whore Luca?" he asked casually looking Luca in the eye and waiting. Luca sat there stunned at the insult "Pay up, you have had your fun" he replied looking angry. Oliver chuckled "I never got my fun so no I won't pay up until you sleep with me, then I will". Luca stood up "Fuck you" he said angrily to Oliver seeing a different side of Oliver that was disrespecting. Oliver sat and laughed "Who are you sleeping with tonight Luca, the butler or the blond guy from the spa?". Luca stood opened mouthed "You see, your street trash Luca" Oliver said calmly shrugging his shoulders. Luca sat down again "What does that make you four then?" he retorted stumping Oliver for a moment. "Was it your plan all along?" Luca asked "all four of you to fuck me?" he watched Oliver who remained quiet. Luca smirked "Well guess what, you won't get to fuck me" he said defiantly. Oliver looked on quietly for a moment then pushed a cheque over towards Luca "I think you are the opposite". Luca looked at the cheque for $250k then pushed it back "I am not a street whore you can buy". Oliver pushed the cheque back to Luca "I got you all wrong Luca and I don't think you will ever forgive me". "You can't buy me Oliver, I don't want your dirty money" Luca replied getting frustrated with him. "I want you Luca, not for a night or a week" Oliver said sounding serious "I think you know that though". Luca held his head in his hands "God Oliver, stop playing games. I just don't know what to make of you". Oliver nodded slowly "Get to know the real me Luca, I know this whole trip has been a cock up between us". Luca looked up and sighed "What do you want from me Oliver?" he asked needing real clarity on the situation. "You Luca" Oliver replied "I want to go on a date with you and see where it goes". Luca was torn thinking of Andre "I need time to think Oliver" he said "my life got complicated this morning". "The blond guy from the spa?" Oliver suggested looking at Luca "you two seem very close". Luca looked at him "How do you know this?" he asked looking confused. "Brad and James saw you talking over coffee and the way you looked at each other" Oliver remarked kindly. Luca nodded "There maybe something there, I don't know yet that's what we are exploring". Oliver chuckled "Is there anyone else I am competing with?" he asked smiling. Luca smirked and stood up "Give it your best shot that is all I am saying". Oliver stood "Can I take you on a date this evening?" he asked "your parents already like me". Luca shook his head "My parents don't dictate who I date, and I already have plans" he said leaving. Oliver shook his head "Luca!" he called out waiting for him to turn "I like a challenge remember that!". Luca couldn't help but laugh at the way Oliver made his point "Well take me to lunch then". Oliver smiled and walked over "Later" he replied "let's go sit outside and talk". No matter how much Luca had hated Oliver over the last few days he was still not immune to his charm or flattery and it crumbled the wall he had put up between them. Oliver on the other hand was not about to let Luca get away if there was any hope of something happening between them. The more Luca hated him the more interest he had and wanted to pursue him until he relented. They sat on the promenade deck chatting in the sunshine and by the time they headed in to lunch they both exchanged numbers and knew where each other lived, it was strange for Oliver revealing so much detail and he was conflicted about the one thing he still kept hidden. Knowing he would have to eventually come clean about his status if things progressed with Luca, and then there was the possibility Luca could be in the same boat but at least he would not have been the one who did it. Keeping their conversation light hearted they bonded building a friendship, Oliver loved the youthful charm and maturity Luca showed with his feet firmly planted on the ground. Lunch evolved in to the afternoon and they both joined Luca's parents for afternoon tea. His parents got on so well with Oliver they extended an invitation for him to join them for a week in Tuscany, Luca was unsure of this move knowing it would bring Oliver and him together for a week with no chance of escape. Returning to his suite early evening he couldn't deny that today had been very nice spending time with Oliver where the conversation flowed effortlessly. Lying on the bed naked after his shower he thought of Andre and Oliver, who were both keen on him. He had no idea what to do or how to play this having never been in such a position before. Girls had chased him but having two men after him was something he never imagined would happen. Andre though incredibly hot he didn't really know, Oliver was sexy in his own way and very attractive but much older. He cried out finding it hard to distinguish from them both and jumped off the bed getting dressed for cocktails and dinner. Always one to shy away from large gatherings like this, he would surprise his parents by turning up at the Duchess lounge at 7pm, well it was the last night so he had to make an effort. Oliver walked out of the treatment room stretching and smiling, the half an hour neck and back massage was all he needed. He turned and looked at the therapist one last time then disappeared back to his suite. Oliver was a person who liked to get his way and he was clearing obstacles. Luca finished getting dressed and was walking down the staircase when Ramon appeared to turn the bed down. He handed Luca an envelope then nodding his head down to his cock Luca chuckled moving towards the door explaining he was late. Ramon went upstairs and Luca opened the envelope addressed to him, pulling the piece of paper out he opened it and read 'Luca, sorry I cannot make this evening, A'. It was brief and to the point, Andre had brushed him off this evening. Standing there reading it again he was questioning if he had done something to upset him, or if Andre was not all he seemed. He threw the note and envelope in the bin. Putting a brave face on he walked in to Duchess lounge his eyes and heart captivated by the smile that broadened on Oliver's face as soon as he clapped eyes on Luca. Seeing Oliver he quickly forgot about the note from Andre. His mother noticed the look on Oliver's face walking past to greet her son, she approved and liked Oliver and made sure Luca knew this in their brief conversation walking with him to the bar. Oliver walked over to Luca and Sarah "Vodka and coke lots of ice?" he asked looking at Luca. Shaking his head Luca smiled "Champagne" he replied noticing Oliver was drinking the same. Oliver ordered a glass for Luca "I'm glad you came to cocktail hour" he said a little too excited. Luca smiled and picked up his glass of champagne "Salud" he said clinking glasses with Oliver. Oliver smiled "To us and getting to know you" Oliver replied flashing his best seductive smile. He was still cautious of each and everyone of the Americans, thankfully dinner with his parents was just them and very little talking with the guys on the next table. That was until desert finished, the guys stood up to leave and his mother invited Oliver to join them for coffee. They chatted away for ages with Luca mostly taking a back seat listening. Gio reminded Oliver about Tuscany giving him the dates and telling him Luca would pick him up from Pisa airport. Oliver could tell that Luca was a little uneasy from the way he looked at his father during the conversation. Luca and Oliver went for a walk on deck after leaving his parents. Luca was looking out to sea "Does it upset you that I will be coming to Tuscany?" Oliver asked. He stopped and faced Oliver "No" he replied and carried on walking "just don't get any ideas". Oliver smiled "I have never been to Italy so I hope you will show me around". "I may do" Luca said with a little grin on his face "our villa is in a quiet place there is no nightlife". Oliver chuckled "That's okay, I will have you to keep me entertained". Luca laughed "Is that so!" he remarked. They reached the aft end of the ship and Oliver grabbed Luca and held him in his arms looking at him. Luca made no attempt to escape instead he was again captivated by his eyes and looks. Their faces moved closer allowing Oliver to kiss him gently on the mouth and then letting him go. The subtleness of his charm and mannerism was gradually drawing Luca in and having the desired effect. Oliver placed his arm around Luca's shoulder and they carried on walking, after a few meters Luca slipped his arm around Oliver's waist and they smiled at each other. Luca couldn't deny there was a spark between them but he was cautious not to run head first. Arriving at the bank of lifts up to Luca's suite they kissed again briefly and Luca said good night. Oliver watched him enter the lift and the doors close, a smile on his face knowing that Luca was going to be alone this evening. His chat with Andre during his massage earlier made it clear that Luca was out of bounds and he was not to go anywhere near him. Luca locked the door to his suite and headed to bed completely oblivious that Oliver had already started clearing the path by removing Andre. It never occurred to him to question why Andre had cancelled their evening together, instead he decided to try to catch him tomorrow before disembarking the ship. Walking in to the dressing room he found that Ramon had already packed most of his evening suits. It dawned on him that it was his last night and back to normality tomorrow feeling a little sad, thoughts around Andre but also Oliver ran through his head. He needed to figure a lot of things out and whilst he tried to sleep it turned out to be one restless night.

I FINALLY got to nut earlier today. I found an old number from a fella I met at bookstore, and texted him. Couldn't remember what he looked like, but figured if I saved his number I must have liked him. I texted him a shot of my cock and asked if he wanted to bottom. An hour later I was fucking him raw in my living room. I gotta say I had no memory of meeting him before, but he was a fat little bearded man about 30, and his ass was hairy as fuck and tight. I nutted fast the first time, and only lasted about 5 minutes the second. And then, like a good pig, he left.

Marc and I had fooled around together when we were in college. He had a tight muscular body from being on the wrestling team, and I used to get hard watching his matches. He filled out that singlet well leaving nothing to the imagination. Marc was of French descent, but had some North African blood in him somewhere, so he had a nice tan and dark hair and eyes. He was bi, I guess, and I often jerked off outside of the bedroom door, listening to him plow some pussy. After the girl would leave, I would clean off his cock with my tongue and if he was good for another round, I'd let him fuck me raw and give me his second load. After college, we parted ways and stayed in touch at first, but lost contact after he moved to LA. We exchanged Christmas cards and through them, I followed his life. He got married and had two kids. Then, went through a messy divorce. I had moved to the city and was moving upwards in my business. I had also continued to fuck around with guys, and eventually started dating a really cute guy, Patrick, who was both taller and more limber than I as he he had no body fat and a tight torso. He also had beautiful buzzed blond hair and blue eyes. I met him working out at the gym and we hit it off. He was a romantic at heart and was my first real relationship. After fooling around together and seeing other people on the side for about a year or so, we decided to become monogamous. We had always worn condoms before that, and after being tested, decided to give them up. After a few Christmases together with Patrick, the cards from Marc stopped. By this point, Patrick and I had been together for about five years. We still had a very satisfying sex life and I didn't think either one of us was looking for anything else. Out of the blue, I got a letter from Marc. In it, he explained that his divorce had been terribly painful. His wife had discovered him fucking the brains out of her brother, left him, and took everything. Marc spiraled out of control and had had slept around with a bunch of guys and girls. Someone had given him HIV along the way. In his letter, he gave me a new phone number to call if I wanted to catch up. Of course I called him. He was planning on coming back East to start again and wanted to know if he could crash on our couch until he got his life back together. How could I say no? Patrick and I met Marc at the airport, and I hardly recognized him. Although he still had an amazing chest and abs, otherwise he showed-up looking like a ghost of his former butch self as he had lost a lot of weight. We went out for dinner and drinks and headed home to get him settled in. We were all a bit drunk as we made up the sofa bed and showed him where he could stash his clothes. Our tiny one bedroom apartment meant that we would be seeing a lot of each other, and Marc promised to respect our privacy as much as possible. That night, Patrick crawled up next to me in bed and asked me all about Marc, what our friendship had been like in school and what the sex had been like. He was getting worked up as I told him about taking Marc's loads and other risky things that I would never do any more. Patrick was getting turned on and started fingering his ass. I was getting turned on myself, but reminded Patrick to keep it quiet so we wouldn't disturb or embarrass Marc. Patrick pushed me onto my back and climbed up onto my dick, sitting down on it without lube. At first, he managed to keep his moans low and quiet, but as his rocking got more and more intense, the headboard started banging into the wall. I'm sure Marc knew exactly what was going on. I wondered if Marc was jerking off at the door like I used to do when he was fucking some chick. I gasped, as quietly as I could, filling my lover's ass with my load. Patrick pulled off my dick and lurched forward filling my mouth with his cock, driving it into my throat as he came hard. The next night, Patrick asked me more questions as we were climbing into bed. What was Marc's cock like? How big were his balls? Was his ass hairy? We both got turned on again and it ended about the same way, only this time, Patrick didn't even try to keep his voice down. He did wind up with a cummy hole and I wound up with his load in my stomach. This went on for a few nights, until about a week later, when I noticed that Patrick had not fully closed the bedroom door. I could see the light from the living room through the crack. Our foreplay continued with Patrick asking how hard Marc would fuck. What did his cum taste like? Did his balls slap my ass as he fucked me? From his angle, I knew that Patrick couldn't see the door. Had he left it cracked open on purpose? As I was fucking Patrick, I noticed a shadow in the doorway and I knew it was Marc. I knew he was hearing the filthy questions Patrick was asking about him. 'Did Marc ever rim you? Did he pull on your balls?' Knowing that this POZ stud was listening and may be jerking off to our lovemaking made me so hot. I blew my wad deep into Patrick's hole as he shot all over my chest. The next day at breakfast, I asked how Marc how he slept. He said he had a hard time getting to sleep, but drifted off after watching some great porn. I wondered if the porn he mentioned had been me and Patrick. Marc winked at Patrick, and I saw Patrick shudder. When Patrick got up from the table I could tell that he was hard. It got me hard to know that Patrick was turned on, but my stomach twisted a little thinking that Patrick was playing with fire. Flirting with a POZ stud was one thing, but leaving the door open, practically inviting him to witness our lovemaking was quite another. That night, I made sure the door was closed as we climbed into bed. Patrick climbed up next to me and started nibbling my ear. He then sat up and said that he was thirsty and was going to get a sip of water from the kitchen. He pulled on his robe, leaving it untied in the front, and left the room. I knew he was already naked and that Marc would see his body if he was still awake. I wanted to say something, but it was too late. I waited a few minutes for him and then got out of bed to see what was keeping him. Marc was on the sofa bed, propped up on his shoulders as Patrick was casually talking to him with his robe hanging open. I could tell he was hard as his cock pressed against the folds of open fabric with a bit of his pubes showing. They were whispering. Patrick looked as me and grinned like a kid getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I nodded at him and he said good night to Marc, following me into the bedroom. I lay down and realized immediately that Patrick had barely bothered to close the door. He dropped the robe and practically leapt onto me, pawing the sheets away from my body. Patrick bit my nipples hard and jerked my cock as he cupped my balls. He blew me for a few minutes and then mounted my cock. Usually, he faced me as he rode my dick, but this time, he faced away, watching the open doorway as he bounced up and down. It was only a few seconds before Marc's silhouette was visible in the doorway. He grinned at us and walked through the open door. I saw for the first time how much weight Marc had really lost. If anything, it made his uncut thick 7” dick look even bigger. I could not believe this POZ man from my past was standing naked in my bedroom as I fucked my partner. “You like to watch?” Patrick asked him. “Yeah. I like to watch. I like to do other things too...” Marc grunted in reply as he begin jerking his dick. I was about to say something, reminding Patrick that Marc was POZ, but just then, Patrick slid off my cock, swung his hips around so we were in a '69' position, whereupon Patrick shoved his drooling cock in my mouth. I protested as much as I could, but to no avail. From my position, I could only see Patrick's groin. I couldn't see what Marc was doing, but I had a good idea when I heard Marc say “Yeah man. Fuck yeah. Suck that cock!” I managed to pull myself out from under Patrick's body and saw him tongue-bathing Marc's POZ cock. I was so hard watching my allegedly monogamous partner swallowing another man's dick and loving it. Marc pulled his cock out of Patrick's mouth and spun him around so his ass was hanging off of the bed. He crouched down and ate Patrick's sweaty ass. I had been fucking Patrick already, so his hole was loose enough to swallow all of Marc's tongue. I stammered out, “If we're gonna do this guys, we should find some protection.” They continued as if I hadn't said anything. Patrick buried his head in the sheets, muffling his ears from my protests. Marc stood up and worked his drooling POZ cock over my boyfriend's bare, vulnerable hole. I crouched down beside them, trying to push Marc's torso away from Patrick's quivering ass. I placed my hand beside Marc's slippery cock and he placed his hand over mine, wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock. He kept his hand there as he directed the head of his dick into Patrick's winking crack. I watched in horror as the tip of his cock disappeared between Patrick's cheeks. Within seconds, my hand was sandwiched between ass and groin. Marc held my hand there as he gradually picked up his pace until he was really fucking Patrick hard. I looked up at him and saw Marc's eyes glazed over with lust. He jackrabbited away at Patrick's ass as Patrick moaned into the pillows. As their rhythm quickened, Patrick started pushing back onto Marc's dick. “I'm gonna do it man. Gonna shoot my load up your hole. Gonna fill your pussy with my seed.” “Pull out, Marc! Don't cum in him!,” I urged, but Marc released my hand and pushed it aside. He drove in a few more times and held his hips there, shaking all over as he filled my boy's bare hole with his POZ seed. Even though I was mortified, I shot my own load all over myself. As Marc withdrew, a long string of cum stayed attached to his cock, only snapping when Patrick twisted himself onto his back, jerking is own cock until he sprayed his load all over his heaving chest. We all sat there panting. “What the hell just happened?” I asked. “The beginning of something wonderful,” said Patrick. He reached up and pulled Marc's sweaty body down on top of him. “Can he sleep with us tonight?” Patrick asked as he smothered Marc with kisses. What the hell had I gotten us into?

Thanks for all the comments on the first chapter hope you enjoy this one .The force of the cock in my ass shocked me and caused the searing pain that woke me up and then I could feel the warmness of what was being pumped into my arm made that go away real quick turning the pain into pleasure real quickly. I looked up and was met with the smiling face of my roommate looking down at me. I turned my head at the guy that was pumping into my ass and was awed at the addonis that was pumping real hard at my cunt and making me moan like a bitch in heat. I looked around my room and saw 4 other guys all with strong looking bodies stroking some pretty hard and impressive looking cocks. I could feel the one in my ass start to thicken and with one final slam Mr addonis unloaded such a massive load of cum in my ass. I could feel each volley of his load coat every part of my insides and it was very warm if not blazing hot and I loved it. He pulled out quickly causing a nice loud pop noise to come from my ass which was quickly replaced with another cock quickly. The second guy plunged straight in down to the root causing me to lose my breath for a moment and he stayed still for a moment to let me adjust before starting his own hammering. The first guy walked to my front and presented me with his wet cummy cock for me to clean and I instantly accepted the invitation. With these two gods at each end of me I couldn't do much but look again at my roommate and saw him smiling again. Do you like your surprise? I couldn't give him a direct answer but grunted in approval. What you didn't know Jacob was that you thought we were at 2 separate parties but we were at the same and I saw you strike out a few times at getting laid so once I saw you leave for home I hopped on Grindr real quick and got ahold with all these guys and talked to all of them into fucking you crazy with no stops. Once everyone agreed we waited until I figured you were sleeping and we went into the house to find you. I knew Jeremy was crafty and I was so happy he was because I was so loving the attention I was getting. My mind went back to feeling the large cock buried in my cunt and the other buried in my throat and felt amazingly full. These two men matched each others thrusts so they pulled out and buried in again at the same time. I am lucky I have no gag reflex and was able to feel this long rod make its way down my throat. The man fucking me was picking up the pace and so did the guy in my throat and I knew what was about to happen. They both slammed in me hard at the same time and I could feel both loads gushing into my holes as well as another slam in my arm where my roommate injecting a nice slam of Tina in me making me soar off the bed. They both pulled out of me and I knew it wouldn't be long before I was full again and sure enough another cock in my cunt and other in my throat. It went like this for a while and I lost track of time until everyone in the room had a turn at my holes. Once everyone got their turn I was untied and sat up and given something to drink. I figured I knew what it was and when I felt the tart taste of the piss I gulped it all down. I came down on my high a bit and could feel the soreness in my ass and my throat but what I felt most of all was happy and full. I stood up and felt all the loads in my ass start to trickle out and walked to each of the guys standing in my room and gave them each a big hug and shoved my tounge down their throats. I got to my roommate last and told him I was very grateful for him doing this and that we made our agreement he was smiling at me and hugged me and I whispered in his ear that the night isn't over yet. I stuck a needle in Jeremy's ass and pushed the plunger down and in a split second Jeremy started to go to sleep. Jeremy didn't see that one of the guys handed me a syringe while we were hugging and kissing and that he had whispered to me that it was a sleeping drug and to stick Jeremy's ass with it so we could all set up some more fun before the night was over.

CTI-3 Meeting the Doctor I stood there for a moment trying to process what they fuck just happened, but I that was interrupted by a man in a white jacket coming in. He was a hot looking muscle daddy, grey hair at the temples, salt and pepper goatee and a hot muscled body. I looked at his crotch and he had a thick tube heading down his left leg. “Good afternoon young man. I’m Dr. Hazzard and I will be in charge of your treatment. I have read your case file and I see some very promising things in there” I just stood there silent. “I observed your first treatment and I have to say I am impressed with your quick response” “I though I was here to get rid of these urges?” “Young man, we use unconventional treatments to help with the urges. You will never get rid of them, but will be treated to be free when those urges happen” Again I was silent. “I noticed you checking me out when I came into your room. Your eyes gave you away. Your focus was at my crotch almost instantly” I swallowed. “You are a cock whore, I can tell, yes?” I felt my face flush with embarrassment. “Yes?” He asked again “Yes” I replied. “Good. Now get on the bed, on your back and lift your legs up in the air. Expose your hole to me” As if almost hypnotized I did as the doctor instructed. He stepped closer and reached out, running his fingers around my hole. “I know you have had cucumbers up there as well as our fuck machine’s smooth rocket but have you had a real cock in there” “No sir” “That will change, soon!” “Orderlies” The two musclemen entered the rooms and without any other instructions, each grabbed an ankle and pulled my legs apart, wide apart. I watched between my legs as he unzipped his pants. His hand reached into the open zipper and pulled out his massive cock. It was already growing, it was thickening as it got longer. I could see the Doctor stroking it, pulling back the skin covering the head. “It’s time for both your cherries to be taken, your virgin hole and taking his first poz load” I could feel the doctor rubbing his cock up and down my crack. Teasing my hole. The orderlies were watching intently. Without warning the doctor pushed his thick cock into my hole, which resisted at first but quickly opened and allowed it to penetrate deep. The pain was intense. I started to breathe heavily and sweat. “Take the pain!” the doctor said. His cock stretched my hole, as the pain slowly subsided and pleasure replaced it. He pushed all the way in and slowly began to fuck me. I went to grab my hard cock and tried to stroke it by the doctor pushed it way. “You’re a bottom, your pleasure comes from your hole, not your cock. It is useless” His cock was pumping my hole at a steady pace. The pleasure was something I had never experienced, rippling through my body. “Squeeze your hole around my cock” the doctor said, “use your hole to pleasure the man in you, enhance his pleasure” I tightened my hole, squeezing then releasing over and over. I looked into his eyes as I did, trying to see if he liked it but his expression did not change, but I didn’t stop. “What do you want” he asked “I want your poz load, your disease” I replied repeating what I had heard from the video. He quickened his fucking of my hole. I could feel his pants rubbing against me as he thrusted all the way in. His cock was getting harder as he did it. “You must be sure this is the path you want to take,” “It is, I want to be free” He pumped harder and faster. His breathing had increased as he fucked me. “I’m going to inject you with your first exposure to HIV. This will be repeated multiple times a day until you convert” He pulled his cock out and rammed it all the way in. I felt his cock pulse and my inside was flooded by a hot fluid. His cock jumped hard as his cum shot out of his cock and into my hole. “Milk my cock” he said I squeezed as he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and my hole gaping. Something inside me wanted to be filled up again. The orderlies released my legs and left my room. “Rest up” the doctor said, “Tomorrow you have your first group therapy session” As he said this, his cock was slowly sliding out of my hole. I could feel it fall free and I reached down and ran my fingers around my opened, wet hole. I moaned as I felt it. I watched as the doctor tucked his cock back into his pants and zip up. “No jacking your cock tonight or pleasuring your hole” he said, “sleep” As he was shutting the door he said: “We will be watching”

So my roommate and I had always had an agreement that throughout the day that we were together in the 2 bedroom house we shared whoever fell asleep before the other would get tied up and slammed and get fucked while sleeping and that there was no way out of it. But it wasn't just going to be the roommate doing the fucking we agreed that the other had to hit up anyone on Grindr or any other gay hookup website or app and get as many guys as we could over to breed the sleeper. We were both Poz so we didn't care about anyone's status and if they partied it would make it better. Jeremy and I were both 19 and since we were always together in school and both on the swim team we both had similar builds. We both stood at 6ft and both had a nice swimmers six pack. I had nice thick 7 inch cock and Jeremy had a similar thick but 6 inch cock and we loved sucking on them when we were together. This night we were both out seperatly at different parties and I was the first to make it home. I walked in and went straight to the bathroom to wash off all the funky odores I got on me with all the girls that kept rubbing all over me. I was upset that I wasn't bringing home any of the guys to fuck me and really wasn't in the mood to jack off so as soon as I was out of the shower I just decided to turn in for the night and sleep all this day away. Jeremy It was three am and I stumbled in the door with the six guys that wanted to come home with me to fuck and I could see my roommates shoes by the front door so I knew he was home. I smiled and whispered for the other guys to be quite as I tip toed to my roommates room where I found him sound asleep on his belly with his as showing and slightly snoring. As per our agreed rules I went to the guys and told them all to strip their clothes at the door and explained to them what out agreement was. They all grinned ear to ear when they heard that and they all quickly got out of their clothes. I took mine off as well and made sure to grab the syringe full of Tina and the Tina laced lube I had brought with me and we all crept to my roommates room to get ready. Once in his room I quietly got the ropes from under his bed and started tying his wrist and ankles to his bed posts. Once they were secure I checked on him and he was still snoring soundly so I knew we could move on to the next part. I grabbed the syringe and the tourniquet and started to wrap it around his arm and passed the Tina laced lube to the guy with the biggest cock and whispered to him to plunge right into his ass as I plunged down on the needle. He nodded and got himself ready as I inserted the needle with no problem into his arm. I pulled back on the plunger and it filled nicely with blood signaling it was ready. I looked over at the big guy ready to fuck my roomy and he was aimed right at his hole with the other guys spreading his ass to help. I gave him the thumbs up and whispered if they were both lubed and ready and he smiled and gave a thumbs up as well. Ok I whispered and said on the count of there, 3 2 1. Right after one I plunged down on the needle and the guy slammed down into my roommates hole causing him to jolt up and scream in pain and surprise. More to cum little piggies

Im a total bottom and I wish my dick and balls were even smaller

I was in college the first time I experienced POZ cock, or rather I saw a guy, my boyfriend, taking POZ cock. I was more of a top, and my boyfriend Bobby was more of a bottom, but we changed it up every so often to keep things exciting. We tried flipping, but it got boring after a while. He had a hard time keeping it hard enough to top me. Ugh... And of course, we fucked bare. We talked about adding a third guy to our relationship, but didn't want to complicate things. I didn't want him to start to stray, secretly, however, the thought of seeing another guy fuck him got me hard. Anyhow, we needed some sort of an outlet to get our rocks off. I was in the campus library one night, and yes, maybe I was looking for the rumored glory hole in the basement, you know, out of curiosity more than anything. Anyway, I stood at the urinal, stroking my cock a bit, and waited. After a few minutes, I gave up. I let my stiffy go down enough to piss and headed out. Across the hall from the bathroom was a bulletin board. I gazed at a few postings absent-mindedly and one jumped out at me: GET OFF ON PHOTOGRAPHING HOT GUYS WITH EACH OTHER? JOIN OUR NAUGHTY GAY FUCK PHOTO CLUB EMAIL YOUR PICS TO ******@******.COM FOR AN INVITE Sweet. I snapped a photo of the address with my phone and headed home with a smile on my face and a semi-hard dick in my pants. Bobby and I thought it would be just what we needed. We didn't need to cheat to get off on watching other guys mess around. We set up my phone on my desk with an auto-timer and took some playful photos of us on my bed, with undies pulled down to show pubes but no dick, and some that sort of showed our faces, but not really. We got so hot “posing” that he was able to get it hard enough to fuck me senseless! It wasn't until he pulled out of my cummy hole that I realized that we had left the auto-timer running, and it was all captured in pics! We sent some of the more playful photos and one or two nude fuck pics, that didn't show our faces, to the email address. Within minutes, we had an invite for a photo session that weekend. We arrived at the address on Saturday night, right on time. The building looked like a frat house. We rang the bell, holding hands and grinning ear to ear. A cute guy in his mid-20s opened the door and invited us in. He showed us where to stow our clothes, if we wanted, and then led us into the living room, which had been converted into a photo studio, complete with professional lighting equipment. There was a platform in the middle of the room about waist high and a mattress. Our host told us that the group met every other weekend and usually two of the members would have pose in front of everyone and the other members would take photos, sometimes close-ups, sometimes showing faces, but only if the guys “posing” were comfortable with that. Some of the couples would simulate penetration, and some would really have sex. There were condoms available, but some of the guys preferred it bare. Bobby made a joke that he was SURE everyone preferred it bare. Our host mentioned most of the couples “posing” were boyfriends, but a few were single guys who were interested in the “art” of it, or just getting their rocks off. He also mentioned everything that happened would be fun and consensual. No one would pressure us to do anything we weren't comfortable with, and we had to do the same. No pressure. Period. Finally he said we were welcome to take as many photos as we liked, and even strip down and jerk off if we wanted, but no group action, again, unless everyone was comfortable with that. I could tell by the way his cargo shorts were swelling, he was getting hard just describing the rules to us. We relaxed and shared a beer. The doorbell rang, and he excused himself to answer the door. Most of the rest of the group had arrived at once. Our “models” for the evening would be a cute couple, Ryan and Kevin, who liked to “pose” as much as they liked to take photos. There were six other guys there, all with really nice-looking digital cameras hanging around their necks. As hot as they were, I was a bit surprised at how chill everyone was. The “models” were both sort of twinky with smooth relatively-hairless tight bodies. Ryan and Kevin undressed each other, pausing every few seconds for the guys to snap a few pics. They stripped down to matching black jockstraps. Two guys had unzipped and started to jerk off as Ryan and Kevin sucked each other's dick. Kevin ate out Ryan's hole as guys leaned in to take photos. I was totally hard as Kevin lined-up his bare cock and edged it into Ryan's slippery hole. Bobby was fascinated. He leaned in very close and Kevin pulled out so just the head of his cock was in Kevin's ass. Kevin moaned as Bobby leaned in so close for a photo that his hands brushed Kevin's sticky cock. The guys rearranged into a few more positions as the rest of the group snapped away. The sexual energy in the room was palpable, but everyone really did stay calm. I found myself so mesmerized that I was forgetting to take photos. I knew Kevin was close. He pulled out and spread Ryan's asscheeks apart, then flipped him over onto his back and slid his bare cock all the way in. Bobby and I were so close as we snapped photos that we could see the cum pulsing through Kevin's dick. He eventually slid his softening cock out of Ryan's ass. Ryan pulled apart his cheeks to show Kevin's load oozing out. The frat boy host, who had been “professional” the whole time, leaned in for some creampie close-ups. He got closer and closer. “May I?” he asked. “Be my guest” said Ryan as his hole winked. The frat boy stuck out his tongue and took a swipe at Ryan's ass, covering his tongue with Kevin's load. He swallowed it down. Then, like nothing had happened, the guys toweled off and we all went into another room where there was a computer bank set up. All of the guys uploaded their photos into a folder and the frat boy emailed a link to us all so we could download them. We shook hands and left. On the way home Bobby went on and on about how sexy it was to fuck in front of strangers, and to have the whole thing captured on film! He was seemed as impressed by the models fucking raw as he was by the two guys who were comfortable enough to jerk off, noting that one of them had a massive cock! When we got home, we were both so horny. We downloaded the photos immediately and started to fool around. We fucked each other twice that night as the photos cycled through on the screen. He asked if I wanted to “pose” and I said, “HELL YES!!!” We emailed the frat boy and told him we would like to model for the group. He said they had models scheduled already for the next few sessions, but we would be able to pose at the end of the next month. Score! Two weeks later came around and we were promptly on time back at the house. The models this week were two single guys, the two guys who had jerked off at the last session. Joe was tall and beefy, like a football player. The other guy, Tom, was skinnier, but still solidly built, looking sort of like he had lost weight recently. He was the one who had the huge dick, frankly one of the biggest I'd ever seen. His skinniness made his cock look even bigger. They started stripping each other down down, pausing here and there for photos. The rest of the guys were clearly turned on, but remained “professional.” The frat guy whispered to me and Bobby that they had been flirting for a while and this was their first time together. Joe and Tom got down to their underwear and they started pulling it down to reveal each other's pubes, again pausing for shots. Eventually, they were 69ing, still going at it, but slowly, no doubt for our benefit, I'm sure. Tom was sucking Joe for real, but Joe never put Tom's dick in his mouth, only pretending to blow him as the guys snapped away. Tom started working his fingers into Joe's hole and Joe started squirming. “I know we talked about this, but maybe it would be okay, if we fuck safe.” Tom looked uncomfortable when he realized that Joe wanted to get fucked. “Dude. I'm not into latex. Can I bareback you?” Joe said that he wasn't into that and sort of freaked out. They decided to continue with the sessions, but only posing like they were fucking each other. Joe bent over and grabbed his ankles as Tom rimmed his hole and then lined up his bare cock like he was going to put it in. Tom was so turned on that his hard cock was drooling precum. He worked his wet cock over Joe's crack, pausing every so often for photos. Joe seemed to be struggling. It was obvious that he wanted Tom's cock, but he wouldn't allow himself to go for it. Tom worked a few fingers into Joe's ass as the rest of the guys kept shooting. He aligned his cock with Joe's ass again, this time putting the purple head of his bare dick right on Joe's ass, working it up and down. From the right angle, it would have totally looked like they were fucking. Globs of Tom's precum poured down onto Joe's ass and into his open hole. “You okay with me dripping in you?” “NO! That's not what we talked about. You're POZ man. I'm fine with a condom, but I don't want your cum in me!” He grabbed his clothes and stormed off in a huff. Everyone stood around for a few seconds and then started to pack up his stuff. The frat guy calmed the situation down as Tom sat there with his erection going down. He approached us as asked, since we were the last ones to be so excited about posing. I had assumed that he meant for me and Bobby to pose instead, but Bobby must have thought differently. He winked at me and leapt onto the mattress, next to Tom. Bobby started tearing his clothes off, eyes locked with Tom. He was reaching out for his massive cock. The frat guy leaned in and spoke lowly about the rules. Only consensual stuff. No pressure, and simulated sex was okay. Bobby was staring at Tom, and his massive POZ cock that I'm not sure he heard anything at all. Bobby leaned forward and locked mouths with Tom in an intense kiss as they reached for each other's cock.... To be continued

My decision to BB, i didn’t take lightly. Like many of you i desired it so badly but was scared. But Watching more porn and using sex toys more it’s almost like i became obsessed with wanted to go bareback let someone breed me. After a long time i started asking guys in i met online if they played safe or bb. I met this one guy who said he played either way, so i just said we will decide later. I was traveling and at a hotel so i had set some condoms out on the night stand with the lube. After a lot of four play he was laying in his back and asked me if i wanted to hop on, so i just grabbed the lube no condom. I lived my hole and his cock. I hesitated for minute waiting for him to say get a condom but he didn’t. So i proceeded to sit down on top of him. He fed me his dick when we changed positions, it was so erotic to taste my ass on his cock..... After a while he said he was about to cum and i just said cum inside me, i want you to shoot it deep in me. When finished i laid there and couldn’t believe what just happened. I was spent and it was so fucking amazing.

Yesterday I with the COVID lockdown and bad weather I could not stand sitting on the couch watching Netflix anymore so I cleaned the house. Moving from room to room cleaning and scrubbing, in shorts and a tight T-shirt I could tell my man I was working up a sweat so I finally ditched the T-shirt. My man, the constant workaholic spent the day working from the couch. I caught him checking out my ass every time I walked by; and could tell that he was getting horny. After I had finished the whole house, and my other half’s laptop was put away, I rinsed off in a hot shower and put on his favorite jock, grabbed two beers, the brown bottle; and started on my favorite chore of all: working the most thick and beautiful dick in the world. He was waiting for this too, he was naked and hard when I got back to the living room. His legs were spread and he was striating his 7”x 6” cock. I gave him his beer and dropped to kn knees where I belong. I give his throbbing cock so head, he snaps a few pics to send off to his top buddies. He always loves showing off his eager houseboy. The oral invasion does not last long, soon he is carrying me into the bed room and bending me over the freshly made bed. In no time I’m lube up, poppers up, and have a thick cock buried to the hilt. More pics are snapped, then the fucking really begins. We nut at the same time, him deep in my jockstrap clad ass; and mine across the clean sheets that I just changed. He pulls out and a glob of his seed drops out of my hole and I feel it dripping down my inner thigh. I’m still trying to catch my breath, and he smacks my ass as he walks out of the room, leaving me there panting like a used whore.

Legal age. I prefer experienced btms but had a 19 year old approach me on A4A for his first BB. Tested my patience a bit, but I knew every other fuck he gets will be compared to it.😈

The first time I knowingly took a poz load was from a young bloke who I first met as a street prostitute at Shakespeare Grove in the old days when it was a “thing”. Good kid; apparently straight but seemed to enjoy gay sex. He and I got along pretty well; unlike most I suppose, I was always very respectful and generous. We caught up regularly and then he disappeared for a while. Months later, I got a call from him asking if we could catch up. It turned out that he’d been in jail and needed money and somewhere to stay for a while. I was happy to let him crash in my spare room and gave him some cash but tried to make it clear that he wasn’t expected to give me anything in return. He told me that he’d been the prison bitch pretty much every day inside and was now HIV. During the night, he came into my bed and started making out with me. I couldn’t resist and eased him on top of me but he literally insisted he put on a condom. I let him but as we were fucking he became upset at the idea that my dick was soft and that I wasn’t enjoying myself. As much as I kept telling him that wasn’t the case, he wouldn’t believe me. Eventually I told him that, if he wanted to see my cock go rock hard, he could take the condom off and fuck me the way I wanted him to fuck me. Like the kid who wanted to please, he did exactly that and loved the instant reaction from my cock. While he tried to pull out when he was about to cum, I kept him inside with my legs and, after that, we had no problems whatsoever on the subject. He’s one of three blokes I know well and care for greatly who’ve been prison bitches, including my boyfriend. He was also the bitch in juvenile detention. When I know them and can see the hurt it’s caused them, yeah it makes me angry. It seems to be common and the “there’s nothing we can do about it” attitude just shits me no end.

My first time actually getting fucked was with an escort and his boyfriend. Ironically I’d booked him the night before and, for at least the third time, gave up on being penetrated because of the pain. But the need to try it was getting worse and, when I rang him the next night, I just said “don’t listen to me. Just do it”. He brought his boyfriend because he thought I might chicken out again, I suppose, and he wanted to put on a ‘show’ since I obviously earned a decent wage and was ok with spending it on sex... Long story short, I couldn’t protest if my mouth was full of his boyfriend’s cock and, even though it was the heights of the AIDS epidemic, I was so desperate to get fucked, the subject of condoms just never arose. I had them; I’m pretty sure he had them; it just didn’t come up. After him, my next sexual partner was an old guy in a public toilet a few days later. I was going to insist upon a condom but, again, by the time said “I’m going to fuck you now” and turned me around, bent me over and inserted his cock into me, the last thing I could think about was asking him to pause to put on a condom. After he fucked me, I went back to his place (in a caravan) and he fucked me all night. I had post-coital regret the next morning and did the whole “are you negative?” line. That discussion didn’t end well for safe sex; his answer was to start kissing me deeply and push my legs open and enter me again. I was just overcome with the fucking and, at some point, agreed that he could fuck me any time and that I needed him to fuck me and cum inside me. He fucked me often for at least a decade; many times I went to his caravan determined to keep getting fucked but only if it was safe and every time he’d just start kissing me, telling me how much he wanted me and how much he knew I wanted him to fuck me. And he made it clear while he was kissing me and undressing me, that I had two choices. Either he fucked me raw or we’d stop fucking. And every single time, he’d ease me onto my back, push open my legs and enter me. Once his dick was balls deep, he’d pause from the kissing and licking and remind me that he fucked raw, would fuck me raw and that I could leave any time I liked. Every. Single. Time. Honestly, I couldn’t control myself around him. He wasn’t remotely good looking but he was an extraordinary, passionate fucker who, as much as I tried to stay away, I just couldn’t. It was because of his “talent” that I would argue I didn’t really make a “decision” to bareback; at least not until a decade later. Even then, I decided to play safe for probably another decade but was a pushover if a guy preferred barebacking. Five years ago or so, I finally made an actual “decision” to bareback and accept the logical consequences if they arose.

With 20-20 hindsight, I now realise how many hang ups I had about sex when I was younger. It wasn’t so much while I was having sex but afterwards and I’m sure it must’ve seemed weird to a lot of guys I was with. I suspect that is why I much preferred guys to tell me what they wanted to do and lead me in the session. The worst hang up I had was why’s a guy like this interested in a guy like me, etc, etc. How’d I overcome that? I don’t really know tbh. I just grew up I suspect. Certainly I became more comfortable with my gay side but also my tendency to overanalyse everything probably eventually wore itself out in a way. At some point, I just stopped cluttering my head and focused on the only two things that really seemed to matter right then and there: what felt good and what seemed to make him feel good. It’s just “living in the moment” I suppose and it sounds obvious but actually doing it; being adventurous and open to any suggestions; trying them; and accepting that some things work and some don’t. If they don’t, so what? Try the next thing. It’s a little odd in some ways; I’m confident in my professional life and confident and happy with who I am as a person and always have been. The one area where that wasn’t the case was....yep...sexually. I know this probably isn’t helping much but I suspect sexual anxieties afflict a lot of us in some ways. Ironically, I see some of the younger members in here and view them with a mix of admiration, awe and even some envy solely because they seem to “get” their sexuality at such a young age. The common thread seems to be that they’re just “sexual beings” intuitively. All I can say is: trust me, if you keep trying to shut out the voices in your head that keep cluttering your mind and focus on that feels good/that doesn’t/he’s reacting well to that etc, you’ll train yourself to do it. Watch the guy’s eyes. Ask him if he likes this or that. And immediately add anything another guy does to you that blows your mind. Oh, and immediately forgive yourself if you slip back into doubt.

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I don't think I aim to abandon them. I aim to end a story with a possible future. But I never guarantee it unless there's a 'To be continued...' at the end. I do that when I've outlined multiple chapters from the beginning... Thanks for your kind words. Stay home, and jerk off!

Horny as fuck and hungry for some raw cock and toxic bug filled loads planted deep in my cunt!

Sort of a loaded, especially on this site. i guess it would depend on your standards of what constitutes "irresponsible." i take care of critically ill people for a living (critical care nurse), and i don't like to see anyone sick and suffering. my vote is to get regularly tested if one is sexually active and take meds if you are poz or have another STI. i also advocate for PrEP and am against the fetishization of disease (though not against the people who fetishize disease, i want to find a different fetish for them that is not destructive). Personally, i wish our society was less puritanical about sex and the stigma of testing and treatment was not such a factor as it is. Imagine the dent we could make in STI's if we had a social agreement that all sexually active people get tested for STI's every three months?

CTI THE FIRST TREATMENT We left the room with me hiding my naked, hard cock and in between the two muscle men. The each grabbed my upper arms, pulling my hand away from my crotch allowing my cock to voice free. As we moved down the hall, I could hear moans and grunts coming from behind the shut doors and at one door I heard “Oh fuck yeah, infect me! Give it to me” We arrived at an open door and went into the room. On one wall was a huge tv and in the center was a line wooden chair. Some sort of machine was under it, but I didn’t know what it was. I was moved to the front of the chair and I saw that in the seat was a hole about six inches in diameter. The muscle men turned me and pushed me down in the chair. One secured my ankles to the leg of the chair behind them, the other secured my wrists to the arms of the chair. Then one got down behind the chair and did something unknown to me as the other man reach down between my hips and the chair and pulls my ass checks apart. I felt something cold touched my hole The last thing they did was put when looked like an oxygen tube, like the ones from a hospital under my nose. As they left one said: “Breath deep through your nose abs enjoy the show” The tv came on and a blue screen was illuminating the dark room. A voice from nowhere echoed the room: “When you see the word ‘Hit’ breath deeply through your nose. When you see the word ‘hold’ then hold your breath. When you see the word ‘release’ you exhale” “Are you ready to begin” “Yes” I replied The screen lit up with an image of a naked man with a huge hard cock, then switched to the words “you crave cock” As the screen switched to another imagine I felt something pushing to get up my hole. As the images of nude men continued to change on the screen, the object pushed into my hole, sliding in deep. The word HIT popped on the screen so I breathed deeply through my nose, then the picture of a hard cock flash then back to hit - I did a hit again as the rush of poppers flowed through my body. Then a cock again then Hit. I followed the directions. The the word Hold flashed and I held my breath until the word release flashed The images changed to short videos of men sucking cock, licking nuts sacs and then sucking again. The object in my hole was sliding in and out of my hole at a steady pace, bring me pleasure. My cock was hard and leaking. The would Hit last again and I followed the instructions, hit again and again until I had hit five times then held for about fifteen seconds and then released At this point the sucking videos had been replaced my fucking, bareback fucking. The object picked up a little speed and my leaking increased as my cock bounced. Plus pleasure. The videos changed showing up close fucking with raw cocks sliding in and out of holes, to far away, then back close up. The instructions to hit again popped up again between the videos over and over until I had hit ten times and held and released. The rush was intense. I felt my inhibitions slid away. My mouth watered, my cock throbbed and my hole relaxed as the object again sped up. The raw fucking videos now showed men getting bred and I would hear sayings. “You want raw cock” “Your hole was made for cum” “All loads should be taken none refused” Then more instructions on hitting appeared. I did as instructed. As the videos of fucking and breeding continued. “You crave infected cum” “You want the virus” “Sexual Suicide is what you want” “You want HIV” “You crave toxic loads” “You want poz loads” “You want AIDS” In the videos I saw biohazard tattoos and tattoos of scorpions on the men getting fucked. Then more popper instructions. The rush flowed through me. The machine was fucking my hole quickly, hitting my g-spot and causing more leaking from my cock. “Tell me what you want!” “Poz loads” I replied “Where do you want them” “Up my hole” More popper instructions, that I followed. My head was swimming Fromm the rush and I could feel my heart beat in my temples and my cock. My hole relaxed even more as the machine fucked me quickly. “You want infected seed in you” “Yes” I screamed My balls were so pulled up tightly that they ached. I could feel the warm pre-cum puddling between my legs. I know I would not last long. The machine was fucking me faster. I screamed in pleasure and my load shot out my cock and flew high in the air. It was a massive load. As I shot the machine stopped and the object was pulled out. The video also went dark. I sat there breathing heavy coming down from the rush. I head the door open behind me and soon saw the two musclemen. “Damn never seen someone turn that quickly” one said They released me and half dragged me back to my room.

While I identify as a radical progressive all these people shouting socialist should remember that the orange moron is Putin's pussy!

Awesome..... Not sure what the problem is here, unless i am Fick?? I've had Dad, Cousins x 4 different times, uncle once when he was drunk, he was never interested again, but both his sons were.😈 Just enjoy urself, no big deal or just chalk it to experience and move on...

Ive been fucked by husbands (hundreds), dads and sons (four different), brothers (seven different), cousins (dozens), nephews and uncles (three different) and friends (hundreds). Its AWESOME!

Yup, I agree with everyone here. If your that horny a dark room is the perfect place. I just wait around for mouths, cocks or hands reaching out and touching me. Usually all three happen at the same time. Usually a nice cock shows up, I bend over to suck it, more guys jump in and fingers or a tongue are in my hole. Then someone starts sucking on my cock or I feel a hard cock entering my wet hole. At this point I'm surrendering my whole body to whatever happens hoping it's one after another for the next hour or until my knees become weak from all the pounding!!

Kevin was browsing through profiles on adam4adam and once again found himself staring at the hottest guy he had ever seen. The guy was six one, 145 pounds, 26 years old, white, with a smooth nine and a half inch cut cock. And he was poz. "Damn," Kevin thought, "why does he have to have HIV?" As he had done many times before, Kevin couldn't help but to click through each picture of the guy's photographs, hoping to see more of the man's gorgeous body and enormous cock, but the most memorable image was the outline of guy's huge dick underneath the guy's bathing suit. The text on his profile always caught his eye, and Kevin found himself inexplicably turned on as he read it again "I'm poz. I fuck bare. Don't message me unless you want poz jizz in your hole." The first few times Kevin had read the man's profile, the message scared and repulsed him, but increasingly he found himself somewhat aroused as he found himself wondering what it would feel like to have the huge cock filling his ass with jizz. His thoughts were interrupted when the a4a alert noise cracked through his speakers and startled him. He checked the messages. 'Oh shit', he thought, 'it's from *him*'. The following conversation followed: hungpozfucker: hey, you always look at my profile. so i thought id say hello. dont worry, you can't get pozzed just chatting with me. kevinboi22: oh. um sorry. ur hott and all, but i dont fuck guys with hiv. hungpozfucker: no worries. it's not like i would let you fuck me. i would, however, attack your ass with my huge cock, if u were willing. Kevin found that his half-way hard cock was suddenly at it's full seven inches. kevinboi22: like i said ur hott. it's just the hiv thing. ya know? i wish i could see more pics of your cock though. hungpozfucker: i don't have any more pics here. look, let's meet up, and i'll show you in real life. don't worry, i'm not gonnarape your little boi hole or anything. i'll just come over, we can chat, i'll give you a glimpse, and then i'll leave. it doesn't hurt to make new friends does it? Kevin's cock was now throbbing as he imagined this huge cock being forced into him. "uggh," he thought "i wanna see it. i want him to fuck me, but not with hiv." kevinboi22: well, i guess that's cool. i'm a little shy, just so you know. and i only want to take a look, okay? hungpozfucker: deal About an hour later, Kevin heard a knock on his door. His heart was pounding, and his cock immediately resumed it's rock-hard status as he imagined what was on the other side of the door. Kevin let his new poz 'friend' into his living room. An awkward pause followed, but then the visitor took over. "I'm Bret. I guess I'll just break the ice," he introduced himself; and then casually pulled his shorts down revealing the longest and thickest soft cock Kevin had ever seen. "Oh my God," Kevin said as his mouth dropped. "Go ahead and touch it, it's okay. You can't get nothing by just feeling it." That was all the permission Kevin needed. He quickly got on his knees and inspected the beautiful cock as he slowly caressed it and felt it harden in his hands. "How big is it?" Kevin asked. "About 9.5 inches. Probably too big to fit in your hole anyway," Bret said half-smiling to himself. Kevin's cock was throbbing again. He continued to stroke Bret's enormous piece as it got fully hard. "Why don't you give it a little kiss since you like it so much?" Bret said while smirking. Kevin was scared, but too aroused to care at this point. He starting softly kissing the massive cock in front of him from the tip to the base, and back up to the tip. "Good, now give it a french kiss," Bret instructed. Kevin hesitated for a moment, but gave in to the urge and licked his tongue around the thick headed mushroom tip. After just a couple of seconds, he decided to just give up on the "kissing" and starting to go down on Bret's cock. "That's it," Bret assured him "suck that cock you've been wanting for soo long." Kevin tried desperately to fit the entire cock in his mouth, but could barely get past half. He kept trying with all earnest. After a few minutes, he stood up to take his shirt, jeans and underwear off, while Bret finished taking the rest of his clothes off. "Get back on that cock," Bret urged him. Kevin quickly obliged and sucked as hard and far down as he could. "Oh fuck yeah, use lots of spit. Make my dick as wet as you can like you want me to fuck your ass using your spit for lube," Bret insisted. Somewhere in the back of his head, Kevin was afraid; but the fear was somehow feeding the intense arousal he felt as well. He imagined this big tool being forced into him; and all he could do was continue to suck and apply as much spit onto the cock in his mouth as possible with each lick and suck, while he slowly tugged on his own cock. "Yeah, I knew you would surrender to my cock, that's it," Bret was smiling to himself knowing that he had won his prize. "Mmmmmmm" was all Kevin could muster to say as he gobbled and slobbered all over the cock he was worshiping. "Get on all fours now," Bret demanded. Kevin was both nervous and ecstatic to hear this. He was finally gonna get the cock he wanted; and any thoughts of Bret's HIV status were completely forgotten now. "Oh god, fuck me, please!" Kevin begged. "First things first," and then Bret licked at the tight little boi hole in front of him, "I need to make sure you're nice and wet to take this." Kevin already felt an orgasm building, and nearly came just from the wonderful tongue-fuck his ass was receiving. "Are you sure you want this now?" Bret asked, confident of the answer to follow. "Yeah!" Kevin said nearly interrupting the question, " fuck my ass with your big cock!" "You're ready for your first poz cock to attack your ass?" Bret clarified. Kevin didn't care anymore. All he knew was that he needed to get fucked by this cock. "Fuck yeah! Give it to me!" Bret forced his thick headed tip into Kevin's tight hole, and with some effort had the first few inches inside. "OH MY GOD!" Kevin yelled, "it's so fucking big. Oh, fuck!" Bret continued to press until he was mostly inside. Kevin felt a pleasure unlike any he had felt before, even as his ass was stretched ever more open, and Bret's magnificent cock slid deeper into Kevin, certainly more deeply than any other cock had done so before. Kevin nearly fainted from the simultaneous pleasure and pain his ass was feeling, but after a few glides in and out, he got used to it; and then the pleasure took over and sent Kevin into pure ecstasy. "You like that huh?" Bret asked. "Oh fuck yeah" Kevin panted out. "Tell me you want me to poz your ass." Bret said as he thrust all the way into Kevin. "OH FUCK! Yeah man, poz my ass!" Kevin could barely mutter as his ass was assaulted with deep punishing thrusts. "Do what?" Bret asked. "POZ MY ASS!" Kevin answered. Bret smiled to himself. He had his new cocklover right where he wanted him. "Do what?" he asked again, smiling to himself. "POZ MY ASS" Kevin blurted even louder. Kevin was completely under Bret's control; and was trying not to cum as he felt the big cock owning him. "POZ MY ASS!" Kevin again yelled. "Okay," Bret answered, "get ready for my poz cum to explode in your ass!" Brett quickened his pace as Kevin started stroking. Brett started to unload; and Kevin felt his ass getting slippery and started shooting his cum onto the floor. Brett grabbed Kevin's waste tighter and fucked as hard and deep as he could as he unloaded into Kevin's hole. Kevin suddenly remembered Bret was poz and found himself panicked as he realized he was getting a poz load blasted into him. The panic turned into excitement; and Kevin continued to cum, shooting a huge load onto the floor as Bret continued to cum deep inside Kevin. It was the most intense orgasm Kevin ever felt, and he could not believe how much cum was being shot into him. "Oh fuck!" Kevin yelped as he felt one final jab of Bret's huge dick shove into him. "There ya go," Bret whispered. "Finally got what you wanted." Kevin felt a strange sense of relief and satisfaction. "That was fucking amazing. I never came so hard," Kevin confided. "Be careful what you wish for," Bret thought to himself. They both managed to stumble to Kevin's bed, where they then passed out from exhaustion.

One of the precepts of social protocol at the Baths is that it’s best NOT ask about Status. Yes, you may be asked to put on a Condom, but rarely will you be asked if you're POZ or NEG. It's generally assumed, erroneously so, that POZ guys will either seek out other POZ guys or do without. Case in point: I invited two hot Latino Boys to my room. They were Lovers, and had never done a three-way before. We started off sixty-nining, and the older one whispered that he'd love to see me fuck his BF. The BF in question was maybe five years younger, early twenties, slender, and really cute. I was all about tagging his Ass, so I mounted the Cunt. Just as I was about to slide in, he said, "Wait! Put on a Condom!" I tried to hide my vexation, and thought I could start with a Condom and slip it off later. But once I had the Rubber in place, the Kid changed his mind, and wouldn't let me fuck him at all. Frustrated, I made myself clear. "OK. I'm gonna to lie back and close my eyes. Either one of you climbs on my Dick, or there’s the door." The Older One eased his Cunt down on my rubber-coated Shaft. Though the Latex cut the sensation, he made a valiant effort, rocking back and forth on my Rod, as his nervous Lover looked on. While the Kid was distracted unscrewing his Poppers, the Boyfriend slipped off the Condom and pressed it into my palm. NOW THAT WAS MORE LIKE IT! I could feel his slimey Pussy milkin' my Death Stick. He whispered in my ear, "Bareback is Better!" and he didn’t know how right he was. We switched positions so that I was on Top fucking him Doggy style, and he leaned forward and whispered to his young Paramour that it was cool cause we were doing safe sex. The Youngster was getting fucked up on his Poppers, so he was slow to react when I pulled out of his Lover and plunged into him. Between his high from the Poppers and the exhortations of his Lover, he was more amenable to getting fucked than before. He made a few futile attempts to see if I was still sheathed; but his quick-witted Lover arrested his hand, assuring him I was okay. It didn't take long for the older Dude to shoot all over us, and my own Balls were tingling. I didn't let on as I began to spasm and spurt, so the Youth didn't have a clue I was breeding his Ass. To top it all off, I made a great show of toying with the discarded Rubber, like I was rolling it off. As they left, the Senior blew me a kiss. In response I ran my hand over his departing Butt. My lone regret was that I had only one LOAD to share between the two of them, and I hadn't bred the Elder, too.

In a hotel last week while traveling, I woke up in the morning horny as hell and wanting to swallow some cum. Signed onto Grindr and there was a young guy — white, athletic looking, brown eyes and hair, “18 years old” — about 30 feet from me. Since he was obviously in my hotel, I reached out and asked if he wanted to bust a nut before the day began. He said his family was checking out that day as they were on a trip. I suggested that he keep his key and after they had gone downstairs to check out he “run back up stairs to use the restroom”. Fifteen minutes later, I was in my gym clothes and met him outside the door to his room. I don’t know why I didn’t have him come up to mine, that was stupid of me. In person he looked young — like way younger than his picture. Before we went inside, I made him show me his driver’s license to be sure nothing illegal was about to happen. He was just older than the age of consent, which was good enough for me. We went into his room, which was one of those suite rooms with one bathroom and two connected bedrooms. This kid really had no privacy from his parents on this trip. He pulled me into the bathroom and I immediately got on my knees and undid his jeans. His cock was straining against his briefs and popped out as soon as I slid them down. It was beautiful — a slight curve, perfectly cut, and so well developed. Licking my lips, I sucked his head into my mouth, rolling my tongue over it until the boy released a soft, long moan. I went to town on that cock like my life depended on it, sucking and stroking, making sure this young stud knew how good an older man can service a dick. He grabbed the back of my head after a few minutes and took over, holding me in place as his strong legs pounded his meat into my throat. Pulling my hair, he shoved it all the way in and shuddered, and then my mouth was filled with the taste of my creamy, salty reward. I sat down on the floor, wasted and in cumslut heaven as his dick spasmed a few more ropes of boyjuice across my face and my sweatshirt. He was glowing with a sheen of sweat and the satisfaction of release. “You had fun,” he said, pointing at my own rock hard dick, which was straining against my sweat pants. He knelt down and began to rub it through the fabric, getting me closer and closer to busting when outside the bathroom the door to the room opened. ”We need to go!” said his dad as the kid and I froze in fear. As quietly as I could, I moved into the shower and pulled it closed behind me as he flushed the toilet and washed his hands to make sound. He stepped out of the bathroom and said, “Okay, let’s go.” I sat in the shower listening for a few moments after the outer door to the room closed. Once I was sure the coast was clear, I got up and left the room quickly, heading down the hall to the elevators — where the kid and his dad were still waiting. The dad looked just like his son, only a bit softer, a bit older and with a bit less hair. The son and I shared a smirk, and he glanced down at my crotch, where my deflated cock had left a clear precum stain. They got on a down elevator and I waited for one going up. I got back to my room and furiously beat off, blasting five ropes of thick cum across my bed. As I licked it up I thought of the young man, how good his cum had tasted, and how many men he’s going to please with that cock in his life.

My country has just gone into lockdown with everyone home and no socialising. I won’t be having any sex for at least 4 weeks. So I thought I would stop taking my daily PrEP for three weeks and then restart. There’s about a 0% chance of sex in the meantime but if it was likely I could do the 2-1-1 or if necessary use a condom. It would mean I have a three week supply which would be handy if there are delays in getting prescription refilled. It might be good for my body to have a break from the drug perhaps. On the other hand some people seem to think PrEP may be helpful in countering the coronavirus, I think that unlikely but wondered what others were doing (maybe others are still fucking around, that’s not the option I favour as my partner is vulnerable).

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I have only done this once. I went to a hotel party in Oregon. I got messed up and was letting this guy who didn’t look so good stick it in and I would have him pull it out. He was annoyed with my attitude. And as the night went on a Indian man who was kind of sweaty and maybe 2 days since he bathed came over. They both got me messed up and tuned out the lights. They were supposed to just lick it and Play with my ass. Anyway, eventually I was so horny that they both took turns pounding me deep. It felt so good and the native Americans had such a huge cock. He was so deep in me and filled my ass up with piss and cum. The other time was at an arcade in San Diego. I saw this Latino looking at porn rentals. He had cum seeping out of his sweats. He actually was attractive but sweaty from working outside that day. Anyway, he followed me to the back and we go to a room and he pulls out this huge cock that he said he had already fucked another Latino. He tells me that his wife left him for another man. Anyway, I was so horny and spun that I told him that he could fuck me with a condom. I had an issue back then about a Dick that had been in an ass unwashed entering my ass. Any he wasn’t hearing me. I started hitting my poppers and the dick was so fat and long that I let him rub it against my hole. He spit on it and slid it in my hole. I took it out I was so nervous. Then he took his shirt off and I saw his big nipples and nice chest. He’s pushing forward and says come on let me fuck your ass. I tell him ok, but don’t cum in me. He saw ok he will pull out. So he gets in my ass and starts fucking the hell out of me. What got me is that he could go for so long and he stayed hard. He had the unwashed tool in me and all of sudden I was turned on with the thought that he had already been inside of someone else not long ago. He didn’t pull out he fucked me into submission. He shot that load so deep in my ass. And I remember being so filled with pleasure that I gave him my ass again. It was so wet and nasty. He was so hot with those nipples and his body was nice. That fat head pulsating in my ass. The bonus was that I didn’t catch anything. I remember him because he was like if you want this big dick you’re going to play by my rules.

honestly I would much rather have a cunt that didn't close at all. At least then I could just wear a butt plug all day. I really want to be loose!

I'm kinda doing the same thing. I lay down in my tub with the shower running and try to piss into my own mouth and gulp down as much as I can telling myself how much of a sick perverted fuck I am.

PART 3 “Fuck!” Jordan exclaims, “I am so close to cumming, but I’m going to hold off.” “Me too,” I hear Aman say. Damn, looks like I was wrong on both counts. They pull out and I feel a bit of a re-shuffle. I feel movement on the bed; all around me, the mattress sinks and floats. I don’t know what’s happening though, my eyes are still pressed against Jin’s taint as his cock is deep in my throat and I’m breathing hard against his ball sack. Jin grinds down on me a few more minutes before letting up, and grinning at me. The guys have definitely changed up their positions. They’re all standing over me and Jin gets up to join them. I see why. Their cocks are all frothy and white, dripping with ass juice and recycled loads. “Fucking feed me that shit, I need everything toxic in me,” I whisper, as they laugh and move to kneel in a circle around my face. Of course, even with someone sitting on my chest not all of them will fit, but I’m so fucking desperately horny I arch my back up to start sucking before their knees even hit the bed. Jace, then Aman, Renan, then Jordan, Rafa, then Jin again. On my second go-round Jace shoves the other guys out of the way and starts to really face fuck me. I can see Renan light up, that’s exactly his thing, and he brings his face down to lick around the base of Jace’s exposed cock whenever he pulls out. He’s cleaning up the slobber and cum froth that my throat is regurgitating. “Fuckin’ pig!” Aman exclaims at the sight of us as he starts sucking on Jace’s neck and tweaking his nips. I can’t really see, but from the grunts, it looks like the others have started their own little threesome. Renan and I are now taking turns throating Jace’s cock. It’s now no longer white with cum but greased as fuck from our throat juices. Such a thick marinade of slobber juice that I know if I weren’t this poppered out of my fucking brain I’d be disgusted. Each time it goes in one of our mouths, Jace holds our heads to keep it there until we start to gag, so that by the time his cock comes out, there’s a fresh layer of spit for the next person to clean right back up. I wonder if I can taste the cum on Renan’s spit. Or if that’s just how all these cocks are permanently going to taste now—like essence of cum. I would love that. Jace pulls out of me and shoves his balls in my face, giving Renan free rein. I dutifully suck the sweat off his balls, caress each one with my tongue, then teabag them more properly. I feel Renan’s slobber dripping onto my forehead. It’s so depraved I’m really getting into it. I spit up against Jace’s balls, resulting in a satisfied moan. I lick my own spit up and then expectorate again. Renan speeds up. I feel Jace’s balls tensing up. Fuck, I’m supposed to get the cum! I needn’t have worried though. Jace laughs as he pushes Renan off. “Not yet, man, I’m not going to be the first here to cum.” Renan sticks his tongue out, which works out because Jace lunges in for a sloppy kiss. “Mmmm,” he says, “damn that worked up a lot of spit. It’s all slimy and sticky… more than cum even!” At that Aman leans over Jace as well and demands a taste. Renan spits straight into his mouth and Aman swishes it around before swallowing. “Fuck yeah, bet it’s all that cum,” he says. Meanwhile there’s movement again. Jin, Jordan, and Rafa come back to join us, poppers bottles in hand. “Haven’t heard anyone huff in awhile,” Jin says with a grin. Fuck it’s always him, the damn bastard. “Fuck yeah,” I hear Jace murmur under his breath as Jin unscrews the popper bottle. “Ok Jordan, Rafa, and I will be the feeders. The rest of you just fucking shut up and take it.” Jin holds the popper bottle up to Jace’s nose, Rafa leans down to get me, while Jordan gets Aman. Aman looks over at Renan, “we can try to shotgun a hit,” he says before Jordan commands him to inhale. The first round of hits are over and Jace is feeling over his body as Jin sucks the still present slime on his dick, Aman is furiously making out with Renan, and Rafa nibbles my ear lobe and swirls his tongue inside my ear. “Second round,” Jordan announces just a few seconds later. “My head is pounding really bad, I don’t know if I can take anymore...” I mumble. “Shut the fuck up!” Jin snarls as he slaps my chest. “No… seriously,” I mutter, a little more insistently this time. “Ok ok,” Rafa coos, “we’ll get the others, and we’ll feed them your hits, how about that?” Jin looks mutinous but Rafa gives him a soft kiss and he lets up a bit. I nod. That would be hot. Turns out it’s very hot. The three of them gang up on Jace, pressing a bottle to each nostril and his mouth and commanding he inhale at once. Five times. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,” he curses in a garbled string when they’re done. “Someone plow into me now.” Aman hurries to oblige, slamming into Jace. “Oh fuck, you’re so loose from all the poppers, I literally just fucking slipped in,” he breathes. “Get ready for it to really open up,” Jordan promises, as the three amigos press their bottles against Jace’s face again. “Fuck him up, fucking fry him!” Renan crows. They’re not counting hits. They’re just holding the bottles there, ensuring that every intake of oxygen is mostly chemical. When they finally pull away, Jace’s eyes are completely bloodshot, his lips are purple. “Fffuck...fufufffuck…” Jace says through shivers. “Mmmore, mooore, fufffuck more.” He’s a drooling mess. Renan pulls him forward, causing Aman to slip out, then immediately turns him around, and sits him down on his lap and his dick, then lies back and pulls Jace against his chest. “Double fuck!” He says. Aman just growls as he lifts up Jace’s legs and rams back inside, this time with another cock in there with his. Jace continues to moan unintelligibly. Rafa leans down and swallows Jace’s wet cock. Jin turns to me, “see, this is what’s going to happen to you, once that headache clears up a little.” “Or… maybe even before,” Jordan says with an evil look as he feeds himself a long hit. Fuck, I think to myself, they really are going to kill me. At least they’re giving me a break now though. Jordan is making out with Jace, well to be precise, alternating between making out and spitting in his face. While Jin is licking pretty much every body part he can find. Fingers, hands, nips, chest, stomach, legs, feet. He gets the other guys in on the action so Aman starts jamming Jace’s toes down his mouth and Renan starts sucking on the back of his neck. In moments Jace starts really spasming. When Jordan isn’t sucking his face, he cries out, “no… gonna fuck… blow stop, want to last.” Not that that stops any of them. If anything they go faster. Jace whimpers then cries when he finally shoots. His entire body spasms and jerks against Renan’s grip. Rafa also holds his hips down, preventing Aman from slipping out, letting the other man pound against Jace’s prostate through his orgasm. Jace continues to spasm and whimper for many minutes. The guys don’t let up. I can’t tell if he’s hard or not, Rafa is so good about keeping that dick down his throat. Aman continues to pile-drive into him, and Jin continues his tongue massage. When they finally stop, Jace is fully spent and deflates like a balloon as soon as Aman pulls out. Aman gives Jace’s foot one long lick from bottom to top. “Fuck that ass was contracting so much I was almost close to shooting.” “Me too,” Renan murmurs, still inside. Jin nods to me, “go clean them up, man.” I get up but almost fall flat again the poppers are still pounding my brain so hard. Aman chuckles and catches me before I can. There’s a steady river of cum leaking out of Jace’s ruined hole down Renan’s cock. I eagerly clean, savoring those bookstore loads. Aman joins me in a moment. Together, we suck the cum before it can fully dry on the sheets, and pull Renan’s cock out to suck it clean. We’re finished but then Aman shoves my head toward his crotch. “Don’t forget me,” he says. He’s right, his cock is still a bit creamy and frothy. I eagerly lick up and down the shaft before swallowing whole. I’m almost smacking my lips by the time I’m done. Aman grins and kisses me, tasting the leftovers of many guys on my lips. Jace is still breathing heavily when I’m done. Jin and Jordan are taking turns kissing him while Renan has pulled out entirely and is making out with Rafa. The latter two break away and Renan comes over to me, beckoning me to his lips. We kiss and I moan as some of Jace’s fresh load pours into my mouth. Rafa wipes up his lips using a finger then sucks it clean. “Don’t worry I saved some for you,” he says with a wink at me. “There is no load that you will not sample tonight.” I moan at that and lean forward even more until he opens his mouth and I suckle at his tongue, desperate for more. Jin looks up at me, letting Jordan take over making out with Jace, who was so still I wondered if he was even moving or just letting Jordan do whatever. “See how good that felt?” he says with an evil grin. Jace is still impaled on Renan’s cock and just lying there, completely dazed. Jin swipes a finger across Renan’s cock, tasting some of the juices still leaking out. He leans down to kiss Jace’s softening cock, tasting the cum still there, then licks a trail up his stomach, up his chest, circling each nipple once, then continuing up. Jin continues to kiss his throat, then offer a kiss to Jordan as well. Jace’s eyes are still closed as Jin sucks his bottom lip, still purple, then whispers to him, “hey man, that was amazing you did great.” Jace opens his eyes to look at him, I can tell he’s having a hard time focusing. “Still too many of you,” he mumbles. “Take a second for the world to calm down,” Jin says, kissing him gently. With Jordan’s help, he pulls Jace off of Renan and lies him down on the bed. “Woo, we did a number on him,” Renan says observing his handiwork. “He’s a big boy, he knows how poppers intox works,” Jin remarks casually. Jordan walks up behind me and wraps his arms around me, kissing my neck. “So big guy, ready to be even more fucked up than he is.” To be continued...

Megan came again after five minutes of deep pounding, Mike was not even jealous of how she seemed to love Andre's Dick. Megan kept telling Andre how much she loved his dick and how she wanted him to cum in side her. Andre had positioned Megan so he could watch Mike touch his man hole and finger it. Megan and come a second time and he old Mike to come over and he pulled out of Megan and positioned him and Megan with their asses facing him and told them to make out as he fucked Megan and lubed up his finger and worked it in Mikes hole. Mike and Megan were both moaning while they kissed and Andre went ahead and pulled out and lubed up a second finger and worked two up his tight little hole. Mike pulled his ass forward to signal to top but Andre kept his digits in the boy and started to fuck his hole and soon Mike was pushing back on two thick fingers. Andre started fingering Mike deep and his moans where getting louder. He told Mike it was time to fuck Megan and give her his cum. Mike did not move till Andre pulled his fingers from the boys hole and then he took Andre's place while Andre played with Mike;s hole and it did not take long and Mike shot in Megan. Andre took Mike's place in her cummy cunt and fucked her while Mike let her clean his dick off. Ten minutes later Andre shot his first load in Megan. Andre grabbed Mike;s phone while they were making out and Mike went to eat the cum out of her pussy and called his phone. It made a buzz and Andre grabbed the phone and told both of them he had to run but he would let them know when he could come back. He told them it would be an hour so they should play until he returns. He gave Mike a pill and a drink to wash it down, Mike did not ask any questions and then he gave Megan one and he took one. His and Mikes were sugar pills and Megan;s a sleeping pill. He left for 45 min and hit Mike up from the lobby. Boy, I am heading back up to the room. Have you been touching your hole? I watched you finger your boy hole and show off for me. Go unlock the door and be in the chair with your legs up showing off that boy hole when I walk in. Mike gave no response other than Megan is asleep. Don't worry about that boy go get ready for me. Andre got off the elevator and headed to the room and just as instructed Mike had put the door ajar and when Andre walked in and saw Mike with his legs on the arms of the chair and his fingers playing with his hole. Andre smiled and went to sit on the bed and watch Mike show off his tight little boy pussy. Andre watched for a couple minutes and said boy, you love that hole don't you. Mike said Yes, oh god yes. Hot Andre said, ever done this before? Mike no, I have not. but somehow I can not stop. Yea, I have bet guys like you before. Once you realize you have a boy pussy you can't stop touching it. Mike shook his head no but kept touching his hole. Boy get dressed I want to show you something. Mike fingered himself for another minute and then got dressed and followed Andre out into the hall, he did not say anything all the way to the elevator and up two floors. They walked to Room 908 and Andre grabbed his key and opened the door and had they both walked in. Andre told Mike to get undressed but this time he wanted him to show off his hole in the chair with his ass facing the door. Mike had to think about it and got on his knees on the chair with his chest on the back of the chair. Andre told him to spread his legs, Mike moved them and Andre said more put them against the arms of the chair. Mike moved them and his crack opened showing off this hairless rosebud. Andre, said dude that is one pretty hole. No wonder you keep touching it, fucking amazing. Andre, told Mike to tighten his hole. Mike flexed his cunt, winking at Andre in the process. Fucking beautiful boy, do it again as Andre's voice was coming closer to Mike, Mike flexed and then he felt Andre breath on his hole and blow. Mike's cunt flexed without effort and then he felt Andre place his tongue on his boy cunt and Mike moaned. Oh fuck, Mike said as Andre ate his boy pussy. Mike pressed his ass back into Andre's tongue and moaned and his body shook he was loving it so much. Andre pulled off and said boy that taste amazing, you know you have the hottest pussy on you! Andre spit on his hole and then started to rub his tongue on the boys hole. Andre kissed Mike's bubble checks while his thumb pressed against Mikes tight little hole and sent sensations all over Mike's body. Andre grabbed a large shared and lubed up his finger and the started to finger fuck the boy. Mike moaned and pressed his hips back as Andre pressed deeper and then Andre grabbed the rock and slide in deep in Mike. Mike recoiled at first and then as Andre's finger pressed deeper in Mike, Mike pushed back and soon was fucking himself with Andre's thick finger. Mike was really getting hungry, Andre pulled his finger out and lubed up a second and pressed both against that thick hole and Mike pressed back wanting it but Andre had to settle for one for now and then he pulled out and used the other and then tried both again and after pressing them in an upward motion his fingers popped in Mike. Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck, Mike said as he tried to pull off Andre's fingers but Andre grabbed Mikes hops and held him in place while his digits stretched the boys hole. Mike began to adjust and push back on Andre's thick fingers. Andre grabbed some poppers while Mike pleased his hole with Andre's fingers and told the boy to take the cap off and hit the poppers. Mike fumbled with them and Andre had to instruct him to do each nostril separately, inhale deep and then move to the other. Do that twice, Mike followed the instructions and his hole began to relax. And Andre knew it was time to lube his dick and press it against the boys cunt. Mike pressed back as Andre grabbed his hips and told the boy to huff the poppers again and this time do four on each side. Andre kept the force up on Mikes cunt with his big dick and after two Andre felt his dick press a little and then the third round a bit more and on the fourth that hole was begging to get fucked. Andre pulled back a little and spit on the hole and his cock head and pressed up against that tight little hole and after another minute Mike's hole gave way and Andre pressed the head of his dick inside Mike who was making a squealing noise so Andre wrapped his hand around the boys mouth to muffle him as he let Mikes hole adjust. Andre decided Mike was not ready for his big dick even though he was almost there. He pulled off and let loose of Mike's hips and told him to get on all four in the middle of the bed and he grabbed the bag he had brought up earlier from the car and pulled out some toys, some more lube and a ball gag should he need it. Andre grabbed a pillow and told Mike to put his head down on it, and spread his legs. Mike did and then Andre stuck the lube bottle head against Mike's hole and pressed it in and then shot some lube inside Mike. Andre grabbed the vibrator and starting rubbing it on Mike's hole and Mike started to moan and then when Andre turned it on Mike got louder, but the pillow muffled most of it. Andre pointed the head right at the boys hole and let the vibration work his ass lips and he watched as that hole started to open around the vibrator and soon Mike's hole was swallowing half of it and he was moaning and shaking. Andre rubbed Mike's lower back with his other hand and told him what a good boy he was. Andre pressed the vibrator deeper in Mike's dick was getting hard. Andre slowly worked the vibrator out of Mike's hole and then grabbed a medium sized dildo. Andre pressed the dildo against Mike's hole and it took some pressure but soon the dildo pressed past his ass lips and into the boys pussy and Mike began to moan and press back. Andre held the dildo and let Mike press back and get into fucking his pussy on that dildo. Pressing it closer Andre forced more of the dildo into Mike until it was deep in his boy cunt. Mike was really getting into it and even after Andre pulled the dildo out he was still rocking back and forth with his hungry hole. Andre got into place and pressed his big dick up against that well lubed hole after lubing up his dick and Mike hit his dick head and bounced back and fourth and finally pressed hard enough for Andre to feel that sweet little hole wrap around his dick head. He quickly grabbed Mike's hips and held him there as he pressed in a little deeper. Mike was trying to pull off the dick but he was no match for Andre who slowly fucked Mike back and fourth with the slightest movement inching a little more inside Mike each time. Andre reminded Mike to hit the poppers and handed them to Mike and after hitting them four times like before his hole opened enough for Andre to sink his dick deep into Mike. Mike the pain took Mike's breath away and once he started breathing again Andre starting slowly fucking his boy cunt and Mike started moaning and pressing his ass back into Andre's huge man meat. Andre did not last long and after ten minutes of fucking that tight pussy Andre came hard in Mike. Andre pulled out and told Mike to stay right there and grabbed his phone and snapped pics of his gaping cummy boy cunt and then went back to fingering and playing with Mike and before Andre was finished he fucked Mike two more times and loaded his hole. Then it was like a switch came over Andre, he smacked the boys ass and slipped a butt plug in him and told him to get dressed It was time to go fuck Megan.

Exactly. i respond to the internal, psychological Top that a Guy is. He can have a 3 inch physical cock, but if He is all Top and secure in who He is, He can own me with His 3 inch physical cock because He can penetrate and inseminate me with a lot more than His cock.

I find the problem with most guys that are hung small, try to make up for their size by jack hammering a hole. Not realizing they can cause more pain than a hung guy by doing this. A good even stroke game then building up to jack hammering works better. There's nothing anyone has to make up for.

I was whoring at the glory hole in SF, three guys were lined up outside and one by one they deposited their loads. The last one I was chasing for over 30 mins but he didn’t seem interested but lo and behold he was fucking my ass raw with his average but raging hard cock in my smooth creamy 2 load hole. He must have been edge by 1/2 dozen guys and was building up his load with the finale in a nice ass. I was ass up to the glory hole and he was going to town on it for 15 minutes. When he was finally ready he blew his loads and I must have been 5 mins of no stop cum spurting into my cunt. I squeezed hard to keep it all in but a huge drop of spunk hit the ground. My hole was loose and wet. Best fuck I had and I often JO to that memory.

Long term chastity can help shrink your clit

I’ve done the same - my partner is older and would be at very high risk if he caught it, so until things settle down I won’t be messing around (if I’m even going out at all). I’ll have a few weeks of PrEP left over as well, who knows what I’ll do once the quarantine is over

Last week i soent a few days in Tulsa Oklahomas and over 3 nights i collected a total of 20 loads. I stayed at a cheap motel, posted ads on the usual bbrt, gridr, amd tried community under craigslist. My second night i got a message from. A guy whom said he was finishing his shift as a trucker and needed to unload. So i sent him my room number, told him id be ass in. Air waiting and that a guy had already bred me an hour or so before. 20 mins later he wasnt showing so i walked over to the window to watch out for him, 2 mins later in walked this husky daddy who was about 50. Mayne 6'1", belly (which i love), a small amount of fascial hair. He said, "get ready to suck some dick boy"...so i did. as he unsipped and i approached his crotch, i was amazed by its thickness but more beautiful were the thick full sack of balls he was carrying. This next thing may gross others out but i loved it. His crotch smelled so bad, like piss ans sweat. Coukd tell he had been oj the road all day. I dove rigth in, started lickmg him and it grew very nicely. after a bit i went between his legs and licked and sucked on his bull balls. They were smooth, and started smelling better with my saliva oj them. He was moaning and kept telling me that fags know how to suck the best. next this, i stood up, bent over the best and to my surprisse he grapped my nipples and sucked on them telling me his wifes titties were much smaller and loves a milk filled boy. He them spit on my hole, and slid in slowly. He was balls deep and moaned telling me the pussy was so sweet.... He then pounded me nicely and before cumming told me to get back on my knees and suck "more of daddies trucker cock". Now his dick was sweat, funk amd cum and best of all my ass juices. I was in heaven.... the night ended by him ramming it in me a few more times ans unloading. He thanked me, washed off and got dressed. As a gentleman, i walked him to the door and the light from the hallway revealed a deformed faced man, with a crooked eye, and best of all these hideous boils on his head. He was so nasty, i invited him back the next night amd he gave me two loads in next visit.... i love beign a slut bottom for the ugliest fuckers ever.....

Chapter 4 A couple of days later James was feeling back to his old self and I was finally walking normal again; thank god as I had a flight today. I couldn't remember the last time my cunt had taken such a beating. That session was definitely on the list of my top five all-time sexual experiences. When I boarded the plane I had to catch my breath, oh fuck I was in trouble. There standing in the cockpit was my walking wet dream. Captain Anderson, or Captain Charlie to his friends. It had been years since I'd last flown with him. Which was a good thing because I had a fucking hardon everytime I'd see him. Yep I was chubbing up. Okay let me paint a picture for you. Six feet two, light sandy-brown hair, hazel eyes you could melt in, chiseled features. He always wore his shirts on the small side to show off his physique. I'm guessing he had tattoos he was trying to keep covered because even on the hottest days he'd wear long sleeved shirts. He looked to be in his forties but rumors had him actually closer to mid-fifties. I didn't care he was hot, oh yeah and straight as could be. Married with two sons who supposedly looked just like him. I know sad, right. And to make matters worse, he was genuinely a nice guy. I mean come on, at least if he was a total jerk it would be easier to hate him but being nice just made him all the more fuckable. I hadn't realized I was still standing by the the cockpit door staring until I heard a light chuckle. "You okay there son?" God even his voice was sexy. "Umm, yeah, umm sorry sir. Brain freeze for a second. I, umm, was trying to remember if I turned the iron off." The iron seriously, what the fuck was wrong with me. "The iron huh," he said smiling at me, "well happens to the best of us." Except it never happened to me because I don't even own a fucking iron. He reached his hand out to greet me. "Brody right? I think we had a flight together a few years ago." "Uhh, yeah that's right. Good memory, sir." "Call me Charlie." Then he smiled and showed off his damn dimples. Yep, bye bye chubby hello hard-on. Another flight attendant was right behind me so I said, "well I better get ready sir," and released his hand and moved further into the plane. I was working with two women today both of whom I'd never met before. After the encounter with Charlie we were busy getting ready for takeoff so I could distract myself from the extremely hot man just feet away from me. We had just finished the first round of beverage/snack service and were catching our breath. I was putting stuff away when one of the other flight attendants started talking to me. "Hey have you ever flown with Captain Anderson before?" Captain Anderson, hmm that was interesting. "No, first time, you?" "Me either, but a girlfriend of mine has and she said he's getting a divorce so he's going back on the market." How do you respond to that, "okay, wow, but umm, you may want to give him time to adjust to being single." I can't believe I was having this conversation. "No way man. He's such a catch you have to jump right on that before some other bitch snatches him up." I was trying really hard not to laugh. "Well good luck." A couple of hours into our coast to coast flight, myself and the chatty one were at the front of the plane to let the fight crew stretch their legs and use the facilities. She went into the cockpit and I stayed outside blocking the ailse with the beverage cart. The copilot came out first and took care of business and quickly returned to the cockpit. Now it was my hunks turn. "Hey sir, smooth flight so far." He gave me a look, "sorry Captain Charlie." He grinned, "better, but you can just call my Charlie." "Umm okay thanks." Fuck I was chubbing up again. "So Mindy in there is quite something, have you flown with her before?" "Nope, first time." "She kept offering to comfort me tonight since apparently everyone knows about my personal life." "Yeah sorry about that sir, I mean Charlie. She did mention you were about to be on the market again." Damn I felt sorry for the guy. He looked so sad, I just wanted to give him a hug. Okay yes I also wanted him to bend me over and fuck the shit out of me. Hey don't judge, you would too. "Her Intel is a little old. The divorce went through six months ago." "Damn, sorry that sucks." "Oh god no! That was the best thing I every did. I'm just sick of all the single and not so single ladies on these flights throwing themselves at me. I thought it was bad when I was married now it's ten times worse." "Well Charlie, you can hardly blame them. I mean you have looked in a mirror, right?" I gave him a big smile. "That's sweet Brody but I'm nothing special." "Yeah now you're just fishing for compliments," I teased back. He got a funny grin on his face, "well I should probably get back in there and save Tony from the man-eater," he joked, then squeezed and rubbed my shoulder. He started to turn towards the door but paused and said, "we should get a drink tonight. I mean if you don't have other plans." Yep you guessed it, rock hard. "Umm, yeah, sure. "He grinned even bigger then knocked on the cockpit door. When Mindy came out she was as giddy as a school girl. "Oh my god he is so hot. I invited him out to dinner tonight." "Wow that's great. Good for you., did he say yes?" "No, he was really sweet but told me he wasn't ready to start dating again." I tried really hard not to laugh. Pretty soon we were landing and making our way to the hotel. In the lobby everyone was discussing dinner plans. I begged off saying I was going to hit the gym and would just grab something later. I changed into some shorts and a tank top and made my way to the hotel gym. I figured I'd workout for an hour then hit scruff and try to find someone to dump my load in. I'd done about twenty-five minutes on the treadmill when the door opened and in walked my fucking wet dream wearing a muscle t-shirt and tight running shorts. Dear god, I thought I was going to blow my load right then and there. "Hey Brody hope you don't mind if I join you. A workout sounded much more appealing than dinner with Mindy and the gang." I smiled and slowed the treadmill to a walk. "Hey captain of course, join on in. Damn, love your tats." He had a half sleeve on one arm and a compass on his other bicep. "Thanks, my sons talked me into getting them after the divorce." "They look amazing on you. If Mindy could see you now she'd probably be all over you." "Ugh no thank you. I mean she's very nice and all but not really my type." "Oh yeah, so just what is your type, Charlie?" "I have a thing for gingers." "You don't say." I stopped the treadmill and walked over so I was standing right in front of him. My dick was rock hard. "Holy shit," he said. He was staring right at my biohaz tat on my arm. "Fuck, are poz?" "Umm, yep." "Man that is so hot!" He suddenly looked like something had just occured to him and his face lite up with a smile. "You didn't by chance recently poz another flight attendant?" "Umm, fuck, umm where did you hear that?" "There's a group of guys at work who may or may not get off on very risky sex." He said winking at me. "One of the guys is a pilot friend of mine. He's been fucking a flight attendant named James for months and he told my pilot friend that his poz roommate's been feeding him toxic loads. He even showed him some pics of a hot ginger breeding him. Your face isn't totally shown but I definitely recognize that tat." You're famous within our group. James sent a pic showing his test results two days ago." "Did you say 'our' group?" I shoved my hand down his shorts and felt his hard cock. "My sons have been introducing me to the joys of gay sex." I raised my eyebrows up at him just as his phone went off. He looked at the number and shrugged, "damn it! I really have to take this." I whispered in his ear, "I'm in room 1237. Don't make me wait long."

The most I ever had in one evening was 8 at the local bookstore in bloomington. Wanted more, but no one was left. Love to feel a cock throb as I’m swallowing a hot load

Holy Fuck Buddy-That was some real Masterclass Level David Attenborough shit right there. Tonight on BBC ''Witness first hand Unbridled Rabid Cock Frenzied Fuck Lust as we explore the Savage Beauty of this hidden world of Passionate Raw Brutal Ass-Pounding Skull-Fucking Pig Style Oinkery and the Men who thrive in its harsh environs." You done Good! Somebody fetch me my God Damn Swoon Jug.

It's simple for me because I just don't care about my dick. It doesn't matter at all to me. My butthole is my primary sex organ and that's where I like to be pleasured. If someone wants to perform oral on me, they can eat me out but I'd never agree to be sucked off. If someone wants me to pleasure their ass, I'll eat it out or finger it or even use a dildo on them. But my dick and balls are strictly off limits; no sucking, no fucking and no touching.

10. by my older brother (13) I had already been sucking his cock and several other guys cocks for 2 years and loving it so I was more than ready and eager to get fucked.2 years later I was getting fucked by adult men that I was finding myself. started by blowing men then quickly to getting fucked by real man cock (surprisingly mostly married men)I always knew I was born to be a pussyboy bottom and was easy to train to be a take all loads cumdump

I'm going to make the opposite point to the common one here: perhaps you aren't wired that way? Some people love chocolate ice cream. Some people love pistachio ice cream. It's hell if you are expected to like pistachio but chocolate is the only thing that makes you salivate. Same thing with sex. There's an common expectation here that taking every load offered, from every person, every time, is the only way to be a good bottom. That's true -- if you are into it. If you aren't, it's not going to work for you, no matter how hard you try. It's okay to want some kind of closeness with the guys who drop loads in your ass. It's okay if some guys don't turn you on and you aren't interested in having sex with them. It's okay if you aren't into bathhouses or glory holes. If you've tried it and it doesn't work, or if you can't even see it within yourself to make the attempt, figure out what you -do- like and then go after that. After beating myself up for failing as a no-loads refused bitch, I changed course. What did I like? Who did I like? Was the sex better with the kinds of people I liked? Was I able to do more, push through more limits, have more fun, when I worked with my interests instead of against them? Hell yes. In short, it's okay if you want to take every load offered to you. It's okay if you don't. Figure out what works best for you.

*** His lack of movement, him just staring at me, melted into an abstraction. I was enraptured by what he'd just done to me, like a deer bewitched by radiant lights on the horizon. It was impossible to process what had happened. All I knew was that my dick tingled; I wanted it again, or, if not that, something other that I knew only he was capable of. If I had just shot my wad with someone else, my mind would be searching for the nearest exit. With Mr. X. I felt the opposite. I wanted more of him, to know more, to discover more, to belong more to him. He was a flame for my thoughts. My mind imagined him practicing taboo and foreign arts. I pictured him overseas, entering exotic ports, each stop adding another souvenir to his body; sucking off a shipmate in some dark alley, both denying the next day anything had happened on shore; an unrepentant mercenary; a defrocked priest; he might have been a wrestler, holding high a championship belt, chest heaving, taunting Spanish at his beaten opponent, shaved, in tights, wearing a black mask. Spinning mind spun tale after tale drinking him in. Mind is a razor blade. He opened my legs, moved in to examine. In the calm of an afterglow, his snake hand ran between my thighs, pushed four fingers into my hole. “Tight,” he murmured in the direction of Riggs who’d long ago collapsed into his own reverie. I looked over at Riggs. I felt a bit of pity. He was shoving the balls that had fallen out of me, now burying the fourth ball into his ass. Mr. X pulled out his fingers and felt the welt Duncan had given me, which seemed like lifetimes ago. “He likes beating?” he asked Riggs in a detached voice. It took a while for Riggs to answer. “Ask him? I think he’s a horny little slut that would do anything for a big cock.” Standing between my legs Mr. X stared at me. “You like to be beat?” It was the first time I clearly saw how formidable he was. His cock had gone down to an impressive swaying eight inches, soft. A tremendous amount of foreskin now hung over his cockhead. There was nothing accidental in how he used his body. I know he had asked a question. I had no idea what it was. His tool's soft foreskin, rolled over my withered dick. “You like to take beatings? I don’t like to ask twice.” “Uh, I uh…” I trailed off unable to figure out how to answer his simple question. No, I did not; yes, if he wished it. “How much did you give him his first time?” Riggs, irritated to have to answer again, lolled his head on the bed, spouted, “Point three, maybe four. Can’t remember. Hard to find a vein. Boy squealed before I stuck him, but’s been loving it ever since, haven't you, pig boy?” I was mesmerized by the sensation of Mr. X's foreskin rocking over my balls. There was a tattoo of a screaming mask right above his dick camouflaged in his thick bush. Where the mask’s tongue would be instead was his swaying dick. “Were you in the navy?” I asked Mr. X. “Was I what?” He stared, puzzled. He called to Riggs, “He’s asking me if I was in the navy.” I shook again in a cold fever, my teeth chatter. For a moment I mistook him for my father's older brother, Uncle Glenn. I shivered in a forgotten memory. I felt I was living through a dream with Mr. X, or a flashback with my uncle in his pool, alone, up close in a tub with me, tepid water washing over us, he brushing up against me obscenely. Me having inappropriate thoughts of my uncle. I was lost in the memory, whether it was even true, but I was also here, wanting more of this man's touch. I tipped my torso up to feel the heavy weight of his cock brush up against my shaved crotch. “You fucked up little fucker. You want to come work for me, feel like this all the time?” “Aw, fuck yeah. I want you to feel me all the time.” The words just floated out of me. No meaning, just sounds that I hoped he would like. “I think you’d make a lot more money than working for Rigg Pig, isn’t that right, Mr. Pig?” “Most likely. But I want a finder’s fee for that sweet cunt of his.” “I need a test drive. You okay if I give him another spin?” asked Mr. X. “And what this tat on his ass?” “What?” Riggs asked, now fully coming out of his reverie. He pulled the final ball out of his ass and got off the bed. He took up inspection next to Mr. X. I liked both men checking out my ass, pulling my leg to the side to get a better light. “Oh, that’s his dreamcatcher tattoo.” “I think we cover it up with a black boot. How ‘bout that, kid? Nice big Mr. X boot on your ass, size thirteen stomping you?” “Yeah, and piercing, like yours. And nipples. Big ones,” I blurted. “Maybe eventually. But yours are small yet." He reached up to pull off the tit tubes. "Let me see.” He popped one off. The tit was blue and blistered, but for me pretty massive. He pulled the second tit pump off. I was shocked how enlarged they'd gotten. Each of the men pulled at them. “Maybe small piercings. Maybe a P.A. What do think, Riggs? A little P.A. on this pretty prick?” Mr. X picked up my dick, pinched it to open the piss slit, rubbed a finger over the soft interior skin. He reached over to a leather case on the table, unzipped it and took out one of several steel rods. He licked the rod and spit on my soft dick, slid one of the rods in only slightly and let it fall into my slit on its own weight. The sensation felt close to what his tongue had done to me, and produced in me a low growl. I began to rock in Mr. X's hand. “Hang on. Let’s get you slutted up. Another slam and see what surprises we can get out of you." He pulled out the rod and released my cock. "Wait, what?" The last sentence tugged on an alarm. "Wait. No, no, no, no" I stammered realizing what he had in mind. "I'm so fucked up. I can't even." Riggs completely ignored me. "He's a fast learning, you'll see." To me, Riggs said, "You’re not ready for home yet, are you? Don't you want to stay and play with Rigg Pig and Mr. X?” “I do. Fucking A,” I said, “just...but I don't need to slam again.” He and Riggs went over to the table with hushed voices. “I want to bond with him. Now,” Mr. X whispered to Riggs. “I’m in a sharing mood.” He showed Riggs the needle in his pocket. "This is the Czech shit I brought back. There is nothing purer." "I hear you guys," I said, trying to imagine getting even higher than I was. "Please, I'm shitfaced." “If I can’t finish," Mr. X continued, "you’ll need to do him.” All I could see was Mr. X's ass. As distressed as I was, my attention span was that of a flea. Mr. X removed his vest now stood naked with his back to me. The tail that began at his hand I could now see the detail of how it slid over his shoulder, slithered down his back, undulated with his breath and ended between his cheeks. I admired Mr. X’s broad back, a giant V that ended in a surprising small waist. I loved the dimples on his butt. The tail of the striped snake disappearing. While they quietly bartered, I obsessed how far the snake tail went if I were to spread his cheeks apart. That's all I thought about, spreading his muscular butt apart. “That means we finalize the contract then," whispered Riggs. "You've had three weeks to read through his background.” Their words were distractions I wanted to bat away. I only wanted to dig in to Mr. X’s ass, find out how the snake tail ended. “Contract," however, echoed in the air, buzzing like a fly, raising a modicum of interest. A quiet siren launched, however far back it was in my lizard brain, buried beneath a heavy blanket of static. I remembered I was cuffed. I rattled my arms to see how secured I was. The answer was very secured. “Fine,” Mr. X said, coming toward me wiping his arm with a wet pad. “The paperwork later. I want him now, just in this state. Have him sign it at some point.” Seeing that I was now quietly watching him, he addressed me directly. “Okay, this is what happens. You might remember some of it, probably not all of it, doesn't matter. No, I was never in the navy but I was a medic a long time ago. So, you put yourself in my hands. Okay?” He said over his shoulder, “Secure his head.” I saw Riggs carrying over a belt, which he strapped over my forehead, turned my head, smashing my left ear down into the pillow before I had time to think. When I caught up with what was happening, Riggs secured the belt under the sling and trapped my head sideways looking at Mr. X’s torso. I struggled, but realized escape wasn’t an option. Mr. X bent down, talking into my face. “Like I said, I think you can make a lot of money. In my bar, I have video studio and dungeon in basement. Much more equipped than this," he said indicating Riggs' playroom. "Many friends, too, and financiers and customers. Some not so nice but I protect my property. I specialize in a very select product. My talent also entertains for me, some very powerful clients. Some in government, some in police, some we don't talk about. Riggs convinced me you are a good investment. We are above board, totally legal, legally binding once you sign. And yet to see if we work out together, we need to...bonding,” he said, holding out the needle. He used a wet pad to clean my neck. Then he lay he cheek next to my ear. “Just you and me, Boy Scout. What you say?” he asked. “Riggs can slam if he wants, watch us, film us, hell, join if he wants. But this is our party, and how we know if we have chemistry.” He rose and displayed the needle, gazed at it lovingly, brought it straight to my face. “Exactly one gram of finest crystal. Pure, like you. You won't believe it.” Riggs circled to the other side of the sling, a video camera in hand. He pushed my greasy hair out of my face to make sure none got on my neck or in the way of his shot. “A full gram,” Mr. X continued. “Half of this point is mine, the other half yours. I want us have the best slam of your life, bring you into my world on beautiful magic carpet.” He ran his snake hand over my neck. “Why the neck? Not the neck.” I was as coherent as was possible and trying to be lucid and calm. "Do the arm. Arm's good." “You’re starting to make me think Riggs had it wrong, Boy Scout. Shake no if this is not what you want. I will respect your decision.” I tried, but of course, he knew it was impossible. I snorted and heaved resigned. Snot ran down the pillow. Mr. X came in close, licked the snot. He flickered his forked tongue up my nostrils. His eyes lusted vulgarly. “Your body tastes good, damn good. Mine tastes good to you, too. I see this. We will have good chemistry. I'm sure. We’re going to have the most fun you’ve ever had this side of dead. I promise you.” Directly in my line of sight, all I saw was Mr. X testing his veins. He chose one that was the least bruised, held his needle against it at an angle, stuck it in, drew in some blood causing the clear liquid to turn red. He slowly pushed the plunger down to the .5 marking, then quickly withdrew it and raised his arm in the air. His large torso swayed for a second, then he grabbed the chain violently rattling the it. I thought for a second he was about to bring the whole apparatus down. He let out a roar. "FUCK!" He held tight to the bars, rocking me in the sling. His body quaked. Breathing rapidly, his head bent, he shook again. “Fuck yes!” he hollered. "Fuck boy, come here." My line of sight was now directly facing his rising cock as he bent over me. I steeled myself for what was about to happen. He held the needle, though his hand shook as he felt around on my neck. I tried impotently to plead again, but he bent down and looked into my eyes. He whispered, “You’re not going to fucking believe this sh....” He couldn’t finish the sentence. His eyes rolled up in this head and he steadied himself with a hand on my chest. "Fucking hell! Yes!" he yelled, almost a death rattle. He still held onto my neck. He focused intensely on me. “Not a muscle.” He found a pronounced vein, and emptied the remaining contents into my neck. "Now you with Mr. X." Though when he withdrew the point, I felt something cold press against my neck, my eyesight went blind. I heard severe pounding in my ears, but made out nothing in front of me. I heard myself in my mind repeatedly saying "Fuck" as before, but couldn't hear myself speaking. A tongue entered my mouth, his tongue. It was the last thing I could remember. His tongue. I don't know how long I remained suspended, but someone had release my hands. I reached up blindly and felt his nipples. I crushed them and as I did so I felt fiery hands do the same to mine. The sensations of flicking tongue and fleshy tits drew me out of absolute blindness. I coughed several times. At one point, between coughs, I wasn't able to gasp in air. I heard a voice like a dark demon taunting in my ear, “Ride the fucker!” Hearing voices in dark corners, hoots and hollers, cackles and cries, indistinct, unrecognizable words, crazed in lust and mad laughter. As much as I tried to adjust to an unnatural amount of electricity coursing through my body, all I could feel was the rush of pounding in my ears, now in my heart, now in my groin, now in my asshole. My head was released from the belt, someone lowered my legs one at a time. I was falling forward, trying to stand upright, but unable. A moment of weightlessness, then giant arms caught me. Hairy arms. I stroked the hair. Some sort of animal's arms, a beast, strong and powerful, lifted me up, cradled me. A warm chest with a heart beating wildly, my heart beating wildly. I stroked the chest. Warm breasts, strong shoulders. Movement, moving through whiteness, fluorescent lights blinding overhead. Then a switch and darkness fell. Darkness clung to everything. Then falling, descending, lowering much lower than the room I remembered. Now red, burning my skin, feeling electric. The room was black and red. Unable to focus on anything but feeling I was more powerful than I'd ever been in my past life. A back that held me. Running my hand down a back, my other hand running down an abdomen. A hand sliding between my legs. No images, but a sense that the descent had stopped, replaced with being laid out on something soft, fetid, crusted, smelling. Someone moving an arm out and a leg. Another hand coursing over my body, through my legs again, diving into my anus. The room was not coming into focus, though something familiar was. My body felt everything at once: it was a rag doll under someone’s control. Definitely not my control. Whatever took control I knew I wanted. My brain started to form around the words: fuck, fuck, fuck, until I found my voice mouthing it, then vocalizing it. Words in ecstasy. I felt someone lift up my prone torso. Coming into consciousness I saw in double vision Mr. X propping me up on the piss-stained bed. I threw my arms around his neck, frantically feeling up his body, pulling his tits, stroking his hardened cock, felt under his enormous balls, through his legs to his wet, creamy, moist hole. “Stay with me, boy,” he whispered. He slithered his tongue into my ear, then lay me down again and rolled onto me. His erection slid on my stomach as he maneuvered my legs apart. He spread and lifted them, and with one stab, popped the piece of metal on his cockhead into me. His length of shaft felt infinite. The pain I’d anticipated from the bars on his shaft instead created the fiercest pleasure I ever felt. I felt my anus rip apart in heat. Every metal bar rolled over my sphincter elicited another rush of pleasure. I was enjoying each notch as small destructions to my hole. There was no end to him driving ever deeper into me. His girth flayed me open farther than I thought possible, more than the balls that Riggs shoved in me. My hole only wanted to swallow him up. I repeated over and over in his ear to fuck me. My eyes were out of focus but there was a moving light above me. Riggs was up there, somewhere, moving with a camera. I forgot him in an instance. All that mattered was what Mr. X wanted and he wanted to descend into my hole. A voice behind the light prodded me to say what I was feeling. I found words to whimper, beg, demand Mr. X to rip me open, fist my hole, own me, take me, pull me into hell with him. Floodgates opened. A watershed of repression, tabooed yearnings, came flooding out. His massive size hit new depth inside my body. If not for the purple rush coursing through my veins it would not be possible to accept such a demon cock. Ring after ring he penetrated. At the point when I thought I couldn’t take anymore of Mr. X’s metal or flesh inside me, I started urinated uncontrollably. I heard Riggs call out, “Fuck, yes, boy. Look at him fuck the piss out of you! Be a pig I know you are.” I rubbed my hands over my belly, thinking I could feel Mr. X’s cock pound away like a creature ready to break out through my heart. I sucked my piss-covered hands, offered them to Mr. X, but got no response. He was in a delirium of his own, sightlessly fucking. I bucked up against him, pound for pound sharing his fevered pitch. The rhythm of his fuck intensified. He slammed my ass in every way possible. He twisted my body at an angle and fucked away. He growled in my ear frenzied foreign words of lust. I returned the intensity licking inside his ear, licking each nostril. I was facing him, legs in the air. He pounded even harder, slamming deeper, pulling fully out, cum shooting everywhere, plunging right back in, not ebbing a bit as he came. He quivered at his furthest point of penetration, but kept bucking, pulling out then stabbing forcefully back in. His frenzy caused me to gasp in tormented pleasure. He reacted by finally looking at me, ordering me to keep my hole open. I felt the heat of Riggs' camera between my legs. “Hold your ankles,” Riggs directed me. I complied. Repeatedly, Mr. X pushed up his torso, revealing his full eleven-inch torpedo, before driving it back down, balls deep into my gaping hole. Not only had he found a more than will receptacle for his massive tool, but Riggs filming the act inspired me to beg for him to destroy it, to breed me and make me one of his boys. “Convert me,” I pleaded. “I want your toxic cum. Take every swimmer you have. Knock me up, Master X.” “Yes, yes,” hissed Riggs. “That’s it, boy. Invite him to own you!” Mr. X, at his peak arousal, quickened his pace. No longer fully pulling out, but only fucking me with the top few inches of weapon, then without warning, drove the entire fuckshaft deep into me. He repeated this pattern, first a few inches until he felt my hole relax, then punishing me with everything he had. I hollered in pain, and then begged him to fuck me again. This went on until he fell back into a less spastic, more steady rhythm. The intensity was still there in our fucking, but the regularity of it, the hours it felt like we were driving away, lulled me into a fugue state where all I was aware of being was a fuck object. All I knew of the past and what I could see into the future was being fucked by him. I was delirious. More hours passed in this state. I was fucked and rocked until I was sitting up fucking myself on his huge shaft. He ordered me to count down from ten and thank him every time I impaled myself. I forgot the order of things. I tried to remember numbers, gave up and, crazed in desire, I jacked him off with my stretched out colon. Riggs told Mr. X to spread my legs and show him my cunt. I was on all four over Mr. X. Riggs gasped. Mr. X turned me on my side, resumed pounding me, holding one leg in the air. I started bucking against him. I said I wanted to milk his monster, for him to plant his seed in me. I was ripe for him, ready for him to sew in fertile ground. Where these words came from I didn’t know, possibly Riggs whispering in my ear, but they kept spewing from me. Became my words, my intentions. It remained a dark red room, a room of hellish pleasure. Hallucinations of being in a meet market, of being a puppet whose strings had broken, of men sitting in the dark watching me and Mr. X consummate our bonding, blended together. I came back to a semi-consciousness, not knowing how long it had been or what had transpired. I was flattened on my belly, unable to get out from under the enormous weight of someone relentless humping of my ass. I enjoyed the sense of futility and pleasure I was receiving by not being able to resist the cock forced in me. I found the pleasure of giving it up for my Top pushing up against Him, telling Him I was His. I forgot who was in the room. The fucker who was in me, flattening me out, a large figure who pulled out at once, bathed me in cum and returned inside me to pump out what remaining orgasm he had. He didn’t stop but continued to hump, first a dry hump between my butt cheeks, and then with my prodding and maneuvering him to reenter, and again I felt his tip spewing warm ejaculate at my entrance, warming my crack, and then stabbing me once again to make sure all his cum was received in my bowels. He paused, my guts warming up to a now familiar afterbirth of urine, feeling my entire tract fill with liquid waste, until finally I leaked and wet the bed beneath me, dripping with another man’s piss. This latest chem piss, I knew I was going to black me out, ramping up, in my unconsciousness, an even greater lust that nothing could slake. The figure rolled off. It was day, maybe afternoon I saw from the window. Time was only a vague changing of light. I saw a hazy figure of hanging nipples, piercings I tried to reach up and tug. Another cock was offered and I greedily sucked it. As I sucked, I said with my mouth full, it tasted of shit and cum. “It’s good,” I murmured. There was some deep laughter, and then I felt another stiff dick enter me. Arched to suck the one man in from of me, I felt the second man twist my pelvis so I was upright on all fours. My ass was slapped and fucked, and I moaned and thanked whoever was in me. I was told to turn around, and the man I sucked was now fucking me, someone larger and almost painful, but it provided me with such infinite bliss to have my hole used by this nameless satyr. I reached back and felt his fur-covered legs, reached under and felt his heavy, slapping balls. I pushed my genitals back in order to have my Satyr spew some of his leakage on me. I felt a bit of ass juice running down. I caught some and rubbed it over my puny nub. It felt incredible yet I knew I was infinitely years away from cumming. The Satyr pushed my face into the crotch of the other to suck his cock. The cock was large but only semi-erect. I did my best to provide him pleasure, but suddenly my mouth was flooded with piss. He instructed me to drink it, to suck it all down. I drank, but his piss was endless. My head down, he pissed his remains over my head, which ran down my back. A puddle formed on the bed with my face in the middle of it. My Satyr yanked my legs up so I fell into the puddle. The man in front rubbed his piss into my scalp. My Satyr lay on top of me, now humping slowly, his mouth next to my ear. “Suck the piss out of the mattress. This is where I'll keep you.” With slop in my mouth, he flipped me around so we could taste the mixture of piss, cum and ass slime together. I wrapped my legs around my Satyr, pulling him into me. Feeling my inner thigh slide along his hairy legs, my feet gliding down his legs to his feet. Only they weren’t feet, they were hooves, cloven hooves where his feet should have been. “Let me take you,” he growled. “Let me have your body. Surrender to me.” I wrapped my legs against him again, not letting my ass separate from him as I felt his cockhead bulge. He slowed only for a moment to pop one of his huge balls into my canal, then the other. “You take my knot. You need your reward!” A lava of cum scorched out of him. My matted hair, his sagging breasts, his gap tooth gums chewed on my tits. I reach down and felt his dried rutting mat of hair between my legs scrubbing against me like sandpaper over my useless nub. As he flooded me to the point I gushed out between and around his mountainous member, I came with him, limp dick but shaking in orgasmic delight. The scorch of his cum oozed out of my hole, burning its way down my legs. He lay inside me for minutes or maybe it was hours. I couldn’t say. I didn't want him to leave my ass. It was quiet. Everything was bathed in red light. Every so often he would spasm within me. Always hard, always leaking down my leg, I was so filled with him inside me. It would take a long while for us to unwind.

The Business Trip – as told by BrandonMy three day business trip with my gay colleague Zach was to make the final arrangements for a conference we would be hosting the following week. Zach is petite, about 5’6” and 120 pounds, but tight and muscular. I always tease him that he needs to buy his clothes in the teenagers department. He just laughs. He and his husband got married about three years before so in spite of the fact I find him adorable, I have never tried to come on to him sexually. Zach and I were sitting alone at a table in the bar after the day’s work and I could not keep my eyes off him. He was wearing a pair of tight khaki pants that showed off his tight bubble butt to perfection. They were well filled in the front as well. His eyes kept following one of the waiters, who was a totally cute hunk in his mid-20s. I was eyeing the boy out as well. We made the usual small talk about work and this and that. Suddenly Zach steered the discussion in a new direction. “The waiter’s kind of cute, isn’t he?” “Yeah. Buffed and blond. Just my type.” “You’ve been married almost half a year now. Would you fuck that boy if you could? And Ben would not need to know.” I shrugged. “I really don’t know if I would. We talked about it before we got married and agreed that we could screw around a bit as long as it was safe with condoms and did not tell. We also discussed threesomes. With all my travelling and Ben having the flu and then me we have only had one so far.” “Cool. You will have a lot of fun when you do so regularly. Multiple guys is sometimes even better. When we got married we definitely did not plan on monogamy. In fact our bachelors’ party was a bareback orgy that we both attended. We regularly bring tricks home to share and go to parties to see who can get the most loads.” I was somewhat taken aback by how casual he was about what he was doing, but I was getting very hard at the thought. He continued talking. “So what about you? Have you had any sex on the side since you go married, or has Ben?” I answered truthfully. “I haven’t but I think Ben has a few times. In fact, I am pretty sure he has. When I was sick I surfed the net a lot looking at profiles of local guys. Between things Ben told me and what some guys in the immediate neighborhood wrote in their profiles I started putting two and two together but I cannot be absolutely sure.” “Absolutely sure of what? That he is or isn’t fucking around on the side? Or you suspect that he is fucking around but not absolutely sure if he is having safe sex? Based on what you told me before you guys got married I would not be surprised if he is having sex and all of it bareback. The only gay guys I know in your neighborhood are Matt and Josh who throw regular TeamBB bareback parties, Sam their big-dicked friend who lives close by and the other party regular, Jeremy who lives in your condo complex. We have got together several times for some serious no-holds-barred bareback butt banging.” I looked at him in a daze. I went silent for a moment as I thought of what BBSam4Fun had written about “new bareback fuckbuddy B” and M and J and J2 and how Ben kept nagging me that we should get together with Sam and Matt and Josh. Then there was Ben’s new TeamBB speedo. Zach continued his tale. “Sam, Matt and Josh started the Team Bare Back club and to join is by invitation only. Once they have each fucked you twice and left their loads in your ass, they gave you a team swimsuit. You then get invited to their regular bareback sex parties as a rookie member. After a period of time you may graduate to a full member and they give you another swimsuit with a red scorpion logo. Because they are an exclusive group they have some strict rules and one strong recommendation.” He paused and looked at me to see my reaction. “I guess one of the rules is that you need to be regularly tested.” Zach laughed. “Nope, that’s not a requirement. The rules are: No condoms ever. To insist on condoms is the quickest way to get kicked out. Never ask anyone their status. Never tell anyone your status except by means of a symbol, such as a tattoo. Never refuse to fuck anyone. Never refuse anyone who wants to fuck you. Never waste your seed by cumming outside an ass.” I felt sick to the pit of my stomach. These are the guys who fucked Ben and gave him the swimsuit. I had to ask. “Are Sam and Matt and Josh poz?” “I don’t know because I never asked them. But a lot of the guys are. They way those three fuck around they must be.” “And you? “ I asked. “What do you think?” Before I could say anything he continued. “No need to answer.” So I assumed that by saying that he was poz. But I was still very curious about the parties. “You told me the rules, what is the recommendation?” “The guys are really into gear of all sorts. Athletic gear, jocks, leather, rubber and all the rest. So they recommend that you arrive at the party in gear and then keep at least some of it on during the party. Of course, if you take everything off no-one is going to complain.” Zach sensed my unease at the where the discussion was going and tried to change the subject. Probably not in the right direction considering my emotions at that moment. “So you haven’t had any sex on the side huh? I saw you eyeing my butt today. How would you like to start by fucking me silly?” I was totally unprepared for this. I would have thought that Zach would have realized the turmoil he had just unleashed in me. Zach is a very sexy man and I had often fantasized about having sex with him. But I always respected his marriage. Now I realized how wrong I had been. I remained silent. “Surprised you, did I? You did not see that coming. I’ve seen you naked in the gym and I like what I see.” I’d seen Zach naked in the gym as well and I liked what I had seen so the feeling was mutual. “Yeah, you’re hot too. Cute fuckable butt.” He was nothing much in the dick department, pretty much average and cut, but looked bigger on his small body. “You still haven’t answered my question: Would you like to fuck my cute fuckable butt.” He paused for a moment to see if I would respond, then continued. “Bareback of course. We also have an agreement; Bareback only, no condoms ever. We keep a count. Hundreds of guys in three years.” Fuck, if only. An offer I was going to have to refuse. Right now one part of my mind was still set on safe sex in spite of my suspicions of what Ben had been up to and the risky partners he may have had sex with. The other part was too disturbed to think about sex. “I’d love to but I guess it’s not going work. No bareback is not going to hook up with no condoms tonight.” Besides he was obviously a huge risk. It would be a total miracle if he was not poz. And I thought about the unseasonable flu that Ben and I had had recently. Zach smiled. “I guess I’ll have to wait until our waiter gets off his shift. He and his boyfriend Alex are hot little sluts and have no such inhibitions.” We continued chatting and drinking for the next hour or two about everything other than sex. I took my leave of him and went to my room. I took a quick shower and fired up my computer. All the talk we had had about sex had got me hot and horny and I wanted some stimulation to jerk off to. I signed on to A4A and browsed the profiles of guys who lived close to us. I found one that caught my attention. “Jumbo Jimbo” 22, 6’3” 200 lb 34w. Muscular, brown, brown eyes. Smooth. White. Looking for: 1-on-1 Sex, 3some/Group Sex, Misc. Fetishes. Built college jock. Let me destroy your ass with my tool and seed you deep. Not medicated yet and looking to fuck neg guys. If you want to fuck me you better be poz and I’ll fuck you too so that we can swop strains. 11”, Cut, Vers/top, Anything Goes, Positive. Prefer meeting at: My place, your place, public place. Jimbo was not joking about being Jumbo based on the pictures on his profile. I jerked of thinking about how hot it would be to be fucked by his massive meat and take his load. Knowing that Zach was having a bareback threesome in the gym while I was jerking off made it even more intense. The next day, we finished up much sooner than we anticipated. I was quite pleased at the prospect of getting home at a reasonable hour. Zach did not have much to say about our previous evening’s conversation other than. “Yeah, we got together the three of us last night. They wanted to show off their new biohazard tattoos. It was hot. We all got to fuck each other more and once and we all took loads. Pity you were not there. You would have liked it.” He showed me his cell phone. There was somewhat blurry and dark video of someone getting fucked bareback by a trim guy with a biohazard tattoo on his crotch. I felt a twitch in my as ass as I saw the guy spasm as he started cumming in the anonymous ass. I was heading out of town about to hit the interstate when I saw a strip mall with a CVS. I thought about what Zach had said the previous evening and my suspicions over the last month or so. Ok, I guess this was as good a time as any. I made my purchase in the pharmacy and sat in the parking lot while the test worked its magic. BINGO. I cannot say that I was surprised when my nagging suspicions were confirmed. I decided that I was not going to say anything, and see where things with Ben led. Certainly there was not much point in playing the condom game any longer, but I would hold Ben to it, just to see how he would try to cheat to get a load up his ass.