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I thought about holding off on this story to see how it ends, but I think it's more important that it be told now… This is something I saw on Twitter yesterday. I'm dumbfounded… March 27th… So the guy is under "lockdown" (a stay-at-home order), and he's still hooking up – and proud enough of it to post it on Twitter. March 31st… 4 days after the first hookup, he posts a video of another hookup.… April 3rd… 3 days after the 2nd hookup he posts pics and videos from yet another hookup… April 7th… And then surprise, surprise… That's right… 3 hookups later he's in the hospital with COVID-19. He's stupid enough to think he's in the ICU when he's not – he's probably just in a ward with all COVID patients. If he were in ICU he'd have breathing support (either be intubated or be attached to a BiPAP machine). Oh, and the kicker is he's calling the nurse a bitch and mocking the fact that she says she's tired! I just want to strangle the guy. If he reads this… "You're a fucking asshole. If karma doesn't catch up to you this time around, it will at some point. And guess what, I won't give a shit when it does." People, seriously, be responsible! Hospitals are over capacity. People are dying. There's no cure. There isn't even a decent treatment. Even in the middle of the AIDS crisis hospitals could manage their core caseloads. This is a whole other order of magnitude above that pandemic. It's gonna be a long time (probably years) before we're back to where we were before with big sex parties and crowded bathhouses. Even when the stay-at-home orders are lifted people will still need to be vigilant to avoid another peak of the pandemic. You'll need to focus on risk reduction – fewer partners, 1-on-1s, maybe sex in parks, maybe gloryholes. But being legs up in a bathhouse taking all loads isn't going to happen again until there's at least a decent treatment. If for no other reason, that sensible gay guys are gonna stay away. Here's a poll I did on Twitter a few days ago… Only a bit over 1/3rd of guys will risk a crowd when the stay-at-home orders are lifted (and that's now when they're horny and jacking off to Twitter, before the pandemic hits their city/town)… We can hope the clinical trials they're doing now turn up something, but who knows. Don't be like that guy above. Don't be a COVIDiot!

Part 5: The Date I spent the entire hour not moving. I looked at the projector screen, I didn't dare look anywhere else. I felt exposed and raw with him sitting there, like a frayed electrical wire. He never asked any questions of me, and I only had to answer a couple questions from other people in the room. When the meeting was over, I slowly stood and let everyone else leave before me. I dropped my things at my desk, grabbed a jacket, and left the office. I hadn't eaten anything so I walked a couple minutes to my favorite workday coffee shop and got a couple things. The cold air helped clear my head. When I got back to my desk, there was an envelope in the same drawer that I found the phone. It just had "Marcus" written across the top. I opened it with shaking hands. Michael had written a concise but warm note: he wanted me to join him for dinner Thursday night. He had already arranged for me to work from home Friday on projects. There wasn't much to the note, but sweet or not I knew that I didn't have a choice. I spent the rest of the week in a daze. I went to work, the gym, cooked, read, and barely slept. I left work early Thursday, he had just told me to what to wear and to look presentable. So there I was at 7:30, wearing a white button up shirt with a navy blazer and pants (he was clear on no tie), freshly trimmed beard and a fresh haircut. My roommates (both straight), jokingly asked if I was working as an escort now. I laughed with them but at that moment felt more like a whore than I ever had in my life. My watch buzzed, my driver had arrived (even though I hadn't ordered one yet). 15 minutes later I was standing at the entrance to the tallest building in Boston, and had no doubt in my mind where I was headed. I walked up to the receptionist, and he directed me to take the elevator all the way to the top. This building had the nicest restaurant in Boston, a place I could only dream of affording. I gave my name to the hostess, and she brought me to a corner table by the windows, looking out over the lights of the city. Michael was sitting there, similarly dressed as me only with a tie and in clothes that I'm sure cost my entire meager wardrobe put together. Somehow everything fit him perfectly, I felt mine hung off me like the obvious department store knock offs that they were. He stood and invited me to sit. Instantly a waiter was asking our drinks orders. "I'll have a gin martini, straight up, very dry with a twist", Michael said. "I will as well, only with vodka and olives", I said. "Don't worry, we work together so I'm putting all of this on the company card", he said with a wink. Over the next two hours we talked. At first about him: where he was from, how old he was (I was right originally, 38), hobbies, family, and how we found himself in his current role (he got his PhD in Biochemistry after undergrad from MIT and then his MBA from Harvard a few years later). Before long he found himself being courted by multiple biotech companies, and shortly after joining the current one was promoted to CSO. The more he talked about himself the less scary he was, and I enjoyed myself more. The ridiculously overpriced cocktails and absurd bottle of wine he ordered may have helped, but he seemed more normal than I had originally given him credit for. Though his eyes never lost that particular shine that I had come to associate with goosebumps. Eventually the conversation turned to me, and the more mundane aspects of my life (not the things I had shared when we first met). By the time we left it was almost 11pm. As we walked down the street, the hairs on the back of my neck stood again. He pulled me into an alley and started kissing me violently. He shoved me against a wall and pulled my pants down. At first I was terrified, but when he spun me around he dove face first into my ass, giving me the best rim job I could ever remember receiving. After a couple of minutes, he spun me back around and his fingers replaced his tongue in my ass. His mouth engulfed my cock and between his fingers and the blow job, it was a matter of minutes before I was moaning and shooting my load down his throat. He swallowed all of it, stood up, and kissed me hard again. "I have to go for a bit, but if you want to come over in an hour text me and I'll make sure the doorman rings you up", he said. Before I could even buckle my belt he was gone. At that point my dick and my curiosity were outweighing my gut feeling about him. I texted the number on the card he gave me, and a few seconds later confirmed our time and the address I was to go to. I would never walk there in time, but I started in that direction before I would call a car, not knowing how much my life was about to change. .........................................

My popper fogged mind tried to process his words as he drove the dildo in and out of my second sphincter a while longer. Feeling tender as he withdrew it from my body I felt a decided pop of air as it left my body. My hole was more than certainly stretched as wide as it had probably ever been in recent memory. His hands caressed my ass and I felt the warm wetness and scruff of his beard as he began to rim my gaping pup kunt. One hand left me, then another. After a moment, his mouth left my ass and I find myself suddenly craving his attention again. Anything, a toy, his touched, his hot mouth, anything. Another sound off unzipping came from behind my body, and I felt his presence return between my legs. “Inhale boy. Let your senses fly.” I responded with a deep woof and took a double hit. My paws had barely closed the bottle of poppers when I felt it a shift on the bed as he came behind me. My restraints were undone, and I came around to face my handsome master, moaning as I saw him in his glory. Cap still on his head, he’d lit a cigar as he’s come to bed, and resting semi erect against his torso was easily the largest uncut cock I’d ever had face to face in my life. Still growing, it was already 8 inches and continuing, and his girth was swelling to the size of my forearm. Large, egg sized nuts sat hanging low in his sack against the bed, a thick red cock ring at the base of his manhood standing out sharply against his black fur. I longed to embrace him, to worship him, but I knew my place here. Had it spanked into my ass and myself caged to remind me of that place. He was my superior here, and frankly, I found myself wanting that on more than just a kink level as he sat there slowly puffing. His obscene cock continuing to engorge with blood, foreskin slowly rolling back as he neared the apex of his erection. An easily ten inch, thick, veiny uncut slab of cock lay against the man before me. His foreskin had rolled back to reveal a beautifully swollen purple head, leaking his precious precum. “If you come forward, and take this cock into your mouth, I expect you to worship it boy. This is the most superior cock you will have ever taken inside you. Worship it well and I will fuck pup, I will cum inside you, and you will be mine. Forever.” He puffed his cigar, his words hanging in the silence. “Unlike the other master’s here boy, my seed is special, potent, and toxic. Do you understand me?” I sat there on all fours, numbed momentarily. This god of a man before me had HIV, and he wanted to fuck it into my body and infect me. No warning bells sounded; no voice of alarm echoed through my head. He’s paddled that out of me and tease my hole open beyond the point of concern. He was truly my superior, in every way, and I needed him to become part of me, whatever the cost. I just looked at him in the eyes and nodded, and affirmative woof leaving my lips. Reaching a hand to the back of my head, he pulled my face towards his cock and ordered me to begin. My lips were greeted by the wet sweetness of his precum and I ribbed them against his cock head. My hand reach forward to grasp his fat shaft, causing more of his clear nectar to ooze forth as I opened my mouth to seal my fate. My other hand reach to the base of his shaft as his head entered my mouth and I began to rub my tongue sexually against it. Every fiber of my being was electrified in this moment, suffused with a need to worship this man, though any means necessary, and make him feel good. A low growl escaped his lips as I dedicated my life to please him in this moment, my hand alternating strokes up and down his thick meat while my head bobbed up and down upon it’s tip. Slowly, my jaw managed to relax more and more and he began to work himself into my throat, which struggled to contain his presence. I could feel his girth making my throat tender after several minutes spend sucking and choking as he growled and voice his approval, one hand always on the back of my head, in control. After several more minutes of this, his hand withdrew and I stopped immediately, looking up at him as his cock withdrew from my mouth, precum and spit coating my beard beneath my hood. “Are you ready to become mine pup, to have part of me inside you forever, and be owned by me the rest of your life?” I squeaked out an affirmative woof off key, his cock in my through had done a number on my ability to speak, but earned a beaming grin from him nonetheless. He stirred, pulling me up and pushed his lips against mine under the snout of my hood. The smell of his muck and smoke hit my nose, as my tongue danced against his and my heart began to beat even faster, the last vestiges of the human me fading fast as he picked me up and carried me back over to the sling. Depositing me, my legs were again restrained, but arms free, and I rubbed his beautiful coat of fur as he pulled out lube from the side table and began to finger fuck me. As he touched me inside with his hand, fingers probing to the second knuckle deep, borderline trying to fist my ass, I felt my cock once again begin to stir, and I whimpered apologetically as it continued to rise, eventually filling it’s confines, somewhat painfully. He withdrew his hands and began to lube the upper part of his shaft, rubbing the fat mushroom head of his cock against my hole, teasing it again and again. “Time to be fucked forever boy. I own your life as of now.” Before I could take liberties with poppers or he could order it, he pushed the head of his cock in with a firm thrust and I saw stars. Even with my prior stretching, there was a definitive stretch as the thick heat of his member entered my body, eliciting a and unintelligible and loud moan I’m sure could be heard from the street. I felt my hole tense up and legs shake, my eyes rolled back with the pain and pleasure his entry caused me. Looking down, he stood between my legs, the towering mass of his cock outstretched between us, connected to my body with his fat head resting within my loins. He nodded down at me with a smile, telling me what a good boy I was, reaching forward with a hand to rub my fur and grasp the bottle of poppers around my neck. A firm yank broke the slender chain and he uncapped the bottle, drinking in it’s fumes over several hit before ordering me to hit hard. As the nigh drunken rush of poppers hit me I saw his head roll back in the air towards the ceiling in the firelight, and he began to push inside of me further. The next several minutes were spent with me steadily huffing on command as more and more of his massive cock pushed inside of me until I felt him push against my second ring. I looked up at him with concern in my eyes through my hood, knowing he still had another few inches to go at least. Both of his hands began to rub my chest and tease my nipples, relaxing my body as he gave another order to inhale deep. And again. And again. “I’m sorry my boy, but this is necessary, and you will thank me later.” He thrust, hard. I felt something inside myself give as he rushed past my second sphincter and I felt the hair of his thick bush resting against my hole. His hand took mine and guided it down to my belly, where I felt the bulge of his cock making itself known to my touch. “ I’m part of you forever now baby, no other man will be enough to satisfy you.” He pulled back, dragging part of my insides with his fat cock head as he withdrew, my eyes rolling back in my skull as this sensation took over my body. I felt warm heat being replaced my heartless vacuum, emptiness as he withdrew his cock to the tip, pulling my hole outward slightly as he did so, and then began to push back inside again. A strong ache as he pushed past my second sphincter again and into me, the bulge reappearing under our hands. Another withdrawl and insertion. After a minute of the slow, rhythmic pace I felt my body relax, every last nerve either too frayed by the pain or to numb with pleasure to continue resisting. He began to slowly increase his pace as I find myself floating along on the tides of his lovemaking and the high of the poppers we began to share together. This man, this HIV-positive, charged up, toxic bull of a man was fucking me, wanted to be my Master, and own me. And it felt to right, so proper to think that as I lay there with my legs suspended, his manhood sawing my body in half at a steady pace. His balls began to slap my firm ass at a steady rate as the wet slurping sound of my gaping pup kunt stretched around his shaft filled the room, my moans and his grunts playing back and forth through the space between us. His breathing began to grow heavier and heavier, as his cock unbelievably began to swell further with his pending orgasm, the thrust becoming less tender and more forceful as he approached his climax. “You are my pup. My owned boy. You serve me.” His thrusting became painful inside, my insides bruising under his assault, my hand feeling the impact as he bottomed out again and again inside me. “You are my pup. My beautiful, furry, POZ pup.” He yelled loudly, grasping both my legs and bottoming out inside me. I felt his member throbbing inside me and beneath my hand, the wet string of his seed flooding my bruised fuck chute as he spent himself, and to my surprise I felt the wet splash of my own seed rocketing from my cock in it’s cage, coating my fur in what was likely my last negative load. Master stayed inside me until his cock grew limp, fall out heavily from my destroyed hole with an unceremonious plop. I could feel a wet trickle of seed and most likely given everything, blood, dripping from my hole as his sweaty from took a step backwards and he reached towards the table to grab a massive tail plug, pushing it inside me. No additional lube was needed- between his load and my internal juices leaking, it fit with only minimal resistance. He helped my weak form out of the sling and over to the bed, laying beside and spooning me, one arm possessively wrapped around me. “You are Pup Maximus now boy. You gave it your all, and I will make sure you always have it.” It’s been 3 years since that day, and true to his word, we are married and I am a happily owned and proud POZ pup, serving my Master daily as his daily pup to fuck and on occasion when I’m a good boy, filling other pups under his supervision with my masters seed from my balls.

Thanks RT, I am amazed at the amount of people still messaging me to Fuck.. quite a few married guys seem to be flooding my inbox. My answer is always No. I try and advise the danger, falls on deaf ears sad to say. I work in the health system as a key role worker and even I am so frightened same as my excellent collegues of what we are taking home after our long shifts, Have I cought something today, my mental health is stretched as it really is bad ; beyond anything I have ever witnessed, Families/partners cannot be with their poorly person at the crucial time and the person sometimes dies alone and even cremated with limited people allowed to attend. so I most certainly wont be hooking up anytime soon. On another note, some idiots today, still in groups, still playing football, walking down the street with little children not protected etc. The world is changing rapidly at a fast pace, nothing ever will be the same again. Sorry to ramble on, but please guys, Please be careful and look out for you and your loved ones, dont be a number or statistic.

Thank you for this, RawTOP! I had someone approach me for a hookup a couple of weekends ago and replied that I was staying home that weekend ("stay the fuck at home" was what I said), and got a rude reply basically accusing me of being a snowflake (which I wasn't - I'm not concerned much about my personal safety, I just know how to do math and why distancing is necessary). I bitch slapped him into next week, and had been feeling a shadow of guilt about it. Guilt dispersed!

Oof. I haven't had any sex in like 2 months now. Even I don't want to risk it, but I also feel more susceptible to contracting COVID-19 when I have to go to the grocery store, and im surrounded by people in there. I went to 7/11 last week for a gallon of milk and some idiot was in there coughing all over the place, and as I was cashing out he coughed right in my direction. Looked at him and cussed him out, told the filthy pig to learn some god damn hygiene. Wanted to backhand him across the face like in one of those old Westerns.

I'd like to start this rather lengthy post with an apology for any measure of vitriol I did not catch prior to posting it. And to those moderating this forum, please let me know if you would like me to edit or delete this entry. --- My job is tied to provider and caregiver EMR support - flagging documentation, finding and reading test results, helping to place/correct/resolve orders, and so forth. I have friends and co-workers on the front line in over-capacity ERs and packed Immediate Care facilities. Some of my team may well be called back into a nursing or provider role. I am neither a clinician nor a licensed counselor, but I'm am SME for both impatient and outpatient medication integration, and I have been through - and currently use - our caregiver emotional support training. And, truth to tell, it hurts that we're unable to hug one another for comfort. My soul aches every time another person I know comes down with it. I cry with them when they say they haven't been able to be in the same house as their children since this started. As for me, I spent a week and a half with all the symptoms, but they weren't quite bad enough to push for the test. Close, yes: F 100° fever, dry cough, difficulty breathing, grinding fatigue ... but I didn't want to have them use a test on me unless I went further downhill, because I know all too well just how short the supplies of everything are. And yes, I'm an unrepentant, voracious bottom, but I refuse to risk myself or those I care for just because I want that intimate level of human contact, regardless of whether it's wholesome or some hole. Then I read stories like this, and I find myself suffused with an incandescent rage. His actions - both in and out of hospital - speak to a level of unconcern I find staggering. And to me it doesn't matter that it's tied to his sexual activities: what matters is that he chose to risk not only his own health, but that he treated the health of those around him in such a cavalier manner, and exhibited what I find to be an appalling level of disrespect to his caregivers. @rawTOP, thank you for posting this, and to all those taking care of themselves, thinking about what's best for you and those around you, and reaching out to take care of others, mere words cannot express my respect and appreciation for what you're wiiling to do to work towards ending this nightmare.

Other Masters began to stand and approach the basket held by a handler, one by one they withdrew strips of paper to claim a pup for the evening. As the last strip was called out, Master Marcus turned to address the handlers, “Thank you for those who brought your owned pups here to share with us this evening, I promise they will all be treated well. You are free to roam the first and second floors at your leisure, beer and other alcohol is in the kitchen.” Master Marcus dropped his strip of paper to the floor and walked slowly towards me, reaching out with his hand to rub my head and took his other and slowly, sensually, began to trace a line of sexual fire down my spine towards my ass. Without thinking, only reacting, I moaned as my cock began to thicken in my jockstrap and my ass rose in the air as he reached the small of my back. “You are a fine specimen my boy, and I look forward to training you this evening. Are you ready to obey your Master pup?” he said, leaning in close to my neck, emphasizing the word master as he spoke in the same calm, controlled, authoritative voice. I could feel the heat of his breath against my skin, sending goosebumps and shivers through my body as one hand began to gently rub my hairy chest and the other cupped by ass cheek, and I gave him an enthusiastic bark to affirm my approval with him taking control. “Stand up pup, and follow your Master.” I obeyed, standing and moving on legs that had lost a will of their own, and followed him up two flights of stairs to the very top floor of the townhome. A large set of double doors were opened by him, leading into a spacious bedroom with a massive bed covered by play sheets, sitting beneath a heavy, wrought iron four post frame. Leather restraints, spreader bars, handcuffs, and rope all hung from the overhead rails. To the left of the entrance was a fireplace with a gentle fire roaring, in front of which a sling had been erected, a soft fur lining pad placed within. Right of the entrance was another set of doors that I presumed went to a bathroom of sort, thought he doors at present remained closed. As I took the bedroom in, Marcus moved behind me and I heard the bedroom door shut, and the unmistakable click of a lock and the heavier sound of wood against wood. I stood there, feeling nervous as he remained out of my line of sight, feeling his presence close behind me, until I felt his chest against my back, the bulge of his crotch against my cheeks. His muscular arms came around and he hugged me from behind, slowly rubbing his hands across my furry chest and teasing my nipples over and over again. Pleasure began to build within my body, my cock swelling towards full mast within my jock, precum steadily pouring from my piss slit. As I tossed my head back in surrender his left hand came up to meet my throat, slowly but deliberately cutting off my air. “Tonight I’m going to make you mine boy, and you are going to earn my superior seed. We will start with your first lesson now. Take off your jock boy, you will never again cover yourself in my presence, is that clear?” I woofed my affirmative and doffed the jockstrap immediately before he continued, his hand grasping my balls painfully. “Now lay down in the sling and get comfortable, and you’ve 10 seconds to lose that erection boy. I didn’t give you permission to get hard like a man.” After not cumming for days and being in this environment I whimpered my compliance and stumbled over to the sling, desperately willing my erection to fade. I settled into the very comfortable confines of the sling and place my hands and ankles in the clearly designated restraints. Master Marcus secured me, each one with the sound of a lock clicking, each lock clicking doing nothing but making my cock continue to point upwards towards my face, drooling precum onto my hairy abs. If he was angry, or disappointed, his face didn’t show it. Master Marcus pulled a small table on wheels out from a closet and set it next to the sling. In my limited field of vision I could hear and see him manipulating some manner of metal. A cloth was put over my muzzle and the familiar aroma of popper washed through my senses, disorienting me I felt the sharp pressure of what could only be a needle push into my cock and a brief pressure as something was injected. The cloth was withdrawn and I looked at Master Marcus with concern. He responded, reading that worry within my eyes. “You submitted to me downstairs pup. You belong to me now. And that means you WILL obey your superiors rules. Take this night to learn boy, I don’t take kindly to having to repeat myself. The injection will get rid of your erection in short order.” Sure enough, even as he was speaking, I could feel the pressure in my cock lessening. He rubbed my chest and played with my nipples as my manhood continued to shrink to its normal unaroused state. I felt the chill of metal around my balls and his hand on my cock as he worked what was unmistakably a cage being put around my cock. Deep inside, I felt new levels of arousal sweep through me, and found myself grateful for my Masters foresight – I’d of not been able to contain myself were it not for his actions, I’d of lost my load right then and there. Master Marcus stood up, stepping out of my field of vision as I heard a zipper descend, the sounds of clothing being removed. When he returned to my vision, standing between my legs, I woofed excitedly at what I saw. His chest was strongly build, a working mans body and it was coated in a thick forest of fur that put my own to shame, thick, quarter sized nipples protruded from this, and as he ground his crotch against my exposed hole he rubbed them gently. I could feel the leather pants still covering his groin, but there was definitely *something* growing within. My own inner pup hunger to be filled came roaring to the forefront, and I whimpered upwards towards him. “Not yet boy.” He said, looking down towards me both possessively and with a glint of something else. “You are going to have to earn taking IT inside you.” His hands moved to the side table again and I heard the sound of lubricant being applied to something. He held up a modest dildo for me to see, then placed the poppers rag over my snout again and I relaxed, drinking in their aroma as he began to work the dildo inside my ass. Slow, steady pressure saw my ass quickly opening to stretch around the artificial cock he was pushing inside me. The stretch carried slowly inside of me, the girth of his instrument began to push against my prostate and I moaned loudly as his hit that pleasure knob inside my ass. Back and forth he continued to slowly fuck me for several minutes, refreshing my popper rag halfway. His other hand explored my body as he labored and I reveled in the lines of passionate fire his touch caused against my skin. With an unceremonious slurp, the false penis was removed from me and I found myself empty, involuntarily whimpering. “Damn boy, not many guys precum as much as you do, even when soft. That’s a good pup.” Restraints were removed and I was helped up by his strong grasp, popper rag falling to the floor as I stood up. I stumbled slightly as I came to rest on my two legs, a combination of my former position and the poppers still addling my senses. He caught me, holding me against his furry torso, and I drank in his intoxicating aroma of musk. He dragged me to the bed and ordered me on all fours, which I quickly scrambled to heed. As I reached his requested position, leather cuffs were placed around my wrists, held together by heavy chain. “It’s time to discipline you for your earlier disobedience boy. You are not to have an erection in my presence without my permission, EVER”. As he emphasized the last word, I heard the air split behind me a second before a painful smack against my cheeks. I cried out as the blow rippled through my body, my ass igniting with fire where it had struck across both cheeks. “You are my pup. My owned boy. You serve me.” *Wack* Another blow against my ass, just as firm. He repeated this mantra for what felt like an eternity after the fifth paddle, but what was likely only a minute. “Take a hit of your poppers boy, I hope they are fresh.” I obeyed, eager for the escape from the stinging coming from my rear end, sniffing deep. AS the initial hit settled and I found myself riding my high, I felt my hole once again being penetrated. Master’s groin was rubbing against my foot, and the cold sensation as it entered me told me it had to be another dildo. Thicker than the last, and longer, he spend another few minutes probing me inside, teasing my upper sphincter until it loosened enough that the toy was able to pop in. I grunted hard as my body convulsed involuntarily from that stretch. Bryan had fucked me a number of times, but he was not thick like this and it was an unaccustomed stretch. “Take another hit boy and relax. You are committed to being my boy and serving, you I promise you that you WILL need to open that up to fit me inside you.”

Totally agree. It was when I saw him use the word "bitch" to describe the nurse that I knew he was the example of a true COVIDiot and needed to be called out. Every step in what he did just showed a complete lack of concern for other people. I don't really give a shit that it was hooking up. I'm equally upset with the fundamentalists who are still going to church. They're also stupid, possibly even bigger COVIDiots. And to be clear your mention of "contact" is spot on. I do a fair amount of cycling and I see people online attacking people who are still cycling. Yes, for something like cycling you need to reduce the chance of crash as much as possible. But done right, cycling can be a very low risk activity. To me it's about risk reduction, and that's the way it's similar to the AIDS pandemic.

Part 4: The Realization "So, how about that drink?", said Michael. He put his hand on my shoulder and just like the other night, I recoiled a bit. The look in his eyes stayed the same, but there was a glint of something... I don't know to be honest. "Sure, but I really need to piss first", I said quietly. At that moment two guys exited and I went to a urinal. Michael took the spot next to mine, and without any attempt at subtlety looked over the divider at my cock. Without a word he made a show of stuffing his dick back into the jock and went to the door. I did my best to conceal my erection but figured there was no point on a night like this one. As I got to the door, he took my hand without a word and led me to the bar. It was set farther back so we were able to hear each other. "Two vodka soda's Tim", he said to the bartender. They must have known each other very well, because Tim poured him two drinks that were mostly vodka (the most expensive kind they had) and Michael gave him only $30, $20 of which went into Tim's pocket. We drank our them then Michael ordered us another round. "i really shouldn't. I've already had a couple and I... prepared pretty well before we came out", I said; trying to be vague about the molly. "You aren't in bumfuck nowhere now. I'll make sure you get home. And I have more molly if you want it. I saw you and your friend split one when I arrived." He flashed his smile that made my knees week. But there was something about his eyes. His smile didn't quite reach his eyes. Now I grew up on a farm. My dad taught me to hunt at a young age, as all redneck fathers do in my part of the country. I had been in a few fights in college. There honestly wasn't much that scared me. But there was something about Michael that made the hair on my neck stand on edge; yet also attracted me to him. "Come on, lets dance", he said after ordering us a third round of drinks. I realized he wasn't pulling me to the dance floor but to the stage where the hired muscle daddy's were dancing. I didn't belong up there, not by a long shot, but he insisted. After a couple minutes of him grinding his semi-hard dick into my ass, I had completely lost myself. One of the dancers got close to us, and Michael made out with him before shoving my face into his, forcing our tongues deep into each other. He then spun me around, and I was making out with Michael as he slipped his hand down my shorts. I felt something pass from his mouth to mine. "Don't worry. I just want you to have fun. I've already told your friend when to come get you off this stage and I'll order you both an Uber." I don't know how long I was up there, lost in this erotic yet malevolent man. At one point while he was turned around, I was able to make out a tattoo above his ass: a biohazard symbol. I knew what this probably meant, but when I finally took stock of the tattoos on his front, I saw a scorpion tattoo on his left hip and had no doubt what that meant. But I was too buzzed to care at the moment. An hour before closing time, one of my friends came and told me it was time to go. Michael helped us get our clothes, and shut the door to the car. Before we left I looked out and saw that incredibly warm smile looking at me, but felt a chill when I looked into his eyes. I spent most of the following morning in bed. Never mind that I didn't get to sleep until almost 3AM, the cumulative hangover did not help. I finally got up and went for a quick but cold run, and grabbed brunch with some friends; all of whom wanted me to spill the tea on the mystery man that got me up on the platform with all of the dancers the night before. I honestly didn't know much about him myself, so it was easy to keep the details vague. The rest of the weekend was uneventful. When I got into work Monday, I had a lunch meeting invite. Strange, since we very rarely had lunch meetings unless an important client was onsite, but I didn't think too much of it. I looked over what my supervisor had asked me to prepare, and spent the morning pulling data and reports together. As I stood outside the conference room waiting for the other folks to vacate, I had a chance to ask my supervisor who had called the meeting and what the urgency was. She explained that it was the VP of Development who asked for the meeting. She and other senior members of the team would do most of the talking, but the Chief Science Officer had asked for the analyst that did the grunt work to sit in, just in case there were any detailed follow ups about the data. "Who is the CSO? I haven't met them yet." Not surprising, since I had barely been there a month. "Oh that's Pierce", she said. At that moment the previous meeting was filing out, and we went in. "His first name is Mike, but for some reason everyone calls him Pierce. It's been that way since before I started 5 years ago and he had my job... oh here he comes". She was looking out the glass wall that made up the conference room and my blood turned to ice. Walking into the room was Michael. He was Pierce. My boss's boss's boss. .........................................

I think that's the most important aspect when it comes to such incidents: Idiot-shaming might be warranted but we shouldn't start slut-shaming. It's not the sex that was the problem, it's not limiting contacts. They could have been playing monopoly and it would have been just as bad. Church choir practice is probably more risky than quickly bending over and taking a load. You shouldn't have sex not because sex is bad, but because minimizing contacts is good. You also shouldn't visit your sister for dinner. Over the last weeks I have seen proud barebackers turn into the morality police when it comes to CoVid-19, getting preachy and insulting others. I just don't believe that this will achieve anything. Men are idiots, twice so when it comes to sex. IMHO the best way is to compassionately explain, that this is not like AIDS during the 90s, in that A.) you can also pass it on to your Grandmother, B.) your friend's cancer might go from operable to inoperable because of limited hospital capacity, and most importantly C.) this will all be over much quicker, if everyone is doing his part in social distancing.

*This is my first attempt at writing on this site, and work in progress. After years of wanking I figured I may as well be creative too. Any similarities to actual people or events is entirely fictional.* My name is Josh, and this is the story of how I became Pup Maximus: a journey I’d always been on the road towards it seems since I was first introduced to kink many years ago, and which culminated in an unforgettable night that changed my life. Growing up I’d always been fortunate to be in an understanding family. We ate reasonably healthy at most meals, playing outdoors with other children was encouraged, and a moderately physical regimen of soccer and cross country in high school and college meant as an adult I’d adopted a lean, muscular physique. At 24, I’d graduated late from the university with an engineering degree and started a new job, spending much of my free time at the gym keeping up old habits and slowly branching out socially at work and in the local gay scene. I was wrapping up my gym routine on a Tuesday afternoon after work, finishing a 4-mile run on the treadmill when my phone beeped through my headphones to indicate I’d received a new text message. As I stopped the machine and finished wiping it down, I opened my phone to read the message as I walked to the locker room to shower. My buddy Bryan, a fellow kinkster and pup had messaged me, there was going to be a pup party with several handlers and masters this Saturday – was I going? I felt a reflexive thickening in my workout shorts as I finished reading the message as my cock responded to the animal instincts my pup side loved to revel in. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I opened my locker and disrobed, grabbing my towel and headed for the shower, pausing as we all do to admire the work years of effort had wrought in the mirror. At 6 foot even, I was 185 lbs of lean muscle, my white skin saw the sun when I ran outside but little otherwise. Appreciably sized arms and shoulders gave way to a mostly firm chest covered in a soft layer of brown fur, which trailed down my abs towards my cock, which sat in stark contrast to my thick bush. My hazel eyes glanced at my scruffy face. In a weeks time it might be a more presentable beard, but for now it was that slightly scraggly in-between, I made a mental note to clean it up a bit before this weekend. Admiring my firm ass for a moment I reached down and gave my cock a playful tug, savoring the momentary absence of other men in the locker room to pleasure myself. As I pulled the foreskin back across the head of my cock I felt it began to thicken and swell in response, my limp 5 inch cock slowly beginning its journey to it’s full 7 and a half inch erect size. I stepped away from the mirror into the shower and stroked under the water for a few minutes, enjoying the sensations in the post endorphin high from working out, thinking on Bryan’s text message. All of Bryan’s pup events he attended were always fun, and I’d become more comfortable with each passing one with being a pup, losing myself in the escape of it all, that unbound freedom to just be who I really was without needing to meet any of societies choking expectations, just cavorting away with my fellow animal minded men, thrusting into and being thrust into with them. I finished my shower, toweling off carefully to avoid spurring a repeated erect amid the locker room’s attendees, and as I got dressed I messaged Bryan back - I was up for going. We exchanged a few other texts: time, place, gear, expectations. I spent much of the rest of the week preparing for the event, trimming down the forest of my pubes to something more presentable, and trimmed the slowly forming beard so that it was cleanly defined. Bryan’s instructions had mentioned that there were to be strict rules regarding play at the party, pups were expected to serve the master that chose them for play and were asked not to cum for as long as possible before arriving. By Saturday evening I had a steady stream of precum leaking from my cock as I laid out my clothing for the night: a black and red pup hood, matching colored harness, jockstrap, socks, and sneakers. Red was always a power color for me, one that matched my sexual energy and aggression, on both sides of the equation. Donning my gear I stared in the mirror at the otter pup before me and felt my cock start to rise in my jock, my precum staining the fabric. Doffing my hood, I placed it into a backpack and donned jeans and a light jacket over my gear, then packed a few bottles of water, lube, condoms, and fresh poppers in my bag. Taking a deep breath to calm excited nerves, I locked my apartment and went to meet up with Bryan and attend the nights festivities. A brief subway hop took me to Bryan’s apartment, where his smiling face greeted me at the door as we shared a brief kiss as hello. Bryan is kind of my opposite, 6’3”, bearded but otherwise hairless, honey-brown skin, and a whopping 225lbs last he’d checked of burgeoning muscle. Just watching him pick up a glass of water and hand it to me memorized my eyes by the play of muscle under the skin. “Oye, pay attention damnit.” He said, laughing as he waved the glass of water in front of my face. I laughed nervously, taking the glass from him and taking a drink to pause and collect my thoughts before apologizing. “Sorry man, but you know what it’s like when you’ve not gotten one off in a few days. Everything becomes distracting.” That elicited a laugh from him before he exited to the bedroom to get dressed for the evening. I followed, laying on the bed as he stripped and exposed his muscular ass to me and his limp, seven inch cut cock. My own member stirred in my jock as I remembered the first time I’d felt his full 9 inches burrow deep inside me, the first time I’d ever been barebacked as a pup. We’d become best friends it seemed like ever since. Finishing his own prep, Bryan was the green to my red, a color that while I had no affinity for, was nonetheless calming in it’s shade, helping make the giant man he was something less intimidating. He growled at me playfully, cock rising steadily, and I gave him a questioning look. “It’s been a few weeks Josh, let me help you warm up for the evening.” Bryan moved purposefully towards me, flipping me over onto my stomach and tossed me my hood from my bag. Putting it on as he pulled down my jeans, I took a hit of poppers from the bottle on his nightstand and sighed as the world outside fell away and only my inner animal was allowed to remain. His wet tongue was at my hole first, slowly probing the entrance to my love canal while his strong hands kneaded my furry buns. A minute of this had his spit dripping down my taint and onto my balls, soaking the fabric with more than just my precum. He withdrew behind me and stood up and I felt the hefty slap of his swollen manhood against my hole. While not as thick as I was, nine inches is nine inches, and he waited patiently as I took a double hit of poppers before feeling him begin to work his way inside me. Steady pressure at first, as my body and mind fought with each other until with a gasp and stretch, I felt him move inside me, the head of his raw cock pushing into my ass as it had so many times before. A low, animal whimper and moan escaped my mouth as he slowly sank his shaft into my hungry hole. I grunted at the initial discomfort as he pushed past my second ring and came home, resting deep inside me, with his balls against my hole. I could feel him throbbing, fighting back the urge to cum, and I squeezed my ass around his shaft playfully, knowing even still his precum was leaking into me. “Hey that’s no fair Josh, I can’t cum either yet damnit.” Bryan gave a few gentle thrusts back and forth before withdrawing, leaving my empty, but desperately hungry inside. I flipped over, looking again at him with questioning eyes. “Well if you can’t finish what you started then when start pressing my buttons ya beautiful mutt?” While expressions are hard to tell beyond the cock of a head in a hood, I could tell he was grinning slightly, which gave way to a sheepish smile as he took off and packed his hood. “Well I wanted to see how deeply you prepared for one…and I always love spending time in you. You know that Josh, right? Tonight we wont get to play together but I wanted to have just a taste anyway.” I pulled off my own hood, packing it away as I pulled my jeans up and gave him a kiss. We’d decided long ago that a relationship wasn’t for us, but we still had moments like these that always seemed to give us both an awkward pause. “Anyway” he continued, “my understanding is that Masters are going to pick pups for the evening. Are you excited?” “I am” I replied, “though I’d be lying if I wasn’t slightly hesitant about taking orders from someone I don’t know. Are they all new, or some regulars?” “A mix I think, I know Dan and Patrick will be there” he responded. Dan and Patrick were friends we’d know for 5 months, a couple that enjoyed playing with others in and out of kink, but always topped. As we locked up his apartment and set out for our destination for the evening, I shivered slightly from the low seventies temperature outside and the excitement within me. Another subway hop and a brief walk brought us to a dimly lit, four story townhouse in what looked to be a nicer neighborhood, which caused me to relax slightly. A knock on the door of the residence left us waiting a minute before the door opened, revealing what was undoubtedly a Master. Leather clad head to toe was a man of Bryan’s stature, with a sizable bulge resting in his crotch. Likely Italian or Greek descent I thought to myself, with thick fur poking out from the top of his shirt and melting into a well groomed but equally thick beard, and deep brown eyes. We checked in politely with him, Bryan offering our names to be checked off, before we were invited to proceed inside, with instructions to head to the first room and get prepared. We did as ordered, entering the front room with curtain drawn and only a few candles for illumination. We disrobed from out street wear, tossing them into our bags, and I put a bottle of poppers on a chain around my neck as we donned our hoods. Thus in uniform, we reemerged to the main hallway to find our door greet and presumed host waiting. After a nod of approval, he motioned us to follow, leading us upstairs to a large loft area with several other individuals already present. Couches had been arrayed to face a series of five standalone circular ottomans, with several other Masters and handlers on the couches facing three other pups on all fours. “Red, you take the one on the end, green, take the other one.” Our hosts voice was deep, calm, self-assured, and above all else, commanding. The kind of voice that you found yourself agreeing with unconsciously, that never needed to yell or shout to get it’s point across. By the time I realized I’d registered what he’d said, Bryan and I were on all fours, waiting patiently. Our host walked to the middle of the room, taking a moment to ensure all eyes and ears were focused on him before he spoke again. “I am Master Marcus. Welcome to my home handlers, fellow Masters and Sirs, and of course, precious pups. Tonight is a night of exploration, where we each find one another and test the limits of what we are capable of. Pups, all we ask is you trust your superiors, and to obey without question. If you cannot do that, I invite you to gather your things and to leave now.” A pause hung in the air, a formal not of finality. After a few second, it seemed to pass and looks of approval seemed to register within the faces on the couches. Master Marcus snapped a finger and a handler came over with a small basket, which he began foraging around in. After a moment, he withdrew a strip of paper and stared at me. “It seems my boy, you and I will have the pleasure of one another’s company tonight.” Inside my jock, my cock began to leak again.

They walk among us. Sigh. Like a lot of the others here, I too have been contacted by a few horny fools. I explain that I had prostate cancer a number of years ago and some lung issues + asthma and thanks... but horny as I am .... not worth the risk. My regular FB's and I have gotten creative with some on-line banter, sexting and even some fantasy video chatting with 'masks' for role play and discretion. It isn't the same. It will likely never be the same. Our world has had a reality check. I see a lot of responsible folks here. Kudos. This guy? A special, selfish kind of stupid. Karma deals with these guys. I DID laugh at the ICU pic tho... seriously dude. MOST patients in ICU are not in a position to take selfies. Gawdddddd.

Hey guys kinda new here. I’m a married guy (woman) and father of three kids. Wife recently found out she’s expecting the fourth. Meanwhile, life in the bedroom has come to a near screeching halt and I find myself addicted to breeding ass. Of course with the new social distancing it’s been weeks but I’m craving it like never before. I’ve been trying to keep my mind off it by watching straight porn to jerk off but I always end up online chatting with bb bottoms. Thinking about checking into PrEP but not sure of the risk associated with being strictly a top guy. Idk why I’m posting...just cabin fever I guess peace boys.

Chapter 6: The Morning After As I awoke the next morning something felt different. I knew I still had the butt plug in but my penis felt different. I looked down to discover that my penis had been locked up. As I rolled over in bed there was a note on Daddy's pillow. It read *Dear Slut, as you are now well aware I have locked up your penis. You now are enslaved permanently and there's nothing you can do about it. Don't try calling anyone or escaping because I have the house monitored. I will be home around 5 and I expect you to be waiting for Daddy on your hands and knees." Daddy didn't have to worry about me going anywhere because I was right where I wanted to be. I spent the day tidying up the house. As 5 o'clock neared I got in front of the door and got on my hands and knees. When Daddy walked in HE was very pleased. He asked me what I thought about being enslaved and I told him I desired to be enslaved by HIM. Daddy took his clothes off and sat on the couch. He then had me crawl to him and start by kissing his feet. I thanked Daddy for the honor and proceeded kissing his feet. Once satisfied Daddy then had me crawl into the bedroom. Once inside HE removed the plug and nothing came out. All of HIS cum had absorbed into my body..Daddy then had me get on the bed on my back and just like the night before I kissed his beautiful body. As his cock neared my mouth my penis was straining against my new cage. I kissed every gorgeous inch of his cock before his balls came to rest in my mouth. I slobbered all over Daddy's balls. I got them nice and wet before placing them in my mouth to suck on. Once Daddy was satisfied with my worshipping of his balls he removed them from my mouth and worked his way back down my body allowing me to kiss every inch of his cock again. He then took his cock and this time rammed it down my throat. He showed me no mercy as he abused my mouth. Before long he had forced his cock down my throat. All of this was intentional because my slobber and spit would be all the lube I got today. After abusing my mouth and throat for several minutes Daddy pulled out and put my legs over his shoulders and then rammed his cock up my ass in one quick motion. It hurt like hell but luckily I was somewhat open from the plug. Daddy then leaned forward and started making love to me. After a few minutes Daddy's cock felt really good. My poor penis was leaking precum profusely. Then without warning without getting fully hard I came. All over myself and Daddy. Daddy raised up just a little and had me eat my own cum. This sent Daddy over the edge and he unloaded his cum with force. I felt it deep inside my boipussy. When Daddy finished he pulled out and put the plug back inside my boipussy. We both lay there exhausted. We must have dozed off because the next thing I knew I heard the doorbell ring. Daddy told me to answer it just the way I was. I did as I was told. I got up and answered the door only to be greeted by a woman. I didn't recognize her. She said I must be the bitch of the house and today was the beginning of my training. Daddy came to the door and hugged the lady. Come to find out it was Daddy's sister. But what new training I wondered.

I truly appreciate this post. I try to repeat day by day that it is important to be smart and avoid the sex with others. I live alone and I haven’t had sex since a month. Is it hard. Fuck yes. Can and will I fuck like a crazy after the virus has left. For sure I can and will. Can I fuck if I die or the pneumonia destroyed my lungs? Definitely not or hardly. It’s hard but simple. As the gay places are closed, many strangers and some of my regular fuckbuddies text me that they want to visit and fuck me. I repeatedly answer that I don’t go to visit anybody and nobody will step into my flat. We are responsible not only for ourselves but all the people in our countries.

When I went cycling yesterday I went to the most vacant big park I could find near me and just rode around and around in circles a bunch of times. It was a bit monotonous, but it kept me away from cars (that could land me in the ER). My biggest risk would have been a low-speed accident (e.g. a slip on loose gravel) where I skin my knee or something. As far as keeping away from people I literally counted the number of times I was within ±12 feet of another person. It averaged 23 times per 5 mile loop, and in the vast majority of those cases I was passing 8-10 feet from them and literally only for a second. To me that's sensible risk reduction. A lot of places have banned cycling completely. And I sorta get it since people underestimate their risk and overestimate how far they are from other people. So it's not what you do, it's how you do it. If the guy had set up a gloryhole in his apartment with antiseptic wipes on both sides I wouldn't have called him out. Maybe he was reducing the number of partners, but that just isn't enough given what's happening right now. As @BiggerJigger mentioned healthcare workers (and I'd add other first responders) are dying right now. Cancer patients can't get chemo, people who have a heart attack are literally being left for dead here if the paramedics can't revive them. In this situation you need to not do things that are clearly dangerous (such as indoor activities with physical contact).

If it would only take out the idiots, that might be a good thing. I understand the temptation to hookup. We are under stay-at-home in the whole state, but we have only a handful of cases in my rural area. Consequently, all the apps are full of guys ready to hookup - really ready - not waiting to see if a guy 2% hotter shows up in an hour. It's hard to resist when you haven't had sex in a month or more. But we have to.

This is horrifying. I have a certain amount of concern for myself from COVID-19. I do not care to die. I have much more concern for other people, especially people who fall into different risk groups. Many of my regular partners are undetectable guys, people whose medical status leaves them relatively vulnerable. (Many of these are also relatively older, too; some have had other medical conditions, too.) The idea of doing something that might not only hurt me, but might do much worse to people I care particularly about, horrifies me. I have no desire to have high-risk encounters that could hurt other people, never mind kill them. It probably need not be stated, of course, that it would not only be people you would fuck with that would be at risk.

This is discusting. This guy is 'that' gay idiot who snob me at bars, tubs and village... (we all know a guy) To the many who don't apply the quarantine, there comes a time were this attitude is no longer acceptable for our sociaty. STAY HOME! NO MEETING! For the rest of us who work hard to protect us all : stay put. Love you all and I hope for a special holyday to celebrate after all this. Men I miss cumunion!

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. This is a fictional story. It never happened and any similarity to any real life happenings is coincidence. The Laundry Room I'm a dick. I know it. I'm selfish, cocky, good looking and always horny. My name is Craig and I'm definitely an alpha. I spend a lot of time in the gym and always have. I'm not a huge muscle guy, but what I have is a ripped body with a six pack, thick muscled legs, biceps to die for and the best part, almost eight inches of ass wrecking uncut dick. I'm a mixed race mutt just like both of my parents with just about every ethnicity in my DNA. I stand six foot tall and while I shave my head because I like the look, I've been letting my beard grow out during this confinement. I've got some hair on my chest which I used to shave, but I let it grow back when I got close to my recent 30th birthday. I'm not into relationships, I just need a guy to fuck on my terms and have never fucked the same guy more than three times. Usually, thats not a problem but with this stupid virus, everyone is staying home and not filling the bars, clubs and bath houses where I usually find my prey. The shit show got worse when I realized I had let my meds get too low and when I called to get them refilled, the docs weren't very helpful. No meds without lab tests and no lab tests without a visit to the doc. And "we can't see patients right now" was their reply. So there I was at the beginning of the outbreak and the bottle was empty. Each day without the pills, I got hornier and wondered how long it was going to take before I was a toxic fuck again. I worked from home, like the rest of my group when the "stay at home" order came. The occasional video conference kept me focused on work, but after dinner my mind turned to getting off. The first few weeks were filled with downloaded porn scenes and my right hand. Week three had me ordering a new keyboard since a few keys didn't work right anymore and were sticking badly from too many cum splats seeping in. I popped up a few apps on my phone to see who was around and was surprised how many guys were hunting for dick while "staying at home." I even updated my profiles, changing "undetectable" to "ask me." "Damn, a few are really close. They must be in my building" I thought. I flipped through, just looking the first night. I usually didn't want to hookup with guys in the building since I didn't want them stalking me if things went bad or they wanted more than I was willing to do. Now, though, the bar was lowered and as a couple more days passed I just needed a tight ass to fuck. Even the weather dude on the TV was looking pretty good. I grabbed my laundry bag and headed down to the laundry room. I tossed a couple loads in the washer and headed back up to my condo. I read some news and even tried watching some weird series on Netflix and then my alarm went off. Down to the laundry room I went and moved my clothes into the dryer. After I started it, I turned to go back up and I saw a guy sitting in one of the chairs. I was about to head down the next aisle (social distancing, you know) to get to the door when I saw him lick his lips and flick his finger over his nips that were clearly showing through his tight t-shirt. His phone was in his other hand and I saw him poking the screen with it. I looked again and realized he looked similar to one of the guys on one of the apps or sites I had been hitting. My phone was in the front pocket of my jeans and I felt it buzz. He smiled as I reached in and pulled it out. "Hot" was the message I saw on the screen. I opened the app up and saw the profile and yeah, it was the same guy. I quickly read "26, 5'8", 137lbs, pure Italian otter, vers btm" from the first line of his profile. His face had the same scruff and gleeming white teeth as one of the app pics. I walked over and stopped about six feet away and rubbed my crotch through my sweat pants. He gave a wicked grin and set his phone down before waiting another second. He lunged forward and landed on his knees in front of me, pushing my hand out of the way and he felt my hardening cock with his thin fingers. The more he squeezed, the harder my dick got until it popped out of the top of my jockstrap and sweats. His hand stopped and then in one quick move he tugged both down, letting my cock lay on his outstretched tongue. The guy looked up at me, his eyes pleading with me to let him suck my cock. I'm not sure why he was asking permission now since I hadn't stopped him, or even said anything to him, up to now. I reached my hand down and cupped it behind his head and pulled him a little closer. He took the hint and engulfed my cock with his lips and started to blow me. I kept my hand on the back of his head, following it as he slowly bobbed on the thick shaft, taking it further each time. His tongue and lips were working my cock over and while I usually try to stifle any moans when I'm getting sucked, he was getting me close to letting one out since he was so good. He spent a few more minutes nursing on my cock and I kept my eye on the door in case someone else came in. He was hidden by the row of washing machines, but I still didn't want to get caught. My cock kept nudging the back of his throat and he didn't seem to want to go any deeper, but I know how good a guy's throat can feel around my cock. I waited a few more times and then as he went down I pulled his head down on my cock. He let out a yell which was quickly muffled as my cock forced it's way into his throat. I got it part way in and held him there a few seconds before pulling on his hair and off my dick. He gasped for air and then I pushed him back down. I got him a little deeper this time and moved my other hand down, grabbing his curly dark hair with each fist. This time, I held his head still and rocked my hips, fucking his mouth slowly. He struggled at first but after a dozen thrusts it got easier to plow my cock into his throat. A dozen more strokes and I had my balls hitting his chin and his nose against my pubes. My cock was coated with his spit and throat slime and I could feel it drip off my balls on to the floor. I pulled his head back, almost off my cock and I heard him mumble something right before I shoved my cock back into his throat. Counting up to ten, I pulled him all the way off and looked down at him, his face was flushed and saliva was dripping off his chin. "Fuck me" he said quietly. "What?" I asked firmly. "Please fuck me" he repeated, louder this time. I grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet. Standing face to face, I looked down into his eyes and said "I only fuck bare and I don't pull out." He looked back at me and nodded and I kept my stare. I wanted to hear him say it. After a few more awkward moments he finally said "I don't care. It's been a month and I need to get fucked bad." My cock twitched and was drooling precum. I pushed him against the closest washer and bent him over. I pulled his basketball shorts down and watched them hit the floor. Gently, I kicked his legs wider before spitting in my hand. I rubbed the spit over his hairy hole and pushed it inside with my finger. Spitting in my hand again, I added some more and forced it in with a pair of fingers. That was all he was gonna get for lube. I dragged my spit covered cock along the crack that was slightly spread open from my fingers. Pressing the tip to his ring, I grabbed his hips and added some pressure. My cock was leaking and soon it started to slide inside. He groaned as his outer ring stretched and my cock pushed deeper. Once the first quarter of my dick was inside I paused, giving him a few seconds to get used to the girth. Rocking my hips, I plowed in and out, feeling his chute massage my freshly recharged cock. It had been almost four years since my cock had shot a viral load and I had no idea how potent it was right now. I knew he really needed more lube but I was just as eager to fuck him as he was to be fucked. The way my cock was leaking precum I knew it would only be a few more minutes before he his hole would be nice and sloppy. Plowing in and out, his hole felt just as good as his mouth had earlier. I moved my hands from his hips to his neck which gave better leverage as I pounded him harder. We'd been fucking for about five minutes and I slammed in, battering his inner ring and ground my hips on his ass. My cock fired off a few shots of my special seed, releasing some of the pressure in my balls. I slowly pulled back and then returned pumping my cock in and out. Fucking hard and fast before slowing down and digging my cock in different angles delayed my inevitable full orgasm. He started grunting with each of my thrusts and I could feel his vocalization in my hands that were now wrapped around his neck. I started to pump my cock in faster and suddenly felt his hole spasm around my cock and he yelled out. His orgasm milked my cock and I slammed in a few more times before my cock was flooding his guts with my viral jizz. The jets of hot cum kept coming and I felt it surround my dick. It had been a while since I had shot such a huge load. We stood there for a minute, both of us breathing heavily and covered in sweat. I let go of his neck and saw the imprint of my fingers remain on his now bruised skin. Slowly, I pulled my cock out and watched some of my cum dribble out of his throbbing hole. I gave his ass a firm slap before I pulled my sweats and jock up. My dryer buzzed and I collected my stuff out of it. I walked to the door and when I got there I looked back. He was still bent over the washer with a dazed look in his eyes. "Thanks" I said and headed back to my condo. Once upstairs, I dumped my clean clothes on the bed and folded it. Sitting down at my desk again, I set my phone to the side and checked on messages from work on the laptop. The smell of cum wafted up from my sweats and jock and it was intoxicating. My balls felt really good for the first time in weeks knowing the venom they created went into a hungry ass instead of a cum rag. The phone kept catching my eye and I opened it back up. His profile was still there, staring back at me. I read the whole thing and chuckled when I saw "neg4neg" near the end of the description.

PART 1 I hesitate for a moment. I wish someone would call me but my phone for once stays silent. Here goes. I push the door inward and step inside. Mood lighting is perfect. Three short steps inside the hotel room and I see Jace lounging on the bed. He’s insanely gorgeous. Built, just the right amount of body hair, long legs, big feet. His large hands tug at his hard cock as he smiles at me. “There you are,” he says softly. “Hey,” I stammer, suddenly drained of the confidence that was there earlier. He sits up, “that doesn’t sound like the you on the phone, come here.” “Do you want me to take off my clothes?” Jack smiles and reaches out with his arms, “just come.” I’m pulled to him. Once I’m within reach, he gently takes my hands and draws me in the rest of the way. He kisses me, softly but fully. I moan into it as his tongue swirls around my mouth, painting it with… “is that cum?” I ask. He laughs against my mouth. “Sharp taste buds,” he remarks. He pulls away and smiles at me, his hands rubbing over my body. “Yeah I stopped off at a bookstore. Swallowed some cock, and felched out a few asses.” I groan hearing that, my dick already straining in my pants. He just smiles and pulls me in more. I suck his tongue with more gusto now, trying to get all the flavor. This is my fantasy after all, to be completely covered in cum. Devoured by it. The make-out session is so heady I don’t even fully notice when he’s somehow removed all of my clothes and pulled me into his lap. It feels like he’s entirely surrounding me, melding me into his body. He pushes me slightly off and I whimper. “Hang on now, we have a long night ahead of us,” he says, flashing another mesmerizing smile. He reaches over the nightstand and grabs a little brown bottle. “Just a little hit to get us started,” he says as he breaks the seal and unscrews it. I quiver with anticipation. “You first,” he says, opening the cap and bringing it up to my nose. “I’ll count for you,” he say, “big hit, ok? Counting down from 10, 9, 8…” He finishes the count down and then instructs me to hold it. I can’t release until he’s finished his own hit. Then we’re going to shotgun (well, as much as you can with poppers anyway). He winks at me and takes a 20 second hit. The bastard; my lungs are screaming and just when I think I’m going to burst, he lunges forward, clamps his mouth onto mine and releases the popper fumes into my mouth. I suck hungrily and we make out like that. I’m too light headed to continue so I finally pull away, gasping for air, the room spinning. “Good boy,” he says, “and looks like the others are here!” I turn around and see the other guys have indeed arrived. In my popper haze I can’t focus straight on any of them in particular. They look like a throbbing mass of hot man flesh that I just want to drown in. But in theory I know who they are anyway. “Oh fuck…” are the only words I’m able to get out. The guys laugh. Renan and Aman grab a hold of each leg and pull me off of Jace’s lap, so that I’m lying flat on the bed, belly up. Jace leans over my face and smiles before leaning down and kissing me more. I taste the poppers and cum on his breath and lose myself in the sensation and the hands I feel everywhere on my body all at once. I groan real loud the first time someone brushes my nips. The reaction elicits a laugh from the group and soon I feel a tongue lapping around on the bud. That will just about make me pass out in pleasure. I arch up my back hard. Jace uses his whole mouth to push me down and I feel a pressure on my arms and body as well. I gasp as another mouth closes on the other nipple. Two pairs of tongues are flicking me toward hell and I’m crying from how good it feels. Before long I feel another tongue swiping its way up and down my hard and leaking cock. It flicks particularly hard at that sensitive part just under the slit. I cry out; I need a break. Jace stops kissing and laughs at me, “already? We got a long way to go… but I suppose it’s hot to take a look?” he says as he props my head up on his lap so I can see the action going on. Aman and Jin are the ones flicking at my nips. Noticing that I am watching them, they slow their movements to long lathering strokes of their tongue. Still insanely hot but no longer do I feel like I’m going to pass out from the pleasure. They make sure I see all of it. The sharp, pointedness of their tongues and how they just perfectly brush across the head of my nipples, making them ache as much as my own cock. Speaking of which, Renan is now sucking on my balls as Jordan squats over my cock. I think he’s going to ride me but he grins at me instead. “Not quite yet, just wanna give you a gift,” he says as he pushes. There’s a wet squelching sound as he cums on my dick. Or rather, dripples cum out of his ass onto my dick. The warm liquid lands directly on my piss slit and I groan hard. “Yeah, let that dirty cum drip down your dick hole,” Jordan croons as he stands up over me and shakes his hard dick down at the rest of us. I think I feel some pre-cum hit my face. Or is that Jace’s sweat? Too hard to tell at this point. “I got about 20 loads in me, so that’s just a little bit,” he promises. Renan is now tonguing up and down my shaft. Spreading the cum. He’s careful not to swallow any, rather just lets it mingle with his spit and coat the entirety of my cock so that it’s shining with wetness. “Tastes amazing,” he murmurs. “I want to taste,” Jace commands. Renan moves up to oblige, Jordan takes his place, adding his spit to Renan’s and the cum from his own ass. I love this. Their mouths on me, the liberal amounts of spit coating every part of me. Their tongues pulsating against everything. I feel it like I feel the beat of my heart. Renan and Jace kiss messily directly over my mouth so I open wide. Letting them dribble spit and just a little bit of cum down my throat. “Hmm,” Jace moans. He pulls away and asks Jordan, “where did those loads come from?” Jordan replies, “bathhouse, Cumunion night. Mostly spent it ass up in the dark room. A few guys felt pretty poz. Thin and wasted, big bellies. All that. I hope so anyway.” Jace nods approvingly, “so guys I think it’s time we all took a hit. Anyone want to feed this pig?” Somehow everyone grabs a bottle of poppers from somewhere. I can see they’re basically all new. I’m going to get destroyed tonight. Jin volunteers with an evil grin. Almost simultaneously I hear the sounds of bottles opening. The guys all bring the poppers up to their own noses but he leans in to press the bottle to mine. “A deep hit come on, take it,” he orders. I breathe in until I absolutely can’t hold anything more in my lungs. He nods when it’s OK to exhale and when I do, I hear a bunch of breaths going out around me as well. “Another one,” he commands, taking the cap off again and holding it to the other nostril. What’s left of my vision is partly obscured by his hand but I see the other guys do the same. He feeds me two more hits, and the guys follow suit. By the time of the final exhale I’m seeing triple. I feel like my eyes are permanently crossed. Swimming in the popper high the guys get to work. I feel tongues on me everywhere again. Someone is throating my cock while another guy swirls his tongue across my balls and takes turns sucking them in. Jace has leaned over to suck on my nips letting me get a clear view of his. I instinctively stick out my tongue and flick his nipple. I let my tongue draw me in until my entire mouth is swirling around his hard nips, making him groan. Out the corner of my eye I see Jin nodding encouragingly. “I’ll catch up,” he says, somehow materializing two other popper bottles. He opens one and sticks it in his mouth, then the other two in each nostril and does two big inhales across the board. By the time he’s done and the bottles are capped again I can see he’s wild with horniness. Brushing his hands over his whole body. He leans over me and begins fighting with the guy currently on my dick. One moment they’re pushing each other trying to suck me the next moment they’re both licking up and down either side with the desperation of a child trying to not let a popsicle melt onto the floor. Both my nips are covered again with saliva and I once again am crying with the sheer pleasure of it all. They’re holding me down but I’m bucking up as hard as I can. Jace sinks into me from above, keeping me in place. I can barely breath. My mouth is on his nipple and all I know is to keep sucking as hard as I can while my nose is pressed flat against my face by the weight of his ribs. His sweat is dripping in my mouth and I swear the poppers have me so hot I can feel sweat flowing out from my pores. I don’t know how long we stay in that position but at some point I honestly can’t breathe anymore. I feel like I’m going to pass out from the lack of oxygen when Jace suddenly gets off me. I think he’s going to pull me in for a kiss but instead he moves in the other direction toward my dick. Now he’s completely hovering over me, there are three mouths moving across my cock and one on each nip. It’s pleasure overload so of course I open wide and take Jace’s cock in one gulp to the hilt. I love 69s and this is beyond perfect. The poppers have me so fucked up I honestly think god just let this cock suffocate me now. It could. Jace’s cock is the perfect thickness for my throat, and somehow, we were at the right angle where it just slides right in. My nose is against his balls and I’m breathing fine even though I can feel how extended my throat is. If you could see me I imagine you’d see the outline of his cock under my Adam’s apple. He grinds his pelvis into me, there’s no more to take in but still, head swimming, I’m begging for more. I’m not sure how long that goes on for but in my popper-addled mind it seems like almost forever. At some point Jace finally decides to lift himself off me. “I think you’re ready for a real treat”, he says, standing up full to stretch for a moment after our 69, then bending his knees again and squatting over my face. “Did more than just oral at that bookstore,” he says. As he lowers I can see how wet his hole is, how red, puffy, and swollen. “How many loads?” I hear Aman ask. “8 live ones, found about 4 more condoms that I stuck in there. Also one of the guys I felched wanted to fuck me, so I used cum from his ass as lube on his dick. Who knows how much he had taken. Yeah, there’s a lot of DNA up in there,” Jace responds. “How many confirmed poz?” Jin asks. Jace replies, “who knows but if the guys on Grindr don’t lie, then at least 2, a third guy was being very evasive so I’m guessing that means he was. And if so, he’s recently poz, probably pretty toxic.” My dick bounces suddenly hearing that, thwacking one of the guys lightly in the face. They chuckle. There’s some shifting on the bed and suddenly Rafa’s handsome face appears, taking up the half of my vision that Jace’s ass isn’t filling. “Sharing is caring,” he explains as he suctions his mouth over Jace’s ass. Jace let’s out a moan and there’s a very wet squelching sound. I see Rafa’s throat bobbing and I’m annoyed that he’s swallowed it all for himself, but I needn’t have worried. He pulls away from Jace’s swollen ass lips and instead grins down at me, full cheeks making him suddenly look very cute. I eagerly open my mouth and stick my tongue out as he slowly dribbles the cum into my mouth. It’s bitter, more so than I would usually have liked, but cum is cum. “Don’t swallow,” he warns quickly once he finishes feeding me the last of it. I nod, trying not to, though in my supine position the cum quickly pools at the base of my throat. “Jace, switch with Aman,” he says, gently pushing at Jace’s bubble butt. Jace obliges and Aman ceases his attack on my nipple, but Jace barely gives it a moment before he’s on the sensitive buds again. I groan and inadvertently swallow a bit. Now Aman is hovering over me, looking behind him to see what Rafa wants. “Perfect,” Rafa purrs stroking his hole. I swear I see it wink at me. Rafa gets on his knees, and lowers his cock to my face. “Cover my cock with Jace’s ass cum and your spit. Get it lubed up for me to shove into Aman.” I oblige and eagerly gather up the frothy mess in my mouth. I pucker my lips and push it onto Rafa’s hard cock as he pushes into my throat. A few strokes later and he removes a cock covered in white bubbles. “You don’t need any lube anyway,” Aman says as Rafa shoves up inside. I can see that since Aman’s ass swallows all of Rafa without any moment of hesitation. “Fuck yeah, cumdump,” I hear Rafa snarl. Aman murmurs an affirmative. I definitely can feel it. Aman is so loaded up that every stroke causes cum to leak out. Some drips directly in my mouth and I swallow greedily. More of it though just drips down Rafa’s cock and balls where it pools into small droplets I’m praying to fall so I can catch them on my tongue. Though the two fuckers above me are blocking the light, there’s so much cum I still see it glisten on the underside of Rafa’s cock. In a moment Jin pokes his head through Rafa’s legs, and opens his mouth to catch some of the loads, blocking me from getting any. I huff my frustration and he turns around to laugh at me. Some cum starts to fall from his open mouth and I eagerly open mine to catch but at the last second he slurps it back up and I see him swallow. He grins and I see him start to unscrew a poppers bottle. “Fuck Aman, that’s super sweet,” he says. Rafa is now pounding him so hard he can only groan. Jin gets the poppers bottle open and tilts my head up to feed me another hit. My head starts swimming again and I can’t concentrate enough to catch the cum that continuously rains down on me from Aman’s hole due to Rafa’s jackhammering. Jin takes a few hits himself then, as if understanding my predicament, leans over me, licks up the cum and then feeds it to me off his tongue like I’m a helpless baby bird. Rafa pulls out of Aman completely and Jin immediately grabs his cock and bends it backward toward him so he can suck off the cummy ass juices still there, causing Rafa to yelp, not that it stops Jin in the least. “Fuck…” I say, feeling the sensory overload. The entire time Jace and Renan have been sucking my tits and Jordan has been working my cock. I close my eyes and let the insane levels of horniness wash over me. Jace and Renan rub up and down my body as they continue their tireless exploration of my nipples. I open my eyes to see Rafa and Aman facing each other, feeding each other hits. Jin takes a break from sucking to egg them on. “More, yeah another one, come on make him take it.” I lose count because I can’t focus on anything, but it must’ve been at least 5 hits. Rafa moans when it’s all done and backs up more onto Jin’s mouth. But Jin has other ideas and quickly stands up, shoving up into Rafa’s ass without any warning. Aman holds Rafa down to keep him from moving. He stares Rafa in the eyes and mouths for him to take it. “At least…” Rafa groans as Jin doesn’t waste anytime pounding, “…at least we all came pre-loaded.” Aman chuckles as he stands up and feeds his dick to Rafa so that he gets it from both ends. This is all happening above me and I’m so spent by now my mouth is open and my tongue is just flopped out, catching whatever flies at me, whether it’s sweat or spit or cum. Aman grabs the pack of Rafa’s head and intensifies his pounding to match Jin’s. Somehow in between he still finds the breath to talk. “Rafa and I went to the same party to pre-game,” he says laboriously, “but we lost track of each other in the big house so I don’t know what he’s got up there. It was a hot raw party, and the organizers are the same ones that do those conversion parties, so I bet a lot of the guys were toxic or like Rafa, just don’t know or care about their own status.” He pulls out of Rafa’s mouth, giving him a chance to answer. Rafa takes a few gulps of precious air before looking up at Aman grinning with bloodshot eyes. “Hey! I’m probably toxic, too!” Aman nods, “Yeah, you’re such good friends with the organizers, you’re always at those parties, you probably got AIDS by now.” Rafa moans, “please AIDS, please at least that, fuck yeah… Tonight I just put on a blindfold and had myself locked in the sling, how about you, Aman?” Aman chuckles and shoves his dick into Rafa’s mouth again before answering. “I stayed upstairs in the bedrooms for some sweet tender love-making. Maybe that’s why the cum in my hole is so sweet.” “Nah, that’s because it’s toxic,” Jace chimes in the conversation. “Tender love-making doesn’t get you that many loads,” Jin taunts. “It does when you have a hole no one can resist,” Aman says proudly, “I tried my hardest to get fucked by every guy I saw. I don’t know how many came, but at least 40 dicks or so have been up in there. Hundreds of guys at that party.” I think Rafa tried to say something but so wrapped was his mouth around Aman’s dick that only a grunt came out. “Oh, so that’s why y’all didn’t want to come to CumUnion with me,” Jordan says from near my crotch. Aman just grunts as he continues driving his cock into Rafa’s mouth, “I’m tired of it… too many guys just standing around with their big egos. Not enough guys that are confirmed poz. I like our regular crew.” “Eh, I just like dark rooms too much,” Jordan responds. At this point, Rafa’s mouth is really starting to slime up. The stuff dribbling into my mouth from the action above is now a very thick, ropey consistency. Jace notices and leans forward to feed me a hit. “Will make it easier, just in case,” he explains. Then of course he takes a hit himself and kisses me naughtily. I wonder how he can stand it. My head is starting to pound from all the hits and I really want to be wrecked. Their teasing is driving me insane. “Fuck me already,” I say, “I need something toxic in me.”

Browsing through some of the gay hook-up sites earlier I got a message from a hot guy. We talked a while and both of us seemed eager to meet... I was already starting to gather the standard trick supplies and sliding on a cock ring. Unfortunately, we had neglected to discuss where we would play and it turned out he couldn't play at his place. Just as my hopes were crashing around my feet, he messaged me asking how I felt about fucking in a public place. I asked him where he had in mind without letting on what he thought turned me on. He said that there was a restroom in a grocery store that never got used at night because the few employees who worked that all used the one near the break room. I knew the store he was talking about and realized that the restroom was located in the fast food dining room, which was closed at that hour but accessible. Better yet, it was the kind where the door locked even though it had a stall and a urinal inside. I agreed and he told me to go in first and that he would make sure it was clear and follow me in, but added that we would need to be quick about it. I let him know that was no problem with me and told him I would be there at 2am. I arrived as scheduled wearing sweatpants and a jock strap, figuring that would be easy access, and spotted him as I walked in. We only made eye contact, then I walked quickly to the restroom before any employees noticed me coming in. Once inside I quickly squeezed some Wet on my fingers and reached back to lube my ass. In no time I heard the door open and turned to see it was him. He just said hi and locked the door behind him while undoing his pants. "Suck my cock a little," he said, pulling out an average, but nice-sized uncut cock. I hit my knees and wrapped my mouth around it, licking underneath his foreskin and sucking him to erection. I immediately noticed that his cock drooled precum by the buckets, which really turns me on. I love the taste of a guys precum. Soon his rod was hard as stone and jutting out firmly in front of him with a nice upwards bend. "Lean over the sink for me," he ordered and once again I complied. I pushed my sweats to my ankles and leaned forward over the sink counter to offer him my bare ass. "Nice," he commented appreciatively as I felt his hand against my butt guiding his penis between my cheeks. He milked his shaft and swirled his cock head around in a circle, sliming my puckered hole with the natural lubricant. It felt so fucking good that I moaned and flexed my hole open against his dick. He pushed about half of his dick inside me, then barely pulled back an inch. Realizing I was lubed enough and ready he fed the rest of himself inside my hungry ass all at once. I braced myself against the counter as he took hold of my hip bones and started long dicking me from behind. He was fucking me good for a few minutes when I started to try to tighten my ass on him, but he told me to stop, saying that when he barebacks a bottom he likes to feel a nice loose and sloppy ass. Hearing him talk about it totally got me hot and I relaxed my hole as much as possible. I guess he did like that, because he started to fuck me harder, pulling cock completely out of my gaping asshole and slamming it back in. Suddenly, he warned me, "I'm about to nut up inside you!" He didn't wait for approval, and emptying his seed in my guts, still pounding my ass, but keeping his cock fully inside me the whole time. When he was done, he slid out of me and before I could turn around he bent down, spread my ass open and licked the cum that was leaking out all over my anus with broad swipes of his tongue. I returned the favor and got down to suck his cock clean. We got zipped up and I left first while he stayed behind to piss. I got home and sent him an email saying I enjoyed it and to let me know next time he wanted to get his rocks off.

There was a report out of China that someone had gotten COVID-19 a second time. It got a lot of press and then went unconfirmed. So it's assumed that once you clear the infection you're immune. Though there are 8 strains of it going around. There are also examples of people in China who get through the illness but continue to test RNA positive for quite a while (indicating an active infection with the assumption that they're also infectious). But eventually they do test negative AFAIK. I haven't heard of any cases where people aren't able to eventually be RNA negative. IMHO, the "immunity passport" should work. It means the person can't infect. So if they shower and change their clothes at the beginning of a shift (at a nursing home), then there should be no risk. But if localities only have 1-2% of the population that's been infected that means nursing homes only have 1-2% of the staff they used to have. That's a problem. Having that "immunity passport" will be both a blessing and a curse. You'll be able to resume your life more quickly, but more will be expected of you.

As I pull me dick out I can see my toxic cum has some blood on it so I push Joey down onto his stomach and lay on top of him and I say how are you doing. Joey says I never knew it would be like this as can you fuck me again like a lover would. After a few minutes I roll him on his back and kiss him like a lover would and my hand working his balls and his dick is in a chastity cage , so I start to work his nipples with my teeth on one and my hand squeezing the other, with the noise coming from him I doing it right from the moans. I roll Joey onto his stomach as see his destroyed hole so I take some powder and sprinkle it on the head of my dick. Before I just slammed in so this time I put the PA in gently going really slow and reacting to his body as not to cause him any pain but moans of pleasure. As I'm deep in Joey I start to pump him nice and slow as his hole is pretty well rip up so I want him to enjoy this so like me he can also become a POZ cumdump. I have given Joey 3 POZ loads as we are laying on the bed doing small talk, he ask can he be sure I'm the one to have POZ him. I look to the side and see one more syringe, we are both on our knees facing each other. I tie off both of our arms, I put the needle in my arm I see the flash of blood and fill it up then inject 25% into my arm, I look into Joey eyes and say once this goes in there is NO TURNING back, he says two words DO IT. I push it nice and slow as its not about the slam but my toxic blood. Instead of taking a cotton to where I inject the blood slam I take his arm and lick it clean. Joey has this smile on his face as he pushes me on to my back and goes to my dick and does the best he can sucking my dick as he has a lot to lean about sucking dick. Once I'm nice and hard he climbs on top of me and inserts my dick into his hole that is not as tight when we started and impales him self so I'm balls deep and rides me like a cowboy at full gallop. I can see a little pain on his face but he keep going until I explode in him an I can see cum coming from his chastity cage. A 6 months later Mr.Benson takes me to Folsom Street in San Francisco he is dressed in his finest leather and I'm naked in boots what I'm really happy is that the chastity cage is off as the last time I had cum was when I POZZED Joey, so 6 months in chastity has been ruff. Normally a Master puts a leash on their slave collar but Mr. Benson attach the leach to the PA on my dick so if I look at some HOT looking guy or someone fucking he just gives a yank and my mind its brought to reality. Mr. Benson meet a few of his friends and One says I will be right back as I have to piss, Mr. Benson says don't go as with out saying a word I get on my knees and open my mouth, he says to Mr. Benson is it OK even if it's chem piss, go ahead. As the warm chem piss goes in I know it will take a few minutes it starts to effects hit me a few other come over and join in. I see people taking pictures of this going on and my dick in rock hard from showing people what a slut I am. There is this we'll known porn star that has a 14 inch dick giving me a look and comes up to Mr.Benson, you have some slut there can I fuck him. Mr. Benson says go ahead, he says he is so small I might rip him up, so I get on my knees and suck his dick as he rubs my head with his hand then says get it good and wet as that is all you are going to get. I get up bend over putting my hands on my knees, he grabs my hips and shoves balls deep as I just grunt as little does he know that the night before I was fisted, but he does have monster dick and shoots heavy loads. He smacks me on my ass really hard that left a hand print. When to porn star leaves Mr. Benson says to the crowd now I will show you want slut I own. He start to fist me as I can see people taking pictures so I might be in some discomfort so I smile and say it feels so go as he punch fist me. Out the corner of my eye my heart jump out it's JOEY and his Master. When Mr. Benson has finished but my hole feels so empty Joey comes over and gives me a big hug and we are kissing. Joey Master is talking to Mr. Benson and wants me to recharge Joey with my Poz load. Joey is locked up in chastity as he is only out to fuck negative holes, so I squat down to rim Joey hole and not to my surprise I see a hole that was nice and round and so small to a swollen man cunt I put the head of my dick into Joey and he is showing discomfort but signs of pleasure as my dick is fucking him with my lips kissing him as we are in the throws of passion. With my dick shooting into Joey man cunt I grab his chastity and he is also has also cum. Mr. Benson attaches his leash to my PA as Joey are arm as Mr. Benson and Joey Master have other plans for us.

I turned down three guys in the last month I am staying home protecting my friends my family and myself I can’t believe some of these stupid idiots.

I have some toys of MANY sizes so I can progressively and slowly increase during an ass play session. I clean out well and plan for a good 30-60 minutes of ass play with my toys while watching porn and stroking slow. I am very fortunate to have 2 FB's who LOVE ass play. They take their time. They use a combination of toys, fingers, mouth, tongue, cock and more toys. It is a journey of exploration that typically ends with a nice gradual introduction of a fist. I agree with comments about the numbing cream. Poppers and/or a slow tantric pace are good. I've learned one cannot rush ass play. Take your time and open up a couple or three times a week and 'train'. Enjoy the ride (no pun intended). Grin

I have found a lot of younger guys are very straightforward about wanting to enjoy the older/younger dynamic. It took me a while to get my head around it. I tend to enjoy a hot suck and fuck with 40/50/60 year old guys. They tend to know what they like and are open to having open sex. Younger guys aren't always sure. I have been thrilled to meet some exceptions though. But they tend to be kinda interesting to talk to and really into some open minded sex as well. Youngest I have done in the last 5 years is 20. He was already completed college and headed to medical school. Smart bugger. Interesting and sexy as fuck. He wanted to fuck ME. It was a hot session. The next youngest was 27. Versatile and hot as fuck. We spent many hours. So IMHO - keep legal but if a younger guy tracks me down - and he isn't a goof... I'm game! Cheers

What an idiot. I survived the 80's with HIV when so many of my friends died. 13 funerals in 1 year and I'm not looking for a repeat of that time. I don't know how old this asshole is and maybe he didn't live through that time but that's no excuse for not being aware and putting not only himself at risk but others. And I want to point out his playmates are as just as irresponsible as he is

perpetuallythirsty [think before following links] https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/fucking-a-sean-cody-model-naughtyjewboy-43534471 Loved fucking the load out of this muscle stud [think before following links] https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/anon-muscle-ass-breeding-naughtyjewboy-43105151 Had a three hour layover this weekend. Hopped on Grindr and found this muscle sub cruising for cock. Within 30 minutes, I was pulling up to his condo. Had him leave his door unlocked and wait ass up for me. Perfect muscle and musk to worship, didn't take long to spray me seed in + on him

Been thinking about this topic specifically and in general. First of all, i want you lol. i love men in general, but some have things about them that just make my legs spread (actually and figurativly) and present for them to penetrate me. i wonder, in general, if some married guys hook with other guys because of the lack of sex at home, or the lack of type of sex? Guys are different, not just physically. When was the last time any of us heard another guy say: "not tonight, i have a headache?" One of the things i was thinking about M/F marriage is how often there's this power exchange going on when it comes to sex. i know it's not universal, but it seems in so many marriages, sex is a negotiation and the woman often uses it as a reward or gift. my former wife used to believe she was doing me a solid by getting me a steak and presenting herself for my birthday. Hard to imagine the reverse scenario: "honey, i got you a box of chocolates and my cock for your birthday." lol. i know all women arent like this, but it seems a pretty common cultural attitude that men want sex more than their wives and that somehow their wives are doing them a favor to have sex. Men are different, Top or bottom, Dom or sub, or something in the vast middle, it's hard to find a man who doesn't want sex. Okay, they may think they're to hot for 'you' and can do better, but they still wanna fuck. For me, one of the things i love about sex with a Man is we both want it. It's not like either of us is doing the other a favor, we both have lust for each other. It can take on a myriad of forms, One guy needs to seed, the other may need to be bred. One Guy wants to piss on or in a guy, another can't wait to get it, but the lust is pretty mutual. i've never had a guy expect a piece of jewelry or a new couch because He fucked me. We both seem pretty grateful.

You need to dump him. Life is to short to regret things you didn't do. Enjoy Cocks and cum the way you want to.

"Married but addicted..." i was married too (a woman), my story is all over on this site, but long story short, religion. i hated myself for cheating and lying, but i did it constantly, had to have that connection. i had the 'addiction' from the opposite side, as a bottom, but as guys we are both driven by testosterone towards other men. i finally worked through my belief system and divorced. Meanwhile, i gave my with STD's a couple of times and finally fessed up when i thought i had given her HIV (i hadn't). i'm so much happier and at peace now. i love men, can't help it, i'm just built that way. Men are fuckng awesome... of course, i'm gay, so i guess i'm biased. lol Good luck, i feel for you. The odds are better for a Top than a bottom, but it's still Russian roulette. i took over a thousand loads on the DL while i was married. 10 years after divorcing, i went to the clinic to get started on PrEP and was poz. I had tested negative 3 months prior. i'm grateful on so many levels, i'm fine with being poz, on meds and undetectable. Amazing it didn't happen sooner. Either way, it doesn't matter, i love Men and could not and cannot help myself.

MAC MEN 9: PARTING SHOTS AUTHOR'S NOTE: This installment was actually not written by me...but by someone who is a fan of the series. He's @vancrawman on Twitter. I think he did an awesome job...capturing the spirit of the story and the characters. I've already shot more than once to his continuation. Once I exchange sloppy cummy kisses with Damien, being sure to lick up some of the loads his beautiful sweet hole had collected and released, and after we make plans for another fuck session next week, I stagger through the side door, and I’m back in the lobby. I make a mental note to ask Ron to let me park in the private lot, and if Ron needs an incentive, I’ll be happy to deposit a warm spermload into his hole again, just like I did at the leather shop. That seemed so long ago, but it was only 3 weeks ago – how everything has changed in that short time! And then I realize - tonight, Ron’s the only hole that I fucked but didn’t load, although I’m thinking he got a lot of my pre-cum. And now I want to give him a full load. I stop for a moment to tally up in my head the loads I gave and the ones I took…Just thinking of it makes my cock start to rise once more. It’s so true that the more raw mansex you get, the more you want! I’m thinking I want to get back to Ron’s hole that I fucked but didn’t shoot in. I go to look for Ron and I see him face down on a fuck-cushion and Marcus is plowing Ron’s hole with his beautiful dark fuckstick. There’ll be a breeding there soon. Next to Marcus is Hassan – those two travel in a pair, I guess, going to town on Rafi’s hole. Rafi switches onto his back and Hassan re-enters him, a look of blissful sex satisfaction on both their faces. Rafi catches my eye and waves to me and flashes that devilish smile of his, and a look in his eyes of connection – he has my seed inside him from my first cum tonight and Hassan is pushing it in deeper, along with whoever else planted inside Rafi’s sweet fuckchute. It’s been over 5 hours now, and the wall is covered with hashmarks, one for every load of manseed tonight that went up a butthole, or down someone’s throat. I start to count them but the moaning and shouts of “Take my seed!” and “I’m breeding your hole now!” distract me. I’m surprised that the crowd hasn’t diminished very much – there’s still raw fucking all over the place. I look back to my left and see Marcus and Hassan have switched places: Marcus is powerdrilling into Rafi’s behind and Hassan has mounted Ron and is going smooth and long with his stroke game in and out of Ron’s gaping passage. As I move in closer, I can see loads dripping out of Ron’s sweet ass in a continual stream of oozy warm seed – it clings to Hassan’s fat cock as it strokes deeply in, out, and in again. Ron’s obviously busy, so I’m thinking maybe I should find Angel and see what he’s up to – but first, I need to stop over at the oversized cushion where my new four fuck buddies are fulfilling their breeding needs as men. When I do get there, Hassan and Marcus are just about to swap holes again. I wave at them and hurry over and dive into the fuckpile and get Hassan’s fat cock into my mouth with all the loads coated on it – not satisfied, I scramble over to Marcus who is poised to enter into Ron again, and he just smiles and rams his dark fuckpole down my throat. I clean off their cocks of all the loads that have inseminated Ron and Rafi and it’s fucking sweet. “Thank you,” I announce as they all laugh and resume their manfucking. I get up off the cushion to find Angel. I roam around the fuckden and I’m blown away by how many hot men are still here enjoying each other’s holes, mouths and loads. The smell of fresh load permeates the air. In a corner I see Drew Sebastian pummeling his fat meat into the young blond boy whose load I swallowed before. I look the other way and Blue Bailey is on all fours on the cummy mattress with a line of tops waiting their turn up his fucktunnel. I think I see Angel from behind in a dark corner, drilling into some beautiful Asian boyhole, and I go over to see if it’s really him, but I don’t get five feet before Frank, the hot Italian bear appears next to me, leans in close and whispers to me “I didn’t get a chance to fuck your hole before. It’s mine now,” and before I even say anything (not like I’d refuse), he takes me by the arm and leads me to a fuckbench on the other side of the room. “Guys here call me ‘Five-Shot Frankie,” cuz I don’t leave Shudder ‘til I’ve creamed 5 holes.” You’re gonna be my Number 5 tonight…I was trying to find you to get this Italian sausage into your sweet fuckhole ever since you cleaned me off after I gave Ron my first load.” He’s fingering my hole and feels the 3 loads up there already, some of it oozes out and he brings his fingers to his mouth “all that sweet cum that’s been marinating up your hole tastes so good,” as he lets me lick his fingers. “Well, I see there’s plenty more up there, so you won’t need any lube, you got my favorite kind of lube up there already! How many are in there, Randy?” “Three so far...I thought I’d be done for the night by now, but every bareback fuck I have makes me want more!” “Yep, that’s how it goes here at Shudder…just men, doing what comes naturally, and then doing it again and again. Now get ready. You saw the brutal fuck I threw into Ron before, now it’s your turn.” He pushes me down onto the padded fuckbench and spreads my legs. “Ready for my load number five? And by the way, it’s always just as big as my load number one,” and that hole is getting it. I’m going in, and I’m just gonna start plowing you so you better be ready.” And with that, he’s inside me hammering that fat meat inside my guts. “Oh, yeah, Randy, this is the hole I’ve been waiting for all night.” His pounding is intense and deep. I feel his thick fuckwand expanding inside me. “Ron told me about you and ever since then I knew I wanted you for my last load of this Shudder.” I feel that fat meat pistoning in and out of my hole. I’m just leaning forward listening to this bear of a man cover my ass and feeling his hot breath on me, while I’m hanging onto the fuckbench for dear life, eyes shut and concentrating on getting that hot load. This fucker knows what he’s doing, and even for the fifth load of the evening, when you think he’d be spent, it’s just as brutal as he said it would be, building up his next load like the Alpha stud he is, making me beg for it. Just as I think it can’t feel any more intense, someone – I have no idea who – clambers onto the floor in front of the bench and takes my free and swinging, rock hard cock in his mouth. I’m in sensation overload at this point, and I can feel Frank getting close inside my hole – his tool is throbbing and expanding, and I know it won’t be long. I find myself begging this Alpha to inseminate me. ‘Please, Frank,” I murmur, “please seed me with that big load number five from that hot fuckstick!” “Oh yeah, Randy, it’s coming to your insides real soon – just a few more strokes in that sweet blonde boipussy and I’ll be coating your insides with my big load of manseed!” Frank’s strokes slow down and he leans in even harder on my back – I feel his ropes of juicy sperm shooting through that pulsating fucktool of his and into my smooth gaping manhole. He pushes it ever deeper inside me and with a great shudder, let’s out a huge bear roar. “That’s Five Shot Frankie” a couple of voices ring out around the room – clearly Frank means what he says, and has inseminated all the guys here before. After a minute or so, Frank withdraws and thanks me for the fuck. He wipes his glistening wet fuckrod on my back and goes off to make his final hashmark of the evening on the fuckwall. He’s high-fiving guys as he walks away, his fat cock still engorged and dripping with load. The busy mouth at my cock is still sucking like crazy and I feel my next load rising in my balls. I finally open my eyes to see who’s throat is hosting my fucktool and I see it’s my bareback mentor, the one and only Angel. Angel, who has changed my life, so much for the better. Just as I’m about to blow in Angel’s mouth, he comes up between my legs, pushes me back slightly, leans into the fuckbench and opens his hole for me. And in one smooth motion, he takes me inside him, my fourth load of the night which has been brewing and boiling over in my engorged balls, instantly comes shooting into Angel’s wet manhole, and seven spurts of seed later, finally stops shooting in him. I collapse onto his back. “You’re a natural at this, Randy,” Angel sighs. I’m gonna see you at every Shudder from now on, right?” “Damn right! What a way to end the evening, Angel…to be right back at your beautiful manhole.” “End,?” Angel asks… we ain’t done yet, stud.” I look at him incredulously… “Angel, I’ve taken four loads and now given my fourth load which was my biggest load of the night. I feel totally spent” “Surely, I’m done for the night…right?? “ He just grins at me…”Ha Ha, Randy…didn’t I tell you about the afterparty? C’mon…”

Stupid is as stupid does. I made it through the whole AIDs crisis. Not necessarily by "safe sex" but by thought out sex with the least risks, and it worked. This is different since the virus is spread just by being near each other before any physical contact is made. So my big 'ol ass will be cherry again when this is over and will be available for an Alpha Top to pop!

I too am a married guy, but I've been fucking guys all my life and as I get older I love bum more and more was lucky that one of my regs was able to pop over today and I could fuck him for 3 or 4 hours while wifey was at work sticking your cock in a bum hole, no nicer feeling!

Part 3: The Run In I don't know why, but I felt compelled to tell him everything. So for the next half hour I did. My background, where things had started to go wrong, everything (minus the sex stuff). I think maybe it is easier to bare our souls to strangers because they don't know us as intimately, so it's easier to not feel judged as someone who knows us better and has an opinion of us. He listed intently, rarely saying a word. I'm not sure he even blinked the entire time. I kind of trailed off at the end, and we sat there in silence for a moment before he asked me the one question I hadn't ever been asked. "Are you sure you're ok?" We talked a little more. Mostly about my life, whether or not I liked cats or dogs, some current events, what I was reading etc. "It's getting late, and I feel like I've intruded long enough". If I was being honest, I was beginning to feel uncomfortable. For whatever reason I had just exposed myself to a total stranger. "Of course, i'm sure you're exhausted. You're clothes are laid out on the bench in the bathroom. I'll call you a car". As I got dressed, I tried to remember when he would have gotten up to lay out my clothes, he hadn't moved in an hour since we sat down. As I got to the door, he handed me a business card with his name and just a phone number. "In case you ever need someone to talk to", he said as he opened the door. I swear he still hadn't blinked. As I got into the Uber, I realized to my horror that I had a raging erection. I hadn't even noticed but I was mortified thinking that he had. The next day was Friday. I took the train to my normal stop to get to work, although I was a little late but that was ok. I planned on taking a late lunch and running to the phone store down the street to get a new one. I got to my desk and took my computer out. I started working and before long it was noon. I decided to wait a little longer before going to the store, but opened my desk drawer for a protein bar. On top of the bars though was a complete surprise: a box containing a brand new phone, the latest model. No note, card, or anything. Being the tech wary millennial I am, I brought it to my buddy in IT to make sure it wasn't bugged or filled with malware, but I didn't tell him where it came from. After checking it out, he assured me it was just a regular phone. Now even though I can pay for everything myself with no problem I decided to take it. If there was nothing wrong with it I was ok taking a gift from an admirer. The weekend and following week were uneventful. I didn't even have a hook up. It's like my sex drive had evaporated. That Saturday my friends convinced me to go to a theme night at a new club. It was a leather/fetish event so I figured I may as well. I showered and douched in case I got lucky. When we got there we stripped down out of our warmer clothes. I had chosen booty shorts with a red harness and mesh tank with a backwards hat. It was a great night. My friend and I split some molly, and after an hour I was feeling great. He got us a round of drinks and was getting handsy. We had never hooked up but it seemed like he really wanted it tonight. I told him I was going to the bathroom then I would get us another drink. The bathroom was away from the crowd, so it wasn't too noisy in line. As I stood there checking my phone, I heard someone say "Seems like you're doing better than the other night." Before I even turned around I had goosebumps on my body yet felt extremely flushed. There was Michael, all 6'8 and 240lbs of him. He was wearing knee high black and red socks, red sneakers, a red jockstrap, and a black harness with some leather straps around his huge biceps. For what I am convinced is the first time, I saw him smile at me. "I know it's a small city, but what are the odds of meeting each other here", he chuckled. ............................................................

I let young men find me. I don't go looking for them--they need to make the first move. And I usually breed young guys at sex parties, more then those on line.

I'm so exhausted and crashing from the slam they take me over to a shower and use cold water to wash me off, they put me in this cold room with a bed with a blanket and some pillows. When I wake up I feel this warm body next to me and it feels so good as I roll over and see this boy. His name is Joey with blond hair blue eyes and the whitest skin I have ever seen like he has lived in a cave all his life. Joey is in a chastity cage like me so all I can do is kiss him. I can sense that this is Joey first time as he is so timid as my tongue goes in his mouth. I'm getting hard in the cage and its starting to hurt but Joey is so beautiful and innocent at this as he is trying to respond to my actions and I guess the way he was brought up taught him that man on man sex was wrong. The blanket we are both under is pulled away as the cold air runs across my body as my arms grab Joey tighter to protect him. People are entering the room and a tray is put down a table next to us, on the tray I see a few needles for a slam, some with out needles a tooth brush with 1 being a caverject and some powder. Well, I know the tooth brush is not for me as I'm already Poz with a very high VL. Mr. Benson comes over then whispers into my ear, Joey is a virgin and never did anything so you will get the chance to POZ him as he takes his key to the chastity love and lets me out as I have been locked up for the last 3 months. Joey is small at 5ft 5 maybe 110 lbs. and so innocent looking on the bed, I want to see what he hole is like so I get him on fours and spread his white ass cheeks and see the hole grail of holes as its so smooth and round. I burry my face and my tongue is rimming him as its so tight I take my pinky as I don't want Joey experiencing any pain, this hole is so tight so I go back to rimming his hole as he is reallying enjoying this from his moans. I stop and we are facing each other on our knees on the bed, I ask him if he knows what is about to happen to him and he says NO. I can see pre cum leaking from his chastity cage so I know he might not know but his body is loving this as I grab the needle with the caverject and the look on his face as I push the needle into my dick and push the plunger down so the next 4 hours my dick with be like a steel shaft. I want to see how Joey like his nipples played with and like any Gay male he is moaning and yet he has no idea what is about to happen to him. I want to get back to Joey hole as it not often you get a virgin hole to break and Poz. I want to get him ready so I tie off his arm as I grab a syringe he ask what is it, I say to him it will give him a rush like he has never had before. Im having a had time finding a vein as he is so skinny, when I do I stick the needle in then the syringe I see the flash of blood then look in his face and see his eyes of excitement of what is about what is about to come.I push the syringe in release the strap and he is in the throes of the rush as he can't breath as he fails onto his back and I fall on top and rub my body as the cameras are moving around us. As he comes down I know what Im here for as I turn him on his stomach and go back to rimming that hole and get it ready, so I spit on the brush dip into the powder and insert the brush as he is showing signs of discomfort I don't care and work that brush around as the camera is getting a close up of the brush and the blood on is. Joey is saying something is burning in his ass, I say give it a few minutes and you will be in heaven then he say he trust me. Some who are watching start laughing as they know Joey life will be changed for ever after this. With Joey hole well scraped up his body is under control os the slam and booty bump there is one thing left to do is shove my dick and rape his virgin hole, as I start to insert my PA in we all have 2 sides to us. The Angel in me says PLEASE go easy with this innocent boy as he is so nice. The Devil in me says FUCK THE FAGGOT BITHCH DRIVE IT IN SHOW NO MERCEY POZ HIM NOW. The Angel NO NO NO go easy please don't cause him any pain as he is such nice boy. The Devil DON'T LISTEN TO THAT ASSHOLE HE IS NEGATIVE AND USES A CONDOM The Angel Says PLEASE not now. I have these 2 arguing in my head so who do I listen to? Fuck it I push my 8 inch dick in as fast as I can as Joey is screaming like I'm killing him and in a way I am killing Joey with my POZ load so I jackhammer as his screaming is not stopping and this hole is so tight and right before I cum. The Angel please pull out don't Poz him. The Devil stay in shoot your toxic load in his bloody hole. With me balls deep I give Joey not his first load in his life but a POZ load that will change his life for ever .

Lots of practice. My hole is stuffed and stretched most everyday with my oversize toys before cocks or hands even come into the picture for that day. The more use you get the more you want. As a fellow bottom pig with a desire for a huge canyon of a hole no matter how ruins me I totally get where you are coming from. Plus, the pleasure stimulation and head rush of knowing you have something inside you far in excess in size of any regular cock is a sexual high you can't beat.

I love glory holes and I'm a 6c top. I have lots of guys that look into the booth/hole and walk away. But when I get that guy that doesn't care about my size, he is in for a treat. The last guy I fucked in the booth started out sucking my cock. It got hard and thick. I bent down and ( asked if he liked getting fucked. His answer was dropping his pants and turning around. I fingered his hole (it was wet with cum or lube already) BTW I love a cummy hole. He pressed his ass and hole against the GH opening and I slid my hard cock inside him. It was so great feeling his wet warm inside. I fucked and pounded that hole. After a bit I shot a nice big load deep inside. We both moaned with pleasure. He was jacking off as I could feel his balls bouncing around. I did not pull out and he did not move. I kept fucking. My cock was still hard. I shot another load deep inside. I pulled out he fingered his hole. He motioned for me to slide my dick back into the hole. I did. His mouth licked and sucked all the cum from my dick. I whispered thanks and he agreed. Said his ass was dripping. I think for me when I'm at the GH I just appreciate the guy servicing me on the other end. His looks, body and ass are all in my mind. What ever I want him to look like etc. But to be honest. Just the pure pleasure of the sex is what I get off on. I love breeding ass and am totally addicted to it. So guys don't be so picky. Its just a fuck and it feels good.

MAC MEN 8: THE PARTY PART 4 “More…loads…” is the first thing I say when I come back to my senses about a minute later laying on top of Kenny’s sweaty, muscled back. “You all right, man?” he asks. “I think I blacked out for a second,” I say. “Other than that, never been better.” I look over to the load board and see Lito making a hashmark, his huge cock swinging like a pendulum, a long drop of spunk hanging past his knees. Then I look down to see my cock is still wedged up Kenny’s ass. Good. I love to watch and feel my spent spunkshooter snake out of a cummed up manhole and I’m glad I miss the withdrawal during my mini fuck-coma. “Don’t pull out yet, Randy.” I turn to see Angel, the man responsible for the slutty turn my life has taken. Angel goes in for a hot, wet kiss—I never get tired of those lips—then crawls under Kenny and positions his gaping mouth under Kenny’s freshly-bred fuckhole. “Now you can pull out,” he says. As I start to withdraw, I see Angel’s hungry eyes and gaping mouth on either side of my cummy spent shaft. My cum-caked cockhead squelches out of Kenny’s hole bringing with it a hot, white glob of seed that lands right on Angel’s tongue. It’s followed a second later by my shiny wet cock, which he takes to the base in one gulp Kenny stands and turns to face me while Angel sucks down the dregs of my load, tasting me and all the men who filled Kenny before me. “That was so fucking hot,” Kenny sighs, his scruffy flushed face an inch away from mine. “Lito Cruz bred me, right?” I ask, reaching around to finger my swollen hole. “Right after I unloaded in you? Or did I dream that?” “It fucking happened,” says Kenny. “I watched him unload in you in that mirror right there while your load was seeping into me. It was fucking amazing.” Before Kenny goes to make a mark on the wall for my load, we promise to get together soon to, “hang out and reminisce about our high school days.” “Or we can just swap cum,” he suggests. “I’ll take option B,” I say. Angel lets my cock slide out of his mouth then stands up to give me a sloppy warm spermkiss. Then he leads me by the hand to a spunk-spattered fuck bench. We each put one knee up on the bench for balance then face each other and finger each other’s battered cumholes. “How are you doing?” he says softly. “This is too fucking much, man,” I say. “I’ve never been into drugs, but I feel like I’m on something, like drunk on cock and ass and flesh and cum and all these hot fucking men. I know there’s a world outside this place, where I have a life and a job and responsibilities and all that shit, but I don’t care about it. I just want this night to go on and on and on.” “It can,” says Angel, “and it will. And you’ll still have your life and your responsibilities and everything but you’ll also have this life as a fucking hot barebacker to escape to when you feel the need to do what we were born to do as men with cocks; breed a hungry hole.” “And there are so many hot men in this room—hell, in this world—and I want to swap spunk with all of them,” I say. “Every load I take, every hole I breed just makes me want more and more and more.” “I knew it,” he says. “I could see that in you the moment I met you.” “Fuck, you’re wet,” I say, when I feel a big glob of cum drip down my fingers to the floor. “How many loads have you taken so far?” “Taken four, given three,” he says. “How ‘bout you?” “I’ll tell you later,” I say. “Right now, I’m too out of it to think. I know I’ve taken more cum than I’ve given.” “You got more in you?” he asks. Before I can answer, Hassan, Marcus’s Middle-Eastern buddy from before taps me on the shoulder. “You guys look like you’re in deep conversation,” Hassan teases, his half-hard cock slapping against my thigh. “I thought guys came here to fuck, not talk.” “We’re talking about fucking,” I say with a smile. “How ‘bout you keep on right on talking while I tap that ass like I wanted to earlier,” Hassan proposes. “I’ve been kind of raving about it,” says Marcus sauntering up behind Angel. “And I’ve always wanted to tag Angel’s hole.” “You’ve tagged my hole,” Angel reminds him. “Not that I’m complaining.” “I’ve fucked you, yes,” clarifies Marcus, “at Ron’s birthday breed-up but I didn’t unload in you because the birthday boy got all the loads, remember?” “Oh right,” remembers Angel. “It even said that on the invitation. But I remember I wanted cum so bad that night. So I got Frank to breed me without letting on that he was—even though I could feel every hot jet—and then he came in Ron a little while later. Luckily, he’s a quick rebounder.” Hassan pulls my chin toward him and starts kissing me softly on the lips. The slow, sweet pace is a nice change after so much balls-to-the-wall man-pounding. Marcus does the same to Angel. Hassan takes my hand and leads me around the fuckbench so I’m facing Angel who’s being put into position by Marcus. Angel and I smile at each other—we know what we’re in for—then kneel on the bench, face to face, offering up our slick, hungry asses for the taking. I stare into Angel’s eyes as I feel Hassan’s throbbing cock slide into my ass. Angel’s eyes widen right along with mine as Marcus slides into him. As they start to fuck, Hassan and Marcus coordinate their slow, sensuous fuck-rhythms so that everything I’m feeling, I can see on Angel’s face and visa versa. “They’re totally doing a number on us,” I say to Angel. “We can play that game, too,” says Angel. He looks up to Hassan behind me. “My friend Randy’s hole is sweet, isn’t it, studman?” says Angel. “I know it’s sweet because I was the first man to go in there bare to breed him. I flooded his guts with a massive load of sperm. I still remember how good it felt to shoot my hot ropes right up that perfect hole that had never been seeded before. And once that happened, everything in Randy’s world was different. I unleashed a monster.” With that Angel kisses me. “A fuck monster.” “I’m about to unleash a monster, too,” taunts Marcus, “right up your sweet hole, Angel…but not yet.” “Marcus, you can try to hold off all you want but if Angel wants your load, and you know he does, that ass is going to milk it out of you,” I say. “I know because Angel’s the first fucker who let me cum in him bare…but he didn’t just let me, he made me with his talented ass. And now he’s going to make you, too.“ I can see in Angel’s eyes that he’s starting to really use those expert ass muscles of his to get Marcus’s seed. “He’s turning on the milking machine, isn’t he?” “Oh fuck,” says Marcus. “That’s incredible.” “And your aching balls are pulling up, aren’t they?” I ask him. Marcus just nods, in rhythm with his fuckstrokes. “Better keep up, fucker,” Angel says to Hassan. “Fine,” says Hassan who matches him stroke for stroke for a while but finally gives up and just starts to longdick me as hard as he can. “That’s it, Hassan,” I groan. “I love those long strokes. I love hearing the wet sounds as you slide in and out on the carpet of cum your buddy Marcus blasted up there earlier. Add to it, fucker. Flood me.” “Do it, fuckers,” demands Angel. “What are you waiting for? I see you two at the gym together all the time, strutting around like you’re the hottest fuckstuds going, silently promising that if a bottom stud’s lucky enough to get that hot, worked out body pounding into him that he’s also gonna get a big, hot, wet load.” “So you guys gonna deliver or what?” I say, as Hassan starts jackhammering his cock right past my prostate. I fall forward and hold onto Angel’s shoulders as Hassan starts the inevitable build to orgasm. “Breed us, fuckers!” begs Angel, holding onto my shoulders as Marcus gets ready to spunk him up. “Give us your hot loads!” I look up and see Marcus nodding frantically at Hassan as his orgasm overtakes him. “Get ready for my load,” he pants. “Here….it….cummmmmmms!” I stare deeply into Angel’s pleading eyes. “Every drop, Angel,” I command him. “Take every drop of Marcus’s hot load.” “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, oh fuck, take the load, take the load!” barks Marcus, his massive pecs heaving as he unloads in my breeding mentor’s hot, insatiable cumhole. “Unnnnnnnngh! Unnnnngh! Yeah, that’s it. Unnnngh!” “Now your turn, Hassan,” says Angel, breathless from the recent breeding. “My friend Randy needs your load. Look in his eyes. He’s living for it. Nothing else matters to him right now but your hot load of mansperm. Don’t let him down. Blast your cum into that perfect ass.” “It’s cumming, fucker,” Hassan gasps, slapping my hips with his big hands as his cock pistons in and out of me in long slippery fuckstrokes. Hassan is the king of longdicking and I love the way it feels, especially with so much manjuice up there already. “You’re getting seeded, dude, whether you want it or not.” “Oh, he wants it,” says Angel. “I want it,” I beg. “Breed me, stud. Knock me up with that hot sperm.” “Aaaaaaaaghhhhhhh!” shouts Hassan, claiming the distinction as my loudest cummer of the night so far. “Aaaagh, aaagh, ughhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuucckkkk, oh fuck oh fuck.” “Soak it all in, Randy,” says Angel grabbing my face and putting his mouth right up to my ear. “Let it seep into you, every microscopic bit of it, make that sperm part of you.” I take Angel’s words to heart. I close my eyes and visualize Hassan’s hot jets of mancum as they blast into me; one rope hitting one asswall, the next hitting the other, the third hitting the roof of my ass-tunnel and the rest shooting straight ahead in several more strong blasts. “I feel it,” I groan. “I feel every pulse. Give it all to me, Hassan, drain those giant nuts.” Hassan falls onto my back with a thud. “Best cum tonight,” he says after catching his breath. “Thanks, man,” I say. “That was even better than I imagined. I knew you were going to be a hot fuck but those long strokes hit places in me I didn’t even know I had.” Angel, Marcus, Hassan and I stand in a circle, caressing each other’s shoulders, back and asses and recovering from the heavy-duty mind/assfuck. I like these guys. I could see the four of us hanging out outside of here; having meals, working out, catching movies, like double-dating except everybody’s fucking everybody and no hole is safe. I glance over Angel’s shoulder at the wall of loads. It’s two-thirds covered in hashmarks. I want to take a photo of the wall before I leave for my Facebook cover page. To the uniformed viewer, it’s just a wall with a bunch of hashmarks on it. But all my Shudder buddies would know it’s all about assloads. I like to imagine my fellow barebackers innocently surfing the web at work, landing on my page and getting a raging hard-on at the thought of Shudder, then leaving the office and whatever work it is they were supposed to be doing, to get their breed on as soon as possible. And if I’m in the neighborhood, I’m more than happy to leave my desk to take their seed.

On a hot Summer evening, just as the sun was setting, Alex Russo sat on a park bench, smoking a fatty. Best described as an otter, Alex is 6' tall, 180 lbs and covered, head to toes in a carpet of curly black hair, with a mane of wavy black, shoulder length hair and sporting a scruffy goatee. Dressed in purple shorts, a yellow tank top with PIG printed in bold letters and drenched with sweat, he was truly a sight to behold. The weed was potent and Alex zoned out until he felt a finger poking his chest. "Hey there, pig! Seeing you here, all sexy, hairy and sweaty, I had to meet you! My name's Jack Babbitt, Blackie to my friends and I hope you'll be my newest one! I ain't seen you here before, so I'm guessing you're new to the area." Blackie was a dark skinned man, 5'6", thin, with a huge, old school afro, thick full beard and stache. He was bare chested, with both of his nipples pierced, and he wore a pair of baggy red basketball shorts which did nothing to hide his cock. "If I was out of line calling you pig, please forgive me!" Feeling a stirring in his own crotch, Alex replied, "There's nothing to forgive! I'm Alex Russo, but I've been called many names, all accurate! Just moved here a week ago and wouldn't you know, my air conditioner went on the fritz 2 hours ago. Sexy is what you see looking back at you in your mirror! Your pierced nipples look so chewable!" Blackie wiped the sweat from his brow and said, "Some guys get into tats, but in my case it's piercings! My air conditioner is working fine, so if you want to come to my place, you can chew on my pierced nipples and check out my other piercings! I do bite, but only when asked and only as hard as you like! One more thing, I hate being alone when I party and I don't mind sharing, but if you don't indulge, I'm cool with that! What do you say?" Licking his lips, Alex said, "You just made me an offer I can't refuse! I party and I'm willing to kick in for my share, unless you prefer another arrangement! One thing you need to know, I'm poz and undetectable! Never had a condom on or in me, so if that makes a difference, I'll understand!" "Music to my ears!" Blackie exclaimed with a broad smile. "I'm just like you, except for the fact that I tried getting fucked with a condom once and it was so uncomfortable that I told the guy to take the condom off or take off and when the guy chose to leave, I had no regrets! Honestly, if your butt is as hairy as the rest of you, I'm gonna enjoy fucking you and my ass is yours to fuck!"

When I came to I had no idea how long I had been out but that was nowhere near the first thought on my mind. The very first thing I was aware of was the indescribable sensual pleasure I was feeling in my body and filling up my mind. I felt an overwhelming pulsation of sexual need and bliss even as I was aware of a burning and stretching sensation just below the surface of my awakening mind and body. But even the slight uncomfortableness of the burning and stretching only added to the growing hunger and need seemingly taking over more and more of my body and mind as my head began to clear and I became more aware of what was going on. I realized with erotic pleasure that a muscled hairy sweaty body was pressing down hard against my back while lips, tongue and teeth were licking, kissing and biting the back of my sweaty neck. Before I even heard the gravelly masculine voice speaking hoarsely in my ear I knew it was Leather Daddy. But based on the words he wasn't talking to me. “How's that feel to you, pig boy?”, I heard him ask in a voice dripping with animal lust. “How do you like feeling your pig boi cock rubbing against your Daddy's fat raw dick inside your fucked up slut bro's manhole? Feels fucking fantastic don't it bitch?”. Before I could get my mind to catch up with hearing Daddy's words, I heard a deep panting sex-filled voice say from in front of and below my still-closed eyes, “Fuck yeah, Daddy!! I can't get enough of feeling your cock anytime any way. But feeling it thrusting and rubbing against mine inside bro's tight wet sexy hole is so much hotter than I imagined it when you told me we were going to do it! Before he sat down on my dick I'd never fucked an ass – ANY ass – before. Now I've fucked him and shot my cum and piss in him and NOW I'm fucking him again with YOU Daddy and your fat daddy dick! Gawd!! You are my Daddy, my Master. I'm your bottom sub pig and will do anything to please you Daddy! Anything you want as long as you let me have you in my holes!” “Oh fuck!”, I mumbled hearing what Trevor said and realizing these two big-dicked horny hairy tweaked out studs were DP'ing my ass! So damn fucking hot!! “Do it, you horny motherfuckers! DP my jock ass! Fuck me hard and deep and breed me! Please Daddy! Please Trevor! Fucking pound my hole and fill me up!” Fully alert now and still feeling and giving into the full pigginess released earlier from snorting the coke and riding Trevor's neg bottom pig cock and taking his cum and chem piss, I pushed back and down against Daddy's and Trevor's bare dicks deeply imbedded in my greedy fuckhole! “Glad you're back, boy”, Leather Daddy growled in my ear, followed by his thick wet tongue. Then, to Trevor, “Come on, pig, let's give your hot bro what he wants....and then it's back to him and me using you like the slutty little cock whore pig you are! And some special fun for both of my boys!” With that, I felt Daddy's teeth bite hard into the back of my neck, making me groan with lust and arch my back as he pulled back a little then slammed his fat POZ Daddy cock hard and deep into my stuffed hole! “Hell yeah, Daddy!”, Trevor answered back as I latched my lips onto his sweaty neck. “Let's fuck him and breed him. Then I need both of my sexy men using and filling my holes over and over and feeding your pig more and more cock and cum and piss and meth!” As I felt both men shifting their fucking into high gear I moved my body in sync with theirs, my only need and thought being how much I wanted to feel their thick raw cocks pounding my hole and how much I craved taking more of their combined tina cum and chem piss up inside my hole! My mouth found Trevor's, who readily opened his lips and sucked my tongue deep into the wet warmth of his face-hole, just as his dick was plowing deep and urgently into the wet warmth of my fuckhole. We moaned into each other as Daddy urged us on, telling us how sexy and sleazy hot it was watching both of his spun piggy pervy bois enjoying each other. I can't say if it was minutes or an hour or more – you know how tina fucks with time just like it fucks with everything else. But at some point I realized that all 3 of us were breathing harder and deeper and our movements were becoming less like strokes and more like twitches and spasms. My NEED for the two cocks impaling me to complete the sweet dark ride inside me compelled me to urge them on. “Oh fuck yeah you fucking horny sexy fuckers!!”, I cried out as I began squeezing the muscles in my ass tighter against their jackhammering dicks. “I can feel it. I can feel your cocks getting close to exploding! Do it you nasty [banned word]! Do it damn it! Cum in me! Breed my tight wet fucked-up fuckhole with your hot cumloads! Give me every fucking hot nasty dirty drop!! Mix your fucking cum together in my ass and fucking KNOCK ME UP!! Oh gawd, yeah fucking DO ITTTTTTTTTT!!!!” My begging and working my ass muscles to squeeze and masturbate their cocks with my hole, set them both off. “Oh yeah, bro!” Trevor screamed. “I'm there dude! Oh gawd I'm cumming in your ass again! Take it bro! Fucking take my cum! Every damn fucking drop! Oh yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! UUUUUUUUghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!” I felt his thick hard pig boi's cock pulse and throb inside my ready cumdump as he shot what felt like another massive load deep inside my guts, grabbing my waist in his strong hands as he thrust his hips up, driving his spewing dick deeper into me. While I was still feeling Trevor's cock releasing his neg sperm into me, I felt Daddy raise up behind me, grabbing my waist, his hands over Trevor's, as he pulled back and with no waiting drilled his bone-hard cumfilled POZ dick roughly and painfully into my stretched, flooded and stuffed jock hole, dumping a huge hot load of unmedicated POZ Daddy cum into my welcoming hole!! Another toxic recharge from my Leather Daddy. Hell fucking yeah!! We lay there together like that, sweaty heaving bodies, our naked flesh pressed against each other. Finally, Daddy stirred and turning my head back toward him pressed his lips to mine and slid his sexy tongue into my accepting mouth. Pulling his lips from me he used his hand to pull Trevor's face up to his from beside my shoulder and slid his tongue inside Trevor's mouth, tasting him too. Ending the kiss with Trevor he smiled at both of us in a way that made my ass spasm around his withdrawing cock. “Let's take a break boys and get something to drink....before we start the next round.” He winked at us as I felt both dicks exit my sore and satisfied hole. (….more to come??)

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.

Visited London a number of times but only discovered Vault 139 on my last visit in 2019. Really hot really sleazy, wonderful. My best memory was a young guy who was being vigorously kissed by two other hot guys beckoning for me to come over and fuck him. I did so while the other guys kept kissing and dropped a load in him.

I'd vote for anybody in order to dump Trump. I considered myself a Republican but have always voted for who I thought would be best for America. But after seeing how Republicans have reacted to protect Trump at all costs and the blatant hypocrisy they've shown in defending him it will be a long time before I vote for a Republican again. Trump is fundamentally unfit intellectually, morally, temperamentally, and psychologically to be the leader of our country.

Laid my face down on the floor, ass up without know who's there in the back fucking my pussy! So that mean number 1 .

Louis pushed his shorts and underwear off and hopped into the shower in a flash. I picked up his shorts and underwear and sniffed them, enjoying his masculine scent. I dropped the underwear on the floor and put his shorts on. I went to the kitchen and saw two burger patties sitting there on a plate and a bag of frozen veggies. I went out on the balcony and found the grill already warmed up and went back in to get the burgers. I cooked the burgers, nuked the veggies in the microwave and set the table. With the grill off and the burgers plated, I closed the drapes in the living room and took his shorts off, tossing them back in the bathroom. I was standing there at the bathroom door when he got out of the shower and I watched him dry off, like he had done to me. He went to reach for his shorts and I said “Nope, if I’m naked you’re naked.” Louis dropped them and before he could say anything more I told him “Dinner is ready” and walked back to the table. Louis joined me and we ate dinner quietly chatting about nothing. Near the end of the dinner he said “You’d make a great wife with meals like this.” I chuckled and said “It’s husband and I’m glad you like it. I just spiced it up with what I could find.” “Yeah, I’m not much of a cook. You kind of have it all. You can build shit, you can fix motorcycles, you can cook and you’re…” he stopped before he could finish and I could tell he was embarrassed. “I’m what? An asshole?” I asked, wondering what he was going to say. “Sexy” he mumbled. “Thanks. You know, it doesn’t make you gay to say that another guy looks good” I replied as he got up and started cleaning the dishes. After a minute he said “I know, but I mean it in the gay sense. I don’t know why, but I’m attracted to you.” I could hear his voice crack and even though I was standing behind him, I could see the tear rolling down his cheek. “Hey, don’t ever let anyone tell you your feelings are wrong” I told him as I turned him around. I looked into his eyes and wiped the tear away. We stood there a few moments and then he moved his head towards mine and we kissed for a few minutes. I hugged Lous and then said “I’m gonna head home. Thanks for dinner and the shower. Do you want to meet next Saturday and finish up your bike? I have… uh… things to do tomorrow, but I might be able to do some work on it this week. Monday is out for me and Tuesday is out for you since we both have dates with Sky. It’s gonna take a few days to get the parts anyway.” I grabbed my clothes out of the bathroom and put them on. He looked back at me a little sad. “Uh, yeah. Saturday is good. Same time?” He asked. “Yeah. You have my number if things change. Or if you just want to talk” I said. I think he wanted me to stay the night, but I wasn’t sure where I wanted this to go now. Initially, I wanted to get into his pants, fuck and move on. Now, it was getting more complicated. Sunday I headed up early to my cousin’s farm for a day of dirt biking. I was exhausted when I got home and went to bed right away. Monday, I was at work early and then went home to shower and then get over to Sky’s place where I spent a few hours face down as he inked up the first part of my back tat. I was relaxing Tuesday night when I got a text from Sky - “WTF?” “Huh?” I replied. “U gonna fk Louis?” Sky answered. I didn’t know myself. After a few minutes I replied “if he wants.” “He’s a mess from his breakup. Give him time. Don’t take advantage of him. He’s a nice guy” was the response. Sky knew that I rarely was in a relationship and much preferred to pick em up, fuck em and then go on to the next guy. I replied “I know he is. I’ll be good.” I then sent off a message to Louis. “u ok?” I didn’t hear anything back before I went to sleep. There was nothing the next day either. Thursday I got home from work and there were a few packages in front of the door. I opened each one and it was all of the parts for Louis’ bike. I sent off a text “Hi. got all the parts. want to work on it tomorrow?” I waited a few minutes and then packed everything up into one box and grabbed a few bungee straps. I tied the box on the back of the Yamaha and then headed over to the garage. I was just about to finish putting the new bearings in the front wheel of Louis’ bike and heard my phone on the workbench chirp. I got the wheel back on the bike and went over and tapped the phone with my only greaseless knuckle. Louis had replied but with my hands full of grease I couldn’t open the phone up to find out what he said. I realized I was almost as nervous as when I was in high school and had my first boyfriend. I wiped my hands clean and read the message. He said “can’t make it til 7. too late?” and I replied “no.” I finished up the frontend of the bike, put on the new drive belt and pulled the carb off. I disassembled it and left most of the parts sitting in cleaning fluid before I cleaned my hands up and closed up shop for the night. Friday I was distracted most of the day and got several comments that I was working at half speed or too ready for the weekend. As I was packing up to leave Carlos walked up, slapped my ass and asked “Hot date tonight?” I grinned back at him and replied “Nah, workin on a guy’s bike.” Carlos laughed and said “Make sure to ride it hard ” and winked at me.

14 loads from 12 different guys over five hours in a sling in a bath. When I got out of the sling finally, I noticed a puddle of cum that had leaked out of my ass, run down my crack and dripped on the floor. Naturally, I got down on my hands and knees and licked it all up off the floor...can't let all that sweet jizz go to waste! The next day I hooked up with a trick online. When he went to start fucking me, I found that I still couldn't tighten my asshole around his shaft...my hole was that worn out. He was kind of surprised by how little resistance there was to his cock going in me...he gave me a look that told me he knew how my hole had gotten so loose. what could I say? My profiles do usually say I'm a slut But yeah, that was definitely one of the best nights of my life. Sure would love to set a new record though!